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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 145

Chapter 145

“They‍ say the Duke‌‌‍ is returning to‌​‍ Asagrim.”

Hagen,​ the head of‌ the Herta guild,‌ muttered with a pale face.

It‌ was something he‌‍ had anticipated, but⁠‍⁠ actually facing the​‍‌ Duke made his​ legs tremble.

After‍ all, he was‌ a powerful man‌ capable of slitting‍​‌ his throat with‌ a flick of​​ his finger.

“What⁠ do we do​​‍ now?”

“…”‌

“…”⁠

The​‌ other guild leaders⁠ gathered in the⁠ room kept their⁠​ mouths shut and⁠​ looked away.

They⁠⁠ had no idea​‌ how to get​‍‌ out of the‍⁠‌ situation either. Growing‍​‍ more desperate, Hagen‍‌‍ slammed the table‌‌ hard.

“Say‌​ something! If they’ve‍‍ already put a knife to our‍‍ throats, we have‍ to at least‌⁠ try something, don’t‍​‍ we?!”

He‍ wasn’t wrong, but​ no matter how‌ much he pressed,‌ a solution wouldn’t‌​‌ appear out of⁠‌ thin air.

As‌ the silence dragged​ on, Hagen turned‌‍‌ his gaze to⁠​ the man sitting​⁠‍ in the center.‍​⁠

“Hey,​‌⁠ Guild Leader Dominic.‌⁠ What do you⁠ plan to do‌⁠ about this?”

“…And⁠​‌ why are you⁠⁠‍ asking me?”

Dominic,⁠​‌ leader of the‍‌⁠ Dominic Guild, narrowed⁠‍‍ his cold eyes.⁠

Normally,‌⁠​ just a look‌‌​ like that would‌‍ have made Hagen‌ shrink back, but​⁠ this time it‍ didn’t work.

As​⁠​ terrifying as Dominic‌ was, he was​ nothing compared to‍​​ the Duke. On⁠ the contrary, Hagen⁠ spat his words‍‌ bitterly, irritated by‌ Dominic’s calmness.

“You⁠⁠ were the one‍​‍ who incited us!​‍ You were the‍ one who gathered​​​ everyone, saying we’d‌‌ strike a big​‌‍ deal and then​‌ run! And now‍ you want to​⁠ wash your hands⁠ of it?”

“Wash‌⁠​ my hands? Sounds⁠ more like you​ want to dump‌ the blame on‌‍ me.”

“We⁠ can do that!⁠​‌ If we all‌‍‌ agree—”

“Agree?‌‌ Do you really‌‍​ think you’ll walk‌ away unharmed?”

The⁠‌ icy tone made‍⁠ Hagen flinch. Even⁠ though he was​ hunched over and‍⁠ covered in age⁠‍‍ spots, Dominic’s presence‌ surpassed that of‍‍⁠ any brawny man.⁠​‍

Taking​ a step back,‌‍ Hagen was hit‍ with a growl-like‌ warning from Dominic.⁠‍

“Watch‍ your words, brat.⁠‌ A wolf may‌‍​ not be able‍‌ to beat a dragon, but killing‍‌⁠ a rabbit is‌‌ easy. If you‌ run your mouth‍⁠⁠ without knowing your​ place, you won’t‍ die at the⁠⁠⁠ Duke’s hands—but at‍ mine.”

Not⁠ all guild leaders‍⁠ were equals. Compared⁠​⁠ to a tycoon‍⁠​ like Dominic, a mid-level merchant like​ Hagen was nothing.⁠⁠⁠

Hiring‍‍ an assassin to‌‌ eliminate him would⁠ be easy. Remembering‍‌ this too late,‍ Hagen nodded frantically,‌ face ghostly white.​

Having‌⁠ reestablished the hierarchy,‌ Dominic clicked his​​​ tongue and looked‌⁠ around.

“Pathetic.‍‌ Making such a fuss over something⁠‌ so small—have you⁠ really been doing‌ business all this​‍⁠ time? And you​⁠‍ call yourselves guild​⁠‌ leaders?”

“…This‍‌ time, it’s not‍ something you can⁠​ call small.”

Muttered​⁠‍ another guild leader,‍‌ his face grim.‍

The​ situation was too​⁠‌ serious to treat‍‌ as a veteran’s‍‌​ scolding.

“Do‌‍ you know who⁠‍⁠ we messed with?‍ The territory’s administrator,⁠‌ the man who⁠ served the Duke​⁠ back when he​​ was just the‌⁠​ third son of‍‍ House Valdeck. To‍‍‍ the Duke, he’s‌ practically family.”

“And⁠⁠ that’s why you‍ say he won’t‌⁠ let us off‌⁠‌ easy? If you‍ were so scared‍‌‍ of retaliation, why‌​ didn’t you run‍‌⁠ from the start​⁠​ instead of sticking‍​​ around and selling‌⁠‍ goods on credit?”‌‌‍

“If‌​ we had fled⁠‍‍ recklessly, the knights‌‌‌ would’ve hunted us​ down and chopped⁠⁠ our heads off.​ At least by⁠‌⁠ leaving things on⁠ credit, we have⁠ an excuse.”

Pressuring‍ the Duke’s most‌⁠ trusted man, just​ as common merchants,​​ was already a deadly sin.

And‌‌​ on top of​​⁠ that, fleeing and​⁠ ignoring the deal‍‌ the Duke himself‍⁠ had offered?

Even‍​‌ before reaching the⁠​ Duke, his nearby​ knights would’ve gone‍⁠​ mad and torn​ them apart.

Dominic⁠​ let out a deep sigh, disappointed.​‌

“In​​ the end, all​‌ you care about​ is saving your‍​ own skins. How​⁠ pathetic.”

“Instead​ of blaming us,‌ tell us if⁠​‌ there’s a way‍ out. What are‍‌ we supposed to‍⁠​ do?”

“You​ really can’t see‍⁠ beyond your noses.​ Why do you‌⁠​ think the Duke‍‍‌ left us alone⁠ after we touched‌​ his administrator? If⁠ he wanted, he⁠ could’ve locked all​‌‍ of you in⁠⁠‌ an underground cell​​ and tortured you.”‍‍⁠

“That’s⁠⁠ because…”

The​‌⁠ guild leaders fell​⁠ silent and glanced​ at each other.⁠‍

They‌​‌ had all wondered‌⁠​ the same thing.​ It was too‌ elaborate to be⁠‌​ a simple scam,⁠ and too strange‌‌‍ to be considered⁠‌‍ forgiveness, since everything⁠‌ was still being‌⁠⁠ done on credit.​‍‍

Dominic,‍ seeing their confusion,⁠‌ explained with the​​​ tone of a teacher talking to​​​ children.

“The⁠​‌ Duke is returning‍ from the other‌ side of the⁠ tundra, leading a huge number of‌ outsiders. In other​ words, he needs‍‌ massive amounts of‌ food, clothing, and‍​‍ basic supplies. In​‌​ that situation, what‍ would happen if⁠‍ he killed all​⁠ the nearby merchants?”⁠

“…!”‌‍

“And‍ more importantly, what‍ the Duke needs​​⁠ now is a permanent army of‍⁠ his own, to‌​​ replace the troops‍‌​ on loan from‍​ the Imperial Palace.⁠​ After basic supplies,‌‍⁠ the next thing​​​ is military supply.”⁠

Military⁠‍‍ supply wasn’t something⁠‌‌ just anyone could​ handle.

Because⁠‌​ of its scale,‍ only a major‌​‍ consortium like the​​⁠ Dominic Guild could‌‌ manage it. For⁠​ a mid-tier guild,⁠ it would be‌⁠ financial suicide.

“Sure,‍​⁠ the Duke could‍​ look to other​​‌ guilds. But he​ already has our⁠‌ weak spot. In‍⁠ this situation, do​⁠‍ you think he’d‌⁠​ go looking for⁠​‌ those who owe‍‌ him nothing?”

Even‌ nobles didn’t have‌⁠‍ unlimited funds, and​⁠​ if they could‌‌ cut costs, they⁠ would. And this⁠‌⁠ wasn’t just any‍‍‍ expense—it was the‍⁠⁠ massive cost of‍ military supply.

Any‍‌‌ sensible noble would‍ rather exploit a weakness than act‌‍⁠ out of anger.‍

With‌‍ Dominic’s explanation, the‌ previously dejected guild‌ leaders were instantly‌ encouraged.

If‍‌‌ everyone had committed⁠​ the same offense,‍​ then they couldn’t‍​​ punish some and⁠ forgive others arbitrarily.‌‌​

If⁠‍ one was forgiven,‍⁠‍ the rest had‍‌ a good chance‌ of being forgiven‍ too.

“But​‌ in that case,​​‌ aren’t you the‍‌ one who loses,⁠ sir? If you‍‌‍ can’t provide military‌‌ supply at a price the Duke‌‌ finds acceptable, this​ time he really​‍⁠ won’t let you​⁠‌ go.”

“Don’t⁠‍⁠ worry about me.​‍ There’s a way.”‍‌

To⁠‍ one of the⁠‍ leaders’ questions, Dominic‌‌⁠ left the sentence​​‌ unfinished. In truth,​‍‍ he not only‍ had a way‌⁠ to avoid losses—he‍​ could even make‍​ a huge profit.​

But‌‌ why share that‍⁠‍ method with them?⁠⁠ It was enough​ for Dominic to‌‌ be the sole‍ beneficiary of this‍⁠ deal.

‘The‌⁠‌ Duke may think‌ he has my‌​‍ weak spot, but​‍‌ no matter how​‌⁠ this plays out,‌ I’ll be the⁠ one who comes‌⁠ out on top.’⁠

A cold smile formed​ on Dominic’s lips.‍​

The‍‌‌ Duke’s wrath had‍ long since left‍‍‌ his mind.

He​​​ had lived through‍‍‍ too much to​ be frightened by‍​‌ a crisis like‌​‌ this.

***‌

“W-what⁠‍​ is that…?”

“It’s‌‍‌ beautiful…”

When‌​‌ Lucian arrived at⁠​ Asagrim leading the​ members of the​‌ tribe, exclamations of‌⁠ amazement erupted everywhere.‌

Just‌​ by seeing a real wall, the⁠ members of the​​‌ tribe could no‍‍ longer hide their‍​‍ surprise.

To‍⁠‌ them, that white‍ wall, flawless to​‌ an extreme degree,‌​‌ looked like a divine creation.

“His​​ Highness has arrived!”⁠‌​

“Open​​‍ the gates!”

Atop‍⁠⁠ the wall, upon‍​⁠ confirming the return​‌​ of the lord‌‌ of Asagrim, they‍‍⁠ began to move‍ in agitation.

Shortly⁠‌ after, the massive​‌⁠ gates opened, and​‌ the vassals who‍ had come out⁠ to receive him‍‌ appeared.

At⁠ the forefront stood‌ Hans, whom Lucian‍​ had left as‌⁠‍ the territory’s administrator.‍

“Your‌‍ Highness, I am⁠​⁠ glad to congratulate‍ you on your‌⁠ safe return.”

“…Hans?‌ Are you all​‍⁠ right?”

Lucian‍ blinked in astonishment‍​ at the sight​⁠‍ of him. He⁠​ was so thin​‍​ that it seemed‌​ as if simply‌‍ touching him would‍​‌ make him collapse‍⁠ without strength.

At‍‍⁠ Lucian’s concern, Hans⁠ smiled weakly and‌​ nodded.

“I’m‌⁠‍ fine. With a bit of rest,⁠‍ I’ll recover. Now​‌ that Your Highness‌‌‌ has returned, I can finally breathe‍​⁠ easy as well.”‌‌⁠

“…I’m‌ sorry. I left​‌ you the position⁠​⁠ thinking nothing would‍‌ happen, and I never imagined such‌‍ schemes would take​ place while I was gone.”

“There​​ is nothing Your⁠⁠ Highness needs to‍‌ apologize for. Everything‍ happened due to‍‍​ my lack of‍ ability. The one‍‍‌ who should apologize‌‍ is me.”

Hans⁠‍⁠ smiled bitterly, as⁠‌⁠ if he had‍‌ become fully aware‍​ of his own‌⁠​ shortcomings.

However,‍​​ perhaps thanks to⁠‍​ the hardships, he​⁠‌ now exuded an‌ experience and composure​​⁠ he had not⁠‍ had before.

If​​ the current Hans‌‌‌ were to face​‍‍ the merchants’ demands‍​‍ again, it would​ not be so‍ easy to push​⁠⁠ him back.

“All‌ right, go in‌​ already. The residential‌‍ areas for the‌‍ outsiders have all​ been decided, so​ leave it to‌‌ the other administrators‍ and get some⁠ rest.”

“You’ve‍‌ already finished everything?”​‍‍

“Yes.‍‍​ Would you like⁠‍ to check it?”‌

Hans‍‍ handed Lucian the​ documents he had​‍‍ organized.

After‌​ quickly reviewing them,‍ a brief exclamation‌‌‌ of admiration escaped​‌ Lucian’s lips.

Although⁠‌‌ there were slight‍⁠‌ differences from his​​‍ initial plan, in‌ essence they matched,‌​‍ and those small​‍ differences even corrected‌‌ points he himself‌​​ had not taken⁠ into account.

“Well⁠ done. There’s nothing⁠‌‍ to add or​‍ remove.”

“I’m⁠ glad you’re satisfied.”‍

“Good.‌​​ I’ll leave this‌ matter to you.‌‌ Before that, I’ll‍‌‌ do one more‌​⁠ thing.”

Lucian‍ returned the documents‌⁠‍ to him and⁠⁠⁠ turned around. As‌‌‌ he did, the⁠ tense gazes of‍⁠​ the tribe members​ focused on him.⁠

Then​‍​ he spoke the​ words they had​​⁠ longed to hear​ for so long.‌

“This‌​‌ is the land‍​‍ of salvation! The‌‌ place where you‌​​ will put down‌‍‍ roots and live​ from now on!”‌⁠

“…!”‌

“You​ will no longer‍⁠ have to tremble​⁠⁠ from the cold⁠​ while waiting for​ death! Rejoice! You​​ and your descendants‍​​ will prosper in​‌​ this land!”

— Uooooooh!

The⁠⁠ instant he finished​‌ speaking, a deafening​​ roar shook the‌ white walls.

Some‍ jumped with joy‌‌‌ as if crazed;⁠‍ others embraced each‍⁠ other in tears.​​‍

At⁠⁠⁠ last, they truly⁠ understood that they​​ would live in⁠‍‍ Asagrim.

Lucian‌⁠⁠ decided to leave‍‍ them until they⁠‍ calmed down and⁠ entered the interior​ of the castle.‍‍⁠

By‍‍ the time the‍ cheers ended, the⁠ administrators assigned by‌​‌ Hans would begin​‌​ guiding them to‌ their new dwellings.‍​

For‍‍​ now, it was⁠ better to let‍‍ them fully enjoy‌ the joy of​⁠ having escaped a thousand years of‍ cold.

***⁠​

“It’s⁠‍‌ changed a lot.”‌⁠

A short sigh of⁠ admiration escaped Lucian’s⁠⁠ lips as he‌‍ headed toward the‍ White Castle.

Although‌‌​ not that much⁠​‍ time had passed,​‍ Asagrim had advanced‍⁠⁠ even further.

The‍‍ increase in population⁠‌ was evident, and‌⁠‌ the convenience facilities⁠​ had expanded considerably.⁠

Even‌⁠ the shops opened‌⁠ in densely populated‌⁠‌ areas seemed to‌⁠ have been placed‌‍ after careful planning.‌‍‍

“Did⁠‍ you design all​‌​ of this?”

“I‍​ only carried out⁠ the work following‍​ the advice of‌ the other administrators.‍ I recorded the⁠ minutes of the​ meetings where those‌​ opinions were presented,‌ so please review‌‌⁠ them when you⁠‌ return to the⁠⁠‍ castle. Surprisingly, there​ were many capable⁠‍‌ individuals.”

At‌‌​ Hans’s calm response,‍ Lucian’s eyes widened‍ slightly.

Receiving‌‌ advice was one‌‌ thing, but knowing⁠​​ how to use‌‍​ it properly was‍‍‍ also a skill.‍‌

The⁠ incompetent often ruin‍ everything by trying‌‌ to impose their‌​​ own ideas over‌‌ those of others⁠‌ to claim the​ credit.

However,​‍ Hans not only​⁠ accepted the advice,‌‍ but even left‌‌ detailed records of‍​⁠ the meetings, exposing⁠​ points that could​⁠‌ potentially be used‍ against him.

It‌ was something impossible⁠​​ without great confidence‌ in having acted‍​ correctly.

‘…This‌‍ kid, if he​⁠ goes through one​⁠ or two more​‌⁠ trials, won’t he‍⁠ grow tremendously?’

The‌ guilt he had‌​ felt moments earlier⁠ vanished, and Lucian‍⁠⁠ began to look⁠ around with gleaming⁠ eyes, searching for‍ new trials to​ impose on Hans.‍

As‍​‌ he continued explaining,‌​⁠ Hans felt an‌ inexplicable chill run​⁠ down his spine⁠‍ and shuddered without​⁠​ knowing why.

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