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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 146

Chapter 146

“Ehem…‌​ ahem. Please review‌​ the details yourself.⁠ I did the‍ best I could​‌ in my own⁠‍ way, but there​ are surely many‍‌ points where I was clumsy.”

Seeing‌​​ Hans clear his‌ throat as if⁠​ trying to shake‌ off a chill,​‍​ Lucian smiled wryly.‌‌​

“There’s⁠ no need to‍‍ be so humble.‌ For your first‍ time taking on​⁠ the position of​⁠‌ territory administrator, it​‍ was quite a clean job. I’m‌ very satisfied.”

“Thank⁠ you.”

“From‍‍‌ now on, you‍‌ just need to⁠‍‍ maintain this level,​‍‌ so keep honing⁠‍​ your instincts. I may soon have​​ to entrust you⁠ with the position‍ of regent again.”‌​​

“…Huh?”⁠‍

Hans,​‌​ who had just⁠‍ let out a sigh of relief,​​ opened his eyes⁠ wide at Lucian’s‌ words.

He‍‍ had gone through‌ all kinds of⁠‌‌ hardships, so much‌‍ so that he⁠ never wanted to​ take on that⁠‌​ position a second‌ time, and now⁠ he was being​⁠⁠ told he might​‌⁠ be entrusted with​‍ it again later?‌‌​

Just‍‌​ as Hans was‌‍⁠ about to protest,‍‌‌ Lucian voiced a doubt.

“By‌‍ the way, I don’t see Lord‌ Eisen. Felicia has‍‌ also returned after‍ a long time,​ so I thought​ he would come‍‍ out to receive‌ us. Is he‌⁠ resting in the​ castle?”

“…”‍

At‍⁠ those words, Hans⁠‍ shut his mouth,‍⁠‌ his face turning‌​ pale. Sensing something​⁠ amiss, Lucian turned‌ his head and‍‍​ examined his expression.‍

“What⁠ is it? Did‍‍​ something really happen?”‌​‌

“The⁠‍‌ truth is… his⁠​⁠ health isn’t very‌ good.”

“What⁠​​ do you mean⁠ by that?”

Before‌‍ Hans could finish,⁠⁠ Felicia cut in‌ with a sharp‍‍ voice.

“My‌ father was in‍‌ good health up‍ until the moment‌ I left Asagrim.‍‌ How is it‌ possible that he‍ worsened in such⁠⁠‌ a short time?​ What exactly happened?”​⁠

“A-ah,​ nothing happened! He⁠⁠ just lost a bit of energy!”​

Although‌‌ Hans answered urgently​‌ in response to‍ her interrogative tone,⁠‌ Felicia continued to‍ stare at him⁠‍‌ sternly.

Under‍‌ her gaze, which​ demanded a more‍⁠​ detailed explanation, Hans​‍ let out a deep sigh.

“Miss​‍ Felicia, I understand‌‍⁠ your concern, but‌⁠ truly nothing happened.‍ Who would dare​​​ harm the Swordmaster?‍​⁠ Setting aside intent,‌ there’s no one‌‍ with the ability​⁠⁠ to do so.”​‍​

“Then‍‍ my father’s declining​‌‌ health means…”

“Consider‍‌ his age. It‍‍⁠ wouldn’t be strange​‍⁠ for his health‌⁠‌ to suffer due‍⁠ to old age.⁠⁠ It may be‌‍ irreverent to say​ so, but I’ve⁠ never seen anyone‍ older than him.”‌​​

In⁠​​ other words, due‍​ purely to age,⁠ it wouldn’t be‌⁠ strange if he​‌​ were to die‍ at any moment.⁠

Finding‍⁠ no way to‌‍ refute that, Felicia​‍​ withdrew with a gloomy expression. Just⁠​ as Hans said,⁠ Eisen’s life expectancy​‍ was already brushing‍‍‍ against the human​​⁠ limit.

However,​⁠ Lucian felt confused‍⁠‌ by Hans’s response.‍

‘What’s⁠⁠ going on? Eisen⁠‍⁠ should still have⁠⁠ about five years⁠ left to live.’‍

In‌‌ his past life,‌‌​ Swordmaster Eisen died⁠​ five years later.‌ According to rumors,‍⁠ even the day‍‌ before his death⁠ he was still⁠⁠ practicing swordsmanship with⁠⁠ full vitality.

And‍‌ now he was⁠ so weakened that⁠ he hadn’t even⁠⁠ come out to‌ receive his beloved⁠ Felicia.

“Did​​‌ nothing really happen?‌ Didn’t you notice‍​⁠ any signs of‌ illness or anything​ out of the⁠ ordinary?”

“It’s⁠‍​ definitely not an‍ illness, but… if​‍ I had to‍​ say something strange,‍​​ I’d say he​​ seemed to have‍ lost the will​‍‍ to live.”

“Lost⁠‍ the will to​‌​ live?”

“He​ used to say​ things like he‍⁠‍ had already accomplished⁠⁠⁠ everything and had‍‌ no regrets left.⁠⁠ We even found‍⁠ a half-written will.”‍

At⁠ Hans’s answer, Lucian⁠ let out a hollow laugh.

At​⁠‍ last, he understood⁠ why Eisen, who‍‍ in his past​ life had lived‌​ five more years,‍⁠ had lost his‍ vitality.

***‌

Lucian‍ returned to the⁠‌ White Castle and​‍ the first thing‍ he did was‍ look for Eisen.⁠⁠‌

Eisen,‌ lying back in‌ bed, showed an‌ expression of embarrassment​‍ upon receiving Lucian’s​‌ visit.

“Your⁠​ Highness, congratulations on​‍​ returning after accomplishing⁠​ such a great⁠ feat. I beg⁠‍‌ your pardon for‍⁠ this discourtesy, receiving‌‍‍ you while bedridden‌ and unable even‍ to go out​ and welcome you.”​‌

“Forgive⁠‌⁠ what? Don’t try⁠‌ to get up‍​⁠ for no reason,​ just rest.”

Lucian⁠ gently pressed Eisen‌⁠ down as he⁠​⁠ tried to force​‍⁠ himself to sit‌ up. Even though⁠ he barely used⁠ any strength, Eisen’s‍​‍ weakened body could​‍​ not resist and⁠ sank back into‍ the bed.

Seeing‌⁠ that state, Felicia‍⁠ fell to her‍ knees, her eyes‌ filled with tears.‌‌

“Father.”​​

“This​ girl… His Highness​⁠​ is watching.”

Though‌‌‌ he scolded her​‍​ verbally, his eyes⁠‌ were full of‍ affection. Faced with⁠ that loving gaze,‌‌​ Lucian sighed inwardly.‌⁠

‘In​‍‍ the end, the‍‍​ cause was me.’⁠​‌

More‌ precisely, the problem‌ was that, unlike‍ in his past​‌ life, Eisen no⁠​ longer had any⁠ attachment to life.⁠​‍

In​‌ his previous life,​ Swordmaster Eisen had‍ lamented throughout his‍ existence that he⁠ had failed to‌ leave behind a suitable successor.

It‌ was natural that‌ he could not⁠ let go of‍⁠‍ that regret even‍‍‌ at the moment‍ of death.

However,‌ in this life,‍‌‍ by presenting Felicia​​‍ to him, Lucian‌​ had completely eliminated‌ all of those‍ regrets.

On‌​‍ top of that,‍‌ he had lost‌‍⁠ his lord, Grand​⁠ Duke Sigmund, and‍‌‍ Lucian himself had‍‍ already become independent​⁠ to the point‍‌​ of no longer‌‍​ needing the Swordmaster’s​​ help.

‘Didn’t⁠ he already find‌‍ a reason to​⁠ keep living? To⁠‍ think that, once‍‍ his attachment to⁠‍⁠ life disappeared, death​‍ would come sooner…’‍⁠‌

For⁠​ Eisen, the present⁠‍ was several times‌​​ better than his​ past life.

Living​​​ only five more⁠​‍ years while carrying‍‍⁠ lifelong resentment was⁠‍⁠ nothing but suffering.‌

Even​⁠ so, Lucian could​ not shake the‌​ feeling that he⁠‌⁠ had caused Eisen‍‍ to die earlier‌ than he was⁠‌​ meant to.

Eisen,⁠ seeing the shadow​ that fell over‍ Lucian’s face, seemed‌‌​ to misunderstand something​‌⁠ and formed a faint smile.

“Your‍‌⁠ Highness, don’t grieve​ so much. Aging​​​ is something inevitable​​‌ for humans. Rather,⁠‍ isn’t it a miracle that I’ve‍‌ lived until today​⁠ without suffering a single serious illness?”‍⁠

“Lord​​‌ Eisen.”

“If​​‍ you’re truly worried‌ about this old‌⁠⁠ man, then tell‍​ me what happened​ beyond the tundra.​ I think I’ll⁠ regain some strength⁠‍ by listening to⁠ the adventures of‌‌ Your Highness and‍⁠ Felicia.”

“Gladly.”‌‍‍

Lucian‍ sat down beside‌ Eisen and calmly⁠⁠⁠ began to recount​‌⁠ what had happened​ beyond the tundra—the‌ extreme cold that​‍ even northerners found⁠ terrifying, those who⁠‍​ proclaimed themselves descendants⁠ of the dragon,‌ and Marius’s prophecy.​⁠‍

He‌‍ also spoke of​​ the desperate resistance⁠​ of the tribal‍ chief who tried‍ to eliminate him,⁠ and of the​⁠⁠ trials that arose‌ as a result.​

Eisen‍ listened with interest‍ and burst into​​ laughter when he‌‌ reached the part​‍‍ where those who​​ had belittled Felicia‌ changed their attitude​ in just one‍‍​ day.

“Hahaha!​​⁠ For those who​ looked down on‍‌ her for being​​ a woman to‍‍⁠ kneel in just⁠‍ one day! That‌⁠ must have been‍‍ quite a spectacle!”‌‌​

“Just⁠‌‍ a spectacle? Just‌‌ by walking around‌ accompanied by Felicia,‌ they revered her‌ as if they‌‍​ were receiving a goddess.”

“What‍ a shame. If‍​ I had accompanied‍ Your Highness, I could have seen‍⁠ it with my​⁠ own eyes.”

After‌⁠ laughing heartily, Eisen⁠‍​ smiled contentedly, though‍⁠⁠ his body seemed‍‌ to be running⁠ out of breath.⁠

Noticing‌​ that, Lucian stood‌⁠​ up, hiding the​‍ bitterness welling up‌⁠ inside him.

“I‌ still have many‍​⁠ stories to tell‌‌ you, but I’ve‍ just returned and‍‍‍ have matters piled‍ up. It’s better​⁠ that I take⁠⁠​ my leave.”

“Well⁠⁠ then, this old⁠‍ man has detained⁠ you for too⁠ long. I apologize.”​

“Don’t⁠‌‍ say that. Besides,‌ father and daughter​​‍ surely have many⁠ things to talk‌‍‍ about. I’ll leave‍​ Felicia here. She‍‌‌ can tell you‍‌ the rest.”

“I‍​ appreciate your consideration.”​⁠‍

Lucian‍‌ responded with a smile and quietly‍ left the room.​ As soon as​‍ the door closed,‍ he wiped the‍ smile from his‍​ face and, wearing‍​⁠ a hardened expression,‌⁠⁠ looked for Hans.‍

“Hans.”‌

“Yes,⁠ Your Highness.”

“Just⁠‌‍ in case… does‍​ Lord Eisen know​ what’s going on‌ outside?”

“He‌ doesn’t. I thought‍⁠‍ there was no​⁠‍ need to give‌​‍ bad news to‌⁠ someone whose health⁠​ is already fragile,‌‌‍ so I blocked‍ the information as⁠‌​ much as I could.”

“Well‌‍ done.”

Even⁠​‍ if he had⁠ known, Eisen would‍‍ have had no​‌‌ way of dealing‍⁠‍ with the merchants.​​ He was a Swordmaster, not a politician skilled in⁠ intrigue.

At‍​‌ most, he would​ have worried too‌ much, and his⁠‍ health would have‌‌‌ worsened.

In​ other words, without‍‍​ Hans’s preventive measures,‌⁠​ Eisen’s condition might​‍​ have been even⁠⁠⁠ worse.

“Summon​‌‌ those merchants.”

Lucian‍⁠ gave the order‍⁠ in an icy‌​‌ tone as he⁠‌⁠ turned to Hans.​⁠‌

“It’s‍‌​ time they paid‌​‍ their overdue debts.”‍‍

***⁠

“Th-this‌​​ humble merchant has‌ the honor of​ presenting himself before‌‌‌ the duke, rightful‍ lord of Asagrim⁠⁠ and legitimate heir‍‍‌ of the northern⁠‌⁠ royalty!”

“We‍​​ present our respects⁠ to the duke!”​‌

The​⁠⁠ heads of each‍ merchant guild who‍‌ had been summoned‍‍⁠ knelt trembling before‌ Lucian.

Being​ fully aware of‌​ their sins, their⁠ faces were all‌⁠​ pale. Lucian looked‌ over them and⁠‍​ spoke in a flat voice.

“Welcome.‌ You’ve probably heard​ from others why‌ I called you⁠⁠​ here, haven’t you?”‌

“We​ heard that you‌‍⁠ would repay the⁠​ debts…”

“That’s‍‍‌ right. Every man‍ must pay what‌ he owes. Today,​ I will settle⁠ the debt I owe you.”

Upon​​ hearing that, the​​‍ guild leaders raised⁠‌ their heads in​ joy. They feared‌ he might pretend⁠ to forget, but‍⁠ he was really‍ going to pay.​​

However,⁠ Lucian’s words didn’t​‍‌ end there.

“And⁠‍ I will also‍‍⁠ collect here and⁠ now the debt⁠‍‍ that you owe‍‍⁠ me.”

“…”⁠⁠

“You‍​ pressured the person​‍ I left as​‌ my representative with‍‌​ ridiculous conditions. To​‌‌ what extent did‌‌ you disdain my‌‍ authority to dare‌⁠‌ such schemes?”

“Y-Your‌ Highness.”

“If‌​ you have any​ reason why I shouldn’t cut off⁠ your heads right​⁠‍ here and use⁠⁠ them to decorate‍‌ the walls, speak‌⁠‌ now.”

At⁠​‍ the voice full⁠ of murderous intent,‌ the guild leaders‌​ trembled even more,‍‍ their faces ashen.‍

They​ had trusted Dominic’s​​ words and had‌‍​ been reassured, but‌‍ now it felt‍‍‍ like their heads‌‌ were about to‌ roll.

At​‌⁠ that moment, Dominic,⁠ the only one​⁠‌ who still kept⁠‍‌ a calm demeanor,​​ spoke up.

“What‍ excuse could we⁠​‍ possibly offer? This‍‌‌ vile merchant offended‌ Your Highness’s spirit​‍⁠ in pursuit of‌‍ petty profit. Even⁠​ if I were⁠​ to die a hundred times, I would have no‌‌ complaints. However.”

“However?”​‌⁠

“If‌‌ Your Highness would‌​ be so merciful⁠​‌ as to spare‌‍ our lives, I will devote myself‍​ entirely to serving​ you and seek‌​ forgiveness for our‌ faults. I beg⁠​ you to grant‌ us your mercy.”‌‍

Lucian​ barely managed to‌‌ hold back a laugh. Was there‌‌⁠ anything less trustworthy​‍⁠ than a merchant’s​ oath of loyalty?‍

And‌‍ if that merchant‍ was none other‌ than Steel Dominic,⁠ even more so.‍​​

Swallowing‌ his laughter, Lucian‌‌⁠ feigned interest and‍⁠⁠ spoke as if‍‌ he knew nothing.⁠

“And⁠ how do you‍​‌ intend to serve⁠‍ me? I’ve received⁠⁠‍ oaths from knights,⁠ but never from​‍‍ a merchant.”

“There‌‍‌ are many ways⁠⁠ a merchant can​ prove his loyalty,​‌⁠ but at this⁠‍ moment, there’s only⁠ one way to⁠ demonstrate it to‍​‍ Your Highness.”

“Stop‌ making me wait‌ and say it.​​ My patience is‍‌​ not infinite.”

At⁠‌‍ Lucian’s insistence, Dominic​‍ took a deep⁠​ breath and spoke.​​

“I​⁠‌ will offer Your⁠ Highness a metal⁠ comparable to adamantium.‌ In sufficient quantity‌⁠⁠ to fully equip​‍ ten thousand soldiers‍ with heavy armament.”‌‌

“…!?”⁠​

At​‌ that unexpected declaration,​‌‍ everyone gasped silently.⁠⁠​

A metal with resistance​‌‌ comparable to adamantium?‌ Since when had‌​​ something like that‍​ been discovered? And⁠⁠​ it could be‌ mass-produced to the‌‍‌ point of arming⁠‍‌ ten thousand men⁠ at once?

“Are‌⁠ you trying to⁠⁠⁠ mock me? Stop‌​ spouting nonsense.”

While⁠ everyone remained stunned,⁠⁠​ Lucian’s gaze stayed‍‍ cold. Dominic shivered​ at the harsher-than-expected‍‌​ reaction but continued⁠⁠‍ in a calm​ voice.

“I​​ know it sounds‍‍ suspicious. That’s why⁠ I wish to​ demonstrate it directly‍‍‍ to Your Highness.”⁠‌‌

“You’ll‍‍ say anything just⁠‌ to stay alive.‍‍‌ If it turns​‌‌ out you’re lying,⁠ what will you⁠‍ do then?”

Deceiving⁠ the representative of⁠⁠ a territory might⁠‍‍ cost a guild‌‍ leader their head.⁠⁠

But​‌‌ deceiving the lord​‌ himself—and a duke​‍‌ at that—wouldn’t end‌‍ with something so⁠‌ simple. At that‌​ threat, Dominic answered⁠ with a stiff‍⁠​ face.

“I⁠‍ will offer my‌​ head along with‍‌​ everything possessed by​‍​ the Dominic Guild.‍‍​ All will legitimately​‌ pass into the‌‌ hands of Your‌ Highness, and no‍​ one will contest‌⁠‌ your rightful claim.”​⁠

Hearing‍ the words he⁠‌ wanted, Lucian nodded‍ with a cold⁠‍‌ smile.

“Don’t⁠​ forget those words.”‍‌

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