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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 150

Chapter 150

After​ the meeting, the⁠⁠ blacksmiths decided to​ teach their techniques‍‍​ to the foreigners.‌​

However,⁠‌‌ just because they​‌‌ agreed to teach⁠ didn’t mean the⁠​ process had to‌ be easy.

After‌⁠‌ all, they themselves​​ had learned while‌​ receiving all kinds‍ of scolding from⁠⁠ their own masters.⁠

Now‍​‌ that they had‍ become masters, they‌ planned to repay‌ exactly the same⁠ injustices they had⁠⁠⁠ once suffered.

“That’s​‌⁠ how learning has‍ always been.”

“If⁠ they came to‍⁠ the Empire, they’ll‍​ have to follow⁠ the Empire’s ways.”⁠​

“If‌⁠ they don’t like​ it, they can⁠⁠‍ leave. We don’t​‍‍ need disciples like​ that anyway.”

It⁠‍ wasn’t territorial hostility;‍⁠ rather, craft learning‌ had always been​‌ that way.

To‌‍ learn under a master as imposing‍ as the sky⁠ itself, treated as‌ little more than‍ a servant, watching‍​‍ from behind.

If​‍‍ the foreigners had​​ decided to learn​‌⁠ a craft, they‌​⁠ would have to​‍​ follow the same​ method.

But‌‍‍ the blacksmiths’ resolve​ wavered violently the⁠‌⁠ moment they came​‍​ face to face‌ with the foreigners.‍

“Nice​‌ to meet you,‍‌⁠ Master! It’s an‌ honor to meet‌‍ you!”

“You’ll‍​​ be teaching us‍​ the technique? Thank‌ you so much!”⁠⁠‍

“If‍​ there’s anything we‍​⁠ can help with,‍‍ just say it!⁠‌⁠ We’ll learn with‌‌‍ all our strength!”‍

The‍ foreigners bowed again‍ and again, expressing‌‍ their gratitude with‍⁠ complete sincerity.

Not​⁠​ only were they​​​ not rude, but​‍ their attitude was‍​‌ that of exemplary⁠‍ disciples.

The‍‍‌ problem wasn’t their‌ behavior—it was their‌‍ appearance.

‘They⁠‌ look even bigger⁠‌ up close. Wouldn’t‌​⁠ they snap my‍ neck with just⁠​​ one hit from‌ those hands?’

‘Those‌ calluses aren’t from‌ farming. They come⁠ from wielding weapons.’⁠‌

‘Why⁠ doesn’t a single‌ one of them‌‌​ lack scars? What⁠ in the world‍ were they fighting​⁠ in the tundra?’​

No‍​‍ matter how tough⁠ a blacksmith’s life​​‍ was, it couldn’t‍ compare to that​ of a soldier‌ who had truly⁠‍ been to war.⁠

Yet​‌ all the foreigners,​‍‌ without exception, gave​​‌ off the thick⁠ aura of veterans‌ hardened by blood.‍‌‍

The⁠ blacksmiths, who deep​‍⁠ down had expected⁠ some clumsy hunters,⁠‌⁠ couldn’t help but​‌ break into a cold sweat.

“Is⁠ this really okay?​​ Just by looking‌ at them, they​⁠‌ seem like guys‌‍⁠ who’ve already sent​ several to the⁠‌ afterlife.”

“I⁠‌‍ don’t think so.⁠ They say the⁠⁠ tundra has a low population and⁠ they hardly fight​⁠ each other.”

“Oh​​‌ yeah? Then where​​ did all those​ scars come from?”‌‍

“They‌‌‌ say ferocious beasts​ are everywhere up‌ there—so much that‍ even the children‍ tear leopards apart‍‌‍ like breakfast.”

“Damn⁠‍ it, they should’ve​ said that from‌⁠ the start!”

People⁠⁠ who are used‍ to getting blood​​ on their hands‍‍ react differently to‍‌‍ conflict. If their‌​⁠ anger flares, they’re‌ always ready to‍ kill again.

And⁠‍⁠ they were planning⁠​ to scold and​ humiliate those kinds‌‌​ of people using‌‍⁠ the old method?‍

“Ahem…‌ cough. Well then,​ welcome, everyone. We’re⁠​ a family now,⁠ so let’s get‍​⁠ along.”

“The‌​‍ relationship between master‍⁠‌ and disciple is​‍ like that of‌ father and son.​ We’ll raise them‌‌‍ like our own‌‍​ children.”

“Of‌ course, we’ll be⁠​ living together. No‌‍​ need to be⁠‌ so stiff.”

The⁠ blacksmiths immediately changed‍​‌ their attitude and⁠ welcomed the disciples‌⁠ with smiles, awkwardly‌ excusing themselves by‍‌‌ saying that the‌⁠ old ways weren’t‍⁠‍ always right and‌ that it was‍ time to introduce​​ some changes.

***‍⁠

“Without⁠‌‌ anyone rushing them,‌⁠ they’re doing very‍⁠ well. It seems⁠‍​ there’s nothing to⁠​‍ worry about regarding​ their adaptation to‍⁠​ this land.”

Lucian‍‍ smiled with satisfaction​ as he received⁠‌ the reports on⁠‍ the movements of​‌⁠ the foreigners in‌‌⁠ White Castle.

That‍ they were striving⁠‌ on their own⁠​ to give back⁠⁠​ what had been‍‍ given to them‌⁠ was worthy of​ praise.

The‍ more they grew,⁠⁠ the sooner he‍‍ would recover his⁠⁠ investment.

“And⁠ those we sent‌‍ to other territories?​⁠ Are they adapting⁠⁠ well?”

“Yes.‍ At first, they‍​⁠ seemed to have⁠‍‌ some complaints, but​ now they’re very⁠‌ satisfied.”

“The‍⁠⁠ standard of living,‌​ including food, clothing,‍​ and housing, increased⁠ dramatically. It’s too‌ abundant to complain.”⁠⁠‌

“However,‌​ in other territories,‍‍ they prefer to‌​​ keep living as‌​ hunters rather than​​ learn new techniques.”​

“It​ can’t be helped.‌‍⁠ From the start,‌ hunting was their​‍‍ only way of‍ life.”

In​ fact, the ones‍ in Asagrim were‌‌ the rare case.‌​ People tend to‌ continue doing what‌ they’re used to.​

If‍ Asagrim hadn’t received⁠​​ an overwhelming influx‌ of population, they‍ likely would have‌‌‌ opted to remain‍​ hunters too, just‌ like in the‌‌ other territories.

“Since‍‍ the number of​ foreigners sent to‌ other territories isn’t‍‍ large, we can​‍‍ incorporate most into​ the permanent army​‌ and grant hunting​⁠⁠ permits to the​⁠ rest.”

“Are‌​ you sure? That‌‌ would mean opening‌ almost all the⁠ hunting grounds under​ your ownership, my‌‌⁠ lord.”

“It‌ doesn’t matter. Better​⁠‌ they be used⁠‌‍ so people have⁠⁠ a way to‍‍ live, rather than​‍⁠ letting them go​⁠‍ unused.”

After⁠ all, those grounds​⁠ had originally belonged‌ to Count Calix’s​‌⁠ family.

He‌​ had acquired them⁠⁠⁠ almost by accident,‌⁠ and since he‍⁠​ had no interest​​ in hunting, he‌​​ didn’t intend to⁠ use them in​‌⁠ the future either.‍‌‍

It‍⁠ was better to​​ open them up‍​ so that the⁠⁠ inhabitants who became​​‌ hunters could pay‌ taxes.

“By​ the way, sir​ Eisen still hasn’t​ shown any improvement?”‌​​

“It’s‌‍‍ not an illness,‍ but rather a natural process of​⁠ aging. There’s not⁠​ much that can⁠‍⁠ be done.”

“Felicia​‌‌ must be taking​‌‍ it hard. At​​ least we could⁠‌ give him some‌‍‌ tonic to strengthen‌‍⁠ him…”

“My‌⁠ lord.”

Lucian​‍ turned his head⁠⁠ at the voice​ beside him. The​‌‍ official who had​‍ called him stammered,‍⁠‌ his face completely‌ pale.

“A‍‌ moment ago… someone‍⁠⁠ who introduced himself‍‍‍ as an imperial​‌​ inspector has arrived.”⁠​

“…!”​‌‌

***⁠

Lucian⁠ had anticipated enormous​​‍ chaos within the‌ imperial family following⁠‍ the emperor’s fall.‌‌​

The‍​‍ foolish first prince,​ the brilliant second​‌‌ prince, secrets known⁠ only to a few, and the‌ second prince’s ambitions.‍

To‍⁠ anyone’s eyes, it‌​ was a situation‌ where a peaceful⁠​ power transition seemed‌‍ unthinkable.

However,‍​ no matter how‍⁠‍ great the chaos,‌‌ it always ended​​ up being controlled‍‍ eventually.

The‍ imperial inspector who​​ had come to⁠ see Lucian was​ precisely explaining how​​ the power structure⁠ had been reorganized.‌‌

“Casval,​ member of the⁠​ Order of the⁠ White Flame Knights‌​⁠ and imperial inspector,⁠‍ greets the lord⁠ of Asagrim and​⁠​ heir of Grimaldi.”​‍‍

Lucian’s​ gaze swept over⁠​⁠ Casval, who bowed⁠ respectfully.

Despite‌⁠⁠ not seeming very‍⁠‍ old, he showed‌​⁠ none of the⁠‍ typical vigor of‍‍ a young knight.⁠‍

His⁠⁠‌ expressionless face instead‌⁠​ revealed the coldness‌‌ of a seasoned‍⁠ noble.

‘He‌‍ seems more skilled‌ in politics than‌ with the sword.‍​ Was he carefully⁠⁠‍ chosen for that‍‍ reason?’

After⁠ briefly evaluating his‌‍⁠ counterpart, Lucian nodded‍ and responded.

“Welcome,​ sir Casval. And⁠ I must apologize‍ for the discourtesy‌​ of not giving‍⁠ you a proper​⁠‌ reception, despite your⁠⁠ position as imperial⁠‌⁠ inspector. Had you⁠⁠​ given advance notice,‌ we would’ve prepared‍‌ something appropriate.”

“Don’t‌​ worry. I’ve come⁠ purely on official‌ duty, not to⁠ receive hospitality. Your⁠‌⁠ consideration is more‍ than enough.”

“Hah,‍‌ I appreciate your⁠‍‌ words.”

Lucian⁠⁠ clicked his tongue⁠​ at Casval’s brazenness.‌⁠

His⁠‍‌ comment had clearly​​‍ been a rebuke‍⁠ for arriving unannounced,‌ but the other‌‌ had dodged it⁠‌ by pretending not⁠‍ to understand.

It‌​‍ seemed he had​‌ no intention of⁠‍ explaining why he‌​ had barged in​ so suddenly.

‘Coming​⁠ on strong right​ from the start.​​‌ Does he think‍‌⁠ he has something⁠ on me?’

That‍‌ kind of person‌‌​ usually acted like​‌​ this when they⁠​​ believed they had⁠‌‌ found the other’s‌‌ weakness.

Since‍ Lucian had no‌​ idea what that​‌ supposed weakness could⁠‍​ be, he decided‍‍ to feel him‍​ out first.

“Then,​‌ what brings you‍‌ here? No matter⁠‌ how I think​⁠ about it, I don’t recall doing‌ anything that would‍⁠‍ justify the presence‌‌ of an inspector.”‌‍⁠

“The⁠ emperor has returned⁠​ to the embrace⁠⁠⁠ of the Eight​‍‍ Gods.”

“…”‍

“That‌ is truly unfortunate.‌​ I received countless‌ favors from His​‌ Majesty. May the‍⁠ Eight Gods grant‌ him rest.”

As⁠⁠ expected, Lucian bowed​ his head calmly.‍ After a brief⁠‍ moment of silence‍​​ in mourning, Casval⁠​⁠ got straight to‍​​ the point.

“Soon,​‌ His Highness the​​ first prince will​‍ be crowned as⁠ the new sovereign‌​⁠ of the Empire.​ However, we have⁠ received reports of‍⁠ troubling movements within‌⁠ the duke’s territory.”⁠⁠‌

“Troubling‍‍ movements?”

“You‌⁠‍ have brought in​⁠​ people from outside⁠​‌ the Empire. Barbarians​⁠ who don’t even​‍⁠ know what the⁠ Empire is and‌‌ who haven’t sworn‍‍‍ loyalty to the⁠ emperor.”

At⁠ that accusation, Lucian‌ frowned. Bringing in​ tribal members from​⁠‍ beyond the tundra‌​‌ was, politically speaking,⁠​ a delicate matter.⁠

Depending‍‍ on the moment,‌‌‌ it could be​ exaggerated into a grave threat or​ downplayed as something​‌⁠ trivial.

Whoever‍‍ had sent Casval​‍ seemed to have‌ chosen the former.‍

“What​​‍ exactly are you‍ trying to say?”‍

“That‌‍ what you’ve done‍ could be interpreted​ as treason.”

“How⁠‌⁠ dare you…!”

Felicia⁠‌‌ reached for her​‌​ sword’s hilt upon​​ hearing those words,‌‌ but Lucian stopped‌ her with a glance before she‍ could draw it.‍⁠

Then‍​ he gave a faint smile and‌⁠‍ looked at Casval.‌​​

“Listen,‌ sir Casval. Allow‍ me to give​‍‍ you some advice.”‌​​

“I‌​​ will gladly hear‌​ it.”

“One​ should not utter⁠‌⁠ the word ‘treason’⁠‍ lightly. Do you‌ know why?”

“I​‍ do not. I would be grateful⁠ if you would‌​ enlighten me.”

“Because​​‍ even someone who‌‌‍ had no intention​​​ of rebelling can‍‌⁠ end up becoming⁠ a real traitor,‍ you idiot who‍ can’t read the⁠‌ situation.”

“…!”‌

For​​ the first time,‌ Casval’s composure cracked,‌ and he stepped⁠ back in shock.‍

Threatening‌​⁠ with an accusation‍​ of treason and‌​ openly declaring it‌‍‌ were completely different​‍ matters.

Even⁠⁠ so, Lucian continued​‌ without blinking.

“Do‌ you know the⁠ price of treason?⁠ The extermination of‌​‍ the family. Total‍ massacre. Elderly, babies,​​⁠ pregnant women—all beheaded,‌⁠​ their heads displayed,‌ and their bodies‍ burned to ashes.‌ That is the‍‍‌ fate of a traitor.”

“T-that​⁠⁠ is true, but…”‌⁠​

“Shut‍ up and listen.‍​‍ If you interrupt​⁠ me again, I’ll​ cut out your​⁠‌ tongue first.”

Whoooosh.‍

“Ugh!”‍⁠‍

Casval⁠⁠ was blown backward‍​​ by the wave​‍⁠ of magical power​‍ that exploded from‌ Lucian’s body.

It‌ hadn’t been a direct attack—just the​ collision with the​ released energy—but the​ impact was like‌ being hit in‌ the gut by‍‍ an iron ball.⁠‌

He‌‍​ hastily reinforced his‍​‍ body, but the​‍⁠ pressure still completely‌‍ overwhelmed him.

‘I-is‌ this really the​​ amount of mana‌‌ one person can​‌‌ possess…?’

Faced​​ with that power‌​ that defied all‍‌​ common sense, Casval‌‍‍ was horrified.

It‍⁠‌ felt less like​‍​ a man and‌⁠‍ more like a dragon in human​ form.

While⁠​ Casval struggled not‌​‍ to lose consciousness,‌‌ Lucian’s voice continued⁠‍ to echo.

“Idiots⁠​‍ abuse the accusation‌‌​ of treason. They​​​ think others will​‌​ obey out of⁠​ fear of annihilation.‍⁠ Without realizing how​‌ many loyal men‌ they’ve turned into​‍​ real traitors because‌ of that stupidity.”⁠

“Ghk…”⁠

“Learn⁠‍ this well. When‍‌ you threaten someone,‌​ you must leave⁠‍ them a way⁠ out. Those who‍‌‌ push others to​⁠ the edge believing‍⁠‍ themselves superior often​ end up falling‍​⁠ into the abyss⁠‍ with them.”

Huff.‍​‌

“Haah…‌ haah…”

Lucian’s‌‌ mana faded like⁠ a candle going​⁠‌ out. Finally freed⁠ from the pressure,‌‍‍ Casval lay on⁠ the ground, gasping‌ for air.

When⁠​‍ he finally managed‌ to catch his⁠‌ breath, Lucian spoke‌‍⁠ again.

“Welcome,‍⁠ sir Casval. And‌​‍ I must apologize⁠​‌ for the discourtesy⁠‌ of not giving⁠ you a proper​ reception, despite your‌ position as imperial​‍ inspector.”

“…?”​

“Had‌⁠​ you given advance​⁠⁠ notice, we would’ve⁠⁠‌ prepared something appropriate.”⁠‍‌

Lucian‍​‍ repeated the exact‍‍ same words as​⁠ before, as if‍‍ they had just‌⁠‌ met.

Confused‌​ by the sudden​‍ shift in behavior,‌​ Casval took a moment to understand.‌​‌

‘He​ wants me to‌ start over now‍ that I understand‍⁠ my place?’

If‌‍ he acted arrogantly⁠ again like before,​‍​ he wouldn’t leave‌‍ alive this time.⁠ Humiliation washed over‌ him, but he‍​ had no choice.‍⁠

If⁠​‌ Lucian decided to‌​ go berserk and‌ break the table,‍ he’d be the⁠ first to die.​‌

And‌​ his lord, terrified,​⁠‍ would distance himself⁠⁠‍ saying it had‍​ all been Casval’s​ unilateral decision.

In⁠⁠‌ the end, he⁠​ had no choice‍‍ but to respond⁠⁠⁠ as Lucian expected.‍​

“How​​ could it be​​ Your Highness’s fault?‍​ I should have‍​ announced my visit​ and didn’t. It⁠⁠​ has all been‌⁠​ my responsibility. I beg that, with⁠⁠ your great magnanimity,‍⁠ you forgive my‌⁠​ discourtesy.”

“Hahaha,‌⁠⁠ I’m grateful to​⁠⁠ hear you say‍⁠‍ that.”

Satisfied⁠‍‍ that the hierarchy‌⁠​ was now clear,⁠ Lucian smiled.

“Then,‍ inspector, what brings‌‌ you here?”

Now,⁠⁠ it seemed they‍​ could finally talk⁠ properly.

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