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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 151

Chapter 151

“If⁠‍​ I am to‌ be honest with‌‌‍ you, the situation​‌⁠ in the imperial​ palace is not‍ good.”

Casval​‍⁠ began to speak‌‌ with a calm‌ face, as if‍⁠ he had never​ mentioned the word⁠​‌ treason before.

It⁠​‌ gave the impression​ that, now that​‌‌ things had reached​⁠⁠ this point, he‌ intended to pretend‍ that the mistake‍ he had made‌⁠ simply did not​⁠‌ exist.

“As⁠​ you well know,‌‌ Duke, the First‌​ Prince is the⁠​ legitimate heir to⁠ the throne. The‌ previous emperor personally⁠‌ proclaimed him, and‌‍ no one can‌‍⁠ object to his‍ legitimacy.”

“And‍‍ yet there are‌⁠​ disrespectful movements?”

“The‌⁠‍ Second Prince has‌ decided to abide‌ by the will‍ of the previous‌‌ emperor and serve⁠‍ the First Prince‍‌ as the next‍‍ sovereign. However, the‍ opportunists swarming around⁠‌​ him continue to‌‌ postpone the coronation​‌⁠ ceremony and are‍ inciting him.”

It‌​‍ was a strange⁠‍ way to put​​ it.

Basically,⁠‌ it meant that​‍‍ other courtiers were​ trying to place‌ on the throne​ a Second Prince‍​ who supposedly had⁠ no ambitions of⁠ his own.

Looking​ at history, it​‌​ was not uncommon​‍​ to see a puppet emperor at‍‌⁠ the forefront while‌‌ the true powers‌​⁠ ruled from the​⁠ shadows.

But​ turning the Second‌​⁠ Prince into a puppet? Someone who​ had proven himself​⁠ far superior to⁠⁠ the First Prince‍​‍ and enjoyed enormous​‍ support?

‘How‍‍⁠ ridiculous.’

If⁠​ the Second Prince‍‌⁠ truly had not⁠‌​ desired the throne,‌‌​ he would have‌ stepped forward long⁠ ago to calm‍​ the situation.

He‌​​ was not so‍‌​ incompetent as to​‌ be dragged along​ by public opinion‍‍ he did not⁠‌​ want.

The⁠⁠‌ fact that the​‌ atmosphere had not‍ settled meant only‍ one thing the‌⁠‍ Second Prince himself‌​ did not entirely⁠ dislike the current‌​‌ situation.

“It​​ is truly regrettable.‍‌ If it were⁠ possible, I would‍ like to rush‌⁠ to the imperial​ palace to offer⁠⁠​ my help immediately,‍‍‌ but from this‍‍ remote north to‍ the capital the‌⁠ distance is simply‌⁠⁠ too great.”

“I​‌ understand. The First​​ Prince always praises‍‍​ the Duke’s loyalty​‌​ and has said‌⁠‍ on several occasions⁠‌⁠ that, if distance‌ were not an‌​⁠ obstacle, he would​ certainly have come‌​ at once to‍ offer assistance.”

Casval⁠ bowed his head,⁠​ speaking as if⁠ he were sincerely‌ regretful.

Faced​​‌ with such nonsense,​ Lucian almost burst‌‍ out laughing, but⁠​​ managed to restrain⁠ himself.

What?​‍ The First Prince⁠ speaking well of‍ Lucian in private⁠⁠ and expressing his‌⁠ trust?

‘If​​‌ that First Prince​‍ were capable of‍​​ saying something so‌⁠ sensible, he would‍‌​ have ascended the​ throne long ago.’⁠

The‍‍‌ First Prince Lucian‌​‌ knew was the⁠‍‍ type who would​‌ have shouted that,​​ if there was‍ loyalty, distance did​ not matter and‌⁠​ one should present​‌ oneself immediately.

Casval‌⁠ must have known‍‍ this perfectly well,⁠‌⁠ and yet he‌ lied without the‌ slightest shame.

‘He​​ may be one​ of the most‌‌ brazen people in‌ the entire empire.’​⁠⁠

Unaware—or‍‌‍ pretending to be‍ unaware—of what was‌‍ going through Lucian’s‌ mind, Casval continued​ speaking without blinking.⁠⁠‍

“However,​⁠‍ unlike the trust‍⁠​ the First Prince⁠‍⁠ places in you,​‌‌ there is a faction that is‍‍ slandering the Duke.”⁠⁠​

“Slandering⁠ me?”

“Yes.​‍‌ The noble faction‍‍ led by Marquis‍⁠‍ Bernhardt. They are⁠‌⁠ pressuring the First‍⁠ Prince, claiming that‌​⁠ it is suspicious​ that the Duke‌ brought in barbarians‍ from beyond the‌​​ frozen wasteland.”

“I​‍ see.”

A truly ambiguous tone.​

They⁠‍ suspected treason, yet⁠‍ at the same‌‌ time presented it‌ as someone else’s‍‍‍ accusation, shifting the⁠⁠‍ responsibility.

And‍‌ even so, they⁠⁠⁠ did not utter‍‌ a single word​​ in Lucian’s defense,​⁠ merely wavering.

“Are​⁠​ you saying that‍ I must prove‍ my loyalty to‍ avoid political attacks‌ from others?”

“I‌ am very sorry.”​

“Be​ specific. What exactly‌‍ do you expect‌​ me to do?”‍⁠

At‌⁠ Lucian’s words, Casval,‍ as if he‍‍ had been waiting⁠⁠ for that question,​ went straight to‌ the point.

“First,‌ allow us to​‌ meet with the⁠⁠​ barbarians who came​ from beyond the⁠​‍ wasteland. If they‌ swear loyalty to‍ the Empire and​​ to the First⁠‌⁠ Prince, there will‌​ be no problem.”⁠‍‌

It‌ was an ambiguous​​⁠ condition.

It‌⁠⁠ might make sense‌⁠‌ if they were‍ knights or nobles,‍ but demanding an​‍​ oath of loyalty​ from barbarians who​⁠ were little different‌‌‌ from ordinary commoners‌ unless they were‌‌⁠ integrated into the⁠⁠ nobility would amount‌​ to nothing more⁠‌ than an empty‍‍ ceremony.

‘They​‌ are not seeking⁠⁠ real loyalty.’

Lucian⁠‍​ immediately understood Casval’s‍ true objective.

They‍ intended to explain⁠​‍ to them in​ detail what the​‍​ Empire was, how‍ vast it was,​ and make them⁠ understand that they‌‌ had options other​‌ than Lucian.

From‌ the perspective of‍​ those who did​ not know what‍‍‌ had happened in⁠⁠ the wasteland, Lucian‌⁠​ would appear to⁠‌‌ have attracted the‌ barbarians with land‍⁠​ and goods.

Their‍ plan was clear⁠⁠ tell them that​ beyond this inhospitable‍ north there were⁠​ great, prosperous cities,⁠ and disperse them‍ far away from‌ Lucian.

After‍​​ all, anyone would​​​ prefer warm, abundant‌‌​ regions over this⁠‌‍ hostile north.

Of‍ course, they would​​‍ only speak of⁠‌​ that abundance; they‍ had no intention⁠ of actually giving⁠‍​ them anything.

‘What‍⁠‌ a way to⁠ be mistaken. It’s⁠ true that I promised them a prosperous life, but⁠‌ that isn’t everything.’⁠‍‌

Lucian​ formed a faint​ smile and nodded,‌‍‍ giving them free​⁠ rein. There was‌‌⁠ no need to​ correct the other​⁠‌ side’s misunderstanding.

“If‍‍ it’s just a meeting, I can​‌ arrange it whenever​​‍ you like. If‍ you wish, I can even gather​​ them all in​‌​ one place. That​⁠​ said, you can⁠⁠‍ handle the oath‌ of loyalty yourself.‍‍ I see no⁠‌‍ reason why I should personally help⁠ explain the greatness‍ of the Empire.”‌​

“Of​‌‍ course. I appreciate‌ your cooperation, Duke.”‍​

With‍‌‍ Lucian’s permission, Casval‍⁠‍ bowed his head‍⁠ immediately.

If⁠⁠‌ he had truly‌ been seeking a sincere oath, he‌⁠​ would have criticized‍‌⁠ Lucian’s distant attitude.‍‌

However,​⁠ Casval seemed rather‍‌ pleased that Lucian⁠⁠​ would remain uninvolved.⁠‍⁠

Just‌⁠ as expected, his​‍ intention was to‍‍⁠ disparage Asagrim and‍ exaggerate the abundance‌ of other territories.‍‌

“Anything‍ else? You said​‌‌ ‘first,’ so it⁠‌ seems there is⁠​‌ another request.”

“It‌ is simple.”

Though‍​⁠ his tone was‍ light, Casval’s face‍​ was clearly tense.​​​

“We‌‌ ask that you​⁠ attend the coronation‌ ceremony of the⁠⁠ First Prince, which​​ will be held‌​ in one month.”⁠‍

***⁠

Faced‍​‍ with Casval’s demand,‍ Lucian formed a bitter smile.

For‌ a high-ranking noble,‌ holding the title⁠⁠​ of count or​⁠ above, attending the⁠‌ enthronement ceremony of⁠​ the next emperor​‌ was almost an⁠​ obligation.

Seen‍​‍ that way, it​​‍ could be said​⁠ to be a completely natural request.⁠​‍

‘That‍ would be true‌‍‍ if the empire​⁠ were still functioning​‌​ normally.’

The‍ current capital was‌ not much different⁠‌ from a den​‍‌ of demons. After⁠ the emperor’s death,‌‌‌ all information flowing‍‌​ outward had been‌ blocked, and every⁠​‍ matter was being⁠‍‍ handled with the⁠⁠‍ utmost secrecy.

In⁠ other words, there‌⁠ was no way⁠‍‌ to know whether‌ those holding power⁠​⁠ at the moment​‌ were Lucian’s allies‍​‌ or his enemies.‍⁠⁠

‘If⁠ my enemies have⁠ taken power, this⁠‌‌ would be me​‌⁠ walking voluntarily into⁠ a trap. But​ questioning such a natural invitation would​‍‍ itself be disrespectful.‍​ They planned this⁠‍​ move well.’

It⁠‌​ was a maneuver⁠ so well constructed‍‍ that one could‌​‌ not help but‍ admire it, as‌‌ it forced one‌ to fall into⁠​‍ it even while‌⁠ knowing it was‍‌‌ dangerous.

However,‍⁠⁠ that maneuver had⁠‌‌ a crack.

A crack that only‌ Lucian knew about⁠​‍ within the empire.‍‍

“It‍⁠ isn’t something that​‌‍ needs to be​ requested of an‌⁠​ imperial noble. How‌​ could I be⁠ absent from the‍​‍ enthronement ceremony? I will attend without‍⁠‌ fail.”

“Your⁠ Excellency the Duke⁠‌⁠ is truly a loyal servant of‌⁠⁠ the empire! Then—”⁠

“However,⁠‍ security has not‍ been at its‌⁠‍ best lately, and‍‌‍ moving lightly could​‌ provoke other territories.‍​‍ Therefore, I would‍ like His Highness​​‍ the First Prince​​ to open the​ way for us.”‌

“Huh?”‍⁠

Casval‍​ asked, bewildered. It‍‍⁠ was obvious that⁠‌ he did not‌​ understand what kind‍ of way Lucian⁠ was referring to.‌

“The⁠‍ way, yes. The⁠⁠ same one the‌ previous emperor used​ to open for‌‍ us from time⁠⁠​ to time. Is​ it clearer if‍‍ I say dimensional⁠⁠ gate?”

“Ah…!”⁠

“I’m‍‌‍ glad you understood.‍‌ Then, please convey⁠‌‍ the message.”

“W-wait⁠ a moment, please!”‍

Just‌​‍ as the conversation⁠​⁠ seemed to be‍​ coming to an‌​ end, Casval hurriedly​ stopped Lucian.

The‍​ surprise at that‍‌ unexpected request was​‌‌ evident on his​ face. After hesitating⁠‍‍ for quite some‌‌⁠ time, as if⁠‌ he had suddenly‌​​ remembered something, he‌⁠‍ opened his eyes‍‍⁠ wide and spoke.⁠‍‍

“I’m‍‍ sorry, but His‌ Highness the First​ Prince cannot open‍‍ the dimensional gate‍​ at this time.”‌‍

“What⁠​ did you say?⁠​ And why not?⁠​ The previous emperor⁠⁠​ opened and closed​​‍ it so easily…”‌

“Because⁠​ only the sovereign⁠‍⁠ of the empire⁠​ can activate the​ magical artifact. And‍​ since His Highness⁠​ the First Prince‌‌ has not yet⁠ held his enthronement‍ ceremony—”

Upon‌‌‌ hearing Casval’s excuse,‍ Lucian had to⁠‌ suppress the smile‌ that threatened to​⁠⁠ appear on his‍‍​ lips.

‘Of​‍ course. One way​‍ or another, they‍ had to pull‍‍ out the excuse​ that it can’t⁠ be done for⁠ now.’

Most​‍‌ nobles, not knowing‍‍​ how the artifact‌‌‌ worked, would accept⁠​‌ any explanation and‌ let it slide.​

But‍ that would not⁠⁠ work on Lucian.⁠​‍

Because‌‍ he had heard‍ directly from the⁠ previous emperor how‍​‍ that magical artifact⁠ operated.

Lucian⁠‌​ held Casval’s gaze⁠ with an expression⁠‍ of sincere puzzlement.​‍⁠

“What‍⁠‍ does that mean?⁠‌ Isn’t any member⁠​ of the direct‍‌ imperial bloodline able‍ to use it?‌⁠ The previous emperor‌⁠‍ explained it to‍ me personally.”

“…!?”​

“Aren’t‍ you mistaken? Just‌​ in case, convey‍‍‍ this to His‍​⁠ Highness the First‌ Prince. Tell him​‍⁠ that he can​⁠​ activate it at⁠ any time and‍ that he should‍ try it himself.”⁠

Cold⁠ sweat began to‌ run down Casval’s​​​ face, as if‍​ he had never‌​​ imagined that Lucian​ had received a direct explanation from‌​ the previous emperor.‍

If​‌ he said something‌‌ incorrect at this‍​ point, it would⁠ not be mere‌​ suspicion—he could be​‍ branded a falsifier⁠​⁠ manipulating the emperor’s‌⁠ words.

Unable⁠‌​ to find a way out, Casval​‍‍ had no choice‌ but to nod.‍⁠

“I-I‌ understand… I will​‌⁠ inform His Highness​‍ the First Prince.”⁠

‘It⁠‌ seems the capital⁠ is completely in⁠​⁠ the hands of‌‌‌ the Second Prince’s​ faction. The First​ is nothing more‌​ than a puppet‌ whose name they‍ are using.’

Watching​​ Casval withdraw unsteadily,​‍‍ Lucian was able⁠‍⁠ to confirm that⁠ conclusion.

If​ the First Prince⁠‌ were truly leading​‌​ the political situation⁠ as the legitimate​​⁠ heir, he would‌​ not have been‍‍ so flustered.

It‍‍‌ would have been​ enough for the‌ First Prince himself‍ to say, “I‌ don’t know what​ you’re talking about,”‌ to settle the‌ matter.

But‌‍ Casval had been​​ cautious, fearing that‍​⁠ a contradiction might‍‌⁠ arise between his​⁠‌ words and Lucian’s​​⁠ knowledge.

That​ proved that he⁠ had no way​ to respond if⁠‍ pressed on that⁠‍ point.

‘Just​‌⁠ to be sure,‌ let’s confirm it‍ one more time.’‌​‌

After⁠ seeing Casval off,​​ Lucian immediately summoned⁠​ the attendants and‍‍‌ servants of the‍‌ castle.

They‍‌ were people the⁠ previous emperor had​⁠‍ sent some time​‌⁠ ago under the‍‍​ pretext of supporting​‍⁠ the administration, but‌ in reality as​‌⁠ undercover agents.

Once‍‍⁠ everyone had gathered,‌⁠‍ Lucian spoke, addressing⁠‌ the spy whose⁠⁠ face he still​⁠‌ did not know.⁠

“I‌ suppose you’ve already⁠⁠ heard that the​ imperial family has⁠‍⁠ sent an inspector.‍⁠‍ Apparently there was​​‌ some confusion, but‍​ His Highness the‍⁠⁠ First Prince is‌ leading the situation.”‌⁠

“………”‌

“It’s⁠⁠ reassuring news. They​ say the enthronement‍ ceremony will be​⁠​ held in one⁠‍‌ month, so I plan to travel​⁠ personally to Tibron⁠​⁠ to attend.”

The‌⁠‍ attendants and servants⁠⁠‍ looked at Lucian⁠ with mixed expressions‍‍ of fear and‌⁠⁠ discomfort. They did⁠⁠ not understand why‍ the duke was‍​ saying such things‍​ to people of‌‌⁠ such low rank.‌‍⁠

However,‍​‍ among them were​‍​ some who, while‌ imitating the expressions​‍‌ of the others,‌ showed particularly evident‌ tension.

“I’m​ telling you this‌ because I want‌​‌ to take some‍​ of you with‌ me to the⁠‌‍ capital. That said,‌‌ there is a possibility that it⁠‌ will be a one-way trip, so‌‍‌ I will accept​⁠‍ only volunteers.”

“A⁠ o-one-way trip? What‌‌ do you mean‌ by that?”

“That​‌‌ although the enthronement⁠‌‌ of the First​⁠ Prince should be‍ a cause for​‌ celebration, all of‍ this may be​‌​ nothing more than​ a deception. It’s⁠ possible my enemies‍⁠⁠ are trying to‌⁠​ lure me out‌‍⁠ of here with​‌ a trap.”

“…!”‌​

“But​‌⁠ whatever the truth‍​‍ may be, as⁠‌ long as the‌⁠​ excuse is legitimate,‌​‍ rejecting the invitation​ would be disrespectful.‍‍ Therefore, only those‌⁠ who are willing‌ to risk their​⁠​ lives—”

It⁠‍ was then that‍‌ someone spoke.

“It’s‌⁠‍ a lie.”

A young attendant stepped‌​ forward, his face‍ hardened.

Interrupting‌ the duke was‍⁠ a grave crime,⁠‍ yet he showed​ not the slightest​‌ fear of punishment.⁠‌

In​‌ his eyes burned‌ only the determination‌ to stop Lucian​‍ from going up‌‍​ to the capital.‍

“Everything​⁠‍ is a lie.‍​ It’s a trap.‌⁠​ You must not‍⁠⁠ go.”

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