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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 152

Chapter 152

The‍⁠​ young servant’s sudden⁠‌‌ action caused the‌ others to begin‌‌‍ murmuring all at‌ once.

Lucian​⁠‍ had already guessed⁠‌ the young man’s‌ identity, but even‍⁠ so, he frowned‍​ with an angry‍‍‍ expression and rebuked⁠ him.

“And‌ who are you‌ to dare step⁠‍ forward in this⁠ place?”

“I…!”‌​‍

The‍⁠ young servant hesitated⁠‌ for a long​⁠ moment before dropping‍​ to one knee‍ and speaking.

“Allow​⁠‌ me to introduce⁠⁠‌ myself once again‍⁠ before you, Duke.‍‌​ My name is‌⁠​ Denis. I have‍‌ served as one⁠ of the eyes⁠‌‍ of the previous‌​ emperor.”

“W-what?!”‍‌‍

Exclamations‌‍ of astonishment erupted‍ everywhere. In noble⁠‌ society, the word‌⁠ “eyes” was an‌ elegant way of‍ referring to spies.‍​⁠

Denis’s‌‍‌ words not only‍​​ revealed his identity,​ but were equivalent‍ to a confession⁠​‌ that the emperor​​⁠ had placed a spy at Lucian’s⁠‍‍ side.

Lucian‌ raised his voice,​​‌ feigning overflowing anger‍‍ as he pointed‌​⁠ at Denis.

“Nonsense!⁠‌ There’s no way‌​​ the previous emperor⁠​​ would have sent​‌ a spy to⁠⁠ me! He always‌​ showed me absolute​‌ trust! Do you⁠ dare insult the⁠​ late emperor?”

“That’s⁠‌ not it!”

“Throw‌​ this man in⁠ confinement at once!⁠⁠‌ We must find‌​ out who is​⁠ trying to drive​​ a wedge between‌ me and the​‍ imperial family by⁠‌ using this bastard!”‌

“Your⁠ Excellency!”

Just⁠ before the soldiers‍​​ could pounce on‌​ him—

Thud!⁠​⁠

Denis‌ slammed his head‍​‍ against the ground‍⁠ and shouted with‌‌ all his strength.‍‍

The‍‌ impact was so‌‍‌ strong that red⁠‌ blood visibly began‌​ to stain the‌ floor of the‌⁠ White Castle.

“How‌‍‍ could the previous‌‌‌ emperor have distrusted‍​‌ Your Excellency? The‍ only thing he⁠ feared was that,‍ being in a land as remote⁠‌ as the north,‌ his gaze might‍ not reach you!”‍‍‌

“This‌⁠ insolent wretch still—!”⁠

“If​⁠​ you wish, I will show you​‍‍ proof! There is‌​ an item the‌ previous emperor entrusted‌‍⁠ to me! You⁠‍⁠ yourself have seen‍ it before!”

Denis‍​​ immediately pulled a red stone from‍‌ his clothing and‍ held it out‌ in front of‌ him.

It‌‍ had exactly the‌ same shape as‌‍‌ the stone Glenn​ had once used⁠‍​ to connect Lucian‌‌‌ with the emperor.‌

Seeing‍ Denis present such⁠‌⁠ decisive proof with⁠⁠ his own hands,‍⁠ Lucian celebrated inwardly.‍

‘If‌​​ things had gone‍ wrong, I was‌‌ planning to let‌​‍ it pass while‌ pretending there was‍ nothing more I could do—but this‌‍ is a stroke⁠​‌ of luck!’

Now​ it was impossible‌ to deny that​⁠ the emperor had‍‌ not fully trusted‌‍⁠ Lucian and had⁠‍ sent a spy.‍‌​

This‌‍ incident would be‌ etched as a permanent stain on‍ the imperial family​‍ and as a perfect justification for⁠‌ Lucian to distrust‍ them in the‍‍ future.

Taking​‍⁠ advantage of that⁠‌ unexpected gain, Lucian‌⁠​ suppressed the smile⁠‍⁠ trying to surface⁠​ and sighed with​⁠⁠ regret.

“This​⁠‍ can’t be… How‍​ could the previous​ emperor…?”

“Y-Your⁠⁠⁠ Excellency! It’s a misunderstanding! As I said before, the‌⁠ previous emperor never⁠‌ doubted you!”

Denis‌ desperately defended the​⁠ late emperor, but‍ it was already‌‍ too late.

No‍ matter how convincing​ the excuses offered,​⁠ the essence of‌ the matter could​ not be concealed.‌

From‌⁠ the moment Denis​⁠ revealed himself as‍‍​ a spy, Lucian⁠‍‍ had already obtained⁠ a legitimate pretext.⁠​‌

‘But‍⁠ that’s not what’s⁠⁠ important right now.⁠ Let’s leave it⁠ at that.’

Although‌ he had obtained‌​ an interesting benefit,​​⁠ it was still​ just one of​ many pretexts he⁠‍‍ could use in⁠ the future.

At​‍​ this moment, he​‍ needed something else‍⁠‍ testimony that would‍‍ clearly expose Casval’s⁠​​ lies.

Lucian‍ spoke in a weak voice, as​⁠​ if he had‌​ yet to recover⁠ from the shock.​⁠​

“Very​‌‍ well… the previous‌ emperor should not‍⁠⁠ have doubted me.‍‌ It must have‍​‍ been an excessive​​‍ measure motivated by‍ the concern of‍⁠ those around him.”⁠

“Y-yes,‍‌​ exactly!”

“That’s⁠​ enough. Explain yourself.‌ Why did you​ suddenly reveal your‌‌‌ identity? And what‍ do you mean‍‍ by saying that⁠⁠‌ this enthronement ceremony‍​‍ is a trap?”‌

At⁠‍ the question, Denis⁠‌ bowed his head‍​ once more and‌ replied.

“Not‌‍​ long ago, His‍‍ Highness the First​⁠‍ Prince contacted me.​ He said he​‍⁠ needed an army‍​⁠ to punish the⁠ traitors.”

“…W-what?!”‍

Lucian’s​‍ eyes widened at⁠ such an unexpected‍ revelation.

***‍‍

‘Damn‌​ it, I never‍‍ imagined the previous‌ emperor would have‍‍⁠ told him even‌‌⁠ something like that.’‍‍⁠

Casval​‍‌ wiped the cold‍⁠ sweat running down⁠​‍ his forehead as​‌ he cursed inwardly.⁠

That‍‌‌ the first prince​​​ could activate the‍ magical artifact at​⁠⁠ any time?

‘Of​‍ course he can.‍⁠ The problem is⁠‌‍ that we can’t‍​ hand it over‌‍ to him under‍ any circumstances.’

The‌‌‌ second prince had‍ taken complete control⁠ of the imperial‍​‌ palace, and the⁠ first prince did​ not have a single ally on⁠⁠ his side, yet​‌ he continued to⁠‌⁠ protest and resist.​

He‌‌​ had even recently‌‍⁠ tried to contact‌‍ the outside using‌‌​ a hidden magical​‌ artifact, only to‍ be discovered.

If​⁠‌ the magical artifact‌​⁠ were handed over⁠‌‌ to him, he​‍‍ would not be‌⁠ satisfied with merely‍ opening the dimensional‍​‍ gate. And above‍‌ all, Lucian, as‌ a duke, was‍ the greatest support‍‍ the first prince​ had within the‌ empire.

If‌‍​ Lucian were to⁠ learn of the⁠​⁠ current situation of‌‌ the imperial palace⁠​‌ directly from the​ first prince, he‍⁠​ certainly would not​ remain idle.

Whether‍ out of genuine⁠ loyalty or ambition​​​ disguised as loyalty.‍​

‘In⁠‍⁠ the worst case,​ he could use‍​‍ the situation of​⁠ the palace as‌⁠ a pretext to⁠‍⁠ rise up in​ true rebellion.’

Seeing⁠​ no way out,‌‌ Casval let out‌ a deep sigh.⁠⁠⁠

Judging‍⁠ by how things​‍ were going, he​ would have to‌​ abandon the plan‍​ of luring Lucian‌⁠ to the imperial‌ palace.

If⁠​ the dimensional gate‌ did not open,‌​ Lucian would continue​ pressing that point​ relentlessly.

“There’s⁠‍‌ no other choice.‌⁠⁠ I’ll have to‍‍⁠ at least fulfill​​‍ the second mission.”‌

Muttering‌ wearily, Casval decided​ to stop there.⁠​⁠

If‍ he kept turning‍ the matter over​‌⁠ in his mind,​ he might even‍‌ start questioning useless‌‌​ ideas such as⁠‌ only direct members⁠​‌ of the imperial⁠‌‌ family being able‌‍⁠ to use the​ magical artifact.

***‍

The‌⁠ next day, Casval‌‍​ was standing in‍ the central square‍ of Asagrim, looking⁠‌ around him.

Everywhere,‍‍ the foreigners who⁠ had come from‌ beyond the frozen​​ desert were spread⁠⁠‌ out, gathered there‍​⁠ by Lucian’s order.‍​

Seeing‍ those giants filling‍ the place to‌‌ the brim, Casval‍ swallowed.

“It’s​‌⁠ impressive.”

Were‍​‌ all of them​⁠​ really barbarians who‍⁠‍ followed that young⁠‌ duke?

They‍ had physiques capable‌‌‌ of treating an⁠ average soldier like​ a child, muscles⁠​ that could only​​ be forged by​⁠⁠ wielding weapons again‌ and again.

Added⁠⁠ to that was​‍ the smell of​ blood that only‍ someone with real‌​​ combat experience could‌‌‍ give off, as⁠ well as the⁠⁠‌ countless minor scars‌ they wore as⁠⁠​ if they were⁠ decorations.

‘They⁠​ wouldn’t even need​‍ training. If weapons⁠‍⁠ were put in​‌ their hands right‍‍ now, they’d all‍ become an army.’‍‌⁠

Imagining‌‍​ them all armed,​‌‌ Casval felt a chill run through‌ his entire body.‍

A territory capable of​‍​ turning most of‍ its inhabitants into​‍ soldiers in an‌‌⁠ instant. At least​‍‌ defensively, that was⁠‌‍ practically equivalent to⁠⁠⁠ invincibility.

If⁠⁠ they failed to​ disperse them properly⁠‍ right here, Lucian⁠​ would become a permanent headache for‌ the imperial family.​⁠

Soon​ after, once he​⁠ confirmed that the‍​ immigrants had gathered‍ to their limit,‍‍​ Casval raised his⁠‌ voice.

“Listen,‍ you who have​ come from the‍​ frozen desert! Today​​⁠ I have come‌ to explain to​‌ you the laws‍ and customs of‌ the Empire!”

“The‍ laws of the‌⁠ Empire? And what’s​‍​ that?”

“Looks⁠‌‌ like he’s going‌‍⁠ to teach us‍​ the customs of‍​ this place.”

“Isn’t‍⁠⁠ a knight a warrior? Since when‌​ does a warrior⁠ act as a guide?”

“It‌‍ must be something‍​‍ important if they‍ left it in‌⁠ the hands of⁠​ a warrior.”

Seeing‍​‌ that the foreigners⁠⁠ were not paying‍‍⁠ attention at all,‍ Casval frowned.

In‌‌ the Empire, even‍ a simple commoner⁠​ had to remain​‌⁠ silent when a knight spoke.

“Silence!‍ If you wish‌‌ to live in‌⁠ the Empire, this‌ is something you​ must know. Open​​ your ears wide‍ and listen carefully!​‍ I won’t explain‌‍ it twice!”

At‍​ Casval’s authoritarian tone,‌ the foreigners clicked⁠⁠‌ their tongues in‌ displeasure, though they‍ said nothing.

They‌⁠ themselves knew better​⁠‍ than anyone that‌ in this land‌‌‌ they were nothing‌ more than outsiders.‍⁠

Even⁠ if they didn’t​ like the other’s​‍ attitude, if he​⁠ was going to⁠ teach them something‍‌ they didn’t know,‍ they had to‍⁠ listen.

“First,‌ I will explain‍​‍ how the duke​ you serve came‍ to rule this​ land. Several years⁠‌ ago, the great​​​ previous emperor…”

In‌‍⁠ the square, which⁠⁠⁠ had barely managed‌​ to calm down,⁠‍​ Casval explained the⁠ laws of the‌ Empire in a measured voice.

That​​‌ Lucian’s position was‌‌ not something he⁠ had been born​ with, but a title granted by‌​ the emperor.

That‍ the emperor was‌‌ an existence above⁠ Lucian and therefore​‌‍ deserved respect and​⁠‌ loyalty.

That‍ the Empire was⁠‌ far more vast‌​ than they imagined,⁠⁠‌ and that the⁠​​ north was, even‍‍⁠ within it, a particularly barren region.​‌⁠

“…Therefore,‍‍ do not forget​ your loyalty to‍‍⁠ the imperial family,​​ and take pride‌ in having also​‌​ become citizens of‌⁠‍ the Empire.”

After⁠ finishing his speech,‌ Casval looked around‌ once more to⁠‍‍ check their reaction.‍‌

However,‍​ contrary to what‌​ he expected, there‍‍ were no murmurs​⁠ or surprise.

Only​‌ a cold, listless⁠ silence that stretched​​‌ on endlessly.

As‌ Casval felt bewildered​ by that strange‍‌⁠ reaction, a voice​‌ rose.

“We‌‌⁠ listened carefully to‍ what you said.​⁠ But we have⁠‍‍ a question.”

“W-what?”​​⁠

“Are‌ the people of​ the imperial family‍⁠ you’re talking about⁠‍​ stronger than our‍⁠ lord?”

“……”​

Annoyed⁠⁠ by the insolent​ tone, Casval was⁠​​ left speechless as‌​‍ he grasped the‌ meaning of the‍‍‍ question.

It​⁠ had been enough​‍‌ for Lucian to​‌ release just a little of his​‌ mana for Casval‌ to feel pain‍​​ comparable to being​‍ struck brutally by⁠‍ a blunt weapon.‌‍

He‌⁠​ was practically an‍​ unparalleled monster in‍ the human world.‌‌

And‍⁠​ now they were‌‌‍ asking whether there​ existed someone of‌‌‌ imperial blood stronger‌‌ than Lucian?

“…Strength‍‍ and nobility are‍​ different things. Do‌ not try to⁠ impose your customs‌‌‌ on the Empire.”‍‌

“So⁠‍ it’s not that‍‌⁠ they’re a bit‍ weaker than our‌⁠‌ lord, but that⁠‌‍ they aren’t even​​ warriors at all.‌⁠ And yet we⁠‌​ have to serve​‌‍ them?”

“Watch⁠​‍ your words! Insulting‍ a member of‍ the imperial family‌ is a major‍‍​ crime punishable by⁠ immediate execution!”

“That’s‌‍ exactly what we⁠‍​ want to say‍⁠​ to you.”

Hearing‍‍‌ another voice from‌​‌ behind, Casval shuddered.‍​‍ When he came‍⁠ to his senses,‍ he felt the‍‍⁠ killing intent of‌ the barbarians surrounding‌ him from all⁠ directions.

“You⁠‌‍ have belittled our⁠ king, forced us‌ to serve someone​ weaker, and mocked‍‍​ the land he⁠ granted us. Is‌ there any reason‍ we shouldn’t kill‍‍​ you right now?”‌​

“…!”‌

It‌⁠⁠ was not a threat, but a notification. At those​​⁠ words, Casval’s face‌ turned pale.

If‍​ he said something⁠⁠​ wrong, they would‍ tear him apart‍ right there.

At​‌⁠ the same time,⁠‌ he realized that⁠ he had started⁠ from a completely​​‍ mistaken assumption.

‘Damn⁠​‍ it, these people⁠ never intended to‌ leave. They’ve already​ put down roots​​​ long ago.’

For⁠⁠⁠ those who had⁠ lived in the⁠‌ frozen desert, the‌ north or any‌ other place was‌‌ still foreign land.⁠⁠

That​​ was why he‍ had planned to‍‍⁠ entice them with‍​⁠ the prosperity of‍ other territories and⁠‌ scatter them far‌‍ away from Asagrim.​‌​

But‌​‍ those foreigners already‌ regarded the land⁠‍ promised by Lucian‌ as their second​​‌ home.

‘If‍‌‍ you love your​​⁠ home, telling you​ another territory is‌‌ better will only​ stoke your anger.​‌ It would have​‍​ been better to‍ say nothing.’

Surrounded⁠‍⁠ by countless gazes,⁠​‌ Casval desperately turned⁠‍​ his mind.

His‍⁠ life or death‍ depended on the‍⁠ next word he‍​ spoke.

Finally,⁠ a brief phrase‍⁠ left his lips.‌

“…I⁠ am a guest​‌‍ of the duke.”⁠‍⁠

In‌‌ that instant, the​‍ killing intent dissipated‍ as if it‍‍ had never existed.‌‌

In​ any culture, a guest was under‍ the protection of‍‌​ the land’s owner.​‍ In other words,‍⁠⁠ killing a guest‌‌​ was equivalent to⁠ directly insulting the​ host.

Those​​ who served Lucian​⁠ could not kill‌‌​ a guest of⁠ Lucian.

The‌​ foreigners who had‍ been staring at‌‌ Casval until just⁠​ moments before took‌⁠ a step back.‍‌

“Get⁠⁠ lost.”

At‌⁠⁠ someone’s brief command,‌‌⁠ Casval ran out‌ of the central⁠ square without even​⁠​ catching his breath.​⁠‌

If​‌ he hesitated for‌ even a second‍ longer, he didn’t‍⁠​ know how the​ mood of the‍ crowd might change.‌⁠

However,⁠‌ upon entering the​ fortress and reaching‍‍ the entrance of​‌​ the White Castle,‌ renewed fury welled‍ up inside him.​‌‍

‘Just‍​⁠ mere commoners daring⁠‍ to threaten a knight, and on⁠⁠ top of that​​ me, who serves⁠‍‌ His Highness the⁠‍ prince…!’

No‌⁠ matter how barbaric⁠​‌ they were, once‍⁠ incorporated into the‍‌​ Empire their status‍‍‍ was that of‍ commoners.

And⁠‌⁠ yet, unable to‌​ abandon their old‌ customs, they had⁠ dared to threaten‌ Casval, a knight‌ of an imperial‌‍‍ prince.

‘When⁠‍⁠ I return, I’ll‌‌ have to say‍ something to the⁠‌ duke. This can’t‌‌ be left like‌ this.’

While⁠​ Lucian would likely‌​ side with the‍‌​ barbarians, he was‍ still a noble.​‌

If‌ Casval protested on‍​ the grounds that⁠​⁠ the order of‍‌ status was being‍​‍ violated, the other⁠ side would not​‌ have much to‌‍‍ say.

Just​‌ as Casval reached⁠ the entrance of​ the White Castle—​‌‍

“Seize​ the traitor!”

“…?!”‌

Surrounded‌‌​ by the Knights‍​ of the Blue‍‌ Rose who lunged​ at him from‍‍‌ all directions, and⁠ hearing the word​‍‍ traitor, Casval froze‌ on the spot.‍

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