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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 153

Chapter 153

By⁠‍ nature, Casval was‌‍‌ not exactly a distinguished combat knight.⁠

At‍​ best, he could‌​ fight one knight​ to a draw;‌ facing several at‍⁠ once was unthinkable.‍‌‌

So​​‍ it was no‌ surprise when he​ was subdued in​​‍ an instant and⁠​ dragged without resistance⁠⁠ before Lucian.

“Your‌‌ Highness! What does‌‌ this mean? Do​‌‍ you realize what​‍⁠ you are doing‌‍ to an imperial⁠⁠⁠ inspector?! Do you⁠ truly intend to‍​ become a rebel?”⁠‍⁠

“A‍​⁠ rebel?”

At‌⁠‍ Casval’s words, Lucian⁠‌ formed a faint‍‍ smile and lifted‍​⁠ his chin. In⁠⁠ response, Denis, who⁠‍‌ had been waiting‍ to the side,⁠​ stepped forward.

Fixing​‌ Casval with a cold gaze, he⁠⁠ spoke.

“Pleased​ to meet you,⁠‌ Sir Casval. My⁠ name is Denis.‍⁠ As you can‍‌‍ see, my official‍ position is nothing‍⁠‍ more than that‌​ of a simple‌⁠⁠ attendant.”

“Damn‌ you! And what⁠‌ is that supposed‍ to mean? I don’t know who​‌⁠ you are, and‌ I don’t care!”​​‍

“Of⁠ course you don’t​ know me. I didn’t know you⁠​ either. But I do know one‍‍ of your lies.”​​

“Lies?”‌

“My‍⁠‌ other position is​ that of one⁠‌ of the eyes‌​⁠ of the former​​ emperor. I was‌​ included as part‌⁠⁠ of the gifts‍ His Majesty granted⁠ to the duke.”‌​⁠

“…!?”‍‍‌

Casval‍​‍ jolted at that⁠⁠‌ unexpected confession.

For‍ a spy—especially one​​ of the emperor—to​ reveal his identity⁠‍ was, in itself,​‍ a grave affront⁠‍ to the empire.⁠⁠‌

The‍ confusion soon turned‌ into anger. That​‍ someone who claimed​ to serve the‌ former emperor would‍⁠ sully his name​‍ with his own​ words was despicable,⁠​ both as a knight and as⁠​ a vassal.

“If‍ what you say⁠‍ is true, you‍‍‌ should be ashamed!​ If you truly‌​‍ were one of‌ the eyes of‍‌⁠ the former emperor,‍⁠‍ you should have‌‌ bitten off your​⁠ tongue rather than⁠ stain his honor!”‍

“You‍ are correct. Revealing‍​‌ myself like this⁠‌⁠ is, for an⁠‍‍ eye, an unforgivable‌‌ sin. Once your‍‌​ treason is made‌‌​ clear, I will⁠ accept whatever punishment‍ is due.”

“Treason?⁠ What the hell⁠⁠ have you been‌ talking about all‍⁠‌ this time?”

“You‍‌ know it. You‌‍ know that His‍‌​ Highness the first​⁠ prince attempted to⁠‌ communicate with the​ outside using a magical artifact. Do​​ you know who⁠ received that communication?”‌​‌

Casval​‌ felt as if‍‌‌ someone had struck⁠ the back of​​ his neck with‍​⁠ a hammer.

It⁠⁠ was true that​‌ the second prince’s​ faction knew the‌ first prince had​‍​ briefly attempted to‍ contact the outside‌⁠ using a magical‌ artifact. But they‍‍‍ had not considered​‌ it serious.

The‍ former emperor had⁠⁠ never allowed that​​⁠ artifact to circulate‌ outside an extremely​‌ limited circle.

By⁠⁠‌ logic, whoever received⁠​⁠ the message would⁠ be nothing more​ than a minor​ knight or a spy. Even if‌​‍ they learned something‍‍​ about the palace’s‍⁠‍ situation, they would​⁠ have no way‍‌ to influence anything.⁠

‘And‌ that spy was​ here…?’

Not⁠⁠‌ even the worst​‌ luck could be‍ so cruel.

While​ Casval cursed silently,​ Denis continued.

“The⁠ first prince told⁠ me this it‍⁠ is treason. Gather‌​⁠ an army. Call⁠‍​ the duke. Tell‌‌​ him to come​ immediately to help​⁠⁠ me. Cedric, that‍ bastard.”

“……”⁠⁠

“He‌⁠ was agitated, and‌⁠ there was interference‍​ as well, so​‍⁠ it was hard‌ to understand everything.⁠​​ But there was‌​⁠ one thing that‍​ became very clear.”⁠‌​

That​​⁠ the second prince,‍⁠ Cedric, had won⁠‌​ the struggle for‍‍ power and was‍ holding the first⁠‌ prince under arrest.‌⁠

For​​ Denis, who knew‌ whom the former‌⁠ emperor truly wanted⁠​ as his successor,​⁠ that was a devastating blow.

“Sir⁠‍‌ Casval, allow me​‍⁠ to ask you⁠‌‍ a question. Why‍⁠ does the second‌​ prince covet a throne that does⁠ not belong to⁠ him?”

“Does​‍ not belong to‌⁠ him? He is⁠ also a son‍⁠ of the former‍⁠ emperor! He has‍‍‍ a legitimate right​‍‌ to the throne!”‍​​

“Don’t⁠ play dumb. The⁠‍​ person the former​ emperor wanted as⁠‍ heir was the⁠ first prince.”

“The⁠ former emperor left‍​‍ no testament. Therefore,‍ he designated no​‍​ heir either.”

That‍ the former emperor‍ wanted the first‌ prince to ascend‌ the throne was⁠‍‌ a fact known⁠ to all, and‌ Casval did not‌​ deny it.

But‍‌ a personal inclination‌​ and an official​ designation were different‌ things.

Who⁠‌ could be certain‍​⁠ that, in his⁠‍ final moments, the​‍ emperor had not‍ changed his mind⁠‌ for the sake​⁠ of the empire’s‍​⁠ stability?

“Therefore,‍​‍ neither I nor‍ His Highness the‍ second prince deserve​‍ to be called⁠ rebels. As long⁠ as there is⁠‌​ no official designation,‍ he also has‌ a right to⁠⁠ the throne.”

“But‍‍‌ even the second‍ prince knew the‌⁠‌ former emperor’s will,‍‌ which is why​ he placed the‍​ first prince at‍‌⁠ the forefront. Then,‌‌‍ using any excuse,‍ he will claim‌ to have received⁠ an abdication and​‍ usurp the throne.”​​‍

“I‌ don’t know. The​⁠ future is uncertain.‌ And even if‌‍‍ the first prince‍ were to abdicate‍‌ voluntarily for the‍‍‍ sake of the​‌⁠ empire, there would⁠⁠⁠ be nothing strange​ about it.”

Cornered,‍ Casval began shamelessly‍ shielding himself with‌ excuses.

He​⁠ could not hide⁠‌‌ the truth, but‌​ he was also​ unwilling to yield‍⁠⁠ even an inch​​ on political ground.⁠‍⁠

“Duke!‌ I don’t know‌​‍ what this man‍ may have told‍‌‌ you, but if‌ you reject the‌‌ imperial invitation based⁠ solely on conjecture,⁠​ the entire world‍⁠ will doubt your‌ loyalty. Keep that‌‌‌ firmly in mind!”‍‌​

Even⁠‌ with everything exposed,​ Casval did not​‍⁠ bend and even​ went so far‌‌ as to threaten‌ Lucian. Then he⁠‌ bowed his head​⁠⁠ calmly, as if​‌ his life no‍⁠ longer mattered.

Lucian​​ watched him and‍‌​ smiled with contempt.‍⁠

“Even‌⁠ if you die‍ here, you cannot⁠‌‌ block your lord’s​⁠ path? An admirable‍‌ attitude for a vassal.”

“……”​⁠​

“But‌ at the same⁠‌‌ time, you are​‌‍ pitiable. Because the‌ second prince never‌​‌ had the right​ of succession.”

“What…?”‌‌‌

“Do‍‍‌ you remember what​ I told you​‍‌ earlier? About the‍‌ conditions to activate​ the magical artifact.”​​⁠

Any‍‌ member of the⁠ direct imperial line⁠‌‌ could activate it.​‌‌

At‌ that simple sentence,⁠​​ Casval’s face froze.⁠‍

At‍ the same time,⁠‌ he remembered the‌ second prince trying,‍​ again and again,⁠‌ to activate the‌‍⁠ artifact without success.‍​

Lucian​ passed by Casval,‍‌ who had been​ left petrified, and​​‌ gave the order.‍

“Lock​​ this traitor in⁠⁠ the underground dungeon⁠⁠ and bring the⁠ messenger. I am‍​‌ going to confirm‍‌​ what the second⁠ prince’s true intentions⁠ are.”

***​⁠

Lucian’s⁠​⁠ actions in imprisoning⁠⁠‌ the imperial inspector​‌ spread rapidly throughout‌​‍ the neighboring territories.​

The‌‍ feudal lords were⁠‍ horrified by what⁠‍ appeared, at a glance, to be‌​ an act of⁠​ rebellion, but it​⁠ did not take‍ long for them‍ to receive an‍‍ explanation from Lucian’s⁠‍‌ side.

“What?‌ The second prince‌​ is keeping the‍ first under arrest‍‌ and merely using⁠‌⁠ his name?”

“They‍‌‌ say he even‌‌‍ tried to lure‌‍⁠ the duke with‌‍ a false order‍ from the first‍ prince to assassinate​ him.”

“Does‌ he intend to​ dump all the⁠⁠‌ filth onto the⁠⁠ first prince and⁠​‌ then receive the⁠‍ abdication with clean⁠​‍ hands?”

“Well,⁠⁠ who would have‍⁠‍ thought that such⁠ a pure incarnation‍​​ of ambition had‍ lived until now‌ pretending to be⁠ a meek lamb?”​

Of‌ course, not all​⁠​ lords trusted Lucian.​ As long as⁠‍ the truth had​‌ not been fully⁠⁠ clarified, everything remained⁠ a unilateral claim​‌​ on his part.‍​‍

Some‍‌⁠ even suspected that‍⁠​ Lucian himself intended​​‍ to start a rebellion, using the​​ safety of the​‌⁠ first prince as⁠ a pretext.

“It’s​​⁠ unclear. Perhaps the‍ assassination attempt was‌ planned by the⁠‌ first prince himself,⁠ but Lucian doesn’t‍​‍ dare blame him‌‍ and so shifts‌ the responsibility onto‍‌ the second.”

“Rather,‍‍‍ Duke Lucian’s intentions‍​ are suspicious. Perhaps‌‍ he seeks to‌ exclude the second‍ prince and remain‌‌​ as the final‍ winner.”

“After⁠ receiving so much‌‌​ grace from the‍ former emperor, does‍‍‌ he dare dream​‌‌ of becoming the​ master of the‍​ empire?”

“Tsk,​‌ tsk. There isn’t‌ a trace of⁠​⁠ honor left. From‌ the seed of‌‌ a lion was⁠‌‍ born a dog.”‍‌

Amid​ the conflicting opinions,‌ Lucian announced to⁠ the entire empire⁠‌ the dispatch of‌⁠​ an emissary.

If⁠‌‌ there truly was‌ nothing to hide,​ the first prince‍ should appear in‍ person before that‌‌​ emissary and explain⁠⁠‌ the situation.

If​ he could not‌⁠ do so and​‌ only the second⁠⁠‍ prince appeared, then​‍​ Lucian would have​‌ no choice but​‍​ to mobilize in‍ order to rescue‍⁠ the first.

It​‌‌ was Lucian, the‌‍ dominator of the‌ north and lord​‌‍ of Asagrim, who⁠‌ had uttered the⁠ word “war.”

The‌ situation could easily‌‌⁠ escalate into a large-scale conflict that‌ would drag the​‌ entire empire into‌ it.

In‍ the midst of‍‌ that explosive tension,​‍⁠ Lucian gathered his⁠ vassals.

“The‍​ agreed date for​‌⁠ dispatching the emissary​‍ is almost here.‌‌ How is public⁠ opinion within the‍ empire?”

“It‍​ is unfavorable. Most⁠‍ lords do not‌⁠ openly express their‍‌‌ stance, but it⁠ is evident that​​⁠ they distrust Your‌​ Highness.”

“As​⁠‍ expected. For now,‌‍‌ my claims have‌‌ no proof.”

Lucian⁠​ was convinced of​‍ the spy’s identity‍​ thanks to the‌​‌ red stone he⁠‍ used to communicate​‌ with the emperor,​‍‌ but the other‌ lords did not‍ even know of‍ the existence of‍‍‌ such a magical‍‍​ artifact.

Even​​ if he revealed‌‍​ all the details,​​‌ not only would‍ they fail to‍​‍ understand them, they​ would think it​​ was merely a well-embellished story.

“Your‍‌ Highness, this time‍​​ you acted too‍ hastily. We have⁠⁠ enough information to​⁠ trust that spy’s⁠​‍ words, but the​⁠ others do not.​‍ If you fail⁠⁠⁠ to secure public​‌ support, you will​ be the one‍‍ labeled a rebel.”⁠‌​

“Even​ if the truth⁠ is revealed that​‍‍ the second prince​‍‍ is using the​ first as a puppet?”

“I‍⁠⁠ hesitate to put⁠​ it that way,⁠‌​ but the second​‍​ prince also possesses‌​⁠ a right of‌‌‌ succession. People will⁠ think he simply‍ won the struggle⁠‌​ for the throne⁠⁠ and subdued the​ first prince, not‍‍ that he committed⁠‌‌ treason.”

Naturally,‌ it was nothing‌​ worthy of praise,‌‍ and the image‌ the second prince​‌‌ had built until​​‌ now would collapse.⁠‍ However, for those⁠ who hold power,​‍ corruption was almost⁠ an inevitable sin.​ People would frown⁠⁠‍ upon his actions,‌​ but they would‌ not question his​ legitimacy to the​​ throne.

“What‌ matters is the‌‌⁠ legitimacy of the‌‍ succession. Unless a testament from the⁠‌‌ former emperor appears‌​​ declaring that the​‍ first prince would⁠⁠​ inherit the throne,‌⁠‌ that legitimacy cannot​ be shaken.”

“…Huu.”‌​

At‍‌ Raymond’s words, Lucian​​‌ let out a deep sigh.

It‌‌ was not regret‍ for what he​ had done, nor‍ remorse over a mistake.

It⁠‌ was the tension​ of being on‍ the verge of‌​‍ revealing a secret‍​​ he had kept‍⁠⁠ for so long.‌‍​

In⁠‍⁠ times of peace,⁠​ knowing the inner‍ secrets of the​​ imperial family in‌ detail would have‌‌ been a crime​‌‍ in itself.

But‌ in an era‍​ of chaos like‍​‌ this, that knowledge‌ could become a blade sharper than​⁠‌ any sword.

After​ steadying his breath,⁠ Lucian looked around‌‌ and spoke.

“The‌‌ emperor asked me​​‌ to look after‍ the first prince.‍‌⁠ In truth, Asagrim,​ the Order of‍ the Blue Rose,​⁠ the numerous troops,‍​ and even the​⁠‍ rights over unauthorized‌​ mages were nothing​‍ more than the​⁠ price for that.”‍‍⁠

“That​ is something we​​ all know.”

“It⁠ may sound irreverent,⁠​ but I could‍⁠‌ never understand the‌‍‍ emperor. No matter​⁠​ how I looked‍‍‌ at him, the​ first prince lacked‍⁠ the qualities necessary​​ to rule. I did not understand‍‌‌ why, even while‌​ making so many⁠⁠​ concessions, he insisted‍⁠ on making me‍‌‌ his main support.”‍‌

The​‌ vassals nodded in⁠‌ unison. Even if‍‍ he wanted to‌‍ hand the empire‌ to his favored‍ son, there had‌ to be a limit.

If​⁠​ too much power​‍​ was granted to⁠​ a subordinate to​‌‍ create a supporting‌​ faction, there was‌ the risk that⁠ that very faction​‍ would devour the⁠‍ heir.

The⁠⁠‍ former emperor was⁠ not someone who‌​ ignored that danger,⁠⁠⁠ and yet he​ had invested excessively‌⁠ in Lucian.

“At‌ first, I thought​ it was simple​ favoritism, a father’s‌⁠‍ blind love for‌⁠ his son. I believed that even​‍ a ruler as‌​​ wise as the​‌ former emperor could‍‍ not escape human​‌​ weaknesses.”

“Was‌⁠ it not so?”⁠‌‌

“No.‌​‌ He had no‍⁠ alternative. The second​​ prince never had⁠‍ the right of⁠ succession from the​‍ beginning. No matter‍​‌ how incompetent he​‍​ was, the first⁠⁠ prince had to‍‌‍ ascend the throne.”‍

“What?​ Is the second‌⁠ prince not a legitimate heir of‍‌ the imperial line?”‍

“The​⁠ former emperor made⁠‍ it known to‌‍‌ me by letter.”⁠​​

After​⁠⁠ a brief pause,​​​ Lucian revealed the‌⁠​ secret he had‍⁠ kept hidden until‌​‌ now.

“The​ second prince cannot‌‍ use at all‍ the magical artifact⁠​‌ that any member‌​⁠ of the direct‌⁠‍ imperial line should​⁠‍ be able to​⁠ activate.”

“…!?”‌‌

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