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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 154

Chapter 154

One⁠ of the most‍‌⁠ important elements within⁠ noble society is​‌ “legitimacy.” Lacking legitimacy‍ means having no⁠‍‌ right to inherit​ absolutely anything from‌ one’s ancestors, including‌‌ one’s very status‌⁠⁠ as a noble.‌​​

For​​‍ that reason, in​ great houses it‌‌ was not rare⁠⁠‌ that, at the‍ slightest doubt regarding‌‍‌ legitimacy, everyone involved‌ would be silenced.‌‍‌

It‍ was not a mere domestic scandal—it‍​ was a problem‌‌ capable of shaking​‍ the very identity‌ of the family⁠ itself.

At‌​ the same time,‌‌‍ even among families​⁠ with extremely hostile‍ relations, the legitimacy⁠‍ of a rival‌​⁠ lineage was rarely⁠‌ attacked.

One‍​​ misstep could cause⁠ the opponent, driven‌‍‍ mad, to wager‍​‌ the survival of⁠‍‍ both houses in‍ a fight to​⁠ the death.

‘And‍ yet, for a problem of legitimacy‍‍⁠ to arise not‌​ in just any⁠​ house, but in‍ the imperial family‌ itself.’

The⁠‍ vassals, stunned, were‍‍ unable to say​ a single word.⁠‍⁠

In​⁠ times of peace,‌‍⁠ knowing such information‍⁠‌ would have been‍‍​ reason enough to​‌‍ live under threat‌‍⁠ of death for​‌ the rest of⁠‌​ their lives.

Even‌ though the current‍⁠ situation allowed it,​‍‍ the sheer weight⁠ of the revelation⁠ made it hard‍ to breathe.

“Your‌‍ Highness… does anyone‌ else know this‍ fact?”

Raymond‍‍ asked after regaining​​⁠ his breath.

Lucian‍ shrugged.

“I‌ don’t know. That‌ His Majesty entrusted⁠ it to me‍ was already extraordinary.‍‌ Do you think‌ he would also​ have told me​ who else knew?”‍

“Does‌‍ the second prince​‌⁠ himself know the⁠​ truth about his​​ lineage?”

“That‌‍ is not certain⁠⁠‌ either. But from​⁠ what I can⁠​ see, I would‍ say he still‍‌ does not know.‌ It does not⁠ seem that the‌‌​ former emperor told‍‍​ him.”

Bloodline‍⁠ secrets, curiously enough,‌ were often guarded⁠ most carefully from⁠‌​ the very person‌‌‌ involved.

Being​​​ the center of⁠‌ a secret and‍‍‍ being able to⁠ keep it were‌‌ two very different‍⁠ things. In fact,​‍⁠ upon learning the​ truth, the person⁠ involved might collapse⁠ and end up⁠​ revealing everything to‌ the world.

“From‍ what I saw,‍‍⁠ the second prince‌‌ never doubted his⁠‌‌ own legitimacy. If‍ he knew the‌ truth, he would‍‌ not appear so⁠ confident.”

“Uh…‍​​ huff…”

Raymond​‍‌ interrupted the conversation,‌‌‍ unable to continue‍​ bearing the weight‍⁠​ of the information.‍⁠⁠

At​⁠ the same time,‌‌ the other vassals⁠‌ resumed the breath‍⁠ they had been​‌‌ holding, tugging at‌‌‌ their collars. Their​⁠‌ clothes, soaked in‌​ sweat, clung to⁠⁠​ their skin without⁠‍ coming loose.

“Isn’t‌ this far too‍‌⁠ dangerous?”

Hugo‌ asked after several‍‌ minutes, being the⁠​ first to compose‌‍ himself.

“No‍ matter how we‌‌‍ think about it,‌‍ this is not‌‍‌ information that should​‌​ be revealed just‍‍‍ to win a political struggle.”

“True.”​‌‍

Lucian​ replied without hesitation.⁠

“If‌⁠ this comes to​ light, the second⁠‌‌ prince’s faction will​ collapse from the‍​​ foundations. But even​​​ so, do you​ think the first‌‍ prince will be⁠⁠ able to regain‌​ power?”

“Difficult.”​⁠

Lucian​ was blunt.

“He‌‌​ already lacked popular​‍ support. From the​ start, there must⁠ not have been‍‍‍ many nobles at⁠​ court who supported​ him. And now‍‍‍ that the second‌‌ prince has already‌ taken power, in⁠⁠‌ the eyes of⁠‌‍ the first, all​​​ of them would‍‍ be nothing but‌‌‍ traitors.”

And⁠ the first prince‌ was not someone​ who would leave‍ in peace those​​⁠ who turned their‍‌‍ backs on him.⁠

Once⁠‌⁠ in power, he‍‍‍ would initiate a great purge and‌‌​ stain the imperial⁠‍​ palace with blood.‌‍

To​⁠ survive, the nobles⁠​ of the court‍‌‍ would have no​ choice but to​ overthrow him.

“They‍⁠​ will probably try‌‌‍ to install some‌​ distant member of⁠⁠ the imperial family‌‍‍ as a puppet.‍⁠ Though I don’t‍ think the territorial⁠ nobles would accept‍ something like that.”‌

“Then​‌ what will become​ of the empire​ from now on?”‌⁠‌

The​‍ second prince lacked‍‌⁠ legitimacy. The first​⁠⁠ had no support‍‍ from the court.⁠

Most‌‌⁠ territorial nobles would​⁠‍ not recognize a distant relative due‌⁠ to his weak‍ legitimacy.

With‍⁠​ an unstable throne,​ control over the​⁠ provinces would inevitably​‍ collapse, and the​ imperial magical artifacts⁠⁠ would become useless.​

Lucian​ already knew that‌ future.

“A‍ true era of​‍ chaos will begin.”‌

***​

“Why‍‌‌ the hell won’t⁠⁠​ the Black Lions‍‌​ come?!”

Bang!⁠​‍

In‍⁠ Kelhaim, the heart‌ of Valdeck, a furious Jordi slammed‍ his fist down⁠ on the table.‍‌‍

The‌⁠ old rosewood desk‍ could not withstand‍‌‌ his strength and​ shattered into pieces.⁠​⁠

“I‍‍‌ am the owner⁠‌ of Valdeck now!​​‌ I am the‍​ lord of the‍​ Black Lions! Then​ why aren’t they‍ responding to the‌⁠ summons?!”

“I‍ have already explained‌ the reason several‍ times.”

Chief⁠ butler Edwin replied.⁠⁠​

Despite‌​ standing before a Jordi overflowing with‍‌‍ killing intent, Edwin’s​​‌ face remained expressionless.‌‌​

“The⁠‍ Black Lions are⁠⁠ the ones who​​ support Valdeck from‍​ the shadows, concealing‍ their identity. In⁠ other words, changing‌⁠⁠ lords does not⁠⁠‌ stain their honor.⁠​ Since they are‌ not bound to‍⁠ the knighthood, they​ have the freedom⁠⁠ to choose whom‌‍⁠ they serve.”

In‌⁠‌ other words, they‍​​ did not want‍​⁠ to serve Jordi‌‍ and had fled.⁠⁠

That⁠ reasoning only fueled​⁠⁠ his rage further.‍‍⁠

“Choose‌​ their lord? Since⁠‌‍ when can a knight choose his⁠⁠‍ lord?!”

“Have​‍ you forgotten, young‌ master? Unwavering loyalty​‌ is a virtue​‌ of knights. The⁠​ Black Lions, on‌‍ the other hand,‌ are those who​⁠ abandoned knighthood and​‍‌ soil their hands.‍‌‍ For them, that‌‌​ degree of freedom‍‌‌ is only natural.”‌‌

“Call​⁠ me Grand Duke!‍‍⁠ I’ve warned you​⁠ several times already‌‍⁠ and you still‌ don’t listen!”

“My⁠‍ apologies. With age,‌‍ my memory is​ not what it​​ used to be.”‍

At‍ Edwin’s brazen attitude,‌‌ Jordi’s insides boiled,‍​‍ but there was‍⁠ no way for​ him to get⁠ rid of him.‍

Edwin‌‍⁠ controlled Valdeck’s entire‍​⁠ espionage network and⁠‍ its activities in​​⁠ the shadows.

If‌‍ he dismissed him‍ outright, the chain​ of command would⁠​‍ collapse, and more⁠​ than half of‌‍‌ Valdeck’s power would​⁠ evaporate into thin‌ air.

‘Damn⁠ it, if only‍⁠ there were someone​​‌ capable of replacing⁠ this man…!’

Grinding⁠‌ his teeth, Jordi⁠‌ finally let out​‍‌ a sigh and‍ sank back into⁠​‍ his chair.

Even‍​ if someone capable‍‍ of replacing Edwin​‍ appeared, it would‌‌‌ not solve all​ his problems.

The⁠‌ Black Lions had‌‌​ openly turned their⁠​ backs on him,​​‌ and even among⁠ the knights, dissatisfaction‍​ toward him was‍ evident.

Tristan,‍​ who had been⁠‌‍ expelled, lurked relentlessly​ around Kelhaim, searching​‌ for an opportunity‍ to kill him.​

Even‍​ Joshua, who had‌ barely saved his​ life by fleeing​⁠​ to his maternal‍‍ family, watched him‍⁠⁠ like a hawk,‌ waiting to take‌⁠ advantage of the‍​ situation.

Simply‌‍ becoming the owner‌‍​ of Valdeck did​⁠​ not mean he‌​ could relax and‍​ enjoy power.

‘And⁠‌ on top of‍ that, now that⁠⁠‌ bastard Lucian, who‍ went north, is‌‍‌ stirring up trouble‍‍ as well. This‌​⁠ is enough to‌‌‍ drive anyone insane.’‍⁠

Thinking​ of Lucian made‌​ Jordi feel his‍‍ headache return.

When​ he heard that‌​​ the former emperor‍​​ had granted him⁠‌‌ Asagrim, in the⁠⁠​ north, he could‌​ not help but‍‌‍ scoff.

No⁠‌ matter how deep‍ its history was,​‌​ it was still⁠​ a ruined land,‍​‌ completely uninhabited.

With‍ no army and⁠‌‌ not even a population to pay‌⁠​ taxes, what was⁠‍ he supposed to⁠ do there? Gathering​​ outsiders and acting‍ like a true‍ feudal lord would​‍ take, at the​ very least, an⁠‍ eternity.

‘That’s‍‌ what I thought,⁠‌‌ and I felt⁠‍​ at ease—but who⁠‌⁠ would have imagined⁠​ that in less​⁠ than two years⁠​‍ he would dominate‌ Calix and even‍‍ subjugate the barbarian​​‌ tribes beyond the‍​ tundra?’

Seeing‌​ Lucian suddenly become‌ the absolute sovereign​⁠ of the north‌⁠ had been madness⁠⁠​ for Jordi.

Being⁠ the lord of​ a region was‌‍‍ not just a medal indicating strength.⁠

It‌‍ meant becoming someone⁠‌ whom neighboring lords​ had to watch​⁠ cautiously and constantly‌⁠⁠ appease.

In‌‌‌ other words, when​‍⁠ the time came,⁠ he would not‌ attack alone, but​‍⁠ at the head⁠ of a coalition.‍​

To​​‌ Jordi, Lucian represented‌‌​ a far more‍​⁠ real threat than‌ his other brothers.⁠

All⁠​‍ the more so⁠‌‌ because, unlike Lucian,‌ Valdeck had lost​ all its alliances‌‌ except that of‌⁠​ the second prince.​​

‘And‍‌​ now that guy‌⁠ goes and attacks⁠ the second prince?‍⁠ Damn it, what‍ is his objective?‌‍​ Loyalty to the​⁠⁠ first prince? A means to satisfy​‌​ his ambition? Or​​​ is he aiming‍​ at Valdeck…?’

“By⁠​⁠ the way, I have something to‌ report to you,‌⁠‌ second young master.”‍⁠⁠

Lost‍ in thought, Jordi⁠⁠​ frowned deeply at‌ Edwin’s words.

Despite‌⁠‌ so many warnings,‍ he was once‍ again using the⁠‌ title “second young​ master” as if‌​‍ nothing were wrong.‌​⁠

However,‍ he was far⁠ too exhausted physically‌ and mentally to‍‍​ argue about it‍​‌ again.

“What​ is it?”

“A​‍⁠ suspicious visitor has⁠‌ arrived after a long time. He‍⁠⁠ is still covered⁠‍⁠ from head to‍​ toe in a black hood.”

“…And⁠​⁠ why are you‌‍​ telling me this⁠‍‌ now? Bring him​ in immediately!”

Jordi‍‍⁠ sprang to his‍‍⁠ feet, shouting urgently,‌​‍ as if all‍ the previous frustration⁠‌ had vanished.

That⁠ “suspicious visitor” could⁠​‌ only be someone​​ sent by the‌⁠ second prince.

***​​

“I​​‌ really can’t understand​⁠ what’s going through‍ the duke’s head.‌ Does he really​​‍ think that by‍ mentioning my brother⁠⁠⁠ he can corner‌‍‌ me?”

Walking⁠⁠‍ through the corridors​‍ of the imperial⁠‌‌ palace, the second​‌⁠ prince, Cedric, muttered⁠​ with a complicated‍ expression.

Unlike⁠⁠‍ the Lucian he‍ remembered, his political‌​ offensive was surprisingly⁠‌⁠ poor.

“If‌​‍ I simply deny‍‌ it and don’t‌⁠‍ release my brother,⁠‍⁠ his words will‍⁠‌ gain some weight.‌⁠ But even so,‌‍‌ it’s not like⁠⁠ the situation will‌‍ change much.”

— He must have‌ grown too confident‍‌‌ after his successes‌ in the north.​​

A shadow wavering behind‌​‍ him replied, brushing‌​‌ it off.

— The earlier a man succeeds, the⁠ easier it is⁠⁠​ for him to⁠⁠⁠ overestimate his own​⁠ abilities. And in‍​‍ his case, he‌‌‌ has accumulated several⁠​ achievements worthy of​​⁠ being called feats.‌⁠ It wouldn’t be‍⁠​ strange if he⁠⁠ had fallen into⁠ the trap of‌ arrogance.

“That⁠‌ conclusion is hasty.‌‌ There are too⁠ many suspicious points.”⁠⁠

Cedric‍ could not relax⁠ his frown despite⁠‍​ his subordinate’s words.⁠‍​

“Arrogance⁠⁠‍ and stupidity are⁠ not the same.⁠​‌ The duke has⁠‌‌ always taken risks,​⁠ but they were‌‍‌ risks that, if​‌‌ successful, guaranteed clear‌‌ benefits. And as‍ if to show⁠⁠‍ off, he always‌⁠​ emerged victorious. This⁠‌‍ time, however, the⁠ risk is enormous,‌⁠‍ and what he‍​ can gain is‌ minimal.”

Even⁠ if it were​⁠‌ revealed that he‌⁠‌ was keeping his‍ brother under arrest,⁠‌⁠ Lucian’s losses would​⁠​ be far greater.⁠⁠‍

His​ image as a loyalist would be‍‍​ further solidified, yes,​⁠‌ but at the⁠ same time he‌ would be closing‌ off any possibility⁠ of negotiation with‍‍‌ his own mouth.​‍​

Thus,‍‍ when Cedric ascended​‍ the throne, he‍‌ would be left‌‍ isolated without allies.‍

“That’s‌​ why, if the‍ duke wants to‌ gain something, proving​‌ his accusation is⁠ not enough. He​‌‌ would have to‍⁠‍ completely eliminate any‍​ possibility of my​‌​ ascending the throne.”​‍‌

The​ problem was that‌ it did not‍‌ seem possible. By‍​​ now, Lucian must​ also know that​‌‍ Cedric had completely‍‍⁠ won the struggle‌‍‍ for succession.

So‌‌ what hidden card‌‌ did he have‌⁠ to appear so​‌‍ confident?

— In fact, I’ve⁠ already sent a shadow to the⁠ Grand Duke to​ investigate. If any‍ relevant information about⁠ the duke comes‍‌⁠ up, I’ll let​ you know immediately.‌

“Do⁠ so.”

Cedric​ replied without much⁠‌ expectation. Although they‌ shared a father,‌‍ they had always‍⁠ been rival brothers,‍ constantly clashing over‍‌ the position of‍‌ head of the⁠‌ family.

Precisely⁠⁠‌ because of that‌‍ distance, he doubted‌ they knew each‍‍ other’s most intimate​​‍ affairs.

‘If‍‌ only one person​‍‌ would cooperate, I wouldn’t have to‍ go through all⁠‍ this…’

Thinking‌ of someone specific,‌ Cedric let out‍ a sigh. No⁠ matter how much⁠ he turned it‍​‌ over in his‍⁠ mind, it did‌ not seem that⁠ that individual would​⁠ do him any‍‌​ favors.

While​‌‍ lost in thought,‌‍⁠ Cedric arrived at‍‍ his destination without‍‌ realizing it.

He‍ took a deep⁠ breath and knocked‌‍‌ on the door‍‌⁠ of a small⁠ room located in‌⁠ a corner of‍​ the imperial palace.‌⁠

“It’s‌ Cedric. I’m coming‍​ in.”

He‌ said that without​ waiting for a response and opened​‍‌ the door immediately.‌‌​ At the same‍​⁠ time, something white​ shot out at⁠‌⁠ high speed toward‍ his face through​​​ the gap.

An‍‌ ordinary person would​​‌ have screamed and‌ dodged the object,​⁠‍ but Cedric remained‌ still, letting it​⁠​ hit him squarely.​‌⁠

Puff.‍

Just⁠⁠‍ as he expected,​ it was nothing‌⁠ more than a soft pillow.

Hard‍‍‍ or sharp objects⁠​‌ had long since​‌ been removed, so‌​ there was not‌​‍ much else to‌‌‌ throw.

Judging​​⁠ by the speed,‍⁠ it seemed the​ one who threw​⁠‌ it had used​​⁠ all his strength,​⁠‌ but a pillow⁠ was not enough​ to cause any‍​ damage.

With‍​‍ a faint smile,‌ Cedric caught the‍ pillow and tossed​ it into a corner before saying,‍

“Do‌‍⁠ you really want‍‍ to have a pillow fight with‍​ this brother after⁠ so long? I didn’t expect you‌ to still retain‌ that childish side,‍‍ elder brother.”

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