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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 155

Chapter 155

“Shut‍‌⁠ up, damn viper.”​

The​⁠‌ first prince, Claude,⁠​ glared daggers at‌‍‌ Cedric like a wild beast as​ he muttered under‍​ his breath.

If​ he had not‍ been shackled at‌‍‍ both hands and‌ feet, it looked⁠‌‍ as though he‌ would have lunged‌‍⁠ straight for his‍​ throat without hesitation.‌​‌

“As​​​ the sovereign of‍​‌ the empire, I order you. Release​‍ those shackles at⁠‌ once and kneel.​‍‌ This is your⁠⁠⁠ last chance to​ be forgiven.”

“Well‌​‌ now, that last⁠⁠⁠ chance shows up⁠ quite often. Would⁠ this be the‍​ seventh last one,‍⁠​ perhaps?”

“Don’t​​ toy with words⁠‍ and just give‍‍​ thanks! Thanks to‍‍ my change of‍ heart, your chances​ have increased as‍‌⁠ well!”

“Then‌‌ I’ll have to​ refuse again. No,⁠ thank you. Stay⁠​ locked up here⁠ just as you‍‍​ are.”

At⁠ Cedric’s mockery, Claude‌‌‌ clenched his teeth‍‍‌ until they creaked.‌‍

It​ had already been‍⁠ more than half‍⁠ a year since‌ he had been​ wearing shackles on‌ his arms and⁠⁠‌ legs, yet his​⁠ anger showed no​⁠ signs of fading.​‌‍

Some‌​⁠ might call it​​ an unbreakable will,‍‍‌ but in Cedric’s‌‍ eyes it was​ not determination.

‘It’s‌​⁠ arrogance. The arrogance​ of believing that‍​ no one can⁠​⁠ touch him.’

Even⁠ though the situation‌ was lost and‌​​ all hope extinguished,⁠ that gaze was⁠‍‌ still convinced that‍‍ he alone was‌⁠ the absolute owner​‍‌ of the throne.‌

Every‍‌ time Cedric saw⁠ it, an unbearable‌⁠‌ fatigue washed over⁠‌ him. Talking to‍‍ a wall would⁠​ have been less​​ frustrating than dealing⁠ with Claude.

Not‌​‌ noticing, or not​​ caring, what Cedric​‍‍ was thinking, Claude‌ repeated the same​⁠‌ refrain as always.‌

“Don’t⁠⁠ forget. I gave‌​ you chances again⁠ and again. When‌ they cut off⁠ your head and⁠⁠ hang it on​‌ the wall, you’ll‍‌‌ regret what you’re‍⁠ saying today.”

“Brother,​‍ I ask you‌⁠ sincerely. Where does‍ that confidence come‌‍‍ from? Everything is‍​⁠ already over. There‍ isn’t the slightest​‍ chance that you’ll‌‍‌ rise again.”

“Chance?‍ How ridiculous. I am the firstborn‍​⁠ of His Majesty​​ the former emperor​ and the legitimate‍⁠​ heir of the​ empire. From the‌ beginning there was​⁠ no other option.​⁠ What chances are‌⁠ you talking about?”⁠

Cedric⁠ pressed his fingers‍ against his forehead‌​ to calm the‌ sharp pain in​ his head.

He‍⁠​ wasn’t speaking out​‌⁠ of simple bluster;‍​ Claude truly believed​⁠⁠ every word he⁠ said.

“Then,​⁠ according to you,‍ if the current​‍ situation came to⁠ light, the vassals​⁠ would immediately overthrow‌ me and seat‍‍⁠ you on the‌‌‍ throne?”

“This⁠ is an empire‌ with a thousand⁠​ years of history.‌⁠ Even if some⁠ corrupt nobles support⁠‍​ you out of‍ ambition, do you‍⁠‌ think there won’t‌⁠ be a single​⁠⁠ vassal left who⁠ knows his duty?”⁠‌‌

“Wake‌⁠​ up already. Marquis⁠‍⁠ Bernhardt supports me‍ now as well.‍ Who exactly is‍ this vassal who​​ knows his duty‌‌ supposed to be?”⁠​

“W-what!?‌⁠ The marquis? For‌ what reason…?”

For⁠‍ the first time,⁠​ Claude’s certainty cracked,⁠‍⁠ and his eyes‌ flew wide open.‍⁠ He seemed unable​‍ to understand why​​ he had been‍⁠ abandoned.

“What⁠ kind of scheme‌ has this viper‌‍ pulled now?”

“A​‍‍ scheme? None. He‍​ simply got fed⁠‌ up with you.⁠​​ If you had‌ shown even a shred of consideration​‌‍ toward the marquis,‌ this wouldn’t have‍ happened.”

“Stop‍ beating around the‍⁠ bush and speak⁠​ plainly!”

“…You‍ can’t even understand​‌ something that simple.⁠‌‍ That’s why you‍​ have not the‌⁠⁠ slightest aptitude to⁠ sit on the⁠​​ throne.”

Had⁠​ the marquis really‌​​ supported Claude out⁠ of genuine loyalty?⁠

Of​‍‍ course not. He⁠‍‌ supported him because,⁠ compared to Cedric,‌ he was dumber⁠‌‌ and easier to⁠ control.

But⁠​⁠ after ignoring his​‍ warnings during the‍‍ suppression of the⁠ rebellion and nearly‍ causing everyone’s death,⁠ it was only‌‍ natural that he‌⁠‍ would reach his‌‍ limit.

‘If⁠​​ only he were‍‍ stupid but easy⁠ to manipulate—but he‍‌ can’t tell allies⁠⁠​ from enemies and‍ starts swinging his​⁠‍ sword like a madman. Even the‍ marquis finally gave‌‌ up.’

Cedric‌ decided not to⁠​‍ continue speaking. If​ he went on,‌‍ his irritation would‍ only grow, and‌⁠ besides, he hadn’t‍ come to trade‍ insults.

“Let’s​​⁠ leave that aside.⁠ Let’s talk about‍ the main issue.‍​‌ Do you intend⁠ to cooperate with‌‍ me?”

“Cooperate?‍⁠ What the hell‌⁠ are you talking​⁠​ about?”

“Duke‍‌‍ Lucian is asking⁠ about your condition,⁠⁠​ whether you’re alive‍⁠ or dead. He‌ says he’ll send⁠⁠ a messenger. I just need you‍‌⁠ to come out​‍​ and say a few words, to‍⁠ say that I’m‍​‍ treating you well.”⁠

“Ridiculous.‍ Do you think​ I’ll do something​​‍ like that?”

“If⁠⁠ you cooperate, I’ll‍‌‌ remove the shackles.​‌ I could even‌​‍ assign you some‌⁠‍ women to attend⁠ to you, if⁠⁠ you wish…”

Before‌ Cedric could finish⁠⁠⁠ the sentence, a “Puh!” sounded and⁠ a glob of⁠ spit flew through​ the air.

Cedric​‌‍ flinched, but barely‍​​ managed to dodge​ it. Hearing Claude‍‍‍ click his tongue⁠ in frustration, Cedric’s​​ face twisted in​​​ rage.

“…Very‍⁠⁠ well. If you‌​ like the shackles​⁠‍ so much, keep‍​​ them. I won’t‍ ask for your‌ cooperation again.”

“And‍ I won’t give⁠ you another chance‍⁠​ at redemption either.”‌

Bang!​‍‌

With‌ that raspy voice⁠​ scraping his nerves⁠ to the very⁠⁠ end, Cedric slammed‌ the door shut‌​ and walked away.‌

At‍‌⁠ the same time,‍‌ he swore over‌ and over in‌⁠⁠ his heart that‌​ one day he‍​‍ would stain that‍‌‌ face with fear‌⁠⁠ and tears.

***‌⁠​

Lucian‍‍⁠ did not hesitate‍ for even an​‌ instant when the‍⁠ agreed date arrived‌ and dispatched the⁠⁠⁠ envoy.

For⁠‍ such turbulent times,‌‌ he was accompanied‌‌ by only a handful of escort‌ soldiers, but the‌ risk of an‍ attack was practically‌ nonexistent.

The⁠‌​ entire empire was‌​⁠ watching every step‌ of the envoy’s‍ journey.

‘Is‌⁠⁠ he insane? The‍⁠ moment the envoy​‌ reaches the capital,‌‌ there will be‌​ no turning back.’⁠‌‍

‘And‌ why is the​‍⁠ second prince so⁠‌​ quiet? He should​​‌ at least come‍​ up with some​‍​ believable excuse!’

‘It​‍‍ looks like neither‍​ of them has‍‍​ anything to lose…‍ At this rate,​ a real war‌⁠‌ is going to‌‌​ break out.’

The⁠⁠ nobles whose territories​⁠​ lay between the​ imperial capital and‌‍‍ the north swallowed‍ hard.

These‌​ were no ordinary⁠⁠⁠ forces—it was none‌⁠⁠ other than the‌‌ imperial family and​‌⁠ the king of⁠‍‌ the north.

If⁠‌​ war broke out,‍​ they would be‌ the shrimp crushed‍​ between whales. In​ the worst case,‍ even the fate​ of their houses‍‍‍ could be decided.‍

However,⁠‍⁠ there was someone‍​‍ even more tense‍‍‌ than all those⁠ nobles combined.

“Fuuu…”‍‌

Fritz,‍ Lucian’s envoy, let​‌‍ out a deep‌‌ sigh as he⁠‌ rubbed his eyelids‍ over and over.⁠​

Each⁠​ time his fingers‌ passed, he felt‌ the cold sweat‍ that had pooled‍⁠⁠ between the wrinkles.​‌ Seeing him like‌‌‌ that, Marius, who‌ was traveling as⁠ an escort, opened⁠​ his mouth.

“Are‌​ you nervous?”

“…I’ve‍‌‍ made a pitiful​​ display. An envoy⁠⁠⁠ should never show‍‌ his emotions, no‌‌ matter what happens.”‍

“It​⁠​ can’t be helped.‌​⁠ You’re on your​ way to shatter⁠‍ an empire with​ a thousand years⁠⁠​ of history. If‌⁠ you understand that⁠​ weight, it’s natural​‍‍ to be tense.”‍​​

Fritz⁠ nodded silently.

Wagering​‌ his own life​‌ was nothing new​ to him, but‌ this time it⁠ wasn’t just his‍‌ head at stake.‍‌

A few words spoken​ in the imperial​⁠‌ palace would be‍‍‌ enough to bring‌ down the empire‍​‌ and plunge the‌​⁠ entire continent into​‍‍ war.

The​⁠‌ weight of changing‌‌⁠ an entire era‌ with his own⁠‌ tongue was too​‍​ much even for‌​ Fritz.

“Seen​⁠ that way, it’s‌​ almost ridiculous. I don’t even know‌ if I’ll be⁠‍ able to save​ my own life,⁠⁠⁠ and yet I’m⁠​ worried about the​ whole world.”

“Don’t⁠​⁠ worry about that.​ You’ll come out​ of there without‍‌‍ a single scratch.‌ That’s why my‌‍‍ disciples and I are going with‌‍‍ you.”

“Yes.⁠ It’s far too​​​ generous a deal‍ for this old⁠‍ man.”

To⁠ protect Fritz, Lucian​​ had mobilized none‌​⁠ other than Marius,‌​​ Colin, and Helen.​‍

Considering⁠ the nearly three‍‍​ hundred years of⁠⁠​ persecution against mages,‌⁠ they were extraordinary​ talents.

Losing​‍‍ even one of⁠​‌ them would have‌ been a tremendous‌​⁠ blow, yet Lucian‍‍⁠ did not show⁠⁠ the slightest hesitation.‍‍

— No matter what​ happens, bring Fritz⁠‍‌ back alive. If​​ you think you‍ can’t save him,‍‍​ die in his‍‍ place. That is‍‌‌ your first order.​‍

Recalling​‍​ Lucian giving that​​⁠ order, Fritz’s chest​ trembled once more.⁠

Perhaps‍‌​ it was also‍⁠‌ a way of‍‌ imposing discipline on‍ Marius, but Fritz​​ knew those words‍⁠ were sincere.

“I’ve‌ received treatment that⁠​ far exceeds my‍ own abilities. Even⁠​ if it costs‍​ me my life,‍⁠ I must live‍‌ up to the‍ duke’s expectations. Even‍‍ feeling nervous is⁠ a luxury for‍‍‌ me.”

“It’s⁠ the same for​​ me. If I fail to save​‌​ you, I won’t‌ have any chance‍ left. Just as‌ His Excellency said,‍‌‍ even if I have to die‌⁠‌ in your place,​‌ I’ll save you.”‍

“Hearing⁠ that is truly‍ reassuring.”

Fritz⁠‍⁠ replied with a smile, though a strange doubt arose⁠​ within him.

What‍‍ had this mage​‌ done to earn​​‌ Lucian’s anger?

He‍​ had enough ability⁠⁠​ that minor flaws‌ could be overlooked.‌

Fritz‌‍​ could not imagine‍‌ the reason, but⁠⁠ one thing was‌​ clear—if Marius could‌‍‍ not save him,​‍ no one else‍ could.

***⁠‌

Fritz’s‍​ group left the​ north and soon‍⁠‍ entered the imperial⁠ sphere of influence.⁠​

The‍‌​ moment that happened,​ the imperial family​‍​ immediately sent an⁠‍⁠ order of knights​​‌ to escort them​ to Tibron.

Officially,​​‌ it was to⁠‍ protect the imperial‌⁠ guests and demonstrate⁠ that there was‍⁠‍ no ill will⁠‍ toward Lucian; in⁠‍‍ practice, it was⁠ surveillance.

‘Are⁠‌ they trying to‌‍ prevent forces dissatisfied​‌‌ with the second⁠⁠⁠ prince from making​‌ contact with us?’‌⁠​

Fritz⁠ understood the second‍​​ prince’s concerns, but‍‍⁠ he could not‍ help feeling a certain pity.

They​‍‍ were looking in​‌‍ the wrong direction⁠ when the real‌ problem lay elsewhere.‌⁠​

In⁠‍ any case, Fritz‍ had no intention‌ of contacting anyone‌​‌ else either, so‍‍ he accepted the⁠‌ escort without objection.​

Arriving‍​ safely in Tibron,‍ the group immediately‌⁠⁠ met with the⁠‌​ second prince, Cedric.⁠

Seated‍⁠ in the regent’s​‍ chair beneath the⁠‍‌ throne, Cedric received⁠ Fritz with a smile, as if‌⁠‌ he had already‌‍ forgotten that he⁠⁠ had sent an⁠‌ imperial inspector to​⁠‌ prison.

“Welcome⁠‍ to Tibron, the‍ jewel of the‌⁠ empire, envoy. It⁠‍‍ must have been‌‌‌ a long and‍ exhausting journey.”

“I​⁠ appreciate the hospitality‌‌ of the second‍‌‌ prince. I am​​ Fritz, envoy of​ Asagrim.”

“If‌ you are the⁠‍⁠ duke’s envoy, I assume you bring⁠ good news. There‍ is no one‌ in the empire‍ who is unaware​‌​ of his loyalty.”​‍‍

At​‌ Cedric’s words, heavy‍‍‌ with irony, Fritz‌‌ merely inclined his‌ head calmly. At⁠ his age, he‌ was not about​‌‍ to be unsettled​‍⁠ by such a mild jab.

“If⁠‍ that is what‌‌‌ you expected, I fear you will‍⁠ be disappointed. What‌ I bring are‍‍ His Excellency the⁠⁠ duke’s doubts.”

“Doubts?​ The duke has‍​‍ doubts about the⁠‌‌ imperial family?”

“We‍​ have not been​​ able to see‍ the first prince,‌⁠ the legitimate heir‍‍ to the throne,‌‌ for quite some‍​ time. As a vassal, how could⁠​ he not wonder⁠​ about his lord’s​⁠ whereabouts?”

“It’s‌ nothing serious. My‍⁠⁠ brother simply fell‌‍​ ill. The blow‍ of our father’s⁠⁠ death was too​‍ great.”

“To‌​ the point that​ he cannot even⁠ show his face?”​

“That‍ is correct. If⁠​ he does not​​‍ observe absolute rest,‌‍ his condition could‌​ become irreversible.”

Using​​​ a serious illness‌⁠ as an excuse⁠ to prevent a meeting.

It​‌‌ was a classic⁠⁠ method, but an​‍ effective one.

Forcing⁠​ a visit to⁠‍ someone who required‍ absolute rest would‍​ be an unforgivable‌‌‌ discourtesy.

Normally,‍​ anyone would have‍‍⁠ withdrawn, even while⁠ understanding the other’s​​‍ intention.

But‌⁠⁠ Fritz had a weapon capable of‍‌⁠ shattering any such​‌ intention.

After‍​‌ letting out a deep sigh, Fritz‍‌‌ took that weapon‌‍⁠ from his clothes​ and displayed it.‍⁠

“If‌‍ it is a serious illness, there‍ is nothing to‍‌​ be done. In‌ that case, I ask that you‌‍ deliver this to​‍ the first prince.”⁠⁠‌

“And​⁠‌ what is that?”​

“A⁠ magical artifact that⁠​ the former emperor​‌ gifted to the​ duke. It allows‍ two-way communication, but​ only the emperor‌ could initiate the​ connection.”

“Then⁠‌⁠ the duke understands​‍ that it is‍ no longer of‍‌‌ any use to⁠‍ him and has‍ decided to return⁠‍​ it to the⁠‌ imperial family.”

“That⁠‍ is correct. It‌​⁠ now belongs to​ the first prince,‍ who will soon‌​⁠ ascend the throne.”​‍⁠

Cedric‍ frowned slightly and‍​ gestured to the​ servant at his​‌ side.

The‌​ servant stepped forward,‌ carefully took the‌⁠ red stone from​ Fritz’s hands, and‍​‌ handed it to​​‍ Cedric.

Cedric⁠​ turned it between‍⁠​ his fingers with‌ an interested expression⁠‌ and clicked his‌‍​ tongue.

“I‍‍‌ have no idea‍ how to use​ it. What a real shame. If‍​ the former emperor​ had properly explained‍ how it works,​‍ it would have‍‍​ been very useful.”‌

Fritz’s​ eyes flew wide​⁠ open. Cedric was‍ merely trying to⁠ justify in advance‍ why he could‍‌⁠ not use the‌⁠ artifact, in order⁠⁠‍ to avoid later‌‍⁠ questions.

However,​ that political calculation‌ now turned into⁠ a knife aimed​​ straight at him.​‌​

Seizing‍⁠ the perfect moment,‍‍​ Fritz carried out​ Lucian’s order.

“How‌‌ strange. Aren’t imperial‍ magical artifacts supposed‍‌ to be usable‍⁠ even by a baby, as long‌⁠⁠ as they are⁠ of direct imperial​‍ blood? If someone‍ inherited the former⁠ emperor’s blood, the​‌ artifact should react‍ immediately.”

“…What?”​‍

“Then⁠⁠ why does Your⁠​​ Highness request instructions‌⁠‍ on how to‌ use it? And‌ even though you‍ have touched it‌⁠ yourself, why does‌ the artifact show⁠‍ no reaction at‌‌ all?”

Cedric​​‌ blinked in shock,​‌‍ as if he⁠​ could not comprehend‌​‍ what he was​‌⁠ hearing.

He‌⁠ seemed incapable of‍⁠ connecting Fritz’s doubts​ to the possibility⁠ of his own⁠ lineage, something he⁠‌ had never questioned⁠⁠‍ even in his⁠​‌ dreams.

Staring⁠‌ straight at him,⁠⁠‍ Fritz spoke the⁠‌⁠ phrase that could⁠ bring down the‍​ entire empire.

“Second⁠‍‌ prince… are you‌​ certain that you‍⁠⁠ truly inherit the⁠‌‌ blood of the⁠⁠​ former emperor?”

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