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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 156

Chapter 156

The​ nobles of the‌ court, lined up​⁠ on both sides,​​⁠ felt as though⁠​ their hearts had⁠ stopped.

He⁠⁠​ was casting doubt⁠⁠‍ on nothing less​‍⁠ than the bloodline⁠‍ of the imperial‍​‌ family—and on that‌ of the second​ prince at that,‍ who in practice‌‌‍ was no different​‌ from the next‌‍‍ emperor of the‌‌ empire.

This⁠ was no longer‌‍‍ merely “suspected treason,”‌‍ but treason in‌‍ its purest form,‌‌‌ with no possible‌​‌ escape.

“…Are⁠​ you aware of⁠ what you are‍​⁠ saying right now?”‌

Cedric‍ looked at Fritz⁠​‌ with an indifferent‍‌​ expression, as if⁠‍​ the doubt were‍‌⁠ so absurd that‍​ it was not‍‌‌ even worth taking​ seriously.

However,‌ Fritz continued pressing‌​‌ him with the‍⁠​ “truth.”

“Direct⁠​⁠ relatives of the​‍⁠ imperial family can​‍ use the magical‍‌ artifacts employed by‍⁠⁠ the former emperor.‍ No—rather, it would‌​ be more accurate​⁠⁠ to say that‌​ all imperial magical‍ artifacts exist precisely‌ for blood relatives⁠​ in the direct​⁠ line.”

“Be⁠​‍ quiet.”

“Therefore,​‌ the second prince​ should also be⁠ able to use⁠‍ them. You must‌ prove it right​ here. Otherwise…”

“Will‍‌ you not shut‌⁠ up already?! How​‌ dare you?!”

Unable‌​‍ to endure the​‍‌ constant barrage of‌ truths, Cedric exploded‌​‍ into a shout.​​

His​⁠‌ reddened face overflowed‌ with murderous intent,‍ as though he‌ might cut Fritz‌ down on the‍ spot. Yet Fritz⁠⁠ did not even⁠⁠​ blink and asked‍​‌ calmly,

“Do​‌⁠ you intend to⁠‌​ kill me here?”​‌‌

“Do⁠‌ you think I am incapable of‍⁠ killing a mere‍‍⁠ envoy?”

“No.‍‍​ I only meant​‍‌ that even if‍‍ you kill me,⁠ nothing will change.”​​

“…”⁠⁠​

“I‍‍‍ have already said‌​ everything I needed‍ to say. Now‌ it is Your‍​​ Highness the second⁠​ prince’s turn to‍​⁠ give an explanation.”‌

“An​⁠ explanation?”

What​⁠‍ on earth was​‍ he supposed to⁠‍⁠ explain, and why?​​​ That was what‍​‍ Cedric wanted to‍​​ shout, but he⁠ could not. The‌ nobles of the⁠‍‌ court were already‍ watching him with‍​‌ confused expressions.

Suppressing‍ a fury on‌‍ the verge of‍⁠⁠ eruption, Cedric began‍⁠‌ to think rapidly.⁠‌

Whether‍​ what the other‍‍ man said was‌⁠‌ true or not,⁠ refusing to give‍‍ an explanation would​‍ only deepen the⁠ suspicions.

He⁠ had to invent,‍‍ by any means‍⁠‌ necessary, a convincing‌​​ justification for why‍ he could not​​‍ use the magical⁠ artifacts.

“I⁠‍ do not know‌‌ what misunderstanding you‌​ have, but everything⁠‌ you say is‌‍ false. That only‌ direct relatives of‍​ the imperial family​‍‍ can use magical​ artifacts—where did you⁠​‌ get such nonsense?”‍

“It‍ sounds as though​ you are saying‌⁠ that I am‍​⁠ mistaken.”

“Imperial​⁠ magical artifacts can⁠ be used by‌​ anyone who receives‍​‍ the authority of‍⁠​ the previous owner.‍​ One need only‌ look at the​​ armor and weapons⁠⁠ of the Order‍​ of the Red‍ Wings.”

It​ was not a lie. The Order‍‌ of the Red‍ Wings, the emperor’s​‌​ personal guard and⁠​ considered the strongest​ in the empire,‍⁠‍ used equipment composed‍ exclusively of magical​⁠ artifacts.

With‍⁠ the emperor’s permission,⁠⁠‍ they could draw⁠ out their power,​‍ as had been⁠ demonstrated during the‌​ suppression of the‍​‌ Krephelt rebellion.

“As⁠‌‍ planned, I too⁠‍​ was supposed to⁠ receive from the‍‌ former emperor the​‍⁠ authority to use​​‍ the artifacts, but⁠ there was no​⁠⁠ time. No one‍‌​ expected him to‍‌‍ depart so suddenly​⁠ to the side⁠‌‌ of the Eight‌⁠‍ Gods.”

“Then‍​ are you saying‌‍ that you did​‌​ not receive that‌ authority from the‍‌​ former emperor?”

“That‍ is correct. I do not know​‍⁠ how it was⁠‌‍ with my brother,‌‌ but even if‌‍‍ he could use‌​‌ them, would that⁠ be strange? To⁠⁠ be honest, the​ former emperor favored​‌ him a little…​ no, quite a lot.”

In⁠ other words, with‍‍‍ the intention of​​​ handing the throne​‌⁠ to the first⁠⁠‌ prince, he might‌​ have transferred all⁠‌ the rights to​⁠ him in advance.⁠⁠

But⁠‌ whatever the former⁠ emperor’s will may​ have been, the⁠​⁠ one who held‌ power now was​ Cedric. Bringing up‌ the past would‍‍ change nothing.

“By‍ the way, the‍‍ more I think​‌ about it, the​​​ stranger it seems.‍‌ The duke saw‌ with his own‍‍ eyes Sir Glenn​⁠ using a magical‍ artifact, did he‍ not? Then why​ are you spouting​ such nonsense? Do⁠‌ you intend to⁠ spread lies by‌ taking advantage of‌​‍ the many who‍⁠​ are ignorant of⁠‌‌ magic?”

Cedric⁠​‍ smiled coldly as‌ he mentioned Glenn,‌ who had been‌​‌ dispatched by order‌‌⁠ of the former‍​ emperor.

If⁠‌ only direct relatives⁠⁠⁠ could use the​‍ artifacts, then it‍​‍ would be impossible​⁠ to explain how‌‌ Glenn had used‌ them.

Despite‍⁠ Cedric’s rebuttal, Fritz​⁠ shook his head‍⁠‍ with complete composure.⁠​‍

“With‌​ all due respect,‌‍‍ Your Highness the⁠ second prince, the‍‍ one speaking nonsense⁠ right now is‌​‍ you.”

“What‍ did you say?”​‍​

“Direct​ relatives are the‌ owners of the​‌ house who possess‌ the key. Everyone‍‍ else is merely​​‍ someone to whom​‍⁠ the owner lends⁠​​ the key. It‍⁠ makes no sense‌​​ for someone who‌ should be the⁠​ owner to say‍ that he never⁠ received the key.”‍‍⁠

“So‌⁠ even if I had not received⁠⁠⁠ the rights from⁠‌ the former emperor,‍ I should still‌ be able to‍ use it? Are‌⁠ you now going‌​‍ to invent things‌ to threaten me?‍‌‌ Ridiculous. To dare​‌​ debate the rights‍‍⁠ of magical artifacts​ before the imperial​‌ family…”

As⁠‌‌ the two of‍⁠⁠ them clashed fiercely⁠ without either yielding​ an inch, the⁠ nobles of the⁠ court looked at​​‍ one another, at​ a loss.

They‌‌‌ did not know​‌ enough about magic‌ to determine who‌ was telling the‍ truth.

At‍ that moment, Marius,⁠⁠‌ who had been‌‌‍ disguised as an⁠⁠ attendant alongside Fritz,‌ stood up.

“If‍ you doubt it‍‌ so much, why‍​ not ask Duke​‌ Blasker, head of⁠‌‌ the Flame School?‌​‌ There is no‍ greater expert than‍⁠ him within the​​⁠ imperial family, is‌‍ there?”

“And​‍‍ who are you?”⁠‍‌

“I‌⁠ am Marius, chief‍ mage of Asagrim.”‍‌‍

Cedric’s‌​​ face twisted with‌‍ irritation. To think​​ that even the‍​‍ authority granted by‌ the former emperor‍ was being exploited‍​ just to spew​ such nonsense.

Letting‍‍ out a deep‌⁠​ sigh, Cedric looked​ toward Blasker.

“Duke‍⁠ Blasker. It seems⁠‍​ this old man‌⁠ wishes to hear‍‍ your opinion, so‍⁠​ please explain—”

The⁠‍ instant he saw⁠​‌ Blasker, Cedric froze.​⁠

While​⁠ the other nobles⁠​ hesitated, Blasker alone​⁠‍ was pale as​​‍ a ghost, visibly‌ trembling.

Marius⁠‌⁠ smiled at the​ sight and asked⁠‌​ calmly,

“Duke‌ Blasker, could you‍⁠‍ explain to us⁠‍ the operating principle⁠⁠‍ of the imperial‌​‌ magical artifacts?”

***‍​‍

Blasker‍‍ Linveil, the highest⁠⁠ authority among the​⁠‍ court mages, shut​​ his eyes tightly.‍

For⁠ the first time‌ in his life,⁠​ the knowledge he‌‌⁠ had always been‍ so proud of⁠‌​ felt utterly detestable.‌​

Precisely‍‌‍ because he knew‍ more than anyone⁠⁠⁠ else, he could‌ not turn his‌⁠⁠ gaze away from‌ the truth.

“Say⁠ it in your​‌ own words. What⁠⁠​ exactly does it​‍⁠ mean that His‍‍‌ Highness the second​‌ prince cannot activate‌​ the imperial magical‌⁠​ artifacts?”

“……”‍

“Is​ it true that‍ they only function‌‍ with the permission‌‌​ of the former‌​​ emperor? Does that‍‍ mean that if‍‌ an emperor dies‍ suddenly without granting‌​⁠ that permission, no⁠ one would ever‍ be able to‍‌‍ use the magical⁠‌‍ artifacts again?”

Blasker​‌‌ could not answer.​

Among⁠ the countless ancient⁠‍​ artifacts, there existed‌‌ no house that‌ defined ownership of⁠‌ magical artifacts in‍⁠​ such an absurd‌​ manner.

That⁠‌ the transfer of‍​‌ ownership would obligatorily‌‍⁠ depend on the‍‌ permission of the⁠​‌ owner meant that,‌‍‌ if that owner⁠ died prematurely, the‌‌‌ artifact would end⁠ up as nothing​ more than a relic, regardless of​‌‍ whether there were⁠​ heirs.

By⁠​ contrast, identifying the​‌⁠ owner through blood‌⁠⁠ was such a common method that,‍‍ in ancient times,‍⁠⁠ there was practically⁠‍‍ no lineage that⁠ did not use​⁠​ it.

‘If‍​ only I were‍ the only one⁠ who knew this.’​

If⁠​ he could lie⁠‍⁠ to avoid chaos,‍ if he could‌⁠⁠ deceive everyone with⁠‌ a single falsehood,‌ how much easier⁠​ everything would be.‍⁠

But​‍‌ knowledge about the​‍​ transfer of ownership⁠​‌ of magical artifacts⁠​ was a basic‌‌ principle even among⁠‍‌ mages.

Lying​‍ here would be​‌ pointless; the other​ court mages would⁠⁠ discover it immediately.‍⁠

“……It⁠⁠​ is not impossible.”‍‌

In‍‍​ the end, an⁠ ambiguous statement came‌ out of Blasker’s​‌⁠ mouth.

It‍​‍ was not something⁠ common, but neither‌⁠​ was it completely⁠⁠‌ impossible.

However,‍ that ambiguity was⁠​⁠ a fatal blow‌ to Cedric. Anyone‍ could tell that⁠​ he was trying‌​ to cover up‌‍ something that, clearly,​⁠⁠ had no real‍‍ possibility.

Marius‌ raised the corner‍‍⁠ of his lips​ in a mocking⁠‍⁠ smirk.

“Of‍⁠‌ course, it’s not​ impossible. I’ve never⁠ seen a magical​​ artifact with such⁠⁠ conditions, but it‍ seems you have.”‌‌‌

“……”⁠​

Blasker‍​ fell silent once​​ more. Lying again⁠​⁠ would only make⁠⁠ him be exposed⁠​⁠ even faster.

Seeing​⁠ Blasker unable to⁠ refute anything, the‌ nobles of the‍⁠‍ court were left​‍‍ horrified.

In​ practice, it was‍ equivalent to acknowledging⁠​‍ the doubt that‌​ Fritz had raised‌‍‌ from the very‍‌⁠ beginning.

Amid​‍ the general commotion,​ Cedric’s voice suddenly‍​‌ exploded.

“Seize‍⁠⁠ them!”

“Huh?”​⁠⁠

“Catch‍ them! Capture those‌ people right now!”⁠‍

Cedric’s​ furious shout echoed⁠ through the hall.‍‍‍

It⁠​ did not matter​ whether they had​ fabricated lies or​ revealed an imperial​‌‌ secret; in either‍ case, they had‍‍ touched the very‌‍ foundations of the​ imperial family, something⁠ unforgivable.

He‌⁠​ planned to capture‌‍ them immediately and‍⁠ torture them until‍​⁠ they begged to⁠​‍ die.

Just⁠‌⁠ as the knights‌ began to move‌ to seize Fritz’s‌‌ group—

“We‍ are grateful for⁠‌‍ the hospitality of⁠​ His Highness the‍‍⁠ second prince, but‍​‌ it is time⁠​⁠ for us to‌​⁠ take our leave.”⁠

Fwaaaash!⁠

“W-What?!”‍​

“It’s‌⁠ a barrier!”

With‌​ a bluish flash,‍‌ a magical barrier​‌⁠ appeared, forcing the‍ knights to recoil⁠‌ in alarm. Realizing‌⁠‍ it was a barrier, Cedric shouted​​ toward Blasker.

“Duke‌​‌ Blasker, deactivate the‍ barrier!”

“I-I‌ can’t!”

“What⁠‌ nonsense are you‍⁠​ saying?! You are​ a mage as⁠ well!”

“The‌ opponent’s capability far​ surpasses mine. Not⁠⁠ only is it⁠​ impossible to deactivate⁠‍ it, I cannot‍⁠⁠ even destroy it.”‌⁠‌

As​​​ he spoke, Blasker‌‍ lowered his head‍ in shame.

He⁠ had always considered‌‍‍ himself one of‍​⁠ the five greatest‌⁠‌ mages of his​‌ time, yet he‌ had never imagined​ someone could exist‍​​ at such an⁠ elevated level.

All​​ the confidence he​‌ had accumulated over⁠‍​ the years collapsed⁠ at once.

As‍⁠ Blasker sank into‍​ humiliation, an irritatingly​ calm voice reached‍‍​ Cedric’s ears.

“Then‌⁠ we shall take‍ our leave. We⁠​​ leave the rest‌​‌ to His Highness‌‌‌ the second prince.”‌‌‍

“You⁠ damned sons of—!”‌‍‍

Flash!‍

Before​​​ Cedric could finish⁠‍ cursing, a blinding⁠‍⁠ light erupted. The‌ glare was so‍‍‌ intense that everyone⁠​ instinctively turned their​​​ faces away.

When‍ the light faded​‌​ enough for them⁠ to open their‌​ eyes again, Fritz’s⁠‌ group had already‌ vanished.

In‌‍‍ the silence that‍ followed, the nobles⁠⁠‌ of the court‌ glanced sidelong at​⁠‌ Cedric.

Just​ as they expected,​ Cedric’s eyes, brimming​ with palpable murderous‌ intent, were fixed‍ on them.

“What‌ happened today must⁠​​ never leave your‍​⁠ mouths.”

“……”⁠‍‍

“No‍ response. Is there‌‍‌ perhaps a family⁠‍ member you wish‍⁠ to tell?”

“N-no!”​‌‌

“We‌ swear by the​‌ Eight Gods, we⁠‌‌ will not say‌‍‌ anything!”

As‌‍ the nobles hurried⁠⁠‌ to swear their⁠‍​ oaths, Cedric closed‌ his eyes.

No‌‌ matter how much​ they promised, sooner⁠‍ or later someone​⁠ would spread it.‍⁠‌ That was why,‌‍ before that happened,⁠​ there was something⁠⁠‌ he needed to⁠⁠ confirm with absolute‍ certainty.

“Duke⁠‍​ Blasker, come here⁠‌ for a moment.”‍

***⁠‍⁠

Just⁠‍ as Cedric had‌⁠‍ anticipated, it did⁠‍ not take long‍⁠ before rumors began​ to circulate.

The‍‌ nobles of the‌​‌ court tried to‍​‌ restrain themselves, but‍​ too many ears‍​ had heard it.‍⁠ No matter how‌ strict the censorship,‌‍​ information always ended‌ up leaking out.​

Moreover,‍‌ the meeting with‌⁠ Fritz’s group was‌ a matter the‍​⁠ entire empire was⁠ watching closely.

There‌ had been a meeting, but the‌⁠​ outcome was unknown,​‍​ so investigations began⁠⁠​ everywhere.

The‍⁠‍ partial truth was‍ soon uncovered, and​ one of the⁠‌‍ first to learn​‍⁠ of it was‌‍ Marquis Bernhardt.

“The‍‍ duke’s envoy said​‌ that the second⁠⁠‍ prince’s blood is‍‍ suspicious? Is that‍‌‌ true?”

“Yes.⁠ And it seems⁠⁠⁠ it is not​ an unfounded accusation.”‌⁠

“What?​​ Then is the​​ second prince not‌‌ truly the son⁠‍​ of the former‍ emperor?”

“It⁠ is not certain,⁠​ but the excessively⁠⁠ strict silence and​‌ the complete lack‍⁠‍ of explanation make‌ it highly suspicious.​ If it were‍‍⁠ something easy to‍ refute, they would​ have actively denied⁠ it and used‌ it to their⁠ advantage, don’t you​​⁠ think?”

“Oh…!”‌⁠⁠

Upon‌ hearing the spy’s‌ report, Marquis Bernhardt‌​ trembled with joy.​

He⁠⁠‍ had never wanted‌​ to support the⁠​ second prince, knowing‍ that once he‍⁠ ascended the throne,‍⁠​ the first thing​‍​ he would do​ would be to‌‌‌ keep him under​‌‍ surveillance.

But​​ the first prince‌‌⁠ was such a disaster that he⁠‌​ had had no⁠ other choice.

And‌‌ now it turned​ out that the‌ second prince’s bloodline⁠​‍ was in doubt.‍

Faced‌‌‍ with such unexpected‌ fortune, the marquis’s‍ mind began spinning⁠‍ at full speed.‌‍⁠

‘If‌⁠ this information is⁠‌‍ true, the second​ prince will not‌​⁠ be able to⁠ ascend the throne.‍‍ And the first⁠⁠ prince, who has​‌‍ already lost all​ support, has no⁠⁠ chance of returning⁠⁠ either.’

The‍​⁠ throne would remain⁠‍ vacant for a time, followed by‍‌ great chaos brought​‌⁠ about by the​‌ second prince’s desperation.‌‌⁠

Amid⁠ that disorder, if‌ Marquis Bernhardt were​‌​ to present a prince from a convenient secondary branch​​ and establish himself​ as an independent‌⁠‍ third force, who⁠‌‌ could stop him?⁠⁠​

If‌‍ he succeeded, he‌​⁠ would rule as​‌ absolute regent, with‌ a puppet emperor⁠‌ at the front.​⁠‍

With‌ a bit of​ luck, in two‍ or three generations,‌ the imperial family‍​‍ of the empire⁠ would cease to‍‍ be Astria and⁠⁠ would become Roglan.⁠‌

Faced‍‍ with such a thrilling future, the​⁠​ marquis smiled deeply.‌‌‌

“The‌⁠​ Eight Gods are‍‌ on my side.”‍

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