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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 157

Chapter 157

Bernhardt‍⁠ immediately sought out⁠ a mage.

No‌ matter how plausible⁠⁠‍ the story sounded,‌‍‍ he could not⁠‌​ act based solely​‌ on rumors.

He‌ needed at least‌‌‌ a minimal degree⁠ of certainty, obtained‍‍‍ through verification by​ an expert.

Fortunately,‌⁠⁠ it did not⁠‍​ take long to‌​ find one.

He⁠⁠ concentrated the entire‍⁠ intelligence network of‍ House Roglan on⁠ the search for‌⁠ a mage, and⁠​‌ the results came⁠⁠⁠ quickly.

“Why‌‍‌ the hell has⁠ the marquis summoned​ this old mage,​​​ Your Excellency?”

The‌ captured mage looked⁠ at the marquis‍⁠‍ with a calm​​​ expression. It was⁠ not so much⁠‌ bravery as an‌‌‌ attitude of resignation,‌​ as if he⁠ had already lost‌‍​ all hope.

Seeing⁠‍⁠ him like that,⁠‌‍ the marquis let⁠‍‌ out a brief⁠‌ laugh and leaned⁠​‌ back in his‍ seat.

“You​‍​ give up far⁠‍ too quickly. You‌⁠ do not even​‍ know why I had you brought‌​ here.”

“I​⁠ do not know​​⁠ what the marquis⁠​​ desires, but in‌⁠ any case, once​ everything is over,‍⁠⁠ you will dispose​⁠ of me as​‍​ well, will you​‍‍ not?”

“Who‍ knows. Perhaps I will decide to‍​ keep you by‍⁠ my side and​​ make use of‍‍‍ you for quite‌⁠‍ some time.”

Despite⁠ the marquis’s words,‍ the old mage​​​ pressed his lips‌​‌ together and remained⁠⁠⁠ silent, as if​‌‍ he had decided‌​⁠ not to respond‍‌ at all, convinced⁠ that they were‌​ merely mocking him.‍‌‍

The​‌‍ marquis clicked his⁠​ tongue and went‍​​ straight to the‍​​ point.

“Do‌‍ not worry. I did not have‍​ you brought here‌⁠‍ to kill you.‌‌‍ I simply need⁠ advice on magic,‍⁠​ and there was‌​ no one suitable.”⁠⁠‌

“Advice…?”‍‍‍

“How‌‍ much do you​ know about magical‍⁠ artifacts?”

“…I⁠‌ am sorry, but⁠⁠​ the school to‍‌‌ which I belong⁠ has no connection‍‌ whatsoever to the‌ creation of magical⁠ artifacts. If it⁠​⁠ is basic knowledge,‌‌ other mages also⁠‌ know it.”

“Then‌‌ do you know​‍ anything about the‍‍‌ transfer of ownership‍​ of magical artifacts?”​‍

Marquis‍⁠​ Bernhardt repeated exactly⁠‍ what he had‍‌ heard from his‍‍ spies.

The​⁠‍ difference between ownership⁠​ transfer by lineage‍ and transfer through‍​ the permission of‌⁠⁠ the previous owner.‌

What​ differences there were‌‌​ between the two,⁠​ and which method‌​ was more common.​

Fortunately,‌ the mage answered‌‍‍ without much difficulty.‌

“Of​ course, the former.‍​‌ Transfer by lineage‍‍ is so common‌ that it is‍‍‍ not even worth‍‍ mentioning. As for⁠‍ the latter, I have never heard‌ of it.”

“Then​‌​ is it outright​‍ impossible?”

“It⁠‍‍ is not impossible,‌ but it makes⁠ no sense. The​‍​ moment the owner‍‍ of a magical​‍ artifact dies suddenly,​‌ even if they​ have descendants, it​​‌ becomes impossible to​ inherit it. Who‌ would be willing⁠‍‍ to take such⁠⁠ a risk?”

It​ was like establishing⁠ that, if a father died without‍‌ leaving a will,​‌ not even his​⁠‌ children could inherit​​‍ a single coin.⁠​

Considering⁠​ that anyone could​ die suddenly, the‍ risk was absurd.⁠

A single mistake could‍‍ turn the legacy​ accumulated by countless‌ ancestors into trash.⁠

“Then‌​⁠ is it impossible⁠​‍ to prevent the‍​ transfer of ownership‌​⁠ by lineage? For​⁠ example, to stop‍ it from passing‌‍ from father to⁠‌ son.”

“It​⁠‌ is impossible. To​ change the ownership‌‍​ configuration, one would⁠‌ have to completely‌⁠ reconstruct the magic‌​ embedded in the‌​‍ artifact, and only‍ its creator could​ do that.”

“In⁠‌‌ practice, that means​⁠ that if someone‍ is of direct⁠‌‍ lineage, they should​‍‍ be able to​ use their ancestors’‌‌‌ magical artifacts, correct?”⁠​

“Except‌‌‌ in ancient times,​‌‍ when magic was‍‍ far more developed,​​ in any house‍ that has inherited⁠ magical artifacts in⁠ the present day,​‌​ that is the‍⁠ case. Unless it‌⁠ is a bastard​​‍ born of infidelity.”‌

“Hahaha!”⁠

The​ marquis could not​⁠ hold back his​‍ laughter.

Not‌​ only did he‌‌⁠ like the mage’s​⁠​ explanation, but above⁠​​ all, it was‌‍⁠ basic knowledge.

No‍‍ matter how many⁠ years the imperial‍ palace had carried⁠‌ out witch hunts,‌‌‍ there were still​⁠​ surviving mages.

If⁠​⁠ what had happened‍ in the palace‍ leaked outside, other‌‍ lords would certainly⁠⁠ seek magical advice‌ just like he‍ had.

And‌⁠ if all mages​⁠‌ gave exactly the‍​ same testimony, who‌​⁠ would still support​‍‍ the second prince?​​

“Very‌ good, very good.‌⁠ Mage, could you​‍‍ summarize in a few lines the‌​⁠ theory you just⁠​ explained?”

“It​⁠​ would not be‍‍ difficult, but…”

“If‌⁠​ the quality of⁠‍​ the document is‍​ acceptable, I will⁠‌​ hire you.”

“Eh?”‍‍

The​ mage could not‍​​ believe what he​‍ had just heard.​⁠⁠

He​‌ was an unauthorized‍ mage, someone whose‍ very existence was‍‌‍ considered a crime.‍

At‌⁠ that moment, the‍​​ only way to​‍ survive was to⁠ be hired by​​​ Duke Lucian of​⁠ the north and​‌ obtain a “permit.”​​‍ And now they​‍⁠ were talking about⁠ hiring him?

“The‍⁠ will of the⁠ imperial palace and​⁠‍ the will of‍‌ House Roglan do​ not always coincide.”​​​

“…!”⁠‍⁠

At‌ that unexpected response,​​‍ the mage’s eyes​‌‌ opened wide.

Did‌‍ that mean the‌‍‌ marquis was willing​ to openly oppose‌​ the imperial order‍​ to hunt unauthorized‍‌⁠ mages?

As‍​⁠ if confirming his‍​ thoughts, Marquis Bernhardt⁠‌ curved his lips‌‍‍ into a smile‍ and said.

“If,‍​ by abusing unjust​‍ laws, the imperial⁠‌‌ palace makes the​⁠​ pillars of the​⁠⁠ empire waver, then‍‍ even if it⁠ goes against their⁠ will, is it​ not the duty​ of a vassal‍​ to raise those‌ pillars first?”

***‍⁠​

As‌ time passed, the​ contents of the‌​​ conversation that the‌⁠ second prince and‍​ the envoy had‌​‍ held began to‍⁠​ spread to more⁠​ and more people.‍‌‍

Of‌⁠ course, at first‍ almost no one‍​ took seriously the⁠ idea of doubting⁠​ the lineage of‌​‍ the second prince.​​

After​​‍ all, the evidence‌⁠ was far too​⁠​ scarce to blindly‍​ believe a magical​⁠ theory that most⁠⁠⁠ people did not‍ even understand.

For‌​ many, it was⁠ nothing more than‍‌ Lucian taking his⁠‌‌ political offensive too⁠ far.

However,​​⁠ the situation changed​ when the theory⁠‍​ about the transfer‍⁠ of ownership of‍‍‌ magical artifacts began‌ to circulate.

“If‌ this theory is​​‍ true, shouldn’t the​ second prince be⁠⁠ able to use‍​‍ the magical artifacts?”‌‍

“Exactly.‍ They say that⁠ even if it‌‌‍ were the previous​⁠⁠ emperor himself, if​‌⁠ the second prince‍‍​ were truly his‌‍ son, there would‍ be no way​⁠⁠ to prevent him‍⁠​ from using them.”⁠​

“Could⁠​ it be a false rumor spread‌​‍ by mages? They‍​‍ might be trying‍‌ to deliberately provoke​‍​ chaos out of‌⁠ resentment toward the‌​ imperial family.”

“If‍​ that were the​ case, it wouldn’t⁠ explain why people‌‌​ who don’t even‍ know each other‍ are saying exactly‍​⁠ the same thing,‌ as if they​​‍ had coordinated beforehand.”‌​‌

No‌​‍ matter how much⁠​ someone tries to‌‍ coordinate stories, without‍⁠ prior consultation differences​‌ in the details‌ always arise. But‍ here the opposite​​⁠ was happening: people‍​ who had never‌ met were repeating⁠ the same words,‌ without a single​‌‌ variation.

That‌ could only mean​⁠ one thing: they‌⁠‍ were not making⁠ things up out​ of spite, but‌ transmitting the same⁠ “knowledge.”

“And⁠ what about the‌​ court mages? What‍ are they saying?”‍‌‌

“That’s‌ the problem. The⁠⁠‍ court mages are‍‌​ remaining silent. They‌ haven’t been able​ to clearly refute‌‌⁠ anything.”

“By​‍‌ the gods… so⁠⁠ does that mean‌‌⁠ the second prince‌⁠ truly wasn’t of‍‍⁠ the previous emperor’s‍‌‍ blood?”

That‌​​ precisely the court⁠⁠ mages, who should​ have stepped forward​‌ to defend the​‌ second prince even​‍⁠ by inventing arguments‍ if necessary, remained⁠ silent could only​‌ mean that what‍​ had been presented⁠⁠ was too obvious‌ to refute.

Faced‌ with such a massive impact, the‍ territorial nobles immediately⁠​ suspended their political​ disputes.

If​ the second prince⁠⁠ was not the‍ son of the‌⁠ previous emperor, supporting⁠ him was impossible,​‍‌ no matter how⁠ much they wanted‌ to.

How‌⁠ could they place⁠⁠ a foreign seed,​‌ without legitimacy, on​ the throne?

“If‌​ that’s the case,⁠⁠ in the end​⁠⁠ the only option​​‌ left is the‍​ first prince.”

“Don’t‌‍ be ridiculous! If​ the first prince⁠⁠ ascends the throne,‍⁠ the empire will‍​⁠ collapse!”

“But‌ we can’t put‍ a collateral-branch prince‌‌⁠ on the throne‌ either, can we?”​‍‌

“Why‍ not? He’s still‌ of imperial blood.”‌​‍

“I‍ don’t care about​​‍ blood or legitimacy!⁠⁠ If I don’t‌‌‌ recognize him, what‌ are you going‍ to do!”

“What!?‌‍ Are you declaring⁠‌ rebellion right now?”‌‍

“I’d‌ rather be a rebel than serve‌ a collateral prince‍‌ nobody’s ever heard⁠ of!”

When‌​ doubts about the‌​ lineage of the⁠ second prince arose,​ the territorial nobles⁠ split into countless‍​ factions.

There⁠‍⁠ were those who,‌ unable to enthrone‍ the first prince,‍ proposed elevating a prince from a collateral branch.

Those‍‍ who insisted that,​ setting personality aside,​​ the legitimate first‍‍ prince should be‍ emperor.

And‌‍ even those who⁠ claimed it was‍​‌ all unfounded rumors‌‍ and that they‌‍ would continue to​‌​ support the second‍​​ prince.

But‍ regardless of their‌‍‍ stance, everyone understood⁠ an inescapable truth:​‍ the imperial family​ had completely lost⁠‍⁠ the ability to​​​ intervene in the‌​‌ conflicts of the‍ provinces.

***‍‍

“The‍​ imperial family is​ maintaining absolute silence,⁠‌ and a large‌ portion of the‌ territorial nobles are⁠​‌ openly clashing, each‍​ defending their own⁠⁠‌ position. There are​ even signs that‍ some great houses,‌ including that of‍‌ the Marquis of‌⁠ Roglan, are beginning​⁠ to plan independent‌‌ military actions.”

“Excellent.”‍‍‌

Seated‌ on the throne‍​ of the White⁠ Castle, Lucian showed​‌⁠ a faint smile‍‌ upon hearing the​‌ report. Hugo, unable‌‍ to understand his⁠‌​ reaction, tilted his​⁠‌ head.

“Is‌ this a good‌‌​ thing? It looks‌‌ to me like⁠​ the entire empire‌⁠‌ is upside down.”​

“For​ others, perhaps not,​⁠‍ but for us⁠ it’s the best‍ possible outcome. The⁠​‌ imperial family’s interference‍‌⁠ has been completely‍‌ blocked, the accusations⁠⁠ that I betrayed‍​ the empire out​‍‍ of ambition have‌⁠ fallen on others,​‌⁠ and we’ve also​ secured a legitimate‍​⁠ justification to move‌ troops.”

“A‍‌ legitimate justification?”

“There‍‌ is no stronger​⁠ justification for crossing​ the walls of⁠‌ Tibron than enthroning‍⁠‍ the legitimate heir⁠​‌ of the previous‍​‍ emperor.”

“Don’t⁠‌‍ tell me you‌ really plan to⁠‌ put the first​‍⁠ prince on the‍​ throne?”

“What‍‍ matters isn’t what⁠ I plan. What⁠‌‍ matters is the​ very notion that‌‌⁠ it is the‍‌​ correct thing to​ do, even if‍ the first prince‌‍ is a complete‍ disaster.”

The⁠ vassals looked at​ Lucian in surprise.‌

This​⁠ time he had‌​‍ stopped using even​⁠ the honorific titles‍‌ that, even if​‌ only superficially, he‌‌ had always maintained‌ when referring to‌‍‌ the first prince.​

Lucian,⁠​ meanwhile, stood up​⁠‌ without paying attention⁠⁠ to their reactions.​

“Before​‍​ even talking about​ whether he can‍ or cannot use⁠‌ magical artifacts, the​‍ only legitimate son​‍ of the previous‍‌ emperor is the⁠⁠ first prince. If‍‌⁠ we speak of‌‍ succession rights, the​​‍ correct course is‌‍​ for him to⁠⁠ ascend the throne.”‍⁠‌

The​ fact that the‍ first prince was⁠​‍ not on the​ throne was due‌‌​ solely to political⁠‍ reasons.

In‍ other words, if‍ those reasons were‍ set aside and‌ one spoke only‌‍ of what was‍ “correct,” supporting the‍ first prince was‍‌‍ the natural choice.‍‍⁠

Put⁠​ differently, as long‍​ as Lucian proclaimed​ the liberation of‌​‌ the first prince‍​ and his ascension​​ to the throne,‍ he would obtain‌‍​ unlimited justification for‌ any military action.​‍⁠

“Even⁠‍‌ if it’s nothing⁠‍ more than a pretty and politically‌​​ correct speech, no‌ one from the‌ outside can refute‍​ what is considered⁠⁠ correct.”

“Is‍​⁠ it really necessary​​​ to go to‌⁠ such lengths? Having‌ solid justification is‌ good, but it⁠‍ can also become‍‌ a shackle.”

Raising⁠​‌ the banner of​​ legitimacy meant, conversely,‌ being unable to‌ act against it.​

If​⁠ Lucian proclaimed that‌‍ he would place‌​‌ the first prince‍ on the throne,⁠​ he would have‌ to act in⁠⁠​ accordance with that​⁠​ principle. That was‌‍ what troubled Hugo.​‍

“In‌⁠​ my view, we‌‍‍ could move even⁠‌⁠ without justification. There​ are quite a few great houses​‍ already doing so.”​‌

“Of⁠⁠ course, right now‌‌ we could do​‌‍ it without any​​ problems. But even⁠ if nothing happens​ today, chances are‌‍‍ we’ll be made‍‍​ to pay for⁠ it in the​ future.”

Lucian‍ smiled wryly at‍‍ Hugo’s words.

Others​⁠ acting without justification‍‍ did not mean‍‍ everyone would remain​‌‍ silent forever; only⁠‍ those who shared‌‌ the same guilt‌​​ would.

Those​​‌ free of that​ guilt, especially the‌ generations born after⁠​ the chaos ended,​​⁠ would have no​ reason to stay‌‍‍ silent.

Ambitious​‍ people always appear,​ in any era.⁠‍

If‌⁠ the foundations were​‌ not laid properly,⁠​‌ even if everything‍ seemed stable at​ first, problems would‍‌ inevitably arise sooner‍​​ or later.

‘Besides,‍⁠ I don’t plan⁠⁠ to keep the‍‌ first prince on‌‌‌ the throne for‍​ very long either.’⁠‌‌

Lucian‌ swallowed that thought‍​ and looked at⁠ the group of⁠‌ envoys who had‍ recently returned.

“In‌‌​ any case, you​​ all did well.⁠ Especially you, Fritz.‌‌‍ Despite risking your‌ life, you carried‌‍⁠ everything out perfectly.”⁠​

“It’s⁠ too much praise.”‍

“No,⁠‌ on the contrary.​‌⁠ I lack the‍‍ words to praise​‍ you. Think of‌ the reward you⁠ desire.”

Fritz​ trembled, moved by​ the recognition. How‍ long had it‍‌ been since someone⁠⁠‍ last valued his⁠​ ability as an‌ envoy?

Since‌⁠⁠ being hired by‌⁠ Calix, he had​​⁠ spent decades relegated​‍ to a corner,‌​​ wasting away the‌‌‍ years.

He‍ had come to​‍‍ believe that he‍​‌ would die of⁠ old age without‍⁠ leaving a trace,‌⁠ forgotten by everyone.​⁠⁠

He⁠ had never imagined‌⁠ that, already in‌‍ the twilight of‍​ his life, he‍‌ would meet such‍‍‌ a worthy lord⁠⁠‍ and have the⁠​ opportunity to fully‌ display his talent.​⁠

Biting​‌‌ his lips to‌‍ hide the reddened​‌​ gleam in his⁠⁠ eyes, Fritz bowed‌​⁠ deeply.

“With‌‍ just those words,‌ this reward is‌​ already more than‌ enough for this⁠⁠​ old man.”

“Enough‍‌ modesty. If you‍​ can’t think of⁠‌ anything, I’ll decide⁠ the reward myself,⁠ so don’t complain⁠‌‌ later.”

Lucian‌‍ smiled at the⁠ sight of Fritz⁠⁠ unable to raise‍⁠ his head.

He‌​‍ had proven not‌ only loyalty, but‍​ also impeccable competence;​‍⁠ it was impossible‌‍ not to appreciate‍⁠⁠ him.

Given‌⁠ his age, he​ would not be​⁠ able to keep⁠‌ him by his‍‍ side for long,⁠​ but at least‌​​ for whatever time​‍ he had left,‌​ he intended to‌‍​ let him fully‍‍ demonstrate his worth‌‌‍ to the world.‍‍

‘I‍ think the time‍⁠ has come.’

The⁠⁠ imperial family was⁠‌‌ completely paralyzed, and‍‍​ the lords were⁠⁠ busy pursuing their⁠‍​ own ambitions.

As‍ long as an‍⁠‌ open war did⁠‍⁠ not break out,​ no one in⁠ the empire could​ interfere with what‌‌‌ happened in Asagrim.​​‍

It⁠‌⁠ was the ideal⁠ moment to realize​​ the future he​‍‌ had envisioned when​‍ he first arrived⁠​​ at the White⁠‍ Castle.

Lucian​⁠ took a deep⁠⁠⁠ breath and spoke⁠⁠‍ to his vassals.‍⁠‍

“I⁠‍ will make public⁠ the legacy of⁠ the royal house‍⁠ of the north.”‌‌

“…!?”​‌

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