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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Harald⁠‍ had prepared wine‌​ and glasses and‌​ was waiting in⁠‌ the reception room.‍​

After‍‍‍ a short while,‌​ someone with their‌ hood pulled deeply​ down entered the‍ room in silence.​

Soon,⁠ the visitor revealed⁠ his face and⁠‍⁠ slightly inclined his‍‍⁠ head toward Harald.‌​‍

“It’s​‍​ been a long‌ time. Do you‍⁠ remember me?”

“Of‍ course. It feels​‌‍ like yesterday when‍ you were celebrating‌ your coming-of-age ceremony,‍ and now you⁠ are already a respectable head of​⁠⁠ a family, Baron⁠ Lesta.”

“I’m​‌ glad to see⁠‍⁠ that Baron Harald​‍ is as healthy‍‌ as ever.”

Since​ they had already​‍ met before through‌​‌ Torkel, the conversation‌ between them flowed‌ naturally.

However,‍⁠​ the cordial atmosphere‌ did not last‌‍‍ long. As soon‌ as the greetings​‍ ended, Harald adopted⁠⁠ a serious expression​‍ and asked,

“But‌ tell me, what‍‍⁠ brings you here⁠​‌ at such a late hour? As​‍ the head of⁠ a house, you‍ could have come‌‍‍ openly as a guest during the‍⁠ day.”

“I​⁠​ would have liked‍​ that as well,‍​​ but given the⁠⁠ nature of the‌ matter, I could‍⁠​ not present myself‌ so openly.”

“Is‌⁠ it something so‍​ serious that it‌ must be concealed‍​⁠ even from the⁠⁠ duke?”

“Rather‍ than concealing it,​‌‌ I would say​‌ that it is​ not necessary to‌‌ reveal it and‌‌⁠ disturb him with​‌ it.”

With⁠ a bitter smile,⁠​‍ Lesta took a seat and raised‌ his glass.

“Before‌‌ we begin, I’d​⁠​ like to moisten​‍‌ my throat a little.”

“Go‍⁠ ahead. The wine​‌ was intended precisely‍ to entertain the‍‍ guest.”

Both‍⁠ raised their glasses​‍‍ and drained them‍ in one gulp.‍⁠‍

The​‌‍ burning sensation as⁠⁠​ it passed down⁠‌ his throat and‌ the intense aroma​ of the liquor​ made Lesta let⁠⁠ out an exclamation​ of admiration.

“It’s‍ an excellent wine.”⁠​

“It’s⁠⁠ one of my‌‌ treasured reserves. Has⁠​ your throat loosened​ up a bit‍ now?”

“Completely.”​⁠‌

Lesta‌​ set the glass⁠⁠ down on the​ table with a light clink and​‍​ erased the smile‌ from his face.‌‍​

What​‍ he was about‍⁠ to say was‌‍ not something pleasant‍⁠‍ even for himself.‍​

“Lately,‌ the behavior of⁠‍ some lords has​ been strange.”

“Strange?⁠⁠ What do you​ mean?”

“Many‌‌ are showing concern⁠⁠ over the steps‌‍‌ the duke is‍⁠ taking. To be‍ precise, they fear‍​ falling under his⁠ direct dominion.”

The‌‍ north was one‌‍ of the regions‌ least affected by‍‌ the silence of​‌ the imperial family.​⁠

If⁠ one were to​ be precise, it‍ could even be​‌⁠ said that it​​ had welcomed that‍‍ silence.

The⁠ only institution capable‍⁠‌ of officially interfering​‍ in the affairs​‌ of the lords‍ had been paralyzed.⁠‌

Amid​ the chaos, they‍‌ believed they could‍‍ continue living in​ relative peace in‍‌ the north until‍​ the situation calmed​⁠‌ down.

But‍‌⁠ when Lucian proclaimed‌​​ the liberation of​‌ the first prince​ and let his‌‌ ambition show, unease​⁠ began to arise⁠ everywhere.

“As​⁠ you well know,​ Baron Harald, in⁠‌ chaotic times lords‌⁠‌ inevitably become warlords.‍ And to increase⁠ their power, they⁠‌ begin to devour⁠ those around them.”‌‍‌

“Do‌ they fear that‌‌ the duke will​‍ start wars against‍‌ other houses to⁠⁠‌ strengthen his power?”​

“Even​⁠ if he does⁠⁠‌ not annihilate them⁠⁠ and merely subjugates​​‍ them, that is‍ hardly reassuring either.⁠​​ In the end,‍⁠​ they would go​‍ from being independent‍‌ forces to vassals‌​ under his direct⁠‍ control.”

“That⁠ sounds rather sudden.‌‌ The duke has‍​ not yet initiated​⁠⁠ any military action,‍‍⁠ has he?”

“That​ is true, but‌‍​ it is not​⁠ an entirely unfounded⁠⁠ assumption either. Once⁠ he has proclaimed​‌‌ the liberation of‌⁠​ the first prince,‌⁠ the expansion of⁠‍ forces for war‍⁠​ becomes an inevitable‍‌​ path.”

In​‍ turbulent times, if‍‌ one did not‌ expand one’s power‌‌ by absorbing the‌ weaker, sooner or​‌ later one would⁠ be devoured by​‌‍ someone stronger. Even​​ without ambition, to‍​‌ survive it was​ necessary to grow⁠‌​ stronger.

“Even‍‍ lords who previously‌‍ supported His Excellency⁠⁠ have changed their⁠ minds now that​⁠⁠ the imperial family⁠ is silent. They⁠⁠ say they no‍​ longer need his‌‍ help.”

“To‌​​ my ears, that​‍ sounds like they​⁠ want a royal‍ house that raises‍⁠ its voice against⁠ the imperial family,‍‍ but not one​​ that interferes directly‌​‍ in their affairs.”‍​‍

“Exactly.​‍ They believe that‍‍ if they remain​ calm in the⁠ north, sooner or‍⁠‌ later an emperor⁠‍⁠ will be appointed‌ and peace will⁠ return. It’s a naive idea.”

Lesta​ clicked his tongue‌‌​ in disdain. If​⁠‌ things could be‍​‌ resolved so easily,​ it would not​ be called an⁠​ era of chaos.‍⁠‌

Anyone⁠​ aspiring to the‌ throne would not‌‍ be satisfied with‌ taking only the‍‌ capital.

The‌‌ north had always⁠⁠ been a region‍ difficult to control⁠ even when the‍​ imperial family was‍ at the height​ of its power;‍ for any ambitious​⁠ person, it was‌⁠ a thorn in​⁠ the side.

“I‌‍ understand that there⁠‌‌ are unsettling discussions​‌‍ among the lords.​‍ So what is‌ it you intend?‌​ That I ask⁠​ the duke to⁠​ reassure the others?”‍‍‍

“No.‍ Just the opposite.⁠‌ We want to‍ gather people like⁠​ us and promote⁠⁠‌ the restoration of‌ the Kingdom of‍‍ the North. Not⁠‌⁠ a symbolic restoration,‍ but an official‌ one.”

“…!?”​

Harald‍‍‍ opened his eyes‌ wide at the‌ unexpected proposal.

Officially‍‌‌ restoring the Kingdom‌⁠ of the North‌‌ meant turning the‌ lords of the‌ north into direct‍ vassals of the⁠‌ royal house.

Right‍‍ after speaking of‍‌ unrest, that would‍⁠ only fan the​‌‍ flames even further.⁠‌​

“What‌ intention lies behind​‍⁠ this?”

“There⁠‍ are no ulterior​‌‌ motives. If the‍​⁠ duke were to​⁠ learn of the‌‌‌ current atmosphere in‌⁠ the north, what⁠⁠ do you think​ he would do?”‌

“Well…”‍⁠​

Harald​‍‌ recalled the actions‍ Lucian had taken‍ so far, while⁠ at the same​‌ time assessing Asagrim’s⁠‌​ military power.

No‌⁠ matter how he‌ thought about it,​⁠‍ it did not⁠⁠‌ seem that Lucian‌⁠‌ would be troubled⁠ just because a few lords started​‍ stirring.

Although‍ it might be‍‌‍ different if the‍‌⁠ entire north turned​ against him, the‌‍​ reality was that​‌‍ there were still⁠‍⁠ ardent supporters like⁠ Harald and Lesta.⁠‌

If‌⁠ he made even‌ a modest effort,⁠‌ it would not‌‌‍ be difficult for​‌​ him to subdue‍​ the rebellious lords‍ and make everyone‌‍ kneel.

“…It⁠‍ doesn’t seem like‌‌‍ it would be​⁠ a major problem.​ In fact, it‍‍ almost feels as⁠ though His Excellency​ would use this​ as an excuse‌‌ to completely pacify​​ the north.”

“That‍‍ is precisely the‌ problem.”

“What‍⁠ do you mean?”⁠‌

“If​‍ the north is⁠‍​ completely pacified, our‌ usefulness will disappear.⁠​ In particular, Torkel⁠​‍ and I handled​⁠ the cleaning of⁠ areas that the‌ duke’s hand and‌‌ eyes could not‍‌⁠ reach, but that⁠‍‌ work is about‌‍ to vanish entirely.”⁠‌

Harald​ wanted to reply​​⁠ that this was‌‍ an exaggeration, but‍⁠ he could not.​

No⁠ matter how close​⁠ his relationship with⁠‌ Lucian was, as⁠⁠ a head of‍​​ a family there⁠​ were limits.

Once​ Lucian’s power extended​​ throughout the north,​ it was obvious‍⁠ that he would‍⁠​ prefer to send‍⁠ his own vassals‌​‍ rather than entrust⁠‍ those tasks to‍ others.

“Even‍⁠ if we have‌ gained enough trust​‍ under the duke’s⁠ command, it is‍​ still too early.​​ I still need‌‌ opportunities to accumulate⁠​​ merit.”

“And⁠‌ that is why‍‍ you want to‌ actively promote the‌‌ restoration of the⁠‌‍ Kingdom of the‌‍⁠ North? As a warning to unstable‌‍​ elements not to⁠ even dream of‌ challenging His Excellency,​⁠ and at the⁠ same time to​‍ shift public opinion?”​‍

“If‍⁠‍ it conflicts with⁠⁠‍ the duke’s plans,‌ there is no⁠​ need to truly​ restore it. What​ matters is demonstrating‍‍ that we have‍ the ability to‌ suppress minor disturbances​​‌ and help ensure‌‍ that His Excellency‌‌ does not have​⁠ to be distracted‍​​ by unnecessary matters.”⁠​​

The‌‌ proposal was not‌ bad, and Harald’s​ ears perked up.⁠

It‌⁠ was a somewhat⁠‌ pragmatic approach, but‌ in essence it‍ meant dealing with‍ problematic elements on​‍ their own so​ that Lucian would⁠‍ not have to‌ worry about the‌ north.

‘How‌ pathetic I am.‍​​ I trusted His‍‍​ Excellency so much​⁠​ that, instead of​‌‍ supporting him, I ended up depending​‍‍ on him.’

It‍ would not be⁠ bad if Lucian‍​⁠ pacified the north,​ but ideally it‌‍ would be better‌‌‌ if it did‍⁠ not have to‍ come to that‌ thanks to proper​‌‌ management beforehand.

With‍ his decision made,​‍ Harald nodded and‍⁠ said,

“Very⁠‌ well. Then what⁠ exactly am I supposed to do?”⁠​

“To⁠ begin with…”

Smiling,⁠‌ Lesta explained his‌‍ plan to him.‍ That night, the‍ two talked until‌ dawn broke.

***⁠⁠

“This‍ smells bad.”

On⁠⁠‌ the way to⁠ Asagrim, Malcolm frowned‍⁠⁠ as he looked​‍‍ at the ground.‍

He‍‌ had stumbled upon‌ the corpses of‌ an entire family,‌‍ crudely covered with​‌ dirt.

At‌⁠​ the sight of‌​⁠ the bloodstained bodies,​‍⁠ Malcolm’s son recoiled‌‍ in horror.

“D-did‌ they run into‌ bandits?”

“So⁠⁠ it seems. They‍ even took their‍ clothes.”

“But​​ this place isn’t​‌⁠ that far from⁠ lands ruled by​‌ a lord…”

“It​​⁠ looks like the‍‍ guard has stopped‍ patrolling.”

“Huh?⁠⁠ Why?”

At​⁠​ his son’s question,​‌​ Malcolm left the⁠ sentence hanging in​‍ the air.

In‌‌​ truth, he had​‍⁠ a rough idea⁠​ of the answer.​​

With‌​ so many resources⁠⁠ being consumed by‍ preparations for war,‌⁠⁠ they had probably‍‍‌ cut back even​‍​ on expenses meant‌‌ to maintain order.⁠

Even​‍ so, one never​ knew into whose‍ ears a careless​‍ word might fall.‍

And‌ being so close​ to lands governed‍ by a lord,​ any remark could​​‌ turn into a dangerous criticism.

“Let’s⁠ keep moving.”

“Will⁠‍​ it be all‌⁠ right? Maybe it⁠ would be better⁠​‌ to hire mercenaries…”​

“There’s‌⁠ no money. With​‌ security this bad,‌ they’re surely charging‌‍​ more too.”

“Ugh…”‌

At‍ the word “money,”⁠‍‍ Malcolm’s son let‍​ out a groan.‍​​

The‍ travel expenses were⁠ already being eaten‍‍‌ up quickly by⁠ absurdly high prices.‌

If​ the cost of‌ hiring mercenaries had‌ risen as well,​ even the next‍​‌ day’s food would‍⁠ be in danger.‍

“There’s‍⁠​ no choice. At⁠⁠‍ least give me‍‌ the hammer.”

“Are⁠⁠ you planning to‍​​ use it as​ a weapon?”

“Better⁠‌ that than nothing.”​​

“No.​ Actually, it would‌⁠ be better to​⁠​ have nothing.”

Malcolm‍ and his son⁠ froze when they‌​‌ heard the voice‍ coming from behind‌‍⁠ them.

Turning⁠ around, they saw‍‍ several fierce-looking bandits⁠⁠ sneering at them.⁠

It‌ seemed they had‍ been hiding in‌‌‌ some nearby shelter,‍‌‍ lying in wait⁠‍⁠ for travelers, and​⁠‌ had just appeared.‍‍‌

“Today’s‌⁠ a day of‍ rich harvest. Having​⁠ prey come one‌‍ after another in‍​ less than an‍ hour doesn’t happen‍⁠ every day.”

“…We⁠​ don’t have any‌ money. Even if‌⁠​ you search us,​‍ you won’t get⁠‌​ anything, so let​ us go.”

“It⁠ doesn’t matter. If​ there’s nothing, there’s‌⁠ nothing, and you​​ can still be​‌ satisfied. They say‌​ you shouldn’t disdain​‍ even a single‍​⁠ coin, right?”

Seeing⁠ the murderous gleam​⁠ in the bandits’‍‌ eyes, Malcolm frowned.​‍⁠

These​​‌ were not men‍ driven to crime‍⁠⁠ by necessity, but‍ genuine degenerates who⁠ enjoyed seeing blood.​

Even⁠‍‌ if a beggar​‌ with not a single coin passed⁠​ by, they would​ be capable of‍ killing him just⁠ for fun.

“F-father.”​

“Take‍ the hammer.”

“I⁠​‍ told you it’s‌ better to have‌‌ nothing. If you‍⁠ resist, the knife‍‌ ends up going​ into strange places.‍‍⁠ Judging by how‌​‌ you look, old‍‍ man, you don’t‍​​ have much life​⁠ left. Do you⁠ really want to⁠ complicate things?”

The‌⁠‍ bandits advanced toward⁠ Malcolm and his​‌‌ son with disgusting‍ smiles, as if‍‌‌ enjoying cornering prey‌​‌ that had already‌ been caught.

As⁠ both tightened their⁠ grip on the⁠​⁠ hammer and the​‍​ tongs, it happened.‍

“Don’t​‌ worry. You’ll die‍‌ quickly.”

Slash!​

Along​​ with the cold‌ voice, a flash⁠‍ of a sword​ shone, and at​​‍ the same time‍ the head of⁠ the bandit on⁠ the far right‌‌​ went flying through⁠‍ the air.

The‌‌‌ others blinked in⁠‌​ shock at the​​ sudden death of⁠‍‌ their companion.

“W-what…?”⁠‍

Slash!⁠⁠​

While‍ they still did​⁠ not understand what⁠‌⁠ was happening, the‍‌⁠ dazzling flashes of‍‌ the sword did​‍‍ not stop.

Each‍ time the light​ flashed, a bandit⁠ lost his head⁠‌ and fell to⁠ the ground.
By the time⁠‌⁠ they finally reacted,⁠ most of them‍‌⁠ were already dead,‍‍ and only three⁠‌​ remained.

“What​‍‌ the hell…?”

Slice!⁠

Before‌⁠⁠ they could scream,⁠⁠ the heads of‍‍‍ the remaining three⁠‍‍ flew off at⁠⁠ the same time.​

Seeing‌⁠‌ the bandits annihilated‌​ in an instant,‍ without even being​ able to let​‍ out a final‍ cry, Malcolm and​ his son were‍ completely petrified.

A moment later, the‌​ earlier voice rang⁠​‍ in their ears‍‍‌ again.

“Are⁠​ you hurt?”

“…!?”⁠​​

Startled,‍​⁠ both turned around.⁠‌‍ In front of​ them stood a swordsman dressed in‍ plain clothes.

At‌‍ first glance, he‍‍⁠ could be mistaken⁠​ for a wandering⁠​‍ mercenary, but Malcolm‌‍‍ immediately understood what‌​ kind of man⁠‍⁠ stood before him.⁠⁠​

‘A‍‌ knight.’

And⁠ not one of‍​ those pampered youths‍ from wealthy families,‍ but a true⁠ knight who had‌ passed through countless‍ fields of death.⁠⁠

Such​⁠ a dense smell‍ of blood could‍ only come from‌ someone who had‍⁠​ cut down far⁠‌ too many people.⁠‍‌

Seeing⁠‌ Malcolm so tense,⁠⁠‌ Vincent, a knight‍‌⁠ who had once‍ belonged to the‌‌ Black Lions, let​⁠‍ out a laugh.‍⁠

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