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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 160

Chapter 160

“Don’t​​ be so scared.‌ Anyone would think​‍ I’m the thief‌‍‌ here, not them.”​

“I-I’m​⁠⁠ very sorry, sir.”​

Malcolm​‍​ reacted late and,‌⁠ together with his⁠ son, offered deep‍ words of gratitude.‌​

He‍​ had shown distrust​​ even toward the‍ knight who had⁠ saved their lives,‌‍ an enormous lack‍ of respect.

However,‌‍‌ Vincent waved his‍‌‌ hand as if⁠ he did not​⁠ care much.

“It’s‍​ fine. It’s enough‍‌‌ that you know⁠‍ it. A knight‍​ doesn’t covet money⁠‌ like a bandit.”‍

“Very‍‍ apt words.”

“Well,‍ that doesn’t mean‍ I’ll refuse a reward if it’s​‍‍ offered willingly.”

Vincent⁠ made a small⁠⁠ circle with his⁠‍ hand and tilted⁠ his head.

Malcolm,‌‍‍ hardened by life,⁠ immediately understood what‌‌​ he meant and‍ put on an‍‍ awkward expression.

He‌​ didn’t have any​​ money to reward​⁠‍ him.

“I’m​ sorry, sir. I’d‌‍‍ like to give‌‌ you something, but​‍⁠ we truly have‍‍‌ nothing.”

“Hmm,‍‌‍ truly nothing? Even‍ so, I am‌⁠​ your savior.”

“To‍ be honest, our‌‌ travel funds are⁠‌ almost exhausted. There’s⁠‌ a real possibility‍ we’ll run out⁠​ of money before‍‌‌ even reaching our‍⁠‍ destination, so we’re​ cutting back even‍‌ on food expenses.”⁠

“…Damn‌ it.”

At‌ Vincent’s curse, Malcolm⁠ and his son‌‌‍ flinched.

A knight without money⁠ could sometimes turn‌ into a bandit​‍​ knight.

Fortunately,‌​ Vincent only let‌ out a long‌‌‌ sigh and did​⁠​ nothing else.

“If‍‌ you’re already cutting⁠ back even on‌​​ food, there’s not​ much that can⁠‌ be done. Where‍ are you headed?”‌⁠

“To​​⁠ Asagrim, in the‍‌​ north.”

“Ah,​​​ there… I see.⁠‍ Then I wish‍‌ you a safe‌ journey.”

“Thank⁠‌‌ you, sir. May​⁠⁠ the Eight Gods‌‍ bless your path.”​‍

Fearing‍‍ that Vincent might‌‍ change his mind,⁠⁠‍ Malcolm and his⁠ son left almost‍ at a run​⁠‍ toward the next‌‍ territory.

Vincent‍⁠ watched their backs⁠ recede while scratching‍‌⁠ his head in‍‌ frustration.

“Nothing​​​ really goes right‍‌⁠ today. What kind​‍​ of people travel​‌‌ without carrying money‍​‌ on them?”

“It’s‌‍ this kind of‌​​ world. That’s why⁠​​ they don’t carry⁠ money.”

As‍ if answering his‍ monologue, three shadows⁠⁠‍ emerged behind him.​⁠ They were Martin,‌⁠​ Jude, and Widrow,⁠ former members of‌ the Black Lions‍‌‌ along with Vincent.‌⁠

“When⁠‌⁠ security is this‌‌ bad, travelers tend​​‍ to be of‌⁠​ two types. Either‍‍ they have plenty⁠⁠ of money to​‌ hire escorts, or​​​ they’re so desperate⁠⁠ they have no‌‌​ choice but to⁠ take the risk.‍​ The ones just‌‍ now were clearly​⁠ the second type.”‌​‍

“Do‌⁠ you think I don’t know that?​‌ Even so, I thought they’d have‌‍ at least a few coins.”

“Then⁠​‍ was there any‍ gain? I think‌​⁠ you’ve already saved​​ three people of⁠​ that second type.”​​‍

At​ Widrow’s comment, Vincent⁠⁠ looked away.

If‌ they had been‍​ people pretending to‌ be poor, maybe,‌ but he had‌‍‍ only run into​‌ people who truly​‍ didn’t have even‍​ a single coin.‌‌⁠

When​ he didn’t answer,‌⁠‌ Widrow let out​‌ a deep sigh.​⁠​

“I⁠‌‌ knew it. What‍​ was that about⁠‌ at least we‍‍ won’t go hungry,‌⁠ follow me? We‍ don’t even have⁠ money to eat‍ tomorrow, and you’re‍​ talking about food?”​‍

“…But‌ up until now‍ we’ve eaten every‍ day.”

“These‌⁠​ past few days​​‌ we haven’t eaten‌ anything but pieces⁠​ of rye bread,⁠ not a single‍ stew!”

“As⁠ long as it⁠​​ fills the stomach,‍‍ it’s enough. In‍‍ any case, I didn’t lie.”

At‌‍‍ Vincent’s brazenness, Widrow⁠​ brought a hand​‍ to his head.⁠‍

That‍ the Black Lions,​⁠ who once made⁠​⁠ the entire east⁠⁠ tremble, were now‌⁠ begging for food​‍ was too sad.​​

Remembering‍ the old days‌⁠ only made the​ current situation feel‌⁠ even more miserable.⁠

“If⁠‌​ the second young‌‌‌ master hadn’t taken​ over the Valdeck‍ family, I wouldn’t⁠ have followed you.”‌​

“See?‍‍⁠ It’s better than‍⁠ working under the⁠ second young master,‍ right?”

“That​ just means it’s⁠ less bad than⁠ the worst, not‍‍ that it’s something‍ good.”

Though​⁠⁠ he reproached him,​ Widrow couldn’t completely‍ deny Vincent’s words.​ Wandering like this⁠‍‌ was still several⁠​⁠ times better than⁠⁠ working under Jordi.⁠

When‍ they served the‌‍ former grand duke,⁠​ Sigmund, even if‍​ they did dirty‍ work, there was⁠​‍ pride. The pride‍‌‌ of keeping the​⁠ Empire stable and⁠ protecting the lives‌​ of common people.‍‌

But​​​ that pride evaporated⁠ completely when Jordi‌ rebelled.

Since‌⁠ then, all orders​⁠ had been nothing⁠⁠‍ more than a way to fill‍⁠‍ Jordi’s pockets.

‘Even‍‌‌ now, I think⁠‍ we did right​‍​ by leaving. Rather‌​​ than obeying orders⁠‌⁠ like that, better‍ to starve to⁠‍ death.’

The‌ only regrettable thing⁠ was that they‍⁠ had not been​⁠ able to recover⁠ the money they‌ had accumulated during‍​‍ their time as⁠ Black Lions.

If‌ they had all‌​ tried to retrieve⁠ their assets at‍ once, Jordi would​⁠ have noticed.

To‍‌⁠ escape safely, they‌‌ had to abandon⁠ everything in tears.‌

They⁠​ did not regret‍‍ the decision, but⁠‌‌ they also couldn’t‍ go on living‌ as beggars forever.⁠‍⁠

“Hyung,‍ let’s go to‍‌⁠ the third young⁠ master… no, to⁠ His Excellency the‍‍ duke. If we​‍ appeal to the‍‍ old days, somehow—”​

“No.”‍‍

“Why​‍ not?”

“Look‌⁠‌ at His Excellency’s​‌⁠ movements. He’s gathering⁠ all kinds of⁠ justifications possible. Do⁠‍ you think he’d‌ simply accept the⁠‍​ Black Lions?”

Gathering‌⁠ justifications meant, in‌‍ other words, keeping​‌ as much distance⁠‌⁠ as possible from​‍‌ dirty work.

No⁠​ matter how much‍ of a relationship‌‍ there had been‌​ before, it was‌‍​ doubtful that the‌ current Lucian would‌ accept those who‌ had handled such​ tasks.

“Captain‍‌‍ Raymond officially became‌ the duke’s escort​‍‍ knight before departing​ for the north,‍‍‍ so there’s no‌⁠‍ problem there. But‌‍‍ we only crossed⁠‍‌ paths with His​‍ Excellency during missions.‍​⁠ If someone digs‍‍ into the past,‍‍‌ we won’t know‍ how to respond.”⁠​

“Maybe‌ when he was‌ still the third⁠‍⁠ young master, but⁠‌‍ now that he’s​‌​ a duke, is‍​ he really in⁠‌⁠ a position where​⁠‍ he has to‍‍ worry about that‍⁠‍ kind of questioning?”​

“It’s​​ not that there⁠ are no losses,‌​‌ it’s just that⁠​​ they’re acceptable losses.⁠ The question is​‍​ whether His Excellency‍‍‌ would be willing​​ to assume even​‌‌ that for us.”‍‌

“….”​

Faced⁠‍ with such a difficult question to​ answer, Widrow fell‍⁠​ silent.

The‌‌ Black Lions were,‍⁠⁠ objectively, valuable talent,​⁠ but looking at⁠​⁠ Lucian’s current situation,​ it couldn’t be⁠‌ said that he​ lacked capable people.​‍‍

Moreover,‌⁠⁠ the bond they​‍​ shared was nothing‍ more than a passing encounter.

‘If⁠ it goes well,‍​‌ he might receive‍​ us gladly. But‌‌ if it goes‍‍​ badly, he might⁠⁠‌ kick us out.’‍⁠⁠

Both​ sighed at the‍ same time. Everything‌⁠ depended on Lucian’s​⁠ mood, and they⁠ had no way⁠ of knowing it,​‍⁠ which made the‍⁠‍ situation all the⁠ more frustrating.

“In‌⁠ any case, if⁠⁠⁠ we go without‌⁠‍ thinking and get​ rejected, there’ll be‌‌⁠ no turning back.‌‍‌ At least let’s‍‍ wait until we‌​​ have an excuse​ to visit Asagrim,⁠⁠‍ and then drop⁠‌⁠ by discreetly.”

“And​‌‍ is that excuse‌ ever going to‍​ appear?”

“I​‍ don’t know, damn⁠ it. If you‍‍‌ don’t like it,⁠‍ go ask to‌‍​ be accepted by‍⁠⁠ yourself.”

“…Let’s‌ wait for an‍​‍ excuse to appear.”‌

Finally⁠ in agreement, both‌​ looked at each​ other and nodded.​⁠⁠

If‍ they openly offered‍​ themselves and were‍ rejected, even if⁠⁠ an opportunity arose⁠​ later, they would‌⁠ no longer be​‍ able to bring‍ it up again.​

It‌‍ was better to‌‌ leave room, even​‌⁠ in the case‍‍‍ of rejection.

***​

After⁠‍ the silence of‍‍ the Empire, a true era of⁠ chaos descended upon​‍ the territory.

Ambition‍‌ and betrayal, wars​⁠⁠ and conspiracies erupted⁠‌‌ everywhere, and security‌ worsened with each‍ passing day.

The‍ lives of common‍ people became increasingly‍‌ harsh, popular discontent​⁠ grew, and bandits⁠‍⁠ appeared everywhere.

The⁠‍‌ only territory that‍ enjoyed peace and‌ prosperity was Asagrim,⁠‍​ in the north.​​​

Trade​​⁠ became more active⁠‌ day by day,‍‌ the people overflowed⁠‍⁠ with vitality, and‍‌⁠ the army was⁠‌ powerful.

Lately,‌ moreover, the revelation‌ of the legacy‍‌ of the northern‍‍​ royalty was attracting​ new talents.

However,​‌ despite enjoying a peace that anyone⁠ would envy, the‍‌‌ atmosphere in Asagrim⁠ was not good.⁠

Lucian’s‍ benefactor, the hegemon​ of the north⁠‌ and a giant​‌ of an era,⁠‌‍ was about to‍‌‌ leave this world.​

“Sir⁠⁠⁠ Eisen.”

“…Your‌ Excellency.”

At⁠⁠‌ Lucian’s call, Eisen,⁠​ lying in bed,‌​ half-opened his eyes.‌⁠‍

Even⁠ responding seemed to​‌ take effort; his⁠ voice was rough‍​ and broken.

There​‌‍ was no trace‍‌ left of the‍‌ Swordmaster who had⁠‍​ once surpassed hundreds⁠‍ of knights.

“Are⁠ you feeling well?”​‌

“No.‍ It seems I don’t have much‍‌ time left.”

“….”​

At‍⁠ Eisen’s calm reply,⁠⁠⁠ Lucian did not‌ know what to⁠​ say. Eisen smiled⁠‌ gently, as if⁠⁠ he needed no‌‍ answer.

“Could⁠‌⁠ you call Felicia?”⁠​

“Of​ course. Please wait‌ a moment.”

Lucian​ gestured to the​‍ servant at his​‍ side. The servant​​​ bowed slightly and,​‍‌ as soon as‌‌⁠ he closed the‌‌⁠ door, ran off.‍‍​

A moment later, footsteps⁠‌‍ reinforced with magical‍‌ power could be⁠‍ heard in the⁠ distance.

Bang!​‍​

“Father!”​‌

“Shh.”​

When⁠‍ Felicia burst the⁠ door open, Eisen⁠ raised a finger⁠⁠​ to his lips.​

That‌ simple gesture made​ Felicia’s chest tighten‌​⁠ with pain. He⁠​ barely had the​‌‍ strength even to⁠ scold his daughter’s⁠​ reckless actions.

“Sit‌‍ down.”

Felicia‌ dragged a nearby​⁠​ chair over and⁠‍ sat down without‍‍‌ saying a word.‌​​

Eisen‍ watched her in⁠ silence for a long while. Finally,‍ the Swordmaster opened‌‍⁠ his mouth.

“Felicia.”⁠​⁠

“Yes,⁠‌ Father.”

“I‍ have failed as‍ a knight.”

“Sir​⁠​ Eisen.”

Eisen‍‍​ shook his head⁠‍ toward Lucian, who‍‍ was trying to‍​ intervene.

The​‌⁠ expression on his​​ face made it‍ clear that this‌⁠ was not the‍ time for consolation.​​

Lucian‍‌ was forced to​​ remain silent, and​‍ Eisen continued.

“They​ say that half⁠‌⁠ of a life‍ is decided by‍‌ how one lives,​⁠​ and the other‍ half by how‍‌⁠ one dies. Seen​​ that way, the‌⁠‍ end of my‍⁠ life has been​ truly clumsy.”

“….”⁠‍

“I‍ couldn’t protect my​‍ lord, I wasn’t‌​​ even able to‍⁠ recognize who killed⁠​ him, and I couldn’t even avenge​‌​ him with my⁠‌ own hands, leaving​​⁠ it instead to⁠ Your Excellency. It⁠​‍ is truly shameful.”‌‌​

‘But‍‌‍ his life was​ truly brilliant. He‌ served Valdeck for​⁠ three generations, magnificently‌‌ protected two heads​​ of family, and​‌ left his name⁠ in history. He‍⁠‍ only made a very small mistake‍‌ at the end.’​‌

Lucian⁠ wanted to say‌ that, but he​‍‍ could not. Even⁠ if he said‍‍‍ it, it would⁠​ be no consolation​ to Eisen.

“Do‍​ not become a knight like me.”‍

“Father…”‍‌

“Protect‍ Your Excellency. Protect​‌ him no matter⁠ what. I am⁠⁠ not telling you​‌ to become a great knight. If,‍​ even while having‌ power to spare,‌⁠‌ you lose your‌‍ lord because of‌‍​ a moment of‌‌ foolishness, you will‍‌⁠ end up shedding‍ tears of blood.”⁠⁠

Instead‍‌ of answering, Felicia⁠ tightly gripped Eisen’s​‌ hand.

Feeling‍​‌ the iron determination‍‍ transmitted through her⁠​ fingers, Eisen smiled⁠‌⁠ gently.

“Good,‌​ that is enough.⁠ As long as‍ you do not‍ forget that weight,‌ you will not​ fail as I did.”

“….”‍​⁠

“Just​‌ one more thing.”⁠​⁠

Eisen‍ paused briefly and⁠ caressed the calluses‌ on Felicia’s hand,⁠‌‌ as if tracing‍‍ the marks he⁠​⁠ had left in⁠‌‍ this world.

“Although⁠ I failed as​⁠⁠ a knight, I succeeded as a swordsman. Because I was able to​‍ leave behind such‌⁠ an exceptional heir.”​‌

“…!”‌‍‍

“Do‌ not cling to‌ my shadow. Show‍⁠⁠ the world who​ Swordmaster Felicia is.​ I no longer‍​ wish to remain​​ in this world⁠⁠ as a Swordmaster,​ but as the‌‍ father who raised⁠ the strongest Swordmaster.”‌‌​

At‍⁠‌ those words filled‍‍‍ with affection, burning​ tears streamed down​‍ Felicia’s cheeks.

At​ first, the relationship​‌‌ between father and‍ daughter had begun‍‍ to secure Felicia’s⁠ identity, as she‌ was an illegitimate‌⁠ child, and to​‌ sever ties with⁠‍ the house of​ the Marquis of​ Roglan.

But​⁠ even if there‌​⁠ were any blood⁠‌ ties, there would⁠⁠ be no one‌ who could become‌⁠⁠ Eisen’s true daughter​⁠‌ as Felicia was.‍⁠

All‌⁠​ the more so‍⁠‍ if it is‍​ said that a child is the​⁠‌ reflection of their​‌⁠ parents.

After‌ holding Felicia’s hand‍‍‌ tightly for a long while, Eisen‍‌ turned his gaze⁠ toward Lucian.

“Your​​ Excellency.”

“Yes.”‍‌‍

Lucian‌‌​ silently awaited Eisen’s‌ next words. Surely,‌ as with Felicia,‍‍ he would offer‌⁠ some valuable advice.⁠‌‍

But​​ what he heard​​ exceeded all expectations.‍

“Fulfill‍​‌ your great work.”‌

“…!”​⁠

Lucian‍​⁠ felt his breath‌ stop. Eisen had⁠⁠‍ served the Valdeck‍⁠⁠ family and the​ Empire throughout his‌ entire life.

And⁠ now, that very​ Eisen was affirming‍‌⁠ Lucian’s ambition.

He‍ was telling him‌‍ to fulfill his​‌ will, even if⁠ that meant bringing‍ down the Empire.‌‍‌

They‌‌ were words completely⁠‍ opposed to the​ values he had​⁠⁠ followed his whole​⁠​ life.

Feeling‌‍ the weight of⁠ those words, Lucian⁠‍‌ replied in a trembling voice.

“I⁠‌ will. No matter⁠⁠‌ the cost.”

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