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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 162

Chapter 162

‘Wow…’​

The‌‍ moment Malcolm sensed‌ Vincent’s gaze, he​​ immediately understood that‌⁠‍ his son had⁠​​ made a mistake.‌‍

Unlike‌​ him, who had‍‍ been through all‌ kinds of situations‍⁠‍ in life, his‌⁠ son was still​‍ young and not⁠‌ accustomed to this⁠ kind of conversation.⁠

If‍‌ he tried to⁠ clumsily hide the‍‌⁠ secret, it was‍‌⁠ inevitable that it‍‍⁠ would show on​​ his face.

Just‌‍ as he expected,‌ Vincent formed a peculiar smile and‍​ spoke.

“So​ even if you​​‍ fail at forging,‌​ what matters is‌​‌ trying, because that’s​‍ what makes a blacksmith? Admirable. And‌‍ yet it seems⁠​‍ you don’t even‌‌ have money for‌ the return journey,‌ and still you’re‌ willing to spend‍​ everything just for⁠⁠ a chance.”

“…How​‌ many things in⁠‍ this world can‌ one be certain⁠‌⁠ of succeeding at?​ Sometimes you have​⁠​ to bet everything‍​‌ just to get‌⁠ the chance to‍‌​ try.”

“Very‍ true. The sad​​‍ thing is that⁠⁠ one almost never‍​‌ succeeds on the‍ first attempt.
And‍‍ yet, for some‌​‌ reason, I have​‌‌ the feeling that‌ you will manage⁠‌ to forge something.”‌‍​

“…!”⁠‌​

Even⁠‌ Malcolm, who until‌‌‍ then had kept⁠⁠‌ the conversation as⁠‌ calm as possible,‌⁠‍ could not hide​‌​ his bewilderment.

Was‍ it possible that,‍‍‌ with just a few phrases, Vincent‍‌ had grasped exactly‍ what his son⁠​ reacted to?

He⁠ knew he was‍‌⁠ facing a seasoned‍​‍ knight, but he‍⁠ had not imagined​ him to be‌​ so perceptive.

‘This​‍‌ is bad.’

Malcolm‌​ felt his back‌​‍ soak with cold‍⁠⁠ sweat.

In‍‌‌ the past, that​⁠ knowledge had only⁠‍‌ been a source‍ of ridicule, but‍ now it concerned‌ a forging technique‍‍‌ for ancient metals‌ turned into treasures‍⁠⁠ of incalculable value.​‌

If‌‌ the knight before‍⁠ him discovered that‌‍ Malcolm possessed that‍ method, he did​ not know how‌‌ he might react.‌‍

In‌​‍ the worst case,‍⁠ he might try‍⁠⁠ to kill father⁠ and son to​​ seize the secret.​‌

Just‍‍ as Malcolm was​​‍ seriously considering flipping‍​ the table and‌⁠⁠ fleeing immediately, Vincent‍‍ spoke again.

“Forgive⁠​⁠ me. My tone⁠ may have caused‌ a misunderstanding. Even‌⁠ if you have‍​⁠ some secret, I have no intention‌‍ of forcing you‌​ to reveal it.‍‌⁠ So relax a little. You look⁠‌‍ like you’re about⁠‌‍ to kill someone.”⁠‌

“…”‌‍‍

Even​⁠⁠ so, Malcolm did⁠⁠ not lower his‌‍ guard.

As​ long as Vincent⁠⁠ kept his hand‌​ near the hilt‍​ of his sword,⁠‌ everything could end‍‍ in an instant‍ if he changed​⁠ his mind.

Finally,​‍‍ Vincent clicked his‌⁠ tongue and decided⁠ to speak frankly.⁠

“Since​ I see that‌‍ you don’t trust⁠⁠‌ me, I’ll tell​⁠⁠ you the truth.⁠‌ We didn’t come⁠⁠​ only to pay‍​ our respects to‍ Sir Eisen. We‌​​ also came to⁠​⁠ request a position​ in the service​⁠ of Duke Lucian.”‍​‌

“…?”⁠‌

Malcolm​⁠​ blinked, bewildered by‍‌ the sudden revelation.​⁠

It​‌‌ did not seem‍ that the duke⁠‍‌ was in need​ of knights, much​​ less that someone‌‍⁠ could apply so​​‍ lightly without recommendations‌ or connections.

Noticing⁠​‍ Malcolm’s expression, Vincent‌‌​ gave a bitter⁠⁠ smile.

“The‍‍ truth is that‌​ in the past‍ I had a brief connection with⁠‌​ His Excellency the‍⁠ duke. It was⁠‍‍ short, but at⁠⁠ least enough that,​​ if I request‍‍ an audience, he⁠​​ won’t reject me‌⁠‍ outright.”

“…!”⁠

“The‍ problem is that‌‌ it’s not a relationship that guarantees⁠ favorable treatment. There’s⁠⁠⁠ a good chance‌‌ the duke will​ reject my request,‍‌ so I wanted‍‍‌ to secure an⁠⁠‌ alternative.”

“An⁠​ alternative…?”

“For​‍​ example, earning his⁠ favor by recommending⁠ him an exceptional⁠ blacksmith.”

Then⁠​​ Malcolm understood.

At‍​⁠ this moment, the‍ duke needed someone⁠ capable of refining​‌⁠ ancient metals.

If​ Vincent found such‍‌ a blacksmith and‍ presented him to​‍‍ the duke, the​‌ merit would be​⁠​ his.

“I‍​ don’t think it’s‍ an unfavorable proposal⁠​ for you. If⁠ you have the‍ skill, wouldn’t it​⁠ be better to⁠ show it directly​‍‌ before the duke⁠⁠ rather than competing‍‌ in a public‍‍ selection?”

“Hmm…”⁠⁠‍

Malcolm‍ fell into deep⁠ thought at such‌​ an unexpected proposal.‍

It‍‍ was true that,​‍⁠ if he could​​ demonstrate his talent​‍ directly before Lucian,​‍​ there would be​ nothing better.

Unlike‍​⁠ a competition, a single failure would⁠ not mean the​ end.

The‍​‌ duke would probably⁠​‌ give him some‍⁠ time to see‌⁠​ whether he could​​‌ produce real results.‍‌​

And⁠ if he managed‌‍ to show even‍‌⁠ a small advance‍⁠‌ while that patience⁠ lasted, the recognition‍⁠ would be immediate.⁠‍

‘The​​‍ problem is whether‌​‌ I can trust‌‌ this knight.’

Although​ Vincent spoke with⁠‍⁠ apparent frankness, no‍ one could know⁠⁠⁠ another person’s true‍‍ intentions.

Accepting​‍ a good offer⁠ without caution could⁠ lead them into‍⁠​ an even more⁠ dangerous situation.

But‌ at the same‍‌⁠ time, rejecting it‍ did not guarantee‍‌ that they could‌‍⁠ leave safely.

“…Then,⁠ could we see‌⁠‌ the duke immediately?”‌⁠

After‌‍​ thinking it over⁠⁠ for a long​⁠​ time, Malcolm proposed​​⁠ what he considered⁠⁠‍ the best possible‌ compromise.

If‍​ Vincent truly had​‍ a connection with‌ the duke, it‌ would be enough‌⁠​ to request an‍⁠‌ audience to verify‌ it.

If‌‍⁠ he hesitated or​⁠ dodged the answer,‍ they would flee‍‌ immediately.

Vincent​‍‍ smiled at the⁠ question and nodded.‍

“As‍​‍ soon as my‍‌ companions who went​‍ outside return, we’ll​⁠ go request the​ audience.”

***​‍​

“What?‍ The Black Lion⁠ has come?”

“Yes.‍‍ They say their‍‌​ names are Vincent​⁠ Daegil, Widro, Jude,‍ and Martin.”

Upon‌‌⁠ hearing those names​ after so long,⁠‌ Lucian’s eyes opened⁠⁠ wide.

Weren’t‍‍ they the ones⁠ he had traveled‌⁠ with to Bornholm‍‌​ by order of⁠ Duke Sigmund?

He‌ had thought they‌​​ would not meet‌ again unless he⁠‌‍ himself advanced to​​‌ the gates of⁠‍‍ the Valdeck house,​ and yet they⁠ had come first.​​

“They​​‌ say that Your​ Excellency would only⁠​ know their names,‍⁠ so they did‍‍ not mention their‌ surnames. There is‍ a possibility that​‍ they are impostors…”‌

“No,⁠‍ that matches. When‌‍​ I met them,‍ I only heard‍‍‍ their names. In⁠​⁠ fact, that’s what‌‍ gives me certainty.‍ Bring them in‍‍‍ immediately.”

At​‍ Lucian’s order, the‍ administrator bowed his⁠ head and moved‍‌ quickly.

Soon‌ after, four familiar‍‍‌ faces, with whom‌‌​ he had shared⁠​‍ adventures long ago,⁠ appeared before Lucian.⁠‌

“It’s​⁠‍ been a long‍‌‍ time, Your Excellency.‌ Do you remember​​‍ us?”

“How‌‌​ could I not?‌‍ It really has​‌‌ been a long‍⁠ time. It feels‍‌⁠ like yesterday when⁠⁠⁠ we set out⁠​ together for Bornholm.”‌‌

“For‌​ us as well.‍​​ Is Raymond, the​ captain, doing well?”⁠

“Too​ well, for his⁠‍ own good. And‍​ you? Have you‍ been well?”

“…Unfortunately,‌‍‍ no. Since the​‍⁠ second young master‍‌‍ proclaimed himself head‌​ of the family,‌​ everything fell apart.”​⁠

Vincent‌​‍ let out a deep sigh and‌‌‌ began to recount⁠​ the hardships they​​ had endured up‍⁠ to now.

How‌‌‍ Jordi showed not​⁠ the slightest respect‌⁠⁠ for honor or‍⁠‍ appearances.

How‌​‌ the Black Lion⁠​ had become a private organization serving​‌ exclusively his interests.‌

And‌​ how they, unable‌​‍ to endure the‌​⁠ corruption into which‍ Valdeck had fallen,‍‌⁠ had decided to‌ leave.

“We‌⁠ still don’t regret‌ that decision, but⁠​‌ the reality is​ that now we’re‍​‌ suffocating from lack‍‍ of money. That’s⁠‌‌ why, though it‍‍ embarrasses us, we’ve​ come to rely​​‍ on an old‍‌ connection and present‍ ourselves before Your‍ Excellency.”

“I‌‌‍ see. You’ve come⁠​‌ to ask me⁠⁠​ for a position?”‌‍

“Yes.‌ It’s an impudent‍ request, but…”

“Understood.‌​ Swear loyalty here‍‍⁠ and now.”

“Eh?”​‌​

The​‍ immediate response, without‍⁠‌ the slightest hesitation,​⁠ left Vincent and‌‍ the others completely‍‌⁠ dumbfounded.

They​ had come prepared​‌‍ for a cold‌​‌ and outright rejection,⁠⁠ but this was‌‍ far too easy.​‍

“Your‌ Excellency… are you‍ sure?”

“Sure‍⁠ of what?”

“Of‌​ accepting us. At‍‍ this moment, Your​‌⁠ Excellency is pursuing​⁠ a great cause,​ and if word⁠‍‌ spreads that you​​ have taken in​​ the Black Lion,‌‍‍ it could affect‌‍​ your reputation…”

“Affect‍⁠‍ it, you say?”‍

Lucian⁠‌ let out a mocking laugh at⁠ Vincent’s concern.

From⁠⁠ his point of‍ view, it was‌ practically meaningless.

‘No‌​‍ matter how much​​ one values pretexts​‌⁠ and legitimacy, everything​⁠ has its limits.’‌​

In⁠‌⁠ chaotic times, there‍‍‌ are no loyalists‌‍ without the slightest​⁠‌ stain.

Trying​ to be perfect⁠ and rejecting even​‍ what could be⁠​​ beneficial only leads‍‍ to ending up‌ as a faithful​​⁠ servant annihilated by​‍ vile intrigues in‍ the history books.⁠‍‌

Moreover,​⁠ the Black Lion‍⁠ were top-tier knights,⁠‌‌ skilled both in‌‍ combat and in‍ shadow operations.

Rejecting​‌​ such talent just‌⁠‍ to maintain a clean image would​​ be proclaiming to​ the world that⁠ one is an‌⁠​ idiot.

“Stop⁠ saying nonsense and‌ swear loyalty right⁠ here. Once you’re⁠ done, I’ll put​⁠ you to work⁠⁠ immediately.”

“Y-Your‍ Excellency…”

“You‍‍⁠ must be tired,‍‍⁠ so for the⁠‌​ next month, rest‌ well. I’ll prepare​ lodging for you​‌ in the White‌ Castle. Ah, and​‌ as compensation, I’ll‍‌‍ advance you two‍ months of salary.‍​ Use it for‍⁠ whatever you need.”​

Faced‍ with such generous⁠‌‌ treatment, far beyond⁠ what they had‍ expected, Vincent and​⁠⁠ the other members​ of the Black‍ Lion looked at‍⁠ Lucian with reddened​ eyes.

For‌​‌ an instant, the‍⁠ face of Duke​⁠⁠ Sigmund seemed to​ overlap with Lucian’s.‌

Vincent​​ was about to​‍ kneel right then‍⁠⁠ and there and‍‌ swear loyalty, but‌‌ there was still‍ something he had‍‍ to convey.

“We⁠‍ are deeply grateful‍‌ for such undeserved‍‌‌ treatment, but before‍‍‌ swearing loyalty there⁠ is information we‌ must pass on​ to you.”

“Information?”⁠

“At‍​⁠ an inn in‍ the outer city,⁠ we met a blacksmith who claims⁠‌⁠ to be able​ to work fairy‌ metal. More precisely,​ he says he‌‌ has inherited, generation‍‌​ after generation, a book with forging‍​ techniques. Isn’t that​ the kind of⁠‍ talent Your Excellency⁠‍‌ is looking for?”⁠‍

“…!”​‍‍

***‌

“So‌‌ you can’t help​ me with anything?‍⁠ Not even to⁠ avenge our father?”​‌​

“Elder‍⁠‍ brother, please calm‌‌​ down. What do​‌ you want me​⁠ to do if​​⁠ I have no⁠‍ way to help​​ you?”

Joshua,⁠​⁠ who had once⁠‍‌ been the fourth⁠ young master of‍‍⁠ Valdeck, was on​​​ the verge of‌‍ madness.

He⁠‍ had thought he⁠ barely escaped Jordi,‍ only for Tristan‍ to burst in‍ now demanding money.​​‌

‘Damn⁠⁠‍ it… if it‌⁠ were up to​⁠ me, I’d tell⁠​ him to get⁠‌‌ lost.’

But⁠ Joshua’s eyes cautiously‍‌ shifted toward the‌‍⁠ outside.

Beyond‍​ the window, the​⁠ spears and swords‌ of the army‌⁠‍ Tristan had brought⁠‍ gleamed under the‌ sunlight.

If‌‍‍ he gave in​​ to anger, those⁠‌​ weapons would turn‍⁠ against him.

As​⁠‍ repugnant as the‍ situation was, if‌ he didn’t want⁠‍‍ to die, he‌⁠ had to choose‍⁠ his words carefully.⁠​

“I‍‌ can hear the‌‌‍ gears turning in​ your head. Are​⁠ you looking for‍​ an excuse to​‍‍ throw me out?”​

“Please,‍‌ have mercy. There⁠ really is nothing⁠‍ I can do⁠​‍ for you. What​‍​ do you expect​⁠‌ from such a small baronial house?”​​⁠

“You⁠ exaggerate too much.‌ From where I stand, you seem‌ quite comfortable.”

With‌⁠​ a sharp smile,⁠‌‌ Tristan ran his⁠ hand across the‍⁠‍ ebony table.

It‍ was silent pressure—there‍ was money for‍‌ luxurious furniture, but‌⁠ not to help‍‌​ him.

Unable​⁠⁠ to bear that⁠ pressure any longer,​​‍ Joshua exploded.

“I⁠ didn’t buy that!‍‌​ It was my‌​ maternal grandfather, the​​‌ former head of‍‌ the family! Now⁠ you’re going to⁠‌ use furniture bought⁠ decades ago as‍‍‌ an excuse to‌‍ ask me for⁠ money too?”

“The⁠ former head of​​‍ the family…”

Upon⁠‌ hearing those words,⁠⁠ Tristan closed his‌⁠​ eyes.

The​ difference between Joshua’s‌‍ situation and his​‍ own was far​⁠ too cruel.

“So‌⁠‍ now you’re a baron. Impressive. Despite‌ being expelled by‍‍‌ Jordi, you managed⁠ to recover and‌⁠⁠ inherit your maternal‌ family.”

“…I‌⁠​ was just lucky.​ If my maternal‌ uncle hadn’t died​ of illness a few years ago,​‍‌ none of this‌‌ would have happened.”⁠‍‍

“Exactly.⁠​ Your luck is​⁠​ extraordinary. Unlike mine.”‌‌‌

Joshua‍‍ could not respond​‌ to Tristan’s bitterness-laden​‍ voice.

And​ it was no‍⁠ wonder.

Tristan​‍ had witnessed with⁠‌​ his own eyes‌‍ the death of‍ Duke Sigmund, had​ been stripped of‌ the position of‍ head of the‍ family, and even⁠ his mother, Veronica,‌​ had been captured.‌‌

To‍ make matters worse,‍ recently his maternal​​⁠ grandfather had died,‍⁠ and an uncle‍​‌ with whom he‍‌​ had a poor⁠​​ relationship had taken‍ control, cutting off‌ any support from​‌ the maternal family.‌‌‍

The‌ difference with Joshua,​‌​ who had escaped‍‍‍ together with his​‍⁠ mother and even​⁠ inherited the title,​ was abysmal.

‘I’ve⁠⁠ even heard rumors⁠ that Lady Veronica​ died long ago​‌ and that Jordi​ is just hiding​​ the truth…’

They‌⁠‌ were only rumors,⁠‍ but Joshua felt⁠‍ they carried more⁠‍ credibility than they​⁠ seemed.

If‍ Veronica were still‌ alive, Tristan would​ not be throwing‌‌⁠ himself so fiercely​‌ against Valdeck.

At⁠​⁠ the very least,​​ he would have⁠ restrained his fangs‍⁠ for fear of​​ endangering his mother.⁠

That​⁠ he still attacked​‌‌ head-on could only‌⁠ mean that the‌‌‌ rumor was true,​​ and that Tristan⁠​⁠ knew it as‍​ well.

Seeing​‍ the fall of⁠⁠ the one who‌ had once been‍​ considered the principal‌‍‍ heir alongside Lucian,⁠‌ Joshua could not‍⁠ help but feel‍⁠ deep pity.

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