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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 163

Chapter 163

‘But​ one thing is⁠ one thing, and‌ another is another.’‌​

Joshua​‌ was no longer‌‍‌ the naive fourth​⁠ young master of‍‍ the past, but‍‍‍ the head of‍‌ a family bearing‍‌ the full weight​ of responsibility.

No​‌⁠ matter how much​ pity he felt,​​ he could not‌​ tear out the‌​‍ pillars of his‍‌ own house just​‍‍ to help a brother.

Even‍ less so if‍⁠​ that brother could‌⁠ become a threat‌‍‌ to his family.​‍‍

“I⁠ sincerely regret the‍‍ misfortune you’ve suffered,‌⁠ brother. If I could help you,‍​​ I would gladly⁠⁠ do so. But​‍ the truth is⁠‌ that I have‌ no leeway at⁠ all.”

“I⁠ don’t know whether​‌ you’re saying that‍‍‌ from the heart‍‌ or just making⁠​​ excuses. From my⁠‌ point of view,‌ this is a prosperous and peaceful‍ territory.”

“And‌⁠⁠ why don’t you⁠‌ mention that the‌⁠‍ military power of⁠‌ that peaceful territory‌‍​ is pitiful?”

At​‌‍ Joshua’s remark, Tristan‍⁠​ fell silent.

As​‌⁠ he said, the‍⁠ military strength of⁠​‍ the territory Joshua​‍ governed was extremely‍ weak.

No​ matter how elite​‍‌ his troops were,‍‌ the five hundred‌​‌ soldiers Tristan had‌‌‌ brought were enough‌‍ to apply pressure.⁠‍​

“The​ reason this land‍ looks rich is⁠⁠‌ that, until now,⁠ almost nothing has⁠​ been invested in​ armaments. While the⁠⁠ Empire was at​⁠ peace, that was⁠ acceptable. But that​‍‌ abundance is over.”‌⁠

“Are​‌⁠ you planning to‍ expand the army?”​⁠​

“Not⁠​​ out of ambition.‍⁠​ To survive. Don’t⁠​​ we live in⁠ a world where,⁠‍‍ if you show‍ weakness, you’re devoured‌⁠ in an instant?”‍‍

With⁠​ the arrival of​‌ chaos, Joshua no‌​ longer had any​⁠‌ alternatives.

In⁠ fact, hastily trying‌​ to organize a standing army now⁠​‌ was already too⁠ late.

The‌‌ neighboring territories had⁠ been reinforcing their‍ forces for quite​ some time and‌‌ had become far​ more powerful than​⁠‍ before.

“I‍⁠‌ thought this would‌‍‍ all be nothing⁠ more than a temporary confusion, that​⁠‍ peace would soon⁠​⁠ return, and I avoided reality until​ it reached this‌​​ point. Now I can’t put it‌‍ off any longer.”​​

The⁠⁠ price of reacting‌ late had been‌​⁠ far too high.‍

While​ he hesitated, the‌ costs required to​ create an army‌⁠ had skyrocketed.

An​‌ army had always‍⁠ been a bottomless​ pit for money,⁠‌ but current expenses‌‍⁠ were beyond comparison‍ with the past.‌‍

“Just‌ to gather a minimal force capable‍​⁠ of defending the‌ territory, I’d have‌ to sell off‍ the luxuries in⁠⁠ my own house.​ With a situation​⁠ like that, how‍⁠‍ do you expect⁠ me to help​​ you?”

“If‌⁠​ you want, I can protect your⁠ territory in your‍‌ place.”

“Ha.”‍⁠‌

Joshua‌ let out a hollow laugh at​‌ Tristan’s proposal.

He⁠​‌ didn’t know whether⁠ Tristan was speaking‌‌ seriously or shamelessly‍ scheming.

“Brother,⁠‌​ I’m not an‍​⁠ idiot. Where have‌​ you ever seen⁠ someone so stupid‌‍ as to bring​ foreign troops into​ the heart of⁠ their own home?”⁠‌

Entrusting‌⁠ defense against external‌⁠​ enemies to others​ was equivalent to⁠‌ offering up one’s​‍​ own throat.

Even​‌‌ if it were‌ genuine goodwill, it⁠‍‌ was already suspicious.​‍

And​⁠ to leave the​‌ defense in the​ hands of Tristan,​​ who urgently needed​ a base of⁠ his own?

It​‍ would practically be‌ serving the territory⁠‌‍ to him on‌⁠​ a platter.

“If​ you truly want‌‍ this territory, then‍‌ kill me right‍‌ here and take​​ it. As long‌‌‌ as I’m alive,‍ I will never⁠⁠ hand my land‍​‌ over to others.”⁠​

“…It‍‌ was just a proposal. Don’t react⁠‍​ so extremely.”

Faced⁠‌‍ with Joshua’s gaze,‌ prepared to die‌‌ if necessary, Tristan⁠ averted his eyes.​‍‍

The⁠‍‍ truth was that,‌⁠​ if he followed​⁠​ his desires, he⁠​ could overthrow Joshua‍⁠ and seize the⁠ territory without much‌ difficulty.

His‌​‌ soldiers were already⁠ inside the fortress.​

But​​ doing so as​‌ a guest would‌‌ completely destroy his​‌ reputation and make‍‌​ him an object‍⁠​ of universal contempt.‍

It⁠ would give the‌‍​ other barons a pretext for war‌ and, moreover, he‍ would lose his‌​‍ legitimacy as an​‌‍ heir of Valdeck.‌

Seeing​​ Tristan remain motionless‍‌​ for a long⁠⁠⁠ time, trapped between⁠⁠​ impossible choices, Joshua⁠‌ frowned.

“To‍‍​ be honest, I don’t understand why‌⁠ you came to⁠‍ ask me for​​ help in the⁠⁠⁠ first place. Don’t⁠ you have a brother in the‌ north with far‌‍⁠ greater resources than​ mine?”

“Lucian.”‍

Tristan’s​‌ eyebrows trembled.

A useless man who,​⁠ after losing his​‌ mother, had spent‌ an entire year​‍‌ locked in his⁠⁠‌ room begging for‌‌‌ his father’s attention.⁠‌‍

However,‍​‌ during that seclusion‍ he had completely‌ changed and emerged⁠‍‌ as a strong‍ candidate for heir.‍‍

That‍ the third son,‍​ whom he had​ never paid attention‌‍‍ to, had become‍‍‍ a dangerous rival‍‍ didn’t bother him‍‍ that much.

Even​​‌ Tristan had to​‌‌ admit that Lucian’s​ achievements back then‍‍ had been extraordinary.​​‍

But‍⁠⁠ now, when support​‍ was more necessary‌⁠‌ than ever, those​‍ memories only made​⁠ him hesitate.

‘The​‌‍ third’s true talent​‍​ isn’t just recognizing‍⁠ valuable people or‍‌​ making bold decisions.‍‌⁠ It’s his ability‌ to design the⁠⁠ board he wants​‌ and draw up‌ a grand plan​‌‌ that always ends​​ up benefiting him.’⁠

Looking‌​‌ back, Lucian had​​‍ always obtained favorable‌ results for himself.‍​

Even⁠​​ actions that seemed⁠‌‍ foolish in the‍‍ short term ended‌​​ up being judged‌ as wise decisions‌⁠ over time.

And⁠ every time, Tristan‍​ could do nothing‌‌ but be surprised‍‌‍ and admire him.​

Thinking​ about it now,​ that wasn’t a good sign.

It‌ meant that he⁠‍ had never managed⁠‍ to surpass Lucian,‍ not even once.‍‍

‘If⁠‍ only I had⁠​ managed to decipher​‍ even one of‌ his plans, I wouldn’t be so‍⁠‍ uneasy. But until‌‍‍ the very end,⁠‍‌ I was never⁠‍ able to catch‍‌⁠ up to him.’⁠⁠⁠

Even​ if they met‌⁠ now, it would⁠ probably be no‍ different.

Whatever‍‍​ Lucian’s plan might⁠ be, Tristan wouldn’t​ be able to⁠‌​ grasp his true‌ intentions.

Worse⁠‌ still, he could​ end up asking​⁠ for help only‍⁠‍ to be dragged‍ into Lucian’s schemes.‌

That‍⁠‌ was why he​​ had tried to⁠​ avoid it at⁠‍ all costs.

‘But⁠‍⁠ there’s no alternative⁠ anymore.’

If⁠‍ things continued like​​ this, he wouldn’t⁠‍ even be able​‍ to maintain the‌ army he had⁠ left.

Before⁠‍⁠ losing everything, he​ had no choice‌​‍ but to go‌‌‌ ask Lucian for​‌ help.

Going​ directly might look‍‍‌ like a plea,‍​ but just now‌⁠⁠ a suitable pretext‌​‌ to visit the⁠‌ north had arisen.‌​​

“Now‌ that I think​ about it, Sir​ Eisen was recently⁠‍​ received into the​‍​ bosom of the‌ Eight Gods. As⁠ his disciple in​ the sword, I must go pay​ my respects. And​⁠ while I’m at⁠ it, seeing the​​​ third’s face wouldn’t⁠ be bad either.”​⁠

“That’s‌ exactly what I was saying. I’m‌‌ far too busy‌‌ to go, so‍ please convey my‌​‌ greetings to Brother⁠ Lucian.”

Noticing⁠ that Tristan seemed‍⁠ ready to leave,​‍ Joshua spoke with‌ evident relief.

For‌⁠ him, his older​‍ brother leaving as‌​‍ soon as possible‌​ was the best​ outcome he could⁠ hope for.

After​ thinking for a moment, Tristan nodded‌ and headed for‍‌‍ the exit.

“Thank‍​ you for the⁠‍ hospitality. I’ll be‍ leaving.”

“I​‍​ won’t see you‌‍‌ off. Have a safe journey.”

With​ the dry sound​‌ of the door​ closing, Joshua let‌ out a deep⁠ sigh.

He‌⁠ was exhausted after⁠‌​ facing an older⁠ brother who, at‍⁠ any moment, could‌​ lose his reason‌​ and try to⁠ seize his territory.‌‍‍

The‍​ visit had been‍ like a bolt‌ from the blue,‌⁠ but thanks to⁠⁠‍ it Joshua had​‌ learned a crucial​​ lesson.

“…I‍​ must not skimp​‌‍ on money when⁠​‌ creating a standing‍ army.”

In​​‍ chaotic times, lacking‍‍​ power was a sin in itself.‌

And​​‌ no one could⁠‌​ stop the strong‍​ from doing whatever⁠‍​ they wanted to‌⁠‌ the weak.

***‌

“Are‍⁠ you the blacksmith⁠ called Malcolm? The‍‌‍ one who claims⁠ to be able‌ to work fairy​ metal?”

“Y-yes,‌⁠‌ Your Excellency!”

Malcolm‍‌ immediately prostrated himself,‌⁠​ his face completely‌‌ pale.

He‍‌ had never imagined⁠ that in less‌​‌ than a day‍​ he would end‌​​ up having an​ audience with the‌⁠​ duke.

The‌​ mere fact of‍‌⁠ standing before a noble of such‌‌⁠ high rank—someone he‍⁠ never thought he‌​‌ would exchange words​​ with in his‍‌ entire life—made his‌​​ body tremble.

Before‌ him stood an‍ absolute ruler, someone⁠​⁠ capable of razing​ a city with‍‍‍ a single gesture.‍‍​

Even‍​ Malcolm, who had​​​ endured all kinds‌⁠⁠ of trials throughout‍​‌ his life, could⁠‍​ not help but‌ tense up in‍‌‌ front of the‌‍​ king of the​‌⁠ north.

“How⁠ curious. I thought​⁠ all forging techniques⁠‌​ for ancient metals⁠​‍ had been lost.‌ How did you‌‌⁠ learn that method?”​

“Because​⁠‍ my ancestors left‌‌‍ the forging method⁠​‍ written down in​ books, I was​ at least able‌‌‍ to review it.”⁠​

“Books?​‍‌ Then you’ve never‌‍‌ forged it with⁠⁠⁠ your own hands?”‌⁠‍

“That’s‌ correct.”

“Hm.”⁠

Hearing‍⁠ Lucian’s thoughtful tone,⁠⁠ Malcolm swallowed.

He‌‍​ had been honest​ out of fear⁠⁠‍ of the consequences⁠​‍ of lying, but​ if the duke‌⁠‌ was disappointed here,⁠‌ everything would be​‌‍ over.

If⁠‌​ he was not​ an experienced blacksmith​ in ancient metals,​​‌ they could simply⁠ take the method‌​​ from him and‌‌ cast him aside.‌​

“I’ve⁠​⁠ prepared a forge‍ inside the inner‍​ castle. How about‌⁠ trying to refine‍‌⁠ the fairy metal⁠ there? I’ll warn‍ you now—it doesn’t‌ matter if you⁠‍⁠ fail.”

“Eh…?⁠​⁠ Y-yes!”

The​⁠⁠ duke’s tone was​‌‍ surprisingly light.

For‌‌⁠ a moment, Malcolm‍ was stunned by​‍ that calmness, but‍ he quickly came‍‌ to his senses⁠‌‌ and replied.

Satisfied‌‌ with the answer,​​ the young duke‍‍ smiled and stood‍ up.

“Good.⁠⁠​ Then let’s begin‌​‌ right away. I’ll⁠‍ guide you myself.”‍‌

Malcolm‍⁠‌ stared blankly at⁠​‌ the duke’s retreating‌⁠‍ back, then followed‍ him as if​ bewitched.

Several​‌ knights, lined up​​ on both sides,‍⁠‌ escorted them closely.‍

Before⁠⁠‍ long, upon reaching⁠‍‍ a corner of‌​ the inner castle,​‌ an absolutely perfect‌ forge appeared before⁠​ Malcolm’s eyes.

Hammers,​ an anvil, tongs,⁠‌​ a furnace—everything was‍​⁠ of the highest‌​ quality imaginable.

Even‍​‍ a clumsy apprentice‌‍ could forge something‌​ decent by striking​⁠⁠ iron in a place like this.⁠‍⁠

“What⁠ do you think?‌‍​ I did the⁠‍ best I could.‍ I don’t know​‍⁠ if it’s really‌ suitable, since I know nothing about⁠ blacksmithing.”

“…It’s⁠‍​ a forge far‍‍ too good for‌⁠‌ someone like me.”⁠⁠‍

Malcolm‌​​ replied with complete‌ sincerity and slowly⁠​ stepped inside.

The‌ furnace was already‍⁠ lit, as if⁠​ prepared in advance,‍​⁠ at an ideal⁠‍ temperature.

He‌⁠ took a deep​‌‌ breath and picked‍⁠ up the violet-colored⁠‍ ingot before him.‌​

‘Fairy​‌ metal.’

One‌​ of those metals​ that, in the⁠​‌ past, had tormented‍ him so much‌‍ with hope and‍‍ despair at the‌‌‌ same time.

Holding​ in his hands⁠‌ that hope which‌​‌ had once been‌ shattered, he felt​‌‍ a knot tighten‌⁠​ in his chest.‍

Forcefully‌ suppressing his emotions,⁠⁠ Malcolm firmly closed​⁠⁠ his eyes and‍‌ placed the fairy‍ metal into the‌‌‌ furnace.

Whoosh!‍⁠​

The‍ metal heated instantly,⁠‌⁠ turning red.

At‍‍ a glance it⁠​ looked no different⁠ from an ordinary​ iron ingot when‌ heated, but Malcolm‍⁠ did not take​ his eyes off‍ it for even⁠ a second.

When‌‌ the color of‌‍⁠ the metal began‍‌ to turn white,‍ he pulled it‌ out with the‌​​ tongs and plunged‍​ it into water.​⁠

Hiss!​

“W-what​⁠⁠ the hell is‍⁠⁠ he doing!?”

“He‍‍ hasn’t even forged​ it and he’s​⁠ already quenching it!”‍‍

Seeing‍‍​ Malcolm’s action, several​ knights behind the‍​ duke shouted in​ horror.

Quenching​ in water was‍​​ only done after‍ the forging process,⁠​‍ after hammering the‍‌​ metal.

But⁠ Malcolm had heated‍‌‌ the ingot and,‌‌ without striking it‌​ even once, cooled⁠​ it directly in⁠ water.

It‍‍​ was a process​‍ that completely defied‍‌ all known common⁠​‍ sense.

Ignoring​‌ the exclamations around‌⁠⁠ him, Malcolm pulled‌⁠‌ the metal out⁠‍‍ of the water.‌‌⁠

As‌‍ soon as he⁠ confirmed that its⁠‌‌ color had changed‌‌ slightly, he swung⁠⁠ the hammer without⁠⁠‍ hesitation.

Clang!​‌⁠

“How‍⁠ absurd. If you’re⁠‌ going to forge⁠⁠ it, you should⁠‍ heat it again.”​‌

“What⁠ does he intend​‌ to achieve by‌ striking metal that’s‌⁠ already cold?”

Not⁠‌‍ only would he⁠‌​ fail to obtain⁠ the desired shape,​‍ he would only​ end up breaking⁠ it.

And​‌ just as they‌ said, after only​‍‌ a few blows,‌‍​ cracks began to​⁠ appear all over​ the fairy metal.​​⁠

“Tsk,‌⁠‍ tsk… I knew​​​ it would end⁠‍ up like this.”‍‌

“He’s‌‍⁠ going to waste​⁠ such a valuable​ metal.”

Despite‌⁠ the metal looking⁠ as if it⁠‍ were about to‍ fall apart, Malcolm‌​‌ showed not the‌‌ slightest trace of⁠​ panic.

On⁠‍ the contrary, he‍‍‍ kept hammering relentlessly,‌ as if he⁠ wanted it to⁠‍ break apart completely.‍‍

After‌⁠⁠ about ten minutes⁠⁠ of hammering, the⁠⁠​ knights finally noticed⁠​⁠ something strange.

“…Why⁠ isn’t it breaking?”⁠

No‍ matter how much‌​​ he struck it,‌​ the metal only‌ cracked, but did‍⁠​ not crumble.

It⁠ was as if⁠ something were holding‍‍‍ it together, preventing‌‌ the cracks from​​⁠ fully separating.

After‌‍‍ hammering for a while longer, Malcolm‍ once again placed‌ the now crack-covered‍⁠​ metal into the‍​‌ furnace.

Fwooom!​​

“Hup!”‌⁠‍

The‍‍‍ instant the furnace‍‍⁠ swallowed the cracked​​⁠ metal, a burst⁠‍ of flames shot‌‍‌ skyward.

It​‌ didn’t look like​‌​ mineral was burning,⁠​ but rather as​​⁠ if someone had​ thrown an entire‍⁠​ bucket of oil⁠ into the fire.⁠⁠

The​‌ flames, burning fiercely,‍‍​ began to change​⁠ from red to​‍ a deep blue.​​‍

“Ah…”​‍

Seeing‌‌⁠ that color, like​‍ the sky just​⁠‍ before dawn, a tear rolled down‌ Malcolm’s cheek.

Everything⁠ before him matched​‌‍ exactly what was‍ written in the‌​‍ books inherited from⁠‍ his ancestors.

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