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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 164

Chapter 164

‘An‍ ancient metal forging‍‍​ technique passed down‍ from generation to‍​⁠ generation?? Incredible! Then​⁠⁠ a legendary weapon‌ will be born⁠‍ soon! Of course,⁠‍‌ as long as⁠⁠ you actually have‍‌ ancient metal in​⁠ your hands, hahahaha.’⁠‍​

‘Hey,‌‌‌ don’t mock him‌‌​ so much. It’s‍⁠ the only thing⁠‌ he can brag‌‌‌ about. What if‌ he gets depressed​‍ and ends up​‌ hanging himself?’

‘Wow,⁠ that was a slip-up. Just in‌⁠⁠ case I ask,⁠ you’re not really‍‌⁠ thinking of hanging‌⁠ yourself, right? You‍‍ have a son—take‌‌ care of that⁠ body.’

Memories⁠​​ of the past,⁠‍‍ when he had​‌ become the laughingstock‌‍ of his former‌⁠ associates, passed before⁠⁠‍ Malcolm’s eyes like‍​​ a carousel.

The‌ faces of those‌​​ who had looked⁠ down on him‌‍ with mocking smiles⁠‌⁠ remained vivid in​ his memory even⁠ now.

Memories‍⁠ that, whenever he‍‌​ recalled them, hurt‌ as if someone​ were twisting a knife in his‍ chest.

And​‌ yet, despite recalling‌ all of that,‍⁠‍ he felt no⁠ pain at all.‌

It⁠ was as if‌​‍ those deep blue‌​⁠ flames had reduced‍‌ to ashes all‍‍​ the knots he‌ carried in his‍ heart.

‘…It’s‌‌ not over yet.’‌⁠‍

Malcolm​‍ tensed his legs,‌ which threatened to⁠ give out.

He⁠​‍ had released resentment⁠ accumulated over decades,​ yes, but he​ still had an⁠⁠‌ obligation left.

The‍⁠‌ obligation to prove​‌ to the world⁠‌ the value of‍⁠ the knowledge his‍ ancestors had passed‌‌ down from generation​⁠ to generation.

When‍⁠‌ the deep blue⁠⁠ flames began to‍​ grow lighter, Malcolm​⁠‌ once again pulled‍⁠ out the fairy‍‌‌ metal with the​⁠ tongs.

The‍‌⁠ ingot, covered in​‍ cracks, shone with‌ a hypnotic beauty,‌ like an egg​‌⁠ that held blue​ fire within.

After‌​​ checking its condition,⁠ Malcolm finally began‍‌‌ to strike it‌‌ with the hammer.⁠‌

Clang!​

Clang!‌

Clang!‍⁠‌

With⁠ each blow, a clear sound rang⁠​ out, and the‍‌‍ fairy metal began‍ to slowly change​​‍ shape.

Seeing⁠​​ the ancient metal​‍ deform amid flying‍‍ sparks, the knights’​ eyes widened.

In​‍‌ the midst of‌​ a silence heavy​ with awe, Malcolm‌​ repeated the processes‍‍​ of forging, welding,​ and quenching over​ and over again.⁠

The​ method was still⁠‍ chaotic, but unlike‍⁠‌ before, no one⁠⁠‍ dared to say⁠‌ anything.

They‍‌⁠ had already witnessed​‌​ with their own‌ eyes how the‌‌ fairy metal was‌ transformed through a process that defied‌‍ all common sense.‍⁠‌

Hiss!‌

After‍​⁠ a long time⁠‌ hammering the metal,‌‌ Malcolm carried out‍​‌ the final quenching.⁠

When​⁠‌ the dense steam‌‍‌ dissipated, what emerged‍​‌ from the water‍⁠ had taken the‌​ shape of a sword.

A blade without a hilt, without a guard, and without⁠‍ a pommel.

Even‍ so, just by‍‌⁠ virtue of its‍⁠‌ color, reminiscent of‌ the night sky,‍‌ the blade was⁠ extraordinarily beautiful.

Malcolm​ held the sword⁠‌ he had created⁠ with both hands​ and presented it​⁠ to the duke.​‌‍

“It’s​⁠ finished.”

The⁠⁠⁠ young duke, Lucian,​ took the blade‍ in silence.

He‌‍‌ swung it through‌⁠‍ the air a couple of times,‍​​ then exclaimed with​​‍ complete sincerity.

“Excellent!”​​

At‍​​ that single word,‌​ Malcolm burst into‍‍​ tears.

In‍ that instant, decades‌ of frustration were‍‌‌ repaid all at‌ once.

***​‌‍

‘This⁠​ is a monumental⁠‍ stroke of luck.’⁠​

Lucian‍ did his utmost​​ to suppress the‍ smile that threatened‍​​ to spread across⁠ his face.

He‌⁠ had organized a blacksmith competition to‌​‍ uncover the forging​⁠⁠ technique of ancient‌ metals, but, to‌ be honest, it‌‌ was not a particularly effective method.‌​

It‌‌⁠ depended entirely on⁠ instinct and talent.‍‌

‘Although,⁠ to be fair,‌‍ there was no​‌​ other alternative, and‍ even if I discovered it this‌‌ way, the road‌⁠ would be arduous.’⁠

Techniques‍ obtained purely through​⁠‌ intuition took an⁠ extremely long time​ to systematize.

In‍ the worst case,⁠​ the slow pace⁠‌ of research and‌⁠⁠ the high costs‌‍‌ could render them‌‌‌ useless in practice.‍​‍

And​‍‌ yet, there existed​ a book that​⁠ had organized the​​​ forging technique of⁠ ancient metals in‌ a systematic manner.‍‌​

‘This‌​⁠ blacksmith may be⁠‍ skilled, but achieving​​ immediate success with‌​ a technique described​‌‌ only in text‍​ proves that the⁠‍​ method is extremely‍‌⁠ well structured.’

In‌ other words, if⁠⁠ that technique were⁠ taught to other​ blacksmiths, they could‌‌ mass-produce weapons in​ a very short‌​‌ time.

Moreover,‍​ he had gained⁠‌‌ a blacksmith who,⁠ although lacking prior​⁠‍ practical experience, understood⁠ the theory better‌‍ than anyone.

He⁠‌⁠ had obtained both​ invaluable knowledge and‍⁠ someone capable of⁠‍ passing it on.⁠‌‌

It​‌⁠ was impossible not​‌‌ to feel satisfied.‌​

“Malcolm.”​‌

“Yes,​ Your Excellency.”

“I‍ will employ you‌‌ officially. From now⁠‍‌ on, you will‍ have the authority‍‍ to inspect all⁠⁠‌ workshops in Asagrim,​‌ and when dealing​​‍ with blacksmiths, you‍ may act in⁠‍‌ my stead. This‌⁠​ position has not‍​‍ existed before, so‍‍⁠ we will call​​‌ it Master of​‌ the Furnace.”

“…!”​

Malcolm’s​‌‍ body trembled with​⁠⁠ emotion, but the‍ words that followed‍ left him stunned.‍

Although‌‌⁠ limited to artisans,​ he was being⁠‌ granted the authority​​⁠ to represent the‍​ duke.

In⁠‌‌ practice, it meant⁠⁠ absolute power within⁠ the world of​‍‍ blacksmiths.

“The⁠ position of Master​ of the Furnace​⁠‌ will be lifelong,‌⁠​ and you will⁠ be exempt from​‌ the death penalty​ unless you commit‍‍⁠ a crime equivalent⁠‌ to treason. If⁠‍ you choose to​ retire while alive,‍ you will also‍ have the right⁠‍ to recommend your​ successor.”

“I…‌‌ Your Excellency…”

Something‌⁠ caught in Malcolm’s⁠ throat.

He‍⁠ had succeeded with​​ the fairy metal,​​‌ but even so,‍‌ it was his‌‍ first time working​⁠ with an ancient‍ metal.

Once‍ the technique was​‍ mastered, there would​ be no need‍⁠ to rely exclusively‍⁠​ on him, and‍ yet the treatment‌‌⁠ was extraordinarily generous.‍​

For‌ the first time‌⁠⁠ in his life,‌ Malcolm felt true‌ loyalty.

He‌ struck his forehead‍⁠ against the floor​‌​ and shouted.

“Thank‌⁠ you, Your Excellency!​ This old man‍ will devote the​‌​ rest of his‌​‌ life to serving‍⁠‌ you with all​⁠ his strength!”

“Good.⁠​ I look forward‌‌‌ to what you‍ will accomplish from‌‍‌ now on.”

Lucian‌‍​ patted him on​ the shoulder and‍‍ smiled deeply.

‘The​ one who should⁠‍ be grateful is⁠‌ me.’

The​​ treatment Lucian offered⁠ Malcolm was, without​ a doubt, excessive⁠​ for a mere‍ blacksmith.

But‍ no matter how⁠‍‌ extraordinary it was,‍‍ it was still‍​‌ a position tied‍‌ to Asagrim.

With⁠​‍ a single word,⁠ Lucian could revoke‍‍‌ everything.

Even‌‍ the clause regarding⁠​‌ the death penalty​‍‌ merely meant that‍ he would not​ be executed, not⁠ that he would‍⁠‌ go unpunished.

If‌ he committed a crime deserving of‌ death, he could​‌ save his life,‌​‍ but not the‌​ rest.

‘Though‌⁠​ if he becomes⁠ intoxicated with power‌⁠​ without understanding the‌​​ context of my​ words, he will‍‌​ have to bear‌ the consequences.’

Of⁠‌‌ course, it would‌ not be bad​⁠‌ either if Malcolm‍‌‌ maintained that loyalty‍⁠‌ and worked diligently‌ until the end‌‍⁠ of his days.‍​⁠

He‍⁠‍ more than deserved⁠⁠ the position of‍‌ Master of the‌ Furnace for the⁠⁠​ achievements he had⁠‍⁠ attained.

Furthermore,⁠ when Malcolm’s story‌⁠ spread, others would‌ be willing to‍‌ trust Lucian and‌​‌ offer up their‌‌ own treasures.

That‌‌‍ would only make​ Asagrim prosper even​​⁠ more.

In​ any case, Lucian⁠ had nothing to⁠ lose.

“Come‍​ on, get up​ already. You’ll have⁠ plenty of work⁠⁠‍ ahead of you.⁠​ Are you planning‌‌ to stay kneeling⁠ on a cold​ floor? What if​ you fall ill?”⁠​

“Your‍​⁠ Excellency…!”

Unaware⁠​​ of Lucian’s true​ thoughts, Malcolm silently‍⁠ swore as he‌ felt the duke​ himself help him​ to his feet.‍

He‍‍ swore to devote⁠ the rest of⁠ his life to​ repaying the kindness‍‌‌ of that young‌ duke.

And‍ he swore to​ reveal without reservation⁠‍⁠ all the visions‍ and knowledge inherited​⁠​ from his ancestors.⁠

***‍

After⁠​ obtaining the forging​ technique of ancient‍⁠ metals, Lucian decided‍‍‌ to conceal Malcolm’s‌‍‍ existence for the‌‍‌ time being.

Once​ the competition had​​​ been officially announced,⁠ it could not‍ simply be canceled⁠⁠‌ just because he⁠ had already found‍ the talent he​​‍ needed.

In‌‌​ any case, if‌ the competition was​⁠ going to be‌​⁠ held, it was‌⁠​ better to postpone⁠‌ any news that​‌ might discourage the⁠​ participants.

‘And⁠‌ with a bit⁠‍ of luck, perhaps​​​ someone else like⁠​⁠ Malcolm will appear,​ someone hiding a secret technique.’

After‍ assigning a residence‌‌ within the palace⁠ to Malcolm and​ his son, Lucian​ appointed as his‌ escorts the knights‌‍ who had directly‍⁠⁠ witnessed the forging​ of the fairy‍ metal.

It‌⁠ was better to‌​ entrust his protection⁠​‍ to those who‌⁠ knew his true​⁠‍ value, rather than‌ ordering knights who​ knew nothing to​‍⁠ protect a mere‌ commoner.

As‍ expected, the knights⁠⁠ who had seen‌ the forging with⁠ their own eyes⁠ accepted the mission‍​‍ without the slightest‍⁠​ complaint.

“Even‍​⁠ if he’s a commoner, he’s a blacksmith capable of⁠⁠​ refining ancient metals.‌ If we speak⁠ of the value‍​⁠ of a life,‌⁠​ he’s probably more⁠⁠ valuable than any‌‍⁠ of us.”

“If‍​ it comes to‌⁠​ that, we’ll give⁠ our lives to‌​​ protect him. For‍​ the future of​ His Excellency the​​ duke and of‌ Asagrim.”

“…It​​ won’t be necessary​ to go that‌ far. We’re inside⁠ the palace, so​⁠⁠ just make sure​⁠ to protect him⁠​‍ well.”

Lucian‌‍⁠ replied with a somewhat awkward expression‌​ at the knights’‌‍ fervor.

It⁠ was good that⁠‍‍ they were motivated,⁠‌ but it was‌‍ also not advisable⁠​​ for them to⁠⁠ treat a simple⁠ security measure as⁠⁠‌ if it were⁠​ a top-priority mission.​

After‌​ calming them down​ and sending them​​​ off with Malcolm,‍‍⁠ Lucian summoned Hans.‌​

“How​‍⁠ are the Black​⁠ Lions who joined​ recently? Are they‌​ adapting well?”

“Yes.‌‍ After all the​ effort they went‌ through before being​‌ formally admitted, they​ seem to be‍‍ enjoying their rest.‍ Lately, they frequently‍‌ meet with Sir‌ Raymond.”

“They‌‍ worked together for‍‌‍ a long time.‌ It’s natural that‌ they have much‍‍ to talk about.”​

Raymond⁠​ and the four​⁠⁠ Black Lions who‍⁠‌ had arrived recently⁠‍⁠ had once been⁠ part of Lucian’s‍ escort team.

They‌​‌ would not have‌⁠‍ been assigned together​ without reason; it⁠‍ meant they had​ demonstrated excellent coordination‌​‌ in numerous missions.‍‍

“They’ve​ known each other‍‌⁠ far longer than⁠ they’ve known me.‍​⁠ Their bond must⁠‍‍ be deep, so⁠​‍ as long as‌ they don’t interfere​​ with Raymond’s work,‍‌ leave them be.”‍‍​

“Understood.‌‍‍ And also… we​ recently received a rather… discourteous request‌‍​ from outside.”

“Discourteous?”⁠​

“The​‌ messenger of the​​ first young master,⁠ Tristan, came to⁠⁠ inform us that‍ he plans to​⁠ visit Asagrim soon‌‌ to pay his​‌ respects to Sir‍‍ Eisen.”

“Just​‌ as I expected.”‌

Lucian​ had already heard⁠​​ that Tristan’s situation⁠⁠‌ was not good‍‍‌ and that he‍ was seeking sponsors.​

According‍‍​ to the rumors,⁠⁠⁠ even the support⁠ of his maternal​ grandfather had been⁠ cut off, so​‌ he must have⁠‌ been quite desperate.‍

At‌‌ that moment, the‌‌ only one who‌⁠ could afford to⁠​ help him was​ Lucian, so it‍​ was natural that‍​⁠ he would try‍ to rely on⁠‌​ blood ties.

However,⁠‌​ Hans was not‍ finished.

“The​​‌ problem is that​ he will not​​‌ come alone. He‍ has requested to​​ come accompanied by‍​ five hundred soldiers.⁠⁠ In truth, more⁠ than a request,​​ it was practically‌‌ a notification.”

It‌⁠ was an absurd‍‍ demand.

Even‌‍ if it were⁠‍‍ a small force,‌⁠⁠ bringing armed troops⁠‌ into another lord’s‌⁠​ territory was a grave discourtesy.

And⁠‌​ doing so under‍​‍ the pretext of‍⁠⁠ attending a funeral,‍ as a mere​⁠ mourner, was even‌ worse.

“Five‌ hundred soldiers…”

Rather‌​ than erupting in‍ anger at such‍⁠​ an ill-considered request,​⁠ Lucian let out‌​⁠ a brief laugh.‌

Not⁠ because the number‍‌⁠ was insignificant, but‌ because he understood​ Tristan’s desperate situation,‍ having nowhere to‌⁠ station those troops.⁠

‘Without⁠‍‍ territory of his‍‍ own, he has​⁠ nowhere to quarter‌‍‍ them. And even⁠‌ if he found‌⁠‍ a place, it’s​‌‍ doubtful the army⁠‍ would remain intact⁠ while he’s away.’‌⁠

Tristan⁠‌⁠ was already struggling⁠​ to maintain even‍⁠⁠ that small contingent,‍ which was why‌⁠ he was traveling‍‍‌ from place to‍ place seeking support.‌

Leaving‍ his army, the⁠ only pillar sustaining‍ him, to travel‌​‌ to another region​ was a dangerous⁠‍ gamble.

No⁠ matter how disciplined‍ the troops were,⁠ they would most‌ likely disperse in​​ a short time.⁠​

‘Either‌‍‌ he accepts harsh​ criticism for bringing‍⁠‌ troops to a Swordmaster’s funeral, or​‌ he protects his​‌ honor and gives⁠​‍ up ruling as‌⁠​ the leader of‍​ a faction. A true choice between‍‍ two deaths.’

Tristan​⁠ truly had no‍‍⁠ alternative.

Disbanding‍⁠​ the army would‌‍​ mean losing even‍‍‍ the slightest chance‍⁠‍ of independence he​⁠ still possessed.

Sensing‍‍ his situation, Lucian⁠ formed a bitter​⁠⁠ smile.

“Tell⁠⁠​ him to come​​​ with all of‌‍ them.”

“Are‍​ you sure? Even‍‌⁠ if it’s only⁠ five hundred, it’s‌​ still an external⁠‌‌ military force.”

“It‍⁠‍ doesn’t matter. They‌‍ won’t be able‍ to do anything‍ in Asagrim anyway.‍​​ And it would‌ be worse if‌‌​ Tristan collapsed completely‍ because we forbade‍‍⁠ it.”

If‍ Tristan lost even​ that army, he‍ would have no​​ way to recover.​

He‍ would end up⁠ being absorbed by⁠​⁠ another faction or‍ losing his life.‌

Lucian‍⁠ preferred to avoid​⁠ that outcome as⁠⁠⁠ much as possible.​‌‌

‘There‌⁠ are still things⁠‍ Tristan must do​‌⁠ for me.’

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