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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 168

Chapter 168

Malcolm‍‌ swept his gaze​‍ over the blacksmiths⁠‍‌ advancing alongside him⁠‍ and murmured to‍​ himself.

‘They​ all look so‍ confident and full‍​ of assurance. There‌‍‍ isn’t even a trace of fear‍⁠​ or doubt on‍‌‌ their faces.’

Surely‍⁠ it was because,⁠‍ in addition to‌‍ pride in their‌‍ skills, each of⁠​ them had their‍⁠‌ own theory about⁠ the metal.

And​​⁠ in fact, those⁠ theories had probably‌‍‍ worked to some⁠​ extent, and the‍‍⁠ people around them⁠​ had praised them​‍ as competent blacksmiths.​‌

Otherwise,⁠⁠ they would not‌ be able to​‍‌ appear so convinced​ of their success.‍‌

After‍‌⁠ all, simply by‍​​ observing a person’s​​ usual demeanor, one​​⁠ can infer, even​ if only roughly,⁠ what kind of‌‌ life they have‍‌‍ led.

In‌ the blacksmiths, that‍ air typical of‍ those who had‌‌‌ advanced along a path of success⁠ without knowing much⁠‌​ frustration was clearly​‍​ visible.

‘How⁠ ironic… Among everyone⁠⁠‌ here, I’m the⁠‍ only one with​​⁠ slumped shoulders.’

A bitter smile formed​​ on Malcolm’s lips.​

It​‌ was absurd that⁠ he, who knew‌‍​ the secret of⁠‌ fae metal, acted⁠ more cautiously than⁠ those blacksmiths who⁠⁠‌ relied only on‍​‍ theories assembled to⁠‍ suit themselves.

It⁠⁠​ was undoubtedly the⁠ result of having‍‌‌ endured countless hardships‌​⁠ over many years,⁠ which had turned‍‌ caution into a habit ingrained in⁠ his body.

‘Before,⁠⁠ I wouldn’t have‍‌‌ cared at all‍⁠⁠ about others’ gazes,⁠‍ but now it’s‌⁠ different. From the‍⁠​ moment His Highness⁠ appointed me Master‍⁠⁠ of the Furnace,​⁠‌ a position that‍ is more than‍​ I deserve, I must display dignity⁠‌ befitting it.’

If​ he did not‌​ demonstrate the ability‍‍ and authority appropriate‌⁠ to the position​​‍ of Master of‍​ the Furnace, people​‍ would eventually begin‍‍ to doubt Lucian’s‍‌ judgment.

For‍‌ the sake of⁠‍⁠ Lucian, who had​ placed his trust⁠⁠ in him, Malcolm‍‌ had to abandon‌‌‌ that timid attitude.‌​‌

He​⁠ straightened his shoulders​‌‍ with determination and‌ took his place‌ before the forge‍​ alongside the other⁠​ five contenders.

Then‌⁠‍ he recalled the‌‍ orders he had‌‍⁠ received beforehand.

— You will participate‍ in this competition⁠⁠‌ as one of‍ the contenders. Of‌ course, your position​⁠‌ as Master of‌‌​ the Furnace will​‌ remain, so don’t‌‍‌ worry too much.​‍

— Does that mean​ I must prove‍ to the others‌​ that I have​​⁠ what it takes⁠⁠ to be Master‌ of the Furnace?​⁠⁠

— Rather, I want‌ you to serve‌‍​ as an example‍ before everyone. You​ will show the⁠ process of creating‍⁠ fae metal step‌‍ by step, in​ full detail.

— What? If I show the entire‍⁠‍ refining process, won’t‍‍‍ everyone try to​ imitate me?

Lucian’s‌​ original goal with‌‍‌ this competition had‍‌‍ been to select‌⁠ a blacksmith capable‍ of refining fae​​ metal. But if⁠ the process were​​​ shown openly, how‍ could one distinguish​ between a true‍ genius and someone‌​ who merely knew‍​ how to copy?‍

At⁠⁠ Malcolm’s doubt, Lucian⁠ shook his head.‌

— From the moment⁠​‍ you arrived, my​ objective was already⁠​ fulfilled. What I need now are⁠⁠⁠ people capable of⁠ absorbing your teachings‍‌ quickly.

— My teachings…?

— In addition to⁠‌ your duties as‍‍ Master of the​‌⁠ Furnace, I plan‍‌ for you to⁠ be in charge​ of instructing blacksmiths⁠‍‍ in the techniques​ for refining ancient‌‌ metals.

— Ah!

At​​‌ that moment, Malcolm‍ understood Lucian’s plan.⁠‍⁠

Before,‍‍ the goal had‍ been to find​⁠ a brilliant blacksmith​ as an alternative‌ solution, since no‌‌​ one knew the⁠ techniques for refining‍​ ancient metals.

But⁠‍‍ the situation had‍‌ changed when Malcolm​​ brought with him⁠⁠⁠ the book containing​⁠ the refining method.⁠‍‌

If‌ one had the‍​ method, it was⁠ far better to⁠‍ secure several outstanding‍ talents than to‌⁠ rely on a single genius.

— This is an​ era in which​‌‌ we must manufacture​ large quantities of​‍ weapons and armor⁠⁠‌ to equip soldiers‌‍ immediately. We have⁠⁠ to make the⁠​ most of what‌‌⁠ we have. There⁠ is no time‍ to calmly support​‌⁠ the research of‍‌ a single genius.‌​

— You are absolutely​‍‍ right. This old​‌⁠ man asked a foolish question.

— If you understood‌‌ what I said,⁠ then you also​⁠ know what you​ must do from⁠‍⁠ now on.

— Set an example,‍‌ observe the work‍⁠⁠ of the others,​‍‍ and select the​ blacksmiths who quickly‍ grasp my teachings​‌ and can apply​ them immediately.

— Exactly.

“The​​‌ competition will begin‍ shortly, so blacksmiths,​‌ prepare for refining!”‌

At​ the knight’s shout,‌​‌ Malcolm and the​​ other contenders took‍‌ their positions before‍ the forges.

Soon⁠ after, the sound​‍ of the whistle⁠‍​ announcing the start​‍​ of the competition​​ rang through the‌ air, and the⁠‌⁠ blacksmiths began to‍‍ move.

***​

Those‍⁠⁠ who volunteered to‍ attempt the first‍​ challenge alongside Malcolm‍​ were brimming with‍⁠ confidence.

How‌ many years had​‍ they worked metal?‍‌‍ How many pieces‍⁠ had they bent‌ and shaped with‌ these hands?

No​‍ matter how ancient⁠​‌ or legendary it‌ might be, as‍‌ long as it‍‍‍ was still metal,​ the method should​​ not differ all​ that much.

But‌‌​ that confidence collapsed​⁠​ in a matter⁠‍⁠ of moments.

“W-why?!⁠​‍ Why the hell⁠ isn’t it working?!”‌‍⁠

“According​⁠⁠ to my theory,⁠​ a change should​‍ have occurred by⁠ now…!”

“It​ won’t even crack!‍⁠⁠ It doesn’t move​‍ at all!”

If​ the refining had‌‍ failed and resulted‍‍ in a disastrous‍ piece, they would​ have felt shame,‌​⁠ but not despair.⁠​

At⁠‌ least they would​‍ have tried to‌‌‍ create something with⁠ their own method​​ and failed in​⁠​ the process.

The‌‌‍ problem was not‍​‍ the failure itself,​‍ but that they‌⁠⁠ could not even⁠ change the shape⁠ of the metal.‍​‍

No‍ matter how much⁠‍ they put it‍‌ into the furnace​​ and worked the​ bellows, it did​⁠‌ not soften in⁠ the slightest, leaving⁠‍​ them with no‌​​ options.

Just⁠​ as the contenders​⁠‍ who had advanced‌‍ with such confidence‍⁠‌ began to give​​ up one after​​‌ another, stopping their‌ hands—

Fuaaaash.‍​​

“Huh…?”‍

“What‌⁠ is that?”

The‍⁠​ eyes of the⁠‍ spectators, who had​ been watching Malcolm’s​​ workshop attentively as⁠‍ if they had​‍⁠ been expecting it​‍ all along, opened⁠ wide.

The‌ other contenders also‍ turned their heads‌⁠ belatedly and stared‌‌ at the changing​⁠⁠ flames.

Despite‍ the gazes converging‍‍ on him from⁠⁠⁠ all directions, Malcolm⁠⁠ did not blink⁠‍⁠ even once as‌ he drew out‍ the fae metal.⁠‌

Clang!‌ Clang! Clang!

“I-it’s​ changing! It’s changing‍‌⁠ shape!”

“By​​ the gods… a legend right before​ my eyes…!”

Amid​‌⁠ the commotion, the⁠‌​ fae metal slowly‍ began to change​ shape.

People‌⁠ watched with eyes⁠⁠ bulging, determined not​‍ to miss a single movement of⁠​ Malcolm’s work.

And‍ soon, upon seeing​ a process that⁠ completely defied common​ sense, they were‌‌ left gaping.

The​ hammering and assembly⁠​ did not differ‌⁠ much from working‍‍⁠ ordinary metal, but​​‌ the heating and⁠ tempering phases were‍‍ extraordinarily strange.

With‌ normal metal, that‍ method would have‍‌‍ caused it to​ shatter at any​‍⁠ moment.

Yet​⁠⁠ Malcolm continued working‍ without the slightest‌ hesitation, as if​‌​ that chaotic method‌‌ were the most‌‌ natural thing in‌‍⁠ the world.

Whoosh.​‍

When‌​​ he finished the​ final tempering, Malcolm​‍​ drew out the⁠⁠ sword blade. The​ final polishing and‍ the hilt were​‍‍ still missing to​⁠ complete a sword,​‍⁠ but that was​⁠ secondary.

In‌‌‍ this competition, it​‍‍ was enough to​⁠ refine the fae‍⁠ metal into a blade.

“It’s‌ finished.”

“Hmm.”‍​‌

The‍​⁠ knight nodded silently‍ and accepted the​ blade made of‍‍‍ fae metal.

Since‍‍ it was a task he had​⁠ already performed before,‍​ it was clearly⁠⁠‍ far more refined⁠ than the first​​ sword he had​​​ forged.

When​‌‌ Malcolm handed over⁠⁠‌ the blade and​⁠⁠ withdrew inward, the​ knight shouted to‍‍ the other contenders.‌​

“Do‌ you yield?”

“W-wait‍ a moment! This‌‌‍ is too—!”

The‍‍‌ word “unfair” nearly‍ slipped from their⁠​‌ throats. Unlike them,​​ who had participated​ directly and had‌‌⁠ been unable to‌‍​ observe the process⁠‍ properly, those who⁠ had stayed behind‌⁠‌ as mere spectators‍​⁠ had been able‍​⁠ to see everything.‍​⁠

Thus,​⁠ the only ones‍‍‌ who benefited were‌‌‌ those who had‍ kept to the​‍ sidelines like cowards.⁠‍‌

But‍​​ it had been​ they themselves who,‍ having the option‌ to wait, volunteered⁠‍ as the first​​​ contenders.

Now​⁠‍ they could not‍​​ even open their⁠​​ mouths to make⁠‌‍ excuses, trapped in‍‌⁠ a feeling of‍‍ despair.

Amid‌‌⁠ the heavy silence,‍ the knight spoke‍‌‌ again.

“I⁠ don’t know what​‌​ problem you encountered,⁠‍‍ but if you⁠ wish, I will⁠‌ give you another​ chance. Try again‌⁠ at the end,⁠ after all the​ contenders have gone.”‍‍‍

“What?​ I-is that possible?”​

“According‌​ to the rules,‌‍‌ it shouldn’t be.‍‍ But the duke‌‌ has granted special‌‍​ permission. Only the​‍‌ first contenders will​​⁠ be allowed to‍‍ retry.”

“……”⁠

Upon‌ hearing that order,‌⁠ which seemed to‍‌ have been anticipated​ from the start,​‌‍ the blacksmiths understood⁠‌ the truth.

They⁠​ had been nothing‌‍‍ more than extras‍⁠​ from the beginning.‍‍‍

That‌‌‍ blacksmith who had‌ managed to handle⁠‍‍ the fae metal‍ had already been​‍‌ employed by the‍⁠‍ duke for some⁠⁠⁠ time.

***​‍

Even‍‌ after understanding the‍⁠​ truth, the blacksmiths​‍ did not leave.‍‌

The‌​‌ fae metal had⁠ demonstrated from the‍​ very first attempt‍‍‌ that its refining‌​‌ method was completely​‌ beyond common sense.‌

If‍ they had tried‍ to refine it⁠​‍ using the methods⁠⁠‌ they had originally⁠ conceived, they would‍​ only have proven⁠‌​ a miserable failure.‌‍​

Now,‍⁠ however, they had⁠⁠​ been able to​ observe from beginning​⁠ to end the​‍ work of a blacksmith who knew‌ the method.

Although‌ the probability of​‍‍ success was still​⁠ low, unlike before,‍⁠​ they now at⁠​⁠ least had a basic framework.

‘So​ what if I’m‌⁠‍ not the first?⁠‌ Just striking the​ legendary metal is‌​ the greatest honor‍⁠⁠ possible.’

‘Even‍⁠​ if it’s from⁠​​ the lowest position,⁠ if I work‍‍ here, I’ll be​ treated like a master in any⁠‌ other region afterward.⁠​⁠ I can’t let‌⁠ this opportunity pass.’​⁠‍

‘Honor​ or not, I don’t care whose‍‌ orders I’m under.⁠ I want to⁠​ forge a legendary‍‍‍ weapon with my‍‍‍ own hands at⁠ least once!’

Some‍ sought honor, others​ power, and others‌ simply wanted to​ satisfy their desire‌ as blacksmiths while‌‌ striking the fae⁠ metal.

Although‍​ they had observed‍⁠ the entire process,⁠‌ they had only⁠‍​ seen it once,​ and without knowing‌‌ the theory in‌ detail.

As⁠ expected, most wasted⁠​⁠ the fae metal‍​ with clumsy work‌ or failed to‍ forge a decent⁠ sword.

Even​ so, among them‌ there were those⁠ who succeeded, and⁠ naturally they became⁠​ candidates to be‍ Malcolm’s disciples.

During⁠ the days the‍‍ competition lasted, Malcolm‍​ completed the fae-metal⁠​ sword and presented​​ it to Lucian.​

“Your‍ Highness, the sword⁠‍‍ is finished.”

“Good.”‍

Lucian⁠ swung the finished‌⁠⁠ sword a couple‌‍ of times and‍ then handed it‌⁠‍ to Felicia.

She​‍ received the fae-metal‍ sword, examined it​⁠‍ briefly, and formed‌​ a faint smile.⁠​​

“Not‌⁠ bad. It’s short,‌⁠ but it doesn’t​‍ vibrate, and the‍‌‌ center of gravity‌‌ is well balanced.​‌ You can fight‍ with this without⁠‌ any problem.”

“Huh?‍⁠ Fight?”

At‍ those unexpected words,​‌ Malcolm flinched and​‍⁠ looked back and​‍ forth between Felicia‌‌ and Lucian.

He‌⁠‍ believed this sword‍‍⁠ was only for​‌‍ the ritual in​⁠​ honor of the‌‍ Swordmaster, not for‍‌ actual combat.

“Your‌‌ Highness, what I made is a ceremonial sword, not⁠ something to be‍‌ used in combat.”‍​‍

“But‌​ it seems perfectly⁠⁠​ usable. You underestimate‌‍ your own skills​ too much.”

“Well,‍ for an ordinary‌ forge it would​ be more than‍⁠ sufficient, but…”

Malcolm‍‍⁠ hesitated, unsure where​​‌ to begin explaining.‌ Felicia was not‍⁠ just any mercenary,‌ but the heir‌​⁠ to the Swordmaster.‍​

A knight of her‍ level should wield​‍ a sword befitting‍​ her prestige.

Perhaps‍​ reading his thoughts,⁠ Felicia spoke.

“I​​ understand what you’re​‌⁠ thinking, but don’t​‍ worry. I’m not‍ the type to‍‍​ be overly demanding‍​ about swords.”

“But‍‌‌ this sword doesn’t‍ suit you at​​⁠ all, Felicia. At‍ the very least,‌‌ it would have‍‍ been better to‌‍ forge it with⁠​ a length suited​ to your height…”‍

“Do⁠ you think I’m‍‍ a knight incapable‌​​ of demonstrating my​‍​ skill just because‍‌⁠ the sword has‌‍⁠ a different length?”​

“N-no!‍‌​ Forgive this old⁠‌‌ man’s rudeness!”

“It’s‌⁠​ a joke.”

Felicia,​ who had pretended​⁠⁠ to be angry,​​⁠ relaxed her expression​‌‌ upon seeing Malcolm‌ so flustered.

Lucian,⁠‍ who had been​ watching the scene‌⁠ while holding back⁠‌​ laughter, then turned‌⁠ his head.

“Brother,‌ have you ever​⁠⁠ seen Felicia joke?”‍‌

“……”‍

“Of‍‍ course not. It’s​‌ one of those‌ rare sights that⁠⁠ only I get⁠‍ to see.”

Despite​ Tristan’s silence, Lucian⁠‍ did not seem⁠​⁠ to mind in⁠‍ the slightest, as‍‍‍ if he thought‌​⁠ his brother’s feelings‌‍⁠ about it were‍ irrelevant.

Just⁠‍​ as Lucian was‍ about to look⁠‌‌ away, Tristan, no​‌​ longer able to‌‌​ hold back, opened‌ his mouth.

“Your‌ Highness, that’s enough.‌‍⁠ Start telling me⁠‌ what you want.”​‌

“What​⁠⁠ do you mean​⁠ by that’s enough?”‍

“Stop‍⁠ showing off the​‍ power of Asagrim​ to me.”

By‌ that point, Tristan⁠⁠ could already infer⁠‌⁠ Lucian’s objective.

With‌‌‌ the blacksmith competition,‌‍ he had hinted​​ at the future‌‍​ mass production of‍‌⁠ weapons, and with​ the upcoming fencing‍ tournament he would‌‌ display Felicia’s growth,‍⁠ making it clear⁠ that he had​​‌ a Swordmaster under⁠⁠ his command.

He‍​ did not know‍‌‌ what other means‌‌​ Lucian would use,⁠ but it was‍‍ obvious that afterward​​ he would try‍⁠​ to engrave in​‍ his mind the‌⁠​ enormous gap that​ existed between them.​​

“You⁠‌ wouldn’t do all​ this without reason.‍ Could it be⁠⁠ that you’re planning‌ to make such⁠ a great demand⁠⁠ of me that​​ you need to‍‌ repeat these demonstrations?”⁠

“Hahaha!”‍

Lucian‌‌⁠ burst into laughter‌⁠ at Tristan’s words.⁠⁠⁠

It​​ was not an‌ evasive laugh, but‌ a frank, affirming⁠⁠ burst of laughter,‍‍ which only made​‍ Tristan’s expression harden⁠ further.

With⁠ his patience exhausted,⁠ Tristan asked directly.⁠‍⁠

“Exactly‌ how great is‌ the demand you⁠‍‌ intend to impose‌ on me?”

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