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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Lucian⁠​‍ wiped the smile‌‌⁠ from his face‍‍ and clicked his‍‌‌ tongue in annoyance.⁠

Judging‌ by Tristan’s expression,‌ he seemed determined⁠‍‍ to leave if​​ he did not‌‍ hear the main‌ matter immediately.

He‌⁠ had no one‍ to rely on,‍ and yet he‍​ was still so‍⁠‌ impatient.

“Do⁠ you really have⁠​⁠ to hear it​​ now? If you​‍ already have an‌⁠‌ idea, it might‍​​ benefit you to​⁠⁠ wait until you​‍ fully acknowledge the⁠⁠⁠ difference between us.”‍

“If​‍‌ no matter how‌‌⁠ much you rub⁠ that difference in⁠ my face the⁠⁠​ result will be‌ a demand I cannot accept, it‍ would be better​‌‌ to know it‍ in advance.”

“If⁠ you insist…”

Lucian‌⁠ shrugged lightly and,‍⁠‌ just as Tristan​‌⁠ wanted, went straight‌ to the point.‌⁠‍

“I‌‌⁠ will take charge​ of House Valdeck‍‌ for a while.”‌⁠

“…!”‌⁠‌

“Of‍ course, it will⁠ only be for⁠‍ a moment. I will return it‌ to you soon,‍ brother.”

Lucian‌ added that condition‌‍​ a moment later,⁠‌‌ but Tristan’s confusion⁠⁠‍ did not fade.​⁠

He​⁠⁠ had assumed the​ price would be⁠‌ enormous, but he​​⁠ had never imagined​​ it would extend‍‍ even to the‍‌ position of head‍​‌ of the family.⁠

“Do‌‌‍ you really think‍​​ I would hand​‍ over the position‌‍ of head of‍ the house just‌‍‍ from hearing that?”⁠​

“Listen‍​ until the end.‌​ I have no‍ particular ambition for‍ the title of‍‌ grand duke. It⁠‍‌ is enough for​ me to sit⁠ in that seat​‍⁠ for a short​​​ time.”

“And‍ how long, exactly,‍ is that short⁠ time?”

“If​​​ possible, I would⁠​ like to be⁠⁠ the head of​​ the house for‍​ a month, but⁠⁠‌ considering your situation,⁠ I will return⁠⁠ it to you‌⁠ in just one⁠‌ week.”

“…!?”‌⁠⁠

At⁠​​ those words, Tristan​‌ looked at Lucian‍‌‍ with a strange‌ expression. He was​⁠ saying he would⁠‍ proclaim himself grand‍ duke for barely⁠‍​ a week and‍‌​ then return the⁠ position.

It‍ made one wonder⁠‍ whether it even​‍ made sense to⁠​ become head of‍⁠‌ the house in‍ such a way.​⁠

“What⁠‍ in the world‌ are you planning?”‍‌‍

“The‍​​ right of succession​​ is a truly​‍‌ troublesome issue. It⁠‍ includes all the​‍ innate rights tied‍‍ to blood.”

“…?”​

“Renouncing​‌ the right of‌​ succession is equivalent​ to renouncing all⁠⁠ of those innate⁠⁠ rights, so it‍ cannot be discarded​⁠ lightly. If one‍ wishes to retain‌ other rights, one‍⁠⁠ must also retain‍ the right of‌ succession, whether one‌‌ likes it or​‌⁠ not.”

Only‍ then did Tristan‌ begin to more‍ or less understand‍​ Lucian’s intention.

He​​ was not seeking‌ the position of⁠​​ head of House​ Valdeck itself, but‌‍⁠ the need to​ retain the innate‍⁠ rights granted only​ to Valdeck blood.‌

But​​ the moment he​ recognized Tristan as‍ the legitimate heir,‍⁠⁠ he would be⁠ renouncing those rights,‍‍ and that was⁠ something he could‍‍ not allow.

“There⁠‍‍ are only two‍‍​ ways to maintain‌⁠‍ those innate rights‌‌ while also making⁠⁠‍ you the owner⁠‌⁠ of Valdeck. Either‌‍‌ I first become‍‍ the head of‌⁠‍ the house and‍‌ then hand the​ position over to⁠‍ you, or I deny your ascension‍‍‌ as head.”

“…If‌‌‌ Your Highness supports​ me, the second⁠ option is practically​⁠⁠ impossible. That means​​ only the first⁠ remains.”

“Exactly.”‌⁠

He‍​ was not saying​​ he wanted to‌​​ seize the house‍​ forever; he was‌ only asking for​ a little time.‌⁠‍

At​‌‌ first glance, it‍​ could sound like‌‌ a proposal with⁠ room for negotiation.⁠⁠⁠ Even so, for​‌ Tristan it was‌ still an excessive‍‌⁠ demand.

“Your⁠​ Highness, do you‍‍ know what state​ House Valdeck is‍‌ in?”

“I’ve​ heard it’s a mess. Jordi has‌⁠ failed to properly‍ control the family,​ and since his‌‌ backer, the second‌ prince, has also​⁠ fallen silent, they’re⁠‌ too busy putting‌ out fires everywhere.”‍⁠

“Yes,‌‌ just as you​⁠ say. But even​ watching that bastard‍⁠ act without direction,‌⁠ I cannot laugh.”‌

What‌​ Jordi was wearing‍‍⁠ down was not‍‍ his own power,⁠‍‍ but the power​⁠ of House Valdeck‍⁠​ itself, the family‌‌⁠ that Tristan was​⁠⁠ meant to reclaim‍ someday.

If‍ Jordi’s misrule continued,⁠‍​ even Tristan would‍‍ suffer when trying​‍‌ to take it‍​⁠ back.

“That⁠‌‌ wretch has already‌‌‍ driven the prestige‌ of the house‍ into the ground.⁠​‌ It’s only a guess, but even‍⁠‌ if I recovered‌‌ the family, it‍ would take at​‍ least thirty years‍‌​ to restore it‍ to its former‌‌ standing.”

“Probably.⁠‌ Both the talents‌‌⁠ who joined him‍⁠ or died in⁠⁠ the rebellion and‌ the Black Lions​⁠ themselves would have​ to be rebuilt​‍‌ from scratch.”

Rebuilding​‍ strength alone would‍⁠‌ not be enough.‌⁠‍ After standing back‌‍⁠ up, that power​⁠ would also need⁠​ to be projected⁠⁠​ outward to regain⁠‌ recognition.

Since​‌‌ they had shown⁠‍​ weakness both internally​ and externally, the‌‍‍ neighboring lords were‍⁠ surely mocking House‌ Valdeck.

To⁠ make them bow‍⁠⁠ their heads again,​​‌ there was still‍​ an enormous amount​​ to do.

Tristan‍ spoke of thirty​ years, but he‍​‌ might not even‌ be able to⁠‌ restore its former‌ splendor within his‍ lifetime.

“And‌​ in a situation​‌ like that, if‌ I hand the‍ position of head‍​ to Your Highness​ and then take⁠⁠ it over myself,⁠ they will think​ that an incompetent⁠​ man reclaimed the⁠⁠ house by begging‌‌​ for it.”

“Do⁠⁠‌ you care more‌‍‌ about your pride‍⁠ than about reclaiming​ the family?”

“Without​⁠‌ that pride, I will die having‍ spent my entire‌ life doing nothing‌‌ but trying to‍ rebuild the pillars‍ of the house.”​​

Lucian‍⁠​ drew a crooked​‍‌ smile when he‌⁠‌ saw that Tristan‍​ had no intention‍‌ of backing down.⁠⁠​ If even his​‌ pride were lost,‍‌ the time needed‍ to rebuild the‌⁠ family would be‍‍ even longer.

Everyone⁠ would think it‌⁠⁠ was all due⁠ to Lucian’s power,⁠‍‍ not Tristan’s.

“That⁠ is not an⁠⁠ incorrect argument. But,‌ brother, do you‌ truly think you‌‌⁠ have the leeway​‌‌ to worry about​⁠‍ that right now?”​⁠

“Then‍‌‌ allow me to‌‌ ask you something⁠​‌ in return. Your‍ Highness, do you‌‍ have any way‌​ to take over‍ House Valdeck other‍​ than through me?”⁠

“I‌‍ do.”

“What?”‍‍⁠

“I​⁠⁠ said I do.”​‌

At‌‌⁠ Lucian’s blunt assertion,⁠ Tristan could not⁠ hide his bewilderment.‌

If⁠⁠⁠ he was supporting‌ him, it should​⁠‌ have been because​⁠⁠ he lacked the​⁠ leeway to conquer⁠​ House Valdeck directly.‌

And​‌ yet, he answered​​​ with absolute certainty.‌‌

“Let’s⁠‌ stop with empty‌‍ bravado and denying⁠‍‍ reality. Why do‍ you think I proposed postponing the​‌​ negotiation until after‍ Sir Eisen’s funeral?”‍⁠

“…”‌‌⁠

“To‌‍‌ show you that‌‌ I have the​ power to do‍​ it.”

It‌‌ was absurd. That⁠⁠‍ was the only​‌ phrase that almost‍ slipped from Tristan’s‌‍ mouth.

How‍⁠‍ was he supposed‌​‌ to advance from​ this distant north​‌ to House Valdeck​​ and wage a war?

Even⁠​ if he managed‌​ to seize it,​​ it was obvious⁠ that another force‌‍ would invade and​ take it immediately.‌

As‍‌ if he had​​ read his thoughts,‌ Lucian smiled and⁠⁠⁠ said,

“You‍ still don’t believe‍‍​ it, do you?‌⁠​ Then engrave clearly⁠‌ in your eyes​​ what you are‍‌‌ about to see.”‍‍

After⁠‌​ witnessing what was‍ about to happen,‌​ all of his‍ doubts would vanish.⁠⁠ At those almost​ prophetic words, Tristan​⁠ swallowed.

***​‍⁠

‘Damn‍⁠ it, what the​‍‍ hell is going‌ on out there?’‌​‍

The‌‍​ first prince, Claude,⁠‌ was biting his⁠‌‍ nails as he​‍ struggled to contain‍‌ his frustration.

From​⁠ the day Cedric⁠ left, he could‌ clearly feel that⁠​ the reactions around​ him had changed.‍

The‍ knights, once as‍ rigid as statues,‍​​ now whispered in‍‍ low voices. The⁠ servants, who used⁠​​ to be cold⁠‌ and unflappable, would​‌⁠ not stop casting​ furtive glances at‌⁠ him.

Even‌ those who previously​ would not move‍‍‍ no matter how⁠​⁠ many times he‌ shouted at them​​​ now flinched for⁠‌⁠ a moment.

It‌‍‌ was obvious that⁠ something had happened‌⁠⁠ in the palace‍‌ while he was‌⁠ confined there.

‘Is​​ this a good‌⁠ sign? Or a bad one? They’re‍‍ not thinking of‌‍ executing me, are‌ they?’

A seasoned noble would‍⁠ have understood that‌ this change was‌ working in his⁠​‌ favor.

But‌‍ Claude lacked all‍‍ political sensibility, and‍⁠ naturally he was⁠‌​ incapable of accurately‌‌‌ reading the new‌⁠‌ atmosphere.

‘Is​‍⁠ that damn Cedric⁠​⁠ not planning to‌‌‌ come back? If‌ only I could​ talk to him,‍‌ I could probe‌ him or provoke‌⁠ him, but like‌​ this…’

Claude‌‌ was running his‍ hands through his‌‌ hair in desperation​‌​ when, suddenly—

— Protect the first⁠ prince!

— S-stop them! Stop‍ th— gahk!

— Get out of​⁠ the way, you‌​ damn traitors!

— For the rightful⁠ heir of the‍‍ Empire!

Hearing‍⁠‍ the uproar coming‍​​ from outside, Claude’s​‌⁠ eyes widened.

Were⁠ his loyal followers⁠​ finally coming to⁠‌ rescue him?

Unable⁠ to contain his⁠ anticipation, he stood​​ up just as⁠‍‍ the room where​ he was imprisoned⁠ shook with a crash and part‌ of the wall‍‍ collapsed.

“Your‌‌​ Highness, the first‍‍ prince! Count Rihardt‌⁠ of the court​‌‍ has come to​⁠ rescue you! Are⁠ you all right?”​⁠​

“Y-yes!‌​ I’m here! Hurry⁠⁠‍ and break these‌⁠ chains!”

“Please‍ wait a moment,‍​ Your Highness! We‌​​ will break down⁠ the door at‌​ once!”

Bang!⁠​⁠ Crash!

Swords‍‍‍ and maces struck‍ again and again​‍ until the door‌ was completely smashed.‌​

Soon⁠‌‌ after, Rihardt and‍ the knights tore⁠‍ away the remains​‌​ of the frame‍ and knelt before‌ the prince.

“Your‍ Highness, your servant​⁠⁠ Rihardt—”

“Enough‍‍​ with the greetings,‍​​ remove these damn‌ chains!”

Rihardt,​ who had been‍ about to formally​ introduce himself, flinched‍‌‍ at the prince’s‌ shout and gestured​​ to his men.​

The‌⁠ knights scattered, searching⁠​ for the key⁠ and interrogating everyone‌‍⁠ present, but to‌⁠ no avail.

“There​ is no one‌‌ with the key​ to the chains.⁠‌​ It seems they⁠​ hid it somewhere‌‍‌ else.”

“Then⁠ cut them with‌ a sword!”

“We⁠‍ are sorry, Your⁠‍ Highness. They are‌ made of adamantium;‌‌ with our skills,⁠ it would be‌‍ impossible. We will‍ have to tear‍‌ them out along‌​ with the wall‌‍‌ and carry them‍​‌ as they are.”‌

What‌ a bunch of‌⁠ useless fools! Claude⁠ was about to‍⁠‍ shout at them‍ what they were‍‌⁠ actually good for,​‍​ but Rihardt’s words‍ made him fall​⁠‍ silent.

“Forgive⁠⁠​ us, Your Highness.‌‍⁠ We must leave​⁠‍ before the traitor​‍ Cedric finds out.​​ We will free⁠⁠⁠ you from the​ chains soon, but‍ for now, we⁠​ ask for your‍ patience.”

“…All⁠ right.”

Claude⁠‍​ shuddered as he‍​‌ recalled the suffocating​⁠​ days of confinement.‌

He​‌ did not like⁠ the idea of‍⁠⁠ bearing the chains,⁠ but he had⁠ no alternative; the⁠‍⁠ important thing was‌ to escape Cedric’s​‍ clutches as soon⁠‌‍ as possible.

With‌ a dry snap,⁠‌‌ the chains were⁠ torn free from‍⁠‍ the wall.

Fortunately,​‌ the anchors were⁠​‍ not made of​​​ adamantium, so he⁠ could move without​​‌ too much difficulty.‌

Claude⁠⁠ ground his teeth‍‌‌ as he found⁠‌⁠ himself turned into‌⁠ a chained prisoner.​

“That‌ bastard Cedric… when‍ I get out​​ of here, I will kill him‍⁠ without fail!”

“Of⁠‍ course, Your Highness.​‌ But first, we‌​ must escape.”

“Do‍‌⁠ you have any‍ place where we‍ can take refuge?”⁠​⁠

“In‍⁠​ the capital, we⁠​ will not be‌⁠⁠ able to avoid‍ the traitor’s eyes.‌​​ We must head​ north, to Duke‌​ Lucian.”

“Lucian?‌ Wasn’t there anyone⁠ else besides that‍‌‍ arrogant one?”

Rihardt‍ suppressed a sigh‌⁠⁠ at the sight​​‌ of Claude’s grimace.⁠​‌

Did⁠ he truly believe​ there were plenty⁠‌ of allies capable⁠ of opposing Cedric​ and also loyal‍ to him?

In⁠⁠ the entire Empire,​‍ there was practically‌‍‍ no other option⁠‌⁠ besides Lucian, and​ even so, the‌ prince continued to‍​ let his personal​‌ emotions get in⁠ the way.

“Your‌⁠​ Highness, with the‌​⁠ greatest respect, we⁠ have no choice.‌​ Too many forces‌‌‍ have allied with⁠​‍ the traitor. If‌‍​ it is not‌⁠ Duke Lucian, no​‍ one will dare⁠⁠​ oppose him.”

“Are‌​ you telling me‍ that in this‌​‍ Empire there is‌​‌ not a single‌‍‌ loyal servant?”

“Those‍​‌ who have loyalty‍⁠‍ lack power, and‌ those who have⁠ power lack loyalty.‌ The only one⁠​ who possesses both⁠⁠‍ is Duke Lucian.”​‍​

“Hmm…‍‍‍ well, it is⁠‍⁠ true that that⁠ man owes a great deal to⁠⁠ the late emperor.”‌​⁠

Claude‌⁠‌ nodded with displeasure,‍⁠⁠ knowing he had‍‍‌ no other alternative.⁠‍⁠

Rihardt,​⁠‍ relieved at having⁠‍‌ convinced him, spoke‍⁠‍ urgently.

“We​​⁠ have bribed several​‌‍ of the traitor’s‍‍ lackeys, so we‍‌⁠ will be safe⁠​⁠ for a while.‌⁠ But they will​‌ soon discover your‌‌⁠ escape, Your Highness.⁠‌‍ There is no⁠⁠ time; we must‌⁠ move right now.”‌

“No,‍‌ first we will‌‌​ go to my​⁠‍ room. It is‌‌‌ not far; we​‍ can reach it⁠⁠ before the traitor⁠​ breaks in.”

“Your‍‍‌ Highness!”

“Shut​ up and follow‌​ me! In my⁠ room there is​‍‌ a magical teleportation‍​‌ artifact. If we​‍ find it and‍​ activate it, we​ can travel directly​‍ to the north!”⁠‌

“…!”‍​⁠

At​ that unexpected stroke​⁠ of luck, Rihardt‌‌​ and the knights⁠​‍ lit up with‌​ enthusiasm.

If‍ that was true,‌⁠ there would be​ no need for‍⁠‍ a dangerous escape;​‌ it would be‌‍ enough to reach‌‌‍ the artifact to‌ flee from Cedric.‌‍⁠

“Tell‌ me just one‍‍ thing! Can we‍‌ reach your room​ or not?”

As⁠‌‌ Claude shouted, Rihardt​⁠ bowed his head‍ firmly and replied,‍​

“We‌‌‍ will open the⁠ way, Your Highness!”‌

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