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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 171

Chapter 171

Broad,​⁠ who had emigrated​​​ from beyond the‌⁠​ snowy lands to​ Asagrim, was quite‍‌ satisfied with his‌ job as a guard.

In​‍ terms of hierarchy,‍ he was a mere low-ranking officer,‌‍ and his work‍ was limited to‌ patrolling the territory.⁠

Even​ so, being a guard was one​⁠ of the few‌​ positions where he⁠‍‍ could put his​ previous experience as⁠ a warrior to​ use.

“Compared‍‍ to our comrades​ who are learning​⁠ trades from scratch,‌⁠ just being able⁠ to start working⁠​ immediately and earn‍‌⁠ a steady wage‌‌⁠ is already a win.”

“Yeah,⁠ we got lucky.”​⁠

Tula,‍ who had been‌⁠‍ chosen as a guard alongside Broad,‍⁠‍ nodded in agreement.‌‍

Other⁠‌⁠ fellow countrymen, having⁠‌⁠ left behind the​ life of a warrior, couldn’t use​‍‌ even a bit‍ of their combat⁠ skills and were‍‍‍ now earnestly learning​ a trade from‌‌‍ the ground up.‌​‌

By​‍ comparison, Broad and‍​⁠ the other guards⁠ had already become‌​ independent workers, so⁠⁠‌ practically speaking, they⁠⁠ were several steps⁠ ahead of the‌‌ rest.

In‌⁠ fact, they stirred‌​ envy among those​ around them, and‍ they themselves took⁠‌‌ a bit of​‍‌ pride in those‌⁠ gazes.

Of‌‍ course, being a guard had its‍‍ downsides too.

— Waaaaaah!

“…Still,‌‍‌ it’s a shame‍⁠ we can’t see‌ these kinds of‍⁠⁠ events in person.‍‍ They say the​ king’s famous great⁠‍ warrior is going⁠​ to appear.”

Hearing​ the cheers coming‍​ from within the⁠‌ city walls, Tula’s⁠⁠‌ shoulders drooped.

Now​⁠‌ he was just‍‌‌ a lowly guard,‍ but in his⁠‍ day, he too‍​ had called himself⁠‍⁠ a warrior.

It⁠​​ was only natural‌ that he’d want⁠ to see with‌‌ his own eyes‌ the man known‍‍ as the king’s‌​ great warrior—the strongest​⁠ of all.

“Can’t​ be helped. That’s​ always been the‍ guard’s job. It’s‌ exactly in moments‍ like these, when‌ people let their‌‍‌ guard down, that‌ we have to⁠‍‍ stay sharp, right?”⁠

“You’re‍​‍ right, but still…”​‍

Even‍​ with those words,‌‌‌ Tula couldn’t hide‌​ his disappointment.

Broad⁠‍‍ completely understood how‍‍ he felt, so​⁠​ he didn’t push‌⁠‌ the topic further.‌⁠

The​⁠ truth was, if​ given the chance,​‍ he too wanted‌⁠​ to see that⁠ famous great warrior‌‌‌ of the king​‍ in person.

“At⁠ least they say‌ the king’s giving‍⁠​ us triple pay​​ this month. With​ that, let’s take‍ the family out⁠ for a nice​​‍ meal.”

“Let’s⁠​ do that. My​​​ son’s been constantly​⁠ asking me for​​⁠ stuff lately. Strange—back​ in the snowy​​ lands, he never‍ threw tantrums.”

“There‌⁠‍ wasn’t anything a kid would like‌​ over there. If⁠‌⁠ I’d come here⁠⁠‌ as a child‌​ too, I probably‍ would’ve asked my‌​ dad for a toy horse.”

“True.‍ That toy horse‌ is amazing. You⁠‌‍ push it forward‍​ like a rolling⁠⁠​ hoop, and the​⁠‌ little foal figure‌‌‌ goes clack-clack…”

Suddenly,⁠​‍ both fell silent.⁠ In the distance,‍‍​ a whitish figure​⁠‌ was approaching.

Broad‌ and Tula tilted‍‍ their heads and‌​ whispered.

“Who‍⁠ could that be?⁠‌​ Doesn’t look like​​ a mourner at​​ this hour.”

“And‍‌⁠ not a blacksmith​ either. If he⁠‍⁠ were a master,⁠‌‍ he’d be carrying⁠ some tools at​ least.”

The​ closer the figure‌‌ came, the more​‍ suspicious it appeared.​‍

He​⁠‌ wasn’t even carrying​‍ a travel bag—something​ basic for any‌ traveler—and yet he‌⁠‌ was dressed in​‍‌ strangely luxurious clothing.‍​

The⁠ oddest part was‍​‍ that he seemed‍ to have money,⁠‌ but wore clothes​ far too thin‌ for the weather⁠​⁠ and was visibly​​‌ shivering from the​⁠ cold.

“No​​ matter how I look at him,‍​ he doesn’t seem⁠​ local. Should we⁠‍ arrest him and​⁠​ question him?”

“Let’s​⁠​ wait a bit.​‌ Might just be‍⁠ a lunatic.”

Both⁠ waited in silence,⁠⁠ ready to pounce‍​‍ and subdue him⁠⁠​ if necessary.

Before​ long, the stranger‌ reached the city‍‌ gate and shouted⁠ in a powerful​‌ voice.

“I​‌​ am the rightful​ heir of the⁠‌​ Empire, Claude fin‌⁠ Bey Astria! Open​​ the gate at‍‌⁠ once and announce⁠ my visit to⁠⁠​ Duke Lucian!”

***‍

Claude⁠​ thought that as‍‍‍ soon as the‍⁠⁠ guards heard his⁠‌⁠ name, they would‍‍ throw themselves to‌‌ the ground trembling.⁠​​

The⁠ only legitimate heir‍ of the Empire—or⁠⁠ rather, someone who‌ was no different‍ from the next‌‍ emperor.

Any​⁠‍ commoner in their⁠ right mind should‌⁠‍ feel their legs⁠‌​ give out and​‍‌ their mind go‍​​ blank in the​ presence of such‍‍⁠ nobility.

But,‍⁠‍ as if mocking‍​ his expectations, the​‍ guards only blinked⁠​ with confused faces.​

“The⁠ Empire… what? What​​ did he say?”‍

“No‌ idea. Seems like​‍ he’s the heir​ of some family.”⁠⁠​

“Of​ an important one?”⁠‍‌

“Who‍⁠ knows. I don’t‍​⁠ know anything.”

“…!?”‌

The⁠‌⁠ guards’ words left‌ Claude completely dumbfounded.‌‍

He​ had seen people​​ who revered him⁠ with genuine devotion‌ upon hearing his⁠‌⁠ identity.

He‌‌‍ had also seen​​⁠ others who looked⁠‍ uncomfortable, like they‍‌ had bumped into‍‌ someone they didn’t‍‍ want to see,‍⁠ or who hesitated,⁠ unsure of how‌ to act.

But​​ never in his‍‌‍ life had he‌‍ encountered people who​ simply didn’t know‌⁠‍ who he was.⁠​⁠

Although‍​ he didn’t like‍‌ it, Claude decided⁠​‍ to make his​ identity even clearer.​​

“…I​‍ am the first​‌ prince. The legitimate‌​ son of His⁠​‍ Majesty, the previous‌​‌ emperor.”

“First‌‌⁠ prince? His Majesty,‌‍ the previous emperor?‍​​ That rings a bell.”

“Oh,​‌‌ now I remember.‍‌ That’s what they⁠ called the emperor⁠ who died earlier.”​‍‌

“The​ emperor? So this⁠⁠ guy is the​⁠ emperor’s son?”

Claude’s‌ face turned red‍​ as a tomato.⁠​

That‌ simple guards would⁠‍ refer to the‍ emperor, the ruler⁠‌ of the Empire,⁠ like he was‌​​ just some neighborhood​⁠ acquaintance.

‘To​‍‍ what extent must‌‍ Lucian have scorned​​ the imperial family‍‍ for even the‌⁠ lowest to be‍​⁠ this insolent?’

It‍ was a massive​‍ misunderstanding.

The⁠ foreigners from beyond​ the snowy lands‍⁠ had lived separated⁠​​ from the Empire‍​‍ since birth.

To‌‌ them, any territory⁠​‍ or even the⁠ Empire itself, aside⁠⁠ from Lucian, felt​⁠‌ like a foreign‍​ country.

It‌⁠⁠ was natural that‌⁠ they had no‌‍‍ respect for the⁠ imperial family and‍‍ referred to the⁠‌ emperor like a ruler of another‍​​ nation.

Unaware‌‌ of this reality,⁠‌‍ Claude exploded in‌ fury and shouted‌‌‌ without restraint.

“A‍‌‌ mere guard dares‌‌ to insult the‌‍ imperial family without​ the slightest shame!‌​​ This alone is‍‌ enough to reveal​‍ the duke’s usual‌⁠ conduct! Summon Duke‍‍​ Lucian immediately! As​​‍ the legitimate heir​‍​ of the Empire,‌⁠‍ I will demand‌ accountability!”

“…Accountability?⁠​‌ Are you saying‌‍‍ you’re going to‍‌ accuse our lord?”‌‌​

“Shut​‍ up! I won’t​​ waste any more‌ time talking to‍‍⁠ a nobody like​ you! Summon the‍​ duke at once—!”⁠

Slap!⁠​‌

Claude​​​ couldn’t finish speaking.​‌

A brutal impact suddenly⁠​​ shook him, and‍ before his eyes,⁠‍ stars exploded in⁠‍ sparks.

He‍⁠​ blinked several times,⁠​⁠ unable to comprehend‌⁠‍ what had happened.⁠​​

Slap!‌‌

With⁠ the second blow,‌ the stars flashed‌ again in his​ sight.

A moment later, he‌ felt a sharp‍ stinging in his​​ cheek and the​​‌ metallic taste of​‌‌ blood filled his‍⁠ mouth.

Only⁠ then did he‍​ realize he had⁠⁠​ been slapped across⁠‌ the face and​‍‌ that the inside‍​⁠ of his mouth⁠ had been torn.‌

“W-what​ is this…?”

“Where‍​ did this lunatic​ come from, wagging‍​ his tongue without​​ permission? You’re going‌‍⁠ to demand accountability⁠ from His Highness?‍‍ You? Do you⁠ think this is⁠⁠‍ a joke?”

“Kh…​ guh…!”

Grabbed‍‍ by the neck⁠‌⁠ in Broad’s brutal‌⁠ grip, Claude couldn’t⁠⁠‍ move at all.‍

He‍ tried to activate‍‌‌ the necklace to‍​ deploy a barrier,‍​ but Broad’s palm⁠ was faster.

Whap!⁠ Whap! Whap!

“Kh…⁠‌ ugh!”

“You’re‍ clearly just a brat who’s never‌‍⁠ wielded a sword‍⁠​ and only knows⁠‌ how to flap‍‍‌ his mouth! Go‍⁠​ on, say again‍ what you were​‍⁠ saying!”

“W-wait…‌ ghk…”

“Now​ that I think​ about it, what‌⁠ you said is​‌‌ ridiculous too. What?‍‍ Son of the‌​ emperor? If you‍‍‍ were that important,‌⁠‌ why would you​​‍ come north alone⁠⁠‍ without even a single attendant? Say‌ something that makes‌‍ sense!”

“Grrrk…”​‍

In​‍⁠ the midst of⁠ his clouded mind,‌‌⁠ Claude desperately tried⁠ to explain, but‌ it was useless.‍‌ Broad and Tula​​ had no intention⁠​​ of listening anymore.⁠​‍

Under‌‌ the continuous rain‍‍ of blows, Claude‌ didn’t last much​ longer and lost‍‌‍ consciousness.

“What‍⁠‌ the hell? He‍ passed out just⁠‍⁠ from a few‌ hits? What a weakling.”

“What‍ should we do?‌‍ I’d dump him‍ in the snow⁠ right now.”

“Let’s‍​⁠ throw him in‍ jail first and​ notify the captain.‌​​ He insulted His⁠⁠⁠ Highness, so he’ll‍⁠ get the punishment​ he deserves.”

As‍‌⁠ angry as they​‌ were, they were‌ still just guards.​⁠​

Unless‌​⁠ the person was‌⁠​ a murderer, they‌ didn’t have the‌‍ authority to execute‌ on the spot.‌

Besides,​‍ after insulting Lucian,‍​ there was no‌‌‍ way he’d walk​​ away unscathed. It⁠ was enough to‍‌⁠ lock him up‌‌ and report the​ crime.

“First,‌​‌ we have to⁠⁠ change his clothes​​ to a prison‍ uniform. Where’d he‍ get such fancy⁠ clothing?”

“Probably⁠ stole them. Just‍‌⁠ in case, let’s​ set aside the​ clothes and jewelry‍‍ and show them‌⁠‌ to the captain.​‌⁠ He might face⁠ additional charges.”

After‍‍ agreeing, the two‍⁠⁠ of them carried​⁠​ the unconscious Claude‌‌‌ and headed into⁠⁠ the city.

To​‌ lock up a deranged criminal where⁠ he belonged.

***‌‌​

While⁠‌​ Claude was being​‌‍ dragged by the‌ guards, Lucian was‍ waiting for the⁠‌‍ imminent start of​​ the swordsmanship tournament.‍​‌

Seated⁠ in the main​‍ box of the​‌ arena, already buzzing‍ with excitement, he‍​⁠ scanned the surroundings⁠​ and clicked his‌⁠ tongue.

“I⁠⁠ warned them so‌‌ many times, and‍ yet all their⁠‌ eyes are gleaming​​ with greed.”

Among‌⁠⁠ the knights who⁠​ wished to face​‌​ Felicia were not​⁠ a few vassals⁠ and heirs of‍‌ great houses.

Everywhere,‍‌ one could feel⁠⁠ the desire to⁠‍‍ snatch the Swordmaster‌‍⁠ title and use​ it to revitalize⁠ their bloodlines.

To‍⁠ Lucian, it was‌ no longer amusing,⁠ but rather pitiful.‍

“They⁠ haven’t even properly​‍ assessed the strength‌ of their opponent,​​ yet they act⁠​ with such overconfidence.‌ Don’t you think​‍ so, brother?”

At‍ Lucian’s sudden question,‍ Tristan responded with‌​‍ an awkward expression.⁠⁠‌

“…There’s⁠ not much to‍‍⁠ be done. Until‌⁠ recently, knights rarely‍⁠‍ had to fight⁠​‌ with their lives⁠⁠‍ on the line.”⁠⁠

At⁠​​ most, territorial wars​ or suppressing a local rebellion. The‍ rest were just‌ friendly duels or​ fights over personal‍ grudges.

They‍​ hardly ever had⁠ the chance to​⁠​ encounter truly powerful​⁠ hidden forces.

“If‌‍ a knight with‌‍⁠ some talent has⁠ never met a worthy rival, it’s​⁠ natural for him‍‍ to believe he’s‌‌⁠ invincible. Especially here‍⁠ in the north,​​⁠ where strength is‌ revered. A knight⁠​‍ who stands out‍ here has more‍⁠ than enough reason​ to dream.”

“To‌‍ dream, huh.”

Lucian‌⁠ let out a short laugh. Tristan,​ thinking it was⁠‍ a mockery, frowned.​‌​

“What’s‍‌​ so funny about‌‍ that?”

“I’m​ not mocking. I just noticed that‍‍ you and I are seeing things‌‍ from different perspectives.”‌‍

“Different⁠ perspectives?”

“Yes.‌‍⁠ Yours is still‍‌⁠ stuck on the⁠⁠⁠ day Felicia received​ her investiture.”

“What​⁠ do you mean​ by…?”

— Waaaaaaah!

A deafening cheer suddenly‍ erupted, and Tristan‌​ instinctively covered his‌​‌ ear. The other​‌ nobles also frowned​​⁠ at the unexpected‌ roar.

Turning‍ to see what‍‌ was happening, they‍ saw Felicia already​ walking toward the‍ arena.

“What’s​ going on? Just‍‍ by showing up,‍ why are they⁠ so worked up?”‍

“She⁠‌ may have been‌‌⁠ designated the next​⁠ Swordmaster, but isn’t‍⁠‌ this a bit‌‌ excessive?”

The​⁠‌ fanatical reaction was‌​ incomprehensible. To receive​ such a cheer,⁠⁠ simple curiosity wasn’t​‍‍ enough.

One⁠ would have to‍⁠⁠ have performed heroic​ deeds or acts‌ worthy of a savior that ignited‌​ people’s hearts.

The‍ nobles’ doubts didn’t‍‍ last long.

— Supreme warrior! Great‍‌ warrior of the‍ king!

— Goddess of the​‍ sword! Right arm⁠ of the dragon!​‌

— Receive our reverence!‌⁠ Receive our reverence!​⁠‌

— Receive the reverence​ of all of‍ us!

“…!”⁠

At⁠ the cheers that‍ rang out loud‍ enough to make⁠⁠‍ their ears ring,‍ the nobles froze‍​ in place.

The‌⁠ people of Asagrim​ were not worshiping‌‍ heroic deeds or‍‍ expressing gratitude to​⁠⁠ a savior.

They‌ were simply and⁠​​ purely worshiping the⁠ power that Felicia​​ possessed.

Upon‍​‍ realizing that, a new question naturally⁠⁠ arose in the‌‌ minds of the‍‍‌ nobles.

‘…What​ kind of power​‍ must one show‍ for a swordsman‍​‌ to be worshipped⁠​ almost like a god?’

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