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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 174

Chapter 174

Clang!⁠⁠‍

“Khg!”‌​​

Before‍​ Lucian’s eyes, another​​ challenger fell to‌‌ the ground.

He‍‌ no longer knew⁠ what number it​​ was, but once​ again, it was‍ difficult to call⁠​‍ it a proper⁠⁠​ fight. Even so,​ the knight’s eyes‌​‌ were filled with⁠​​ joy.

After‍​​ all, he had⁠⁠‍ been the only‌‍ one to exchange​​ sword strikes with⁠ Felicia as many​⁠ as seven times.‌

Felicia⁠​‍ also praised him⁠⁠ with a slight​⁠ smile.

“Your‍ technique is excellent.⁠⁠‍ If you continue​‍‍ to polish your⁠‍ sword style as​ you are now,‌‍​ perhaps someday you’ll⁠⁠​ be able to​ face me as​​⁠ an equal.”

“Th-this‍‌ is too great​​ an honor!”

“For‌⁠ today, step down.⁠ I look forward⁠ to the day​ we cross swords⁠ again.”

“Yes!”‌‍

The⁠ knight, with tears‍ even welling in⁠‍​ his eyes at⁠⁠‍ Felicia’s praise, hurriedly‌‍⁠ descended from the‍⁠ stage.

At‌ a glance, he​‌‌ appeared at least‍‍ fifteen years older‌ than her, but​ their exchange resembled⁠‍​ that of a master and her​ disciple.

Even‍⁠‍ so, no one⁠ found the scene⁠‌​ strange.

For​‌ someone who stood‍ at the pinnacle⁠⁠ of all swordsmen,‌⁠ age held no‌ significance.

Rather,‌ the gazes directed‍‌ toward him were​ filled with envy‌​ and jealousy just‍‌ for having been​​⁠ praised.

“Next.”‍

“…”‍‌

Despite‍⁠​ Felicia’s announcement, no‍‍​ knight was willing​​ to step onto​ the stage.

Looking⁠ at those who⁠​ had yet to‍ go up, Felicia​​ spoke again.

“Do‌ you not intend‌‌ to challenge me?”‍

“…We’ve​⁠‌ learned that to‌⁠ challenge knowing it’s‌ pointless is not​‍⁠ bravery, but recklessness.‍ We withdraw.”

“Then‌‍ it seems you‌ don’t even have‌​​ the level to‍​ gain anything from‍​ a defeat.”

The‍‌ knight who had‍‍ spoken of recklessness‌ turned bright red.‌⁠‌

When⁠ one reaches a certain level, even‌ a defeat can‌ help one recognize‍‌ one’s shortcomings and‌‍ correct them.

However,‍⁠ the fact that​‍‌ they chose to‍ retreat without even‌‌​ trying meant they⁠ didn’t possess even‍​ that kind of‍‍ ability.

Those⁠‍ who withdrew wanted‍ to argue back,⁠​‍ but no matter​ how hard they‍ thought, they couldn’t⁠ find the words.‍‌

Because,‌‍ in truth, they⁠ lacked the capacity⁠⁠​ to learn anything‍‌ from a defeat.⁠⁠​

From​ the beginning, the​‌ reason they withdrew‍ was that they⁠⁠ thought whether they⁠​ fought or not,‌ they would gain‍⁠ nothing and only⁠‍‌ lose prestige.

‘Damn⁠‌ it, I should‌⁠​ at least know‍‍‍ how I lose‌‍ to learn something,‍ right?’

‘All​​​ you see is‍ a flash and​⁠‍ it’s over—what am‌⁠ I supposed to⁠‌​ learn from that?’‍‌​

‘Besides,​ some of the‌‌ ones who went​⁠‌ before were worse​‌‍ than us…’

As​ if she had‌​ read those complaints,‌​ Felicia’s cold voice​‍ rang out.

“How‍​​ pathetic. You care​​‌ more about preserving​ prestige than measuring⁠ yourselves against a strong opponent from⁠ whom you might‍⁠ learn something? And‍‍ you still dare​ to call yourselves‍⁠ knights?”

“…!”​‍‌

“If‍⁠‌ all you want⁠ is to sit‍⁠ in a comfy​‍ chair and do⁠​ politics, then take‌ off the sword⁠ at your hip‌ right now. A knight is someone​⁠ who advances to⁠‌‌ the front lines​‍⁠ and wields their⁠ sword, not someone​ who crawls on‍‌ the ground picking​ up scraps of‌​ prestige left behind.”​

Those⁠ who had withdrawn⁠⁠⁠ trembled in shame,​​ but in the‌​‍ end, they could‌‍‍ not refute her⁠​​ and lowered their‍‍​ heads.

After⁠ all, it was‍⁠ they who, despite​ having the opportunity‌​‌ to face a Swordmaster, fled for⁠ fear of embarrassment.‌‍

And⁠⁠‌ that decision hadn’t⁠ been based on‌ the code of‍⁠⁠ chivalry, but on‍​ political calculation.

When‌‌ the silence dragged⁠‌⁠ on, Felicia turned‌​ without a word⁠‌‍ and left the​​ stage.

As‍⁠ the match ended‍‍‌ so abruptly, the‌‍ family heads watching​⁠⁠ felt bewildered.

“Is​​⁠ it really okay​⁠ to end it‌ like this, even​‍ if no one​⁠ else challenges her?”​

“And⁠​ what’s wrong with‌‍ that?”

“Huh?”⁠

Lucian​‌ shrugged as he‍‍​ replied to the⁠‌⁠ blinking family heads.⁠​⁠

“Felicia⁠‍ stood here to‌‍‍ accept challenges. If​​​ no one else⁠ wants to challenge‍‍ her, she simply‌ leaves. I don’t‍ see a problem.”⁠​​

“B-but​⁠ still, at least⁠ a closing speech…”​‍‌

“Are⁠​​ you going to‌​ ask that of​‍​ a Swordmaster?”

As⁠‌ soon as the​⁠ word Swordmaster was‍​⁠ spoken, the family​ heads fell silent‍​ at once.

If⁠‍​ it were just‌⁠ the winner of‌​‌ a fencing tournament,​ it would be‌ courteous to say⁠‍ a few words​‌‌ to the cheering‍ audience.

But‍ when the person⁠ is a Swordmaster,‍ the story changes.​‌‌

They‌ are the strongest⁠‌​ swordsman, someone who‌‌⁠ has nothing left‌ to climb, participating‍​‍ in an event‌⁠‍ that offers them​‍​ no benefit.

Before⁠​⁠ speaking of manners,⁠​ it was already‌‌⁠ something to be​‍ grateful for that​‌ she had taken‌ the time to‍‍‍ accommodate the challengers.‌

“By​⁠ the way, just‍‌ in case, is‌⁠​ there anyone here‌⁠‍ who still thinks‍ Felicia is unworthy‍‌‌ of being a Swordmaster?”

“…”‌

How‍ could there be?⁠​‍ She had faced‌​​ numerous knights and⁠⁠​ defeated them easily,‌​‍ without even breaking⁠​ a sweat.

If⁠‍‌ someone like that⁠‍ wasn’t a Swordmaster,‌​ then who would‌​‌ be?

To‍⁠ deny it now​ would be not​‌ only shameless but⁠ downright stupid.

Seeing​‌‌ that no family⁠⁠ head raised objections,‍‍ Lucian stood from⁠‍ his seat.

“Then​ let us consider​‌​ the match concluded.​‌ In two days,​‍⁠ Felicia will offer​⁠ the fairy metal​‍⁠ sword at Sir‌‌ Eisen’s tomb. I’d⁠⁠​ appreciate it if​‌ you all attend.”‍

“…Yes,‌⁠ Your Highness.”

At‌​‍ Lucian’s declaration, the​‍‌ family heads bowed⁠‍​ their heads, swallowing‍‌‌ their frustration.

They‌‌ had once again​‌ realized that the‌ title of Swordmaster,‍‌​ which they had⁠⁠​ dreamed of even‍ for a moment,‌⁠⁠ was in an⁠‍ absurdly distant place.‍⁠⁠

***​

Lucian‌‌‍ left the rest‍ to his vassals‌ and made his‍ way to his⁠ office.

From⁠ afar, someone approached‍ with quick, heavy‌ steps.

Lucian‌ recognized the person​ and gave a faint smile.

‘Denis.’‌​

He⁠​ was the head⁠‌‌ of the spies​ the former emperor​⁠ had planted among‍​ the servants.

The​ man who, even⁠‌ after revealing his‍​ identity, had exposed​​ the Second Prince’s‌⁠‍ schemes and tried‌ to dissuade Lucian​‍ from traveling to‌ the capital.

And⁠‌ also the one‌​‌ who had secretly‌‍ informed him of​ the First Prince’s⁠⁠‍ presence in the⁠‌⁠ prison and had‌ been tending to‍​‍ him.

Denis⁠‌ wasted no time​‌‌ with greetings. As‍‌ soon as he‍‍‌ saw Lucian, he‍⁠ approached and shouted.⁠‌⁠

“Duke!⁠ What is the​‌ meaning of this?!”⁠⁠‌

“What’s‍​‍ the meaning of‌ what? What are⁠​ you suddenly talking​ about?”

At‍​ Denis’s angry words,‍​‌ Lucian shrugged as⁠​‍ if he truly‌‌‌ didn’t understand. That⁠ attitude only made‍ Denis raise his‌​​ voice even more.‌⁠‍

“Why​​‌ is that person‍ being treated like‍ this? If you‌‍‍ are truly loyal‍⁠‌ to the Empire,‍⁠ you should immediately⁠ treat him according​‍‍ to his rightful‍‌ status!”

Denis‍‌‍ spoke without hiding‍⁠⁠ his anger, yet​‍‍ still referred to⁠ the First Prince‍ as “that person.”‍⁠‌ One couldn’t tell‌‍⁠ why he avoided⁠‌ using the name,‍​⁠ but he was‌‌ at least trying​ to align with⁠​ Lucian’s intentions.

Noticing​‌‌ that bit of‍⁠‌ political calculation, Lucian‍ sighed in relief.‍⁠‍

“Good.‌⁠⁠ It seems I can still talk‍ to you.”

“Don’t‌ change the subject!​‌‍ What you’ve done,​‍‍ Duke, is—”

“Hard‍ to consider loyal,⁠ I know. But‍‍ I had my‌⁠ reasons.”

“What‌‍ reason could be​ above loyalty to‍ the Imperial Family?”​‌‍

Even‌ Denis wouldn’t dare‍⁠‍ say such a thing in front‌⁠‍ of other lords.​‌

It​ was the kind‍‍‌ of outburst that‌ would make even‍‍ a true loyalist‍⁠ turn away.

But​ Lucian was someone⁠‌ who had received‍⁠ too much from​⁠ the former emperor.​‍

He‌⁠ had a duty​‌ to show loyalty⁠‌​ to the Imperial⁠ Family—even if that‍⁠ meant dealing with‍​​ a spy like⁠ Denis.

“If​​‌ you can’t give​​​ a proper explanation,⁠⁠ I’ll have no‍‍ choice but to‍ reveal that person’s⁠⁠‍ presence to the⁠‍ others.”

“Go⁠ ahead, if you​ want. But before‌​ you do, spend​ exactly three days‌‍‍ tending to him​​ closely.”

“…What⁠‍ does that mean?”‌‌

“No​ matter what I say, you wouldn’t​ understand. Experience it‌⁠​ for yourself. After‌ three days, you’ll‌‌​ know.”

Denis​​ looked at Lucian⁠‌ with a puzzled‍ expression, but Lucian’s​‍‍ response didn’t change.​⁠⁠

He⁠⁠‍ simply repeated that⁠‍ if Denis stayed‍ by the First​⁠⁠ Prince’s side, he’d⁠ come to understand.‌‌

In⁠‌ the end, Denis⁠‌​ had no choice⁠ but to sigh‌ and nod.

“Fine.‌ I’ll do as​‍ you say—but I hope my actions​‌⁠ aren’t in vain.”⁠

“Don’t​‌ worry. I’m not​‌ saying this just⁠ to buy time.”‌

To​ be honest, Lucian‌‍ even doubted it‌‌​ would take three⁠⁠ days.

With⁠​ the First Prince’s​‌⁠ personality, he’d likely⁠​⁠ say everything without‍​⁠ considering his audience.​‍

After‍ confirming that Denis‍⁠ was headed to⁠ the underground prison,‍ Lucian gave an⁠‍ order to a servant near his‌​ office.

“Call⁠​⁠ the knights from‍​ the Black Lions⁠‍‌ who were recently⁠ appointed.”

The​ conditions were already​‌ set. It was​ time to gather‍ testimonies.

Not​⁠ to show them​⁠‌ to someone—but to‍⁠⁠ prove that Lucian‍⁠​ had listened.

***​‌‌

The​ reason Lucian had⁠‍ specifically mentioned three⁠ days was simple.​

He‍⁠ thought that, after⁠‍ everything he had​​ been through, even‌⁠ the First Prince‍‍ would be on​ guard.

Even‍​ if he placed‌​​ someone as loyal⁠ as Denis by​​ his side, he⁠‍ believed the prince‍‍ would at least‌⁠ weigh his words‍ for a day.​​​

But​ that assumption crumbled⁠‍ very quickly.

Before‍​ even a full⁠‌‌ day had passed,‌​‍ something unbelievable came‌​ out of the​‌​ First Prince’s mouth.​

“So‌ the First Prince​‍ ordered Denis to​‌ kill me?”

“Yes.”‌

Vincent,⁠‌‌ a former Black​⁠ Lion who had⁠ recently joined Lucian’s‌‌ ranks, bowed his‌ head.

Even⁠‍‍ as he gave‌​‍ his report, he​ couldn’t hide his​‌ expression of disbelief.​

“I‍ didn’t hear it‌ all clearly because‌ I was far⁠‍⁠ away and there​ was an echo,‍‌ but I clearly‌‍ heard him order⁠⁠ that your head‍‌ be cut off‌‌⁠ and hung on‌ the wall.”

“Couldn’t‍ it have just‌‌ been said in​‌⁠ a fit of⁠‌ rage? He’s always​‌‌ had a habit‌‌‍ of losing his​ temper and saying‍‌‍ whatever comes to‌​‍ mind.”

“If​ only that were‌⁠ the case. The​ problem is that​ the plan was‌​‍ actually quite concrete.”‍​

The​‌‍ First Prince’s plan⁠⁠⁠ was as follows​‌​ first, he would‌ send handwritten letters​‍​ to the northern‍ lords to widely‌‍⁠ publicize his situation.⁠‌‌

Once‌‍ the lords demanded‌⁠ explanations, even someone⁠ like Lucian would‍‍​ have no choice⁠‌⁠ but to bring⁠‌ him out into⁠‍ the open.

The⁠‌​ moment he appeared‌ in public, the‍⁠⁠ prince would label‌‌ him a traitor‌ and immediately order⁠‌‌ his execution with​ the support of​​ the other lords.‍​⁠

He‌ even said that,⁠​‌ even if they​‍‌ tried to pressure‍‍⁠ him beforehand not‌‌ to say too‍​‌ much, he planned‍ to ignore it‌⁠ all. That he‍‍​ wasn’t afraid at​ all of the‍ threats from a traitor.

“…More⁠‍ than being childish,​​ that’s not something‍ you say in‌‍​ the heat of⁠​‌ the moment.”

“I‌​‍ see. Seems like‍ His Highness has‌ been turning this‍ over in his⁠ mind for some‍⁠ time.”

A sneer slipped from​ Lucian’s lips.

Execute‌​⁠ him on the​ spot after publicly​​ declaring him a traitor?

‘Ridiculous.‍​ No matter the‌‌ justification, there’s no‍‍‌ way they could‍⁠ kill me in​‌‌ the heart of‌‌​ Asagrim.’

From‌ the start, the‌​‌ premise was flawed,‌‌ but the most​‍⁠ absurd part was‍⁠ that point.

Let’s‌​ suppose everything went⁠‍ according to plan‌​‌ and all the‍⁠‌ northern lords came‌⁠⁠ to Asagrim to‌ pressure Lucian.

Would⁠​​ they really, right⁠‍⁠ then and there,⁠​ side with the‍ First Prince after⁠‌‌ he declared Lucian​‍⁠ a traitor?

‘No‌ way. They’d be‍ massacred on the​⁠‍ spot.’

To⁠​‌ enter Lucian’s territory,​⁠​ the heads of⁠ houses would have⁠ to come with‌​ only a minimal​⁠​ number of escorts.‍​

Meaning⁠ that when the‌ First Prince appeared‍‍‌ in public, everyone‌⁠ would basically be​​‍ putting their lives‌​​ in Lucian’s hands.⁠⁠⁠

At‍ that moment, who‌ would follow an‌‍⁠ immediate execution order?‍

And‍⁠⁠ even if someone⁠ did obey, they​⁠ would just return​⁠​ to their territory‍ later to raise‍ an army.

Of‌ course, after giving‍ the execution order,⁠⁠​ the First Prince‍⁠ would fall back‌‌⁠ into Lucian’s hands.⁠⁠‍

There‌⁠​ was no need⁠​ to explain what‌‌ kind of treatment‌ he’d receive in⁠⁠ Asagrim after that.‍

“And‍‌ what did Denis‌⁠‌ say to that​ order from the⁠​⁠ First Prince?”

“He‍⁠​ tried to dissuade‍ him a couple‌ of times, but‌​ in the end,⁠⁠ he gave up.⁠ Then he tried⁠ to come here​‍‌ directly.”

“Tried​‌‍ to?”

“He​⁠ presented himself deliberately‍‌ and told him‍⁠ he’d come to‍ report first, asking‍‍ him to wait.‍ He’s outside right‌‍ now, waiting to​‍‍ see you.”

“Well⁠⁠‍ done.”

Lucian‍ smiled with satisfaction​‍ at Vincent’s resourcefulness.⁠⁠

As⁠‌⁠ expected of someone‍​ with experience as⁠‌ a Black Lion—he​ handled things quickly.‌

After‍‌​ dismissing Vincent, Lucian‌ had Denis brought​⁠‌ in, who had‍ been waiting.

There‌⁠⁠ was no trace‍​ of his earlier​​ anger; his face‍​​ was completely pale.‌‍‍

Before​​‍ Lucian could say‌‌ anything, Denis suddenly​‍ dropped to his‌ knees and shouted.⁠⁠

“Duke!​​⁠ Please, calm your⁠ fury and remember​⁠ the grace you‌‌‌ received from the​​⁠ former emperor!”

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