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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Seeing⁠⁠⁠ Denis kneeling without⁠ moving an inch,⁠​‌ Lucian clicked his⁠ tongue.

“I​‌‌ haven’t said anything‍⁠ yet.”

“His⁠⁠⁠ Highness the First⁠ Prince has suffered‍​⁠ for a long‍‌ time under the‍​‍ yoke of the‌ rebels. That’s why​⁠ his nerves are‌​‍ on edge. I beg you to⁠‍​ understand.”

After‍‍ saying that, Denis​⁠ bowed even lower,​ prostrating completely with‌​ his forehead touching‌‍ the floor in‍ front of Lucian.‍​

It​⁠ seemed he didn’t⁠​ plan to move⁠ until Lucian’s mood‌​​ calmed down.

Lucian‌‌⁠ watched him for‌​ a moment and‌‌⁠ then spoke in​​​ a flat tone.​​‍

“The​⁠​ First Prince doesn’t‍​​ seem to understand‌‌⁠ how the world​​‌ works.”

“D-Duke.”‍

“As⁠​​ you yourself said​ earlier, I received‍​ great grace from‌ the former emperor.‍‍ Beyond duty as​​ a vassal, as‍‌ a human being,⁠​​ it’s only natural‍⁠‌ to repay that‍⁠ grace to his⁠​ rightful heir. But…”‍

Lucian​⁠​ sighed deeply, as⁠⁠⁠ if to be‌​‍ clearly heard, and⁠ continued.

“Even‍ so, everything has⁠‌‍ a limit.”

“…”​​

“That‍ he wants my‍ head—I could accept‌‌ that. But to‌‌‌ also label me‍‌‍ a traitor? To‌ think of razing‌⁠⁠ Asagrim without leaving‍​ a single blade⁠ of grass, just‍⁠ because he was‌‍‌ treated a little‍ coldly…”

“As⁠‌ I told you⁠‍ earlier—”

“That‌⁠⁠ he was upset‍ and said it​‌ in the heat⁠‌‌ of the moment?​‌ For that, the‌ plan is far​ too detailed, don’t⁠​⁠ you think?”

At‍​​ Lucian’s remark, Denis‌‍‍ couldn’t say anything.​‍​

It​‌​ would have been‍​ better if the⁠⁠ First Prince had⁠ simply lost his‍ temper and irrationally⁠‍‌ ordered Lucian’s death‌​ on the spot.‌​

Then​⁠‌ they could have‌‌‌ used the excuse​ that he was‍​‌ not in his⁠ right mind. The‌ problem was that‌​ it didn’t stop‍ there—he had actually‌⁠ crafted a detailed‌ plan.

Regardless​‍ of its feasibility,‍‌ the moment he⁠ showed sustained resentment​ and not just‍‍ fleeting anger, there‌‌⁠ was no escaping‍ it.

“Denis,⁠ tell me. What​‌ exactly am I supposed to do?”​‌

Remember‌⁠ the grace of‌‍ the former emperor,‌ stay firm, and‍​ remain a loyal⁠ servant.

That’s‌‍ what Denis wanted​‌‌ to say—but he​‌ couldn’t.

The‍‌‌ First Prince’s plan⁠ was enough to⁠ completely erase any‍ debt of gratitude⁠ owed to the‍‍‌ former emperor.

Seeing​‌ Denis unable to​ speak, only moving‍‌⁠ his lips, Lucian​ continued.

“Now‍⁠ you understand why​‍⁠ I left the​ First Prince as​ he is in‍‌ the prison, don’t‍ you?”

“…!”⁠‌

“What⁠⁠ do you think​‌ will happen if⁠‍​ his presence becomes⁠ public? The other⁠​‌ lords will try​ to contact him,‍‌ and of course,⁠​⁠ his thoughts will⁠⁠ come to light.​ And what comes‍‍​ after doesn’t even​‌ need to be​‌‌ said.”

The⁠ First Prince didn’t​ doubt for a second that he‍​ was the sole‍‌ rightful heir and‍ took for granted⁠⁠‍ everyone’s absolute obedience.‍

If,‍‌‍ even in this​​​ situation, he showed⁠⁠⁠ no change in⁠‍⁠ character, even the⁠ little support he‍ had left would​⁠‍ vanish completely.

They‍ supported him because‍ it suited them—not⁠‍ because they were⁠ willing to sacrifice‍⁠ everything for the​ imperial family.

‘Sure,‍ out of pride,⁠⁠ they won’t betray‌‌ him openly. But‌ that doesn’t matter—there‌‌​ are plenty of‌⁠ ways to feign‌‍‍ loyalty while conspiring‍‌ in the shadows.’‌‌​

They​⁠‌ could even maintain⁠‍‍ the title of‌‍‌ “loyal to the‌‌​ imperial family” while​ switching factions.

Loyalists​ who, despite their⁠⁠ devotion, fell into‌‌​ an enemy trap‍ and failed to​‍⁠ prevent the First⁠ Prince’s death.

Moved‍‍‌ by such supposed⁠‌‍ nobility, ambitious lords‍‌ would end up⁠ recruiting them after‍ persistent urging.

Without⁠ knowing there was‍‍ collusion behind it,‍‌‍ such a story​⁠‍ would sound fairly‍​⁠ convincing. If two‍ factions agree, creating‌‍ a story like​ that isn’t difficult​⁠ at all.

As‌ if he had‌‍‌ sensed such a future, Denis—pale as‍‌‌ wax—began slamming his⁠⁠ forehead against the⁠ floor repeatedly.

“I’ve​ been a fool⁠ for not understanding‍ the duke’s great‌‌ intention!”

“There’s⁠‌⁠ no need for‌​‍ apologies. I too​ have reached my‌ limit.”

“H-Huh?”⁠‌‍

“The⁠ First Prince treats⁠ me as a mortal enemy. Do‌ you think I can be at‍‌‍ peace like this?​ I’ll open the⁠ way—take him with⁠​ you to whatever‍ loyalist he prefers.​ Go wherever you​⁠ want, anywhere is‍‍‍ better than here.”​‌

Denis’s​⁠‍ face turned completely⁠ white.

Among‌‍‌ the First Prince’s​⁠ supporters, the most⁠​⁠ powerful was precisely‌⁠‍ Lucian.

No—in‌⁠​ truth, outside of​ Lucian, most of‍​‌ them were little⁠‌​ more than nobodies.‍

And‍‌⁠ now to be⁠ outside of his⁠ protection and join​⁠⁠ another faction?

Even⁠⁠ before reclaiming Tibron⁠⁠ or ascending the​⁠ throne, they’d already‍⁠ be fearing for​‌‍ their lives the‌ very next day.‍

“Duke,​⁠‌ please, calm yourself!”​​

“I‌ am perfectly calm.​ And I still‍ consider myself loyal‍‌ to the First​ Prince. If he⁠‌‍ needs economic or‍ military support, he‍⁠​ only has to⁠ ask. I’ll provide​‌‌ it immediately.”

“That’s​‍ not what I meant…!”

“Then‌⁠ what is the‌‌ problem?”

At‍‍ Lucian’s question, Denis‌ shut his eyes​​ tightly.

The‍ simple fact that⁠​​ Lucian promised support‍​​ even after hearing​ such words was⁠ already a massive​​‍ concession.

To‍‍​ ask anything more—even‍ considering the relationship⁠‌ between sovereign and⁠⁠‍ vassal—was excessive.

“Don’t​ worry. I don’t‌ intend to throw‍​​ him out like​‍‌ he’s a nuisance.‍‍ After Sir Eisen’s⁠ funeral, I’ll treat‍‍ him accordingly and‌ give him troops‍‌​ and funds.”

“T-Thank‍‍ you.”

Even​​‌ as he responded,‍‌ Denis kept searching​‍ for a way‍‌‌ out.

If⁠​ the First Prince‌‌⁠ lost Lucian’s protection,​‌​ everything would be‌ lost.

He‍‌ would have to​‍⁠ pretend to accept⁠​‌ it for now⁠‍ and find a way to change⁠ Lucian’s heart before⁠‌‌ the funeral ended.⁠​‍

‘If‌⁠​ we give him‍​‍ a benefit he⁠ can’t refuse, he’ll‌ be forced to‌ keep the prince​‌‍ around. I must‌ convince the First‌‌ Prince to do⁠ something like that.​‌​ If I must,​ even on my⁠‌⁠ own…’

Following​ the will of​‍‌ the emperor was‌‌‌ a vassal’s duty.​⁠

But​ if the rightful⁠​ heir to the‍ imperial family lacked‌‍‍ all sense of‌⁠ reality, one had​ to overstep their‍ authority to preserve‍⁠‍ the dynasty’s continuity.⁠⁠​

That⁠‌‍ was the loyal‌ servant’s mindset Denis⁠⁠‌ had been raised‍​ with all his⁠​⁠ life.

Lucian‌‍ watched Denis, whose⁠ eyes darted around​​ restlessly, and gave​⁠‍ a faint smile.​‍​

It‌​ seemed the time​ was nearing when⁠⁠⁠ he could “negotiate”​ without involving the‍‌ First Prince.

***​‌​

Two‌ days after that,‌‍ Felicia offered the‍‌ fairy metal sword‍ she had wielded​‌⁠ on the dueling‍​​ field before the‌​ tomb of the​‍‍ former Swordmaster, Eisen.​⁠

Though‍‌‌ a long mourning‍ period had already​ passed, the ceremony​ itself was held‌​‍ simply, but its⁠ significance was far​‍‌ from small.

After‍​ all, it demonstrated‍ that Felicia had‍ received such firm⁠‌ recognition from everyone‌ that no one‌⁠⁠ could object to‌‍ her being the⁠⁠ one to preside‌‌ over the event.‌⁠‍

“With‍‌ this, we conclude⁠‍‌ the funeral rites​ of the former​⁠ Swordmaster, Sir Eisen.​ I thank you‍​ all for coming‍‍ to pay him‌ tribute. For the‍‌ great Swordmaster, Sir‌ Eisen!”

“For‌ Sir Eisen!”

When​ Lucian raised his‌ cup and gave‌​‍ a brief farewell‍‍ toast, everyone else‌ raised theirs as⁠‍​ well.

Since‌​ all the formal‌‍ proceedings were over,‌ the banquet itself‌​⁠ was rather modest.​⁠‌

More⁠​‌ than a celebration,​‌⁠ it was little⁠‍‍ more than a gathering to exchange​‍ farewells.

Sensing​ that the banquet‍‌ was about to‌⁠ end, Lesta and⁠‍⁠ Harald, mixed in‌​​ among the heads​‌ of families, exchanged​‍ glances.

‘Now‍‍​ is the time.’​⁠‌

‘Isn’t​‍​ it too sudden?’​

‘There’s‌ no alternative. In⁠‍ practice, this is‍‍ our last chance.’⁠‍

‘That’s‍​‍ true—waiting longer would​​ be pointless. All⁠‍ right, you start.’‍‌

With‌ Harald’s nod, Lesta​⁠‍ stepped forward and​ raised his voice.​

“Duke!‌‍‌ I beg your⁠‍​ pardon for the⁠ presumption, but I have something to​‌⁠ say in this‍ place.”

“…?”​

At⁠⁠ the sudden shout,‌ all eyes turned‌​ to Lesta. Even‌⁠​ Lucian hadn’t expected‌‍ the move, so⁠​‌ he simply blinked‌ in silence.

Taking‍ that silence as​⁠ permission, Lesta continued.‍‌

“The​‌‍ Empire is facing‌⁠ an unprecedented crisis!‌ Rebels roam freely​​ everywhere, the imperial​⁠ family has fallen⁠⁠‍ into the hands⁠‍ of someone of⁠‍ questionable origin, and‍ the roads are‍ overrun by bandits!​ It’s no exaggeration​ to say that⁠⁠⁠ the very foundations‍⁠ of the Empire‌​‍ are shaking!”

“Hmph.”‍

The‌​​ aggressive tone made​⁠​ some mourners and‌ heads of families⁠ frown, but Lesta⁠⁠‌ didn’t care in‍⁠​ the slightest.

In‍⁠‌ fact, as if‌ he’d been expecting⁠‍​ that reaction, he‌​‌ raised his voice‌​‍ even more.

“To‌‍ quell this chaos,‍​⁠ it is imperative​‌ to restore the‍​ authority of the​ imperial family and‍ enthrone the rightful⁠⁠​ heir, His Highness‌⁠ the First Prince.‍‌ However, we in​‌ the north lack‍‌ the strength necessary‍‌​ to accomplish this.”​‌

“And?⁠ What are you‍ getting at?”

At​‍‍ Lucian’s reproach to​ stop beating around⁠‍ the bush, Lesta‍ smiled and replied.⁠‍

“For‍‌ the peace of⁠‍⁠ the Empire, we⁠‌⁠ believe it is​⁠ necessary to unify​⁠‌ the power of⁠‍⁠ the north. We‌‍ beg you to‍​ restore the Kingdom⁠⁠ of the North!​⁠ Ascend the throne,⁠⁠ pacify this chaos,​​ and raise the⁠‌ First Prince to​ the imperial throne!”‌‌

“…!”​

A silent shock rippled‍​ through the center⁠ of the hall.‍‌

It‌‍ was true that⁠​ this was a time when the‌ ambitious were raising⁠‍ forces under various‍ pretexts.

But⁠ even so, no​‌ one expected to‍ hear talk of⁠ restoring the Kingdom​​​ of the North.‌‌‌

‘Is⁠⁠​ this guy aware​⁠ of what he‌ just said?’

‘Restoring​‍ a kingdom without​ royal blood? Unifying⁠‍ the entire north?’​

Cold‌‍​ sweat began to‍‌​ slide down the​​ foreheads of those​ present.

It⁠‍ was an absurd⁠ idea—but if it​‌ were to become​⁠‌ reality, it would⁠⁠​ be terrifying.

The​ entire Empire had‍‌‍ turned into a battlefield of the‌ ambitious.

Though‍⁠⁠ there were pros​‍ and cons among⁠​​ the great families,‍⁠ no single dominant⁠‍ power existed.

And​ now a kingdom‌​ rising again and‍​ taking hold of‍⁠ all the northern​ strength?

That⁠‍⁠ would be handing​⁠ over control of‍⁠⁠ the chaos to‍‍ a single person.‌

‘Impossible.⁠ Who would want‍‍‍ to serve a kingdom that fell​ so long ago,​​ and without even​ being the imperial⁠ family?’

‘We⁠‌‍ acknowledge the ancient​ glory of the‍‌ royal house of⁠ the north, but‍‌​ respecting tradition isn’t​ the same as‍‍‍ submitting to it.’​

‘Unless​ they’re on the‌ brink of ruin,‌⁠ everyone still has‍ options. There’s no⁠⁠‌ one here seriously‌ supporting the kingdom’s⁠ restoration…’

“It’s⁠​ a completely fair‍ proposal! I, too,‌​ request the restoration​ of the kingdom!‍‌‍ For the sake‌​ of the great​ cause, I beg‍ you to ascend‍‍ the throne!”

“…!?”‍‌

Those​⁠ who had just‌‌‌ calmed down were​⁠ startled to see‍ Harald step forward.⁠‌

And‍‍ he wasn’t alone.⁠ Shortly after, several‍⁠ heads of minor‌‍‍ families began stepping⁠⁠ out among the⁠ mourners and raising‌‌ their voices.

“Restore‌‍​ the Kingdom of​‌⁠ the North and​⁠‍ ascend the throne!”⁠​

“Pacify‌​ the chaos of⁠ the Empire and‍ enthrone the rightful⁠ heir!”

Although⁠ voices of support‍ arose here and⁠⁠ there, they didn’t⁠‌‍ fill the hall.‌‍‌

Those⁠‌⁠ shouting numbered perhaps‍⁠ a dozen at‍‌‍ most, and mostly⁠​ belonged to minor‌‌ families.

Since​⁠‍ the majority of‌⁠ heads of family‌ remained silent, the‌ ones causing a stir stood out‍ all the more.‌‍⁠

If‍ things continued like​​​ this, it would‍⁠‍ be Lesta, Harald,​‍​ and the others⁠​‍ who ended up‌‌‌ embarrassed.

It​ would seem they‌‍ had made a one-sided proposal without‍‍ any real backing.‍‌⁠

The​‌ problem was that,‍‌​ from the perspective​ of the northern​‌⁠ lords, that outcome‌‌‍ was also unacceptable.‌​⁠

‘Dammit,​⁠ what do we‍⁠ do? Do we‍‍ pretend to support‍​‍ it at least?’‌‍‌

‘Are‍‌ you insane? What‌ if the Kingdom‌‌ of the North‌ really is restored?’‌‍

‘If​ we look away‍⁠⁠ and the duke‌ gets angry, it’ll‍ be even worse!‌⁠ He’s no longer⁠ hiding his ambition.‍ You think he’ll​ leave us alone​‍‌ forever?’

Lucian’s​​‌ ambition was already⁠​‌ well-known throughout the​ Empire.

In‍‌ other words, when⁠‌​ the time came,​⁠ it wouldn’t be‌‍ strange for him​‍ to try expanding‍ his power by​‌‍ force into other‍‍​ territories.

Until⁠⁠ now, he had⁠ focused on strengthening‌⁠ his internal domain,⁠⁠‌ not looking outward,‍‌ but if this​‌ proposal to restore‌⁠ the kingdom was⁠‌ crushed like this,‌ his mood would‍ certainly change.

It‌​ would be proof‍‌‌ that there was‍⁠​ no peaceful path‍ for Lucian to‍​ rule the north.​‍

Maybe⁠ now he would​ laugh it off—but‌​⁠ when war broke⁠ out, no one‌⁠​ could expect mercy‌‌ from him.

As​‍‍ everyone hesitated, unable‌⁠⁠ to choose a side—

“Enough.”⁠

Lucian’s‌ low voice echoed​ throughout the banquet‌ hall.

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  • Fernando
    Fernando
    Qi Refinement
    2 weeks ago Edited at 16:00 16/08/2026

    That’s great, but he could have given that prince a few slaps.

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