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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 176

Chapter 176

“Enough.”‍

When⁠‍‌ Lucian’s voice spread⁠‍ quietly through the⁠⁠‌ banquet hall, everyone‍ present swallowed at‍ once and fixed‍‌‍ their gaze on‌​⁠ him.

Absolutely‍⁠‍ everything depended on‌‍ how Lucian reacted⁠‌​ in that moment.‌‍

Would‍ he reveal his‍⁠‌ ambition without reserve,‍​⁠ or would he​​‌ take a step‌‌​ back to observe‍⁠ the situation?

Under​‍‌ everyone’s watchful eyes,‌‍⁠ Lucian opened his​ mouth.

“Since‍‌​ His Majesty, the‌‍ Founding Emperor Wilhelm,⁠‌ established this Empire,‍‍ there has never‍ been a case‍ in which the⁠‍ imperial family granted⁠​ a royal title.‌‌ All royal houses‍ that were annexed⁠‌ were demoted to​‌ ducal houses, and​‌ only those that‌ retained their status‌⁠⁠ as kingdoms survived‌ as vassal states.”‍‍

The⁠​ unification war a thousand years ago‍‍⁠ had been an‍​‍ enormous burden even‌​‌ for the Empire.​​

They​ annexed neighboring kingdoms​⁠​ one after another‍ and expanded their‌ territory, but that​​ also meant, in‍ other words, that​⁠ responsibilities increased as​‍ well.

From‍ administrative and judicial⁠⁠ issues in the⁠ conquered regions to⁠ the management of‌ the increased population‌ and the treatment‌⁠‌ of the nobles‌‍ who had surrendered.⁠⁠

As​‌ power grew, internal⁠‍‌ conflicts multiplied too,​ and not even​⁠‍ the founding emperor‍‍‌ could avoid exhaustion.‍‍

The⁠‌ vassal states that​​⁠ survived the unification‌​⁠ war were those⁠​‌ that, at the​⁠ time, surrendered quickly‍‌‍ in exchange for‍ autonomy.

In⁠‌ other words, all⁠​⁠ the royal houses‌​ that exist today‌ are those that⁠​ managed to survive​‌⁠ back then—not houses​​‍ that received a royal title later⁠​ on from the‍‌​ Empire.

“The‌⁠⁠ Empire has never‍ forbidden the granting⁠‌ of royal titles.⁠⁠ However, since there​ is no precedent,‌‌ how could I proclaim myself king?⁠⁠ At the very⁠‌ least, the consent‌ of His Highness​ the First Prince,‌‌ the legitimate heir​ recognized by His​‌​ Majesty the previous‌ Emperor, would be‍‌‌ necessary.”

At‍ that ambiguous answer,⁠⁠​ the heads of​⁠‌ the houses frowned.​‌ Then what was​‍⁠ he trying to‌‍‍ do? Did he⁠‍ want to become⁠‌‌ king or remain‌​​ a duke?

If​​ he made his‍‌ stance clear, at⁠​‌ least they could⁠ align themselves with‍‌ the dominant current,‌​ but with an⁠​‍ answer like that,‍ even that was‍ impossible.

While⁠ the house heads‌‌ hesitated, unable to‌ decipher Lucian’s true‍​​ intentions—

“His‍‍ Highness’s words are⁠ absolutely correct! If‌‍‌ there has never⁠⁠‌ been a case⁠ in which the⁠‍‌ imperial family granted‌ a royal title,‍ how could we‍‌‍ speak so lightly​‌ of ascending to⁠‌ the throne or⁠‍⁠ not?”

“…!”‍‌

“Unless‍​⁠ His Highness the⁠‍‍ First Prince proposes‌‍ it first, we‌‌‍ must not even​​‍ mention the matter​​‌ of royalty! Ignore​‌ the proposals of‌‌ these fools and‍ let them pass!”​‍

The‍‌​ heads of the⁠​‌ houses turned pale.‍ The tone sounded​ as if it​‌ supported Lucian, but​‌‌ in reality, it‍ was nothing more‍ than outright opposition​ to the restoration⁠​⁠ of the kingdom.⁠⁠‍

Turning⁠ their heads to‍​‌ see who dared​ say such a thing, they were‌‌⁠ met with a familiar face.

‘Hermann‌​ Glauber!’

The‌​ head of House⁠⁠​ Glauber, former ally‌‍‍ of Count Calix​⁠⁠ when he opposed​⁠ Lucian.

Although​‍​ he had immediately‍ severed ties after‍​ the assassination attempt,‍‍ the original sin‌ of having been​ an enemy, even⁠⁠ for a short‌​‌ time, could not​ be erased.

That⁠‌ was why he⁠‍ had even had‌ to show his​‌ “sincerity” in the‍⁠ form of donations‌‍ to Lucian. And⁠‍ even so, he‍ dared to step‍​⁠ forward again.

‘After‍⁠⁠ everything, the duke‍ must already have‌⁠ him marked, and⁠‍ yet he opposes⁠⁠⁠ him so brazenly?’‌​

‘He’s‌‌​ insane. Has he‌ already decided to⁠‍‍ go completely to‍⁠‌ the extreme?’

The‍ house heads clicked⁠⁠ their tongues in‌​‍ disbelief, but Hermann‌​ had his own​ reasons.

Even​ if he had⁠‍ to incur Lucian’s⁠⁠⁠ hatred, he had‌ to stop the⁠ restoration of the⁠‍ Kingdom of the‍⁠ North at all‍ costs.

‘They‌⁠⁠ already have me⁠‍ by the neck⁠ for that original‌​⁠ sin. If he‌⁠‍ gains the status‍‍⁠ of king on​​‌ top of that,​⁠‌ it’s all over.​ There’d be no‍ way to resist,​⁠‍ no matter what‌⁠ I do.’

It‌⁠‌ was true that‌ Lucian wielded absolute‌‍ power as lord⁠ of the north,‌‍ but that was​‌ still pressure based‍ on military force.‍

It⁠‌ wasn’t formal authority—it‍‍ was simply crushing‍ others through superior​‌ strength. He could‍⁠ intimidate indirectly, but‌ not issue direct⁠‍ orders.

However,‍ if the Kingdom‌⁠ of the North​⁠‌ were restored and‍‍ Lucian ascended to⁠ the throne, the⁠ situation would change‍ completely.

Even‍⁠​ without showing military‍‍ might, his orders​⁠ would carry authority.​

Even​​​ if no martial​​ power were involved,‍​​ in principle, one‍‌⁠ would have to​ obey, and disobedience‌ would automatically become‍⁠ a legitimate reason⁠ for subjugation.

‘The​ moment he ascends​​‌ to the throne,‌​ resisting his orders‌​ would mean instantly‍‌‍ becoming an enemy​ of the north.‌‌ It’s not the‍‌ same to be‍⁠ disliked by a duke as by‌​‍ a king. He​​‌ must be stopped‍ here, at any‍ cost.’

Of​ course, with these​⁠‍ words he would​‌‌ earn even more‌‍ of Lucian’s resentment,‍​​ but Hermann thought‌ that was preferable.​

You​​ could still offer⁠‍ some resistance to‌​‍ a duke, however​ slight; to a king, you couldn’t.⁠⁠⁠

Just⁠‍‌ as Hermann, now⁠ resolved, tightly shut⁠ his eyes in⁠‍ anticipation of Lucian’s‌​‍ wrath—

“Calling⁠‌ them fools is‌‍ a bit much.⁠‌‍ They are merely​​ sincerely concerned about⁠‍ the Empire’s future.​​‍ Don’t view them‌ so harshly.”

“…?”‍​

“Even‍‍‌ so, you’ve pointed‍ out the key​‌⁠ point. A royal​‌‍ title is not‌ something to be⁠‌ desired unless proposed‍‍ first by His⁠‍‍ Highness the First‌‌ Prince. I think​ so too.”

At⁠⁠‍ Lucian’s calm voice,​​⁠ the heads of⁠ the houses couldn’t‌ hide their confusion.⁠

There‍ was no anger,⁠‍‌ not even annoyance,⁠​ which made it‍⁠ impossible to guess‌‌ his true feelings.⁠‍

Lucian‌ looked around at‍⁠⁠ the confused heads​‍​ of the houses​ and then stood‌‌‌ up.

“The‌​ farewell banquet has​⁠ been ruined. We‌‍⁠ can’t part on‍‌ good terms like​‌ this. We’ll hold​ another farewell banquet‌‌ in three days.⁠ I’ll see you‍​⁠ then.”

***‌‌​

“I‍ have no idea​​​ what His Excellency‍ the Duke is⁠‍‌ thinking.”

“Me‌‌ neither. If only⁠⁠ he would say​‌ it clearly…”

As​ soon as Lucian‌‍ left the banquet‌‌ hall, the heads‍​‍ of the houses‌⁠​ began to gather​‌⁠ here and there‍‍​ to murmur among⁠ themselves.

Though⁠ they belonged to‍‍ different factions, the‍ topic of conversation‍​ was the same,​​​ “What are Lucian’s​⁠‍ true intentions?”

“Does​‍ he truly disapprove⁠ of the restoration​ of the Kingdom‌ of the North?”‍⁠⁠

“If⁠‌ that were the‌⁠‍ case, would he⁠‌ have spoken so⁠ ambiguously? He must⁠​‍ be interested in​​ something.”

“But​ if he’s interested,​ isn’t his reaction​ too lukewarm?”

“He’s​​⁠ neither saying yes⁠⁠​ nor no. What‍ a frustrating situation.”‍‍

The​ heads of the​‍ houses were on‌ the verge of​ despair. Even if‍​ they wanted to⁠ give the answer​ Lucian expected, how​​⁠ could they if‍​‍ they didn’t even‌‌ know what it⁠​ was?

Ironically,‌‌‌ the one who‌ most accurately grasped‌‌ Lucian’s true intentions​ wasn’t any head⁠‍‍ of house, but​‍‌ a mere servant.⁠​

‘This‍ wasn’t aimed at‍‌​ the heads of‍ the houses—it was​ a message for​‌​ me.’

Denis,⁠​‌ who had been​ lurking around the‍ hall to assess‌ the situation in​​ Asagrim, began to‌⁠​ sweat coldly.

He⁠‍ had perfectly understood​​​ the message Lucian⁠ was sending him.‌

‘Duke‍‍ Lucian desires the‍ restoration of the‍​ Kingdom of the‍​‍ North. But not‍‌‍ through self-proclamation—only with‌⁠‌ perfect legitimacy, with⁠‌ the approval of⁠ His Highness the​⁠ First Prince.’

Lucian‍‌ had deliberately mentioned⁠ “the approval of‌ His Highness the​⁠ First Prince.” And​⁠​ as expected, the⁠‍‍ opposing Hermann had​‌⁠ immediately latched onto‍ that point.

It⁠ was clear the‌‌​ entire scene had‍​ been staged deliberately—right‌‍‌ in front of‍​​ Denis.

I will not restore‍⁠ the Kingdom of‌‍​ the North while​‌⁠ carrying this weakness.⁠ So go to​ the First Prince​​‍ immediately and get‍⁠‌ a formal authorization.‍

Faced​⁠‍ with such a difficult demand, Denis​⁠‌ sighed deeply inside.‍⁠

‘…There’s​​ no choice but⁠‌​ to speak with​ His Highness the⁠⁠​ First Prince.’

Having​‍ completed his information‍ gathering, Denis headed‍⁠ straight to the‌ prison where the​ First Prince was⁠‍⁠ held.

Since‌⁠‌ Lucian had already​ given instructions to‌‌‍ the jailers and‌ guards, no one‌​⁠ tried to stop​⁠ him.

Claude,⁠‌ who was gnashing​​⁠ his teeth in⁠‌ the cell, brightened⁠⁠​ up when he​⁠ saw Denis return​ and shouted,

“Oh,⁠ you’re just in‍⁠ time! So, how’s​‍⁠ the plan going?”​

Hearing‌​‌ the word plan,‌‌‍ Denis’s eyebrows twitched.‌‍ He had said​ it over and‌‌ over—it was impossible.‌ And yet he‌ was still clinging‌ to it?

“Your​​‌ Highness the First‍​​ Prince, as I have told you‍ before, that plan​​ is unfeasible. Please‍​ calm your anger​‍​ and reconsider.”

“…What?⁠‍ Are you telling‍‌​ me you’ve done‍‍‍ nothing? That you⁠ weren’t carrying it‍​⁠ out on your‍‍ own?”

“Your‌⁠‍ Highness.”

“There‌⁠ really isn’t a single person I can trust.”

Claude‍ laughed bitterly and⁠‍​ leaned his back‍ against the wall.‌

Seeing‍ that attitude, as⁠ if he had‍ given up completely,​​⁠ Denis’s eyes lit⁠⁠​ up.

That‌ his lord had​ lost motivation would​‍​ normally be sad‍ news, but with​​⁠ Claude’s personality, as‍⁠‍ long as he​‌ had the will,⁠‌ he would continue‍ to challenge Lucian.‍⁠‍

Perhaps​‌ this was precisely​​ the last opportunity‍‍ to accept Lucian’s⁠ proposal.

“Forgive‍ me, Your Highness,​‌ but I have‍‍ something to tell‌ you.”

“What​‍ is it now?”‌‌⁠

“It’s⁠​‍ a proposal from‌​ the duke.”

At⁠​​ Denis’s words, Claude‍‍‌ frowned, but this‌‍ time he didn’t‍ erupt in fury‌‌ like before.

Seeing‍⁠​ this, Denis felt⁠‍​ hopeful and quickly​​ explained the key‍⁠‌ point.

When​ he finished, Claude‌ looked at him⁠ with a blank‍ expression.

“So‍ you’re asking me‍⁠​ to authorize the‌‌ restoration of the​ Kingdom of the​‌ North and grant⁠ the duke a royal title?”

“Yes.”⁠

“And⁠‍⁠ if I do‍‍ that, what does‍ he say he’ll‍‌ give me in‌​‌ return?”

“…!”‍

Denis‍ nearly fell backward‌‍‍ in shock. Instead‌ of shouting angrily‌⁠ about a supposed​ threat, he calmly‍ asked about the‍ compensation!

Moved⁠‌ by Claude’s growth,‍​ Denis bowed his⁠‍ head and replied‌​‌ immediately.

“He⁠‍ didn’t specify clearly,​​​ but just by⁠ making Your Highness’s‍ existence public, you​​⁠ will be treated⁠ according to your‌⁠‍ status.”

“You’re‌‍‍ saying that once​ my existence is⁠ known, social pressure⁠‍​ will force them⁠‍ to treat me⁠ properly?”

“Of‍⁠​ course. The debt‌‍ incurred from granting⁠ the royal title‌‌⁠ will be a separate matter. How​⁠ Your Highness chooses​‍⁠ to use that⁠‍ debt will be⁠ entirely up to‍ you.”

“Very⁠⁠⁠ well. Tell the⁠‍⁠ duke this—I will⁠ approve the restoration​⁠ of the Kingdom​​​ of the North⁠‌ and grant the‌ royal title. In⁠ exchange, get me‌ out of this⁠‌‌ damned prison.”

“Yes!”‌

Denis’s‍⁠ voice rose involuntarily⁠⁠​ with excitement.

Deep‌​⁠ down, he had‍ been disappointed in‌​​ Claude, but now⁠‍ he saw that⁠‌ he didn’t entirely‌⁠‍ lack imperial qualities.‌​

Quick‌ decision-making once he‌ understood reality.

‘If​‍​ His Highness the‌ First Prince continues‍ to grow like‍ this, perhaps he‌‍ might even regain‌ the initiative over‌‌ Duke Lucian.’

The​‌‌ Empire was not‍ yet finished.

With​ that conviction, Denis‌⁠ made his way‌‍ to Lucian with‌ a light step,‌‌ unaware of the‍ burning gaze Claude‌⁠ was giving him⁠⁠‌ from behind.

***‍

“Are⁠‍ you saying His‍‌‍ Highness the First​ Prince has promised‌‍ to authorize the⁠‌ restoration of the​ Kingdom of the⁠​ North and even⁠​ grant the royal‌⁠⁠ title?”

“Yes.”‍

“…Good.‍‍⁠ Then, at the​ banquet to be​ held again in‍​ three days, we’ll‍ have His Highness⁠​‌ attend. Tell him⁠​‌ that, for now,‌⁠​ relocating his residence​‍⁠ is difficult, so‌‌ we ask for⁠ his understanding.”

“I‍‌‍ will do so.”‍⁠​

Lucian‌‌⁠ watched Denis leave​ after giving his⁠⁠ report.

He‍​ seemed convinced everything‌⁠‍ had gone well,‌‍ as a smile​‍ never left his⁠​ face.

Shortly‍​ after, when the​‍‍ door closed with‌‌ a dry click,​ a hollow laugh‍​⁠ escaped Lucian’s lips.​‍

‘He​ says I’ll get‌ what I want⁠​ if I pay​⁠ the right price?’⁠‍

Ridiculous.​ Even when his⁠​ life was in​⁠ danger from the‌‍‌ Second Prince, he​‍ couldn’t keep a level head.

Someone‌‍​ like that would⁠‍ never truly accept‌​​ a deal with‍⁠ a subordinate he‍​ believes should obey‌‌‍ him unconditionally.

‘I‍ can more or⁠‌‍ less guess what⁠‍‍ he’s thinking.’

Lucian‍⁠ recalled the “plan⁠‍‌ to execute Lucian”​ that Vincent had​‌‌ reported some time‍‍‍ ago.

It‍⁠ was a foolish​​ plan, but Claude‍‌​ was precisely the‍‌ kind of person⁠‍ who could try‍ to carry it⁠ out regardless.

Denis,⁠ meanwhile, seemed incapable‌ of imagining the‍‍ First Prince could‍⁠ go to such‍​ extremes.

“Better​‌ this way.”

From​ the beginning, Lucian‌⁠ never intended to‍⁠⁠ keep the First​ Prince hidden indefinitely.​‍

To‌⁠​ properly use that⁠ bundle of legitimacy,​ his existence first‌‍ needed to be​‌ revealed.

In‌‌ the process, it‌ wouldn’t hurt to‍⁠ show the world‌​​ that the First‍ Prince was under‍⁠‍ Lucian’s protection.

And‍​ while at it,​⁠ he would make⁠⁠ sure even the⁠‍ First Prince understood—‌⁠⁠

What‍‌‍ it means to​‌ have no power​ in times of⁠ chaos.

With​⁠‍ a cold smile,​ Lucian gave an​‍ order to the⁠​ servant at his‌ side.

“Summon‍​ all the vassals.”‌⁠‌

It⁠ will be the‌ First Coming-of-Age Ceremony‍ for the rightful‍‌‍ heir of the​​ Empire.

And‍ it will be​ celebrated in grand‌ style.

So‌​⁠ grand he’ll never⁠ forget it.

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