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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 178

Chapter 178

‘Shut‌ up! How dare‌ you…!’

The‍‍ First Prince, Claude,​‍ who had barely​‌ managed to regain‍⁠ his composure after‌ seeing Lucian’s smile,‍ let out a furious scream.

However,‌‍‌ for some reason,‍​‌ no sound came⁠‍‌ out of his‌‍​ throat.

Even​‍ though his vocal‌‍​ cords vibrated so​‍‌ hard that his‌⁠ neck hurt, an‌​ absolute silence reigned​⁠ around him.

“Hehe…‌​ it seems the​ First Prince is‌ fatigued. He even‍‌ struggles to speak.”​‍‍

A mocking voice reached‌ Claude’s ears, startled⁠⁠‍ by that strange‌ phenomenon.

Turning​ his head, he​‌‍ saw Marius, the​ man known as‌‌⁠ the court mage,‌ smiling with clear‌​ intent.

Only‍‍​ then did Claude⁠​‌ understand what had‌‌ been done to‌‍ him.

‘Magic!​​ This damn dark‌​ mage used magic!’​

It​​ wasn’t that he‍‍ couldn’t produce sound.⁠​ His vocal cords‍​​ were vibrating and​ the voice was​ there, but the‍‌​ sound had been​ blocked from reaching⁠ the ears of⁠ others.

Furious,‍‌‍ Claude tried to⁠ grab Marius by‌‍⁠ the neck, but‌⁠ Hugo and Raymond‌​‍ immediately restrained him.⁠⁠

“Exactly.​ He can’t even⁠⁠ hold himself up​‌​ properly.”

“We’d‌ better move him⁠⁠ right away. First‌​ Prince, please follow⁠ us.”

‘Let‍‍‌ go of me,‌‌‌ damn it! How​‍‌ dare you…! Ggh!’‍

As‍‌ he struggled, Claude‌​ let out a silent scream and​‍⁠ suddenly froze.

Hugo,​ pretending to help​‍⁠ him walk, had‍​‍ pressed hard right‌​ below his ribs.⁠⁠‌

Taking‍‌ advantage of the⁠​ moment the attack⁠​ stopped, the two​ of them quickly​ carried him inside.​‍⁠

“D-Duke…!”​

Horrified,​‌ Denis was about​‍​ to say something,⁠ but in that​‌⁠ instant, Lucian’s gaze‍ landed on him.‌‍

That‍ look, more powerful‌‍‍ than dozens of​‍‍ words, made Denis​⁠‌ close his mouth‍ without a word.⁠​

Thus​‍ ended that brief​​⁠ farce that made​​ no one laugh.‌

In‌‍ the now-silent banquet⁠ hall, Lucian clapped⁠​⁠ his hands, as‍ if to draw​‍ attention.

Clap,‍⁠​ clap.

“Well⁠ then. With the⁠⁠⁠ authorization of the⁠ First Prince, the‌ Kingdom of the‍‌‍ North has been‌ restored. Truly a day of celebration.”⁠‌⁠

“C-Congratulations!​‍ From now on,‍‌‍ no one will‌​⁠ be foolish enough​‍​ to oppose His‌‍ Highness’s ascension to‍‌ the throne!”

Hermann‌⁠ was the first‌‍⁠ to step forward⁠‌ and bow deeply.​ It was a desperate attempt to⁠‍ at least slightly​⁠ atone for his​‌‌ earlier mistakes.

Seeing​⁠‌ this, Lucian gave‌‍ a slight smile.⁠‌

“All‍⁠‍ thanks to you.​ Because you didn’t​ get swept up‌ in the fervor‍ of others and‌ stayed true to​​⁠ principle, I was‌​‌ able to avoid‍ making a fool‍⁠​ of myself.”

At​​⁠ those words, cold‍‍‌ sweat began running‍ down Hermann’s back.‍⁠‌ At first glance,‍‌‌ they sounded like⁠ praise, but the​ implication was unsettling.⁠​⁠

That‍‍ thanks to Hermann,‌⁠‍ he hadn’t made‍⁠‌ a fool of⁠ himself?

‘In⁠​⁠ other words, doesn’t​‌⁠ that mean he‌‌⁠ truly did want‍​ the Kingdom of​ the North restored,‌ to the point⁠⁠ of risking disgrace?’⁠‍

That​​⁠ is, Hermann had‌‌ directly opposed what⁠ Lucian truly desired.​

While⁠‍ Hermann trembled, thinking‍‍ this might be​ a warning of⁠​ an upcoming purge,​⁠​ Lucian continued.

“From‌ now on, if⁠‌​ I ever take‍‌ the wrong path,‍​ I want you‌‌ by my side⁠‌⁠ to correct me.‍‌⁠ Those who only‌ say pleasant words​⁠ are rewarded in​‍‍ this world, but​‌ the truly righteous‍​⁠ are blessed by⁠​‌ the eight gods​​ of the heavens.”⁠‌​

Hermann’s​‍ eyes widened. He‍​‌ might not grasp⁠​⁠ every nuance, but​ the core meaning‌ was clear.

‘If​ from now on​​⁠ I follow his‌​ will, I’ll be​ rewarded. But if​ I keep getting​ in his way,‌ he’ll personally send⁠​​ me to the​‌⁠ afterlife.’

The‍ metaphor was so‍ direct there was​‍ no room for​‌ misunderstanding.

And⁠​ it wasn’t just⁠​​ a message for‍​ Hermann, but a warning to the‍​ entire opposition faction.‌⁠

Understanding​ Lucian’s intent, Hermann⁠ quickly bowed his⁠ head and exclaimed:‌​

“It‍⁠‍ is an unworthy⁠⁠⁠ honor to receive‍ such words! Even‍⁠ if my back​ bends and my‍‌​ face is covered​⁠ in age spots,​‌​ I will never‌‌ forget what you​⁠ have told me‌​‌ today!”

Even‍​⁠ if his back​ bent and he​⁠​ got senile spots.‌‌

It‌⁠​ was a way​ of saying he‍ wanted to live‍ a long life​‌‍ and wouldn’t do​‌ anything to provoke⁠ Lucian’s wrath.

Satisfied‌ with the response,​‍ Lucian nodded firmly‌‌ and stood up.​

“An‌​ unexpected celebration has‌⁠ arisen, but turning‌‌​ a farewell banquet​‍ into a celebration‍ party on a whim would be‌​⁠ frivolous. Let us‍​ leave the festivities​‍‍ for later and‌⁠ make today, as‌ originally planned, the​‍‍ final day to‍ mourn Sir Eisen.”‌‍

At⁠⁠‌ Lucian’s calm tone,​‍ the guests nodded,‌‌ pretending to be‍​ composed.

However,⁠​‍ no matter how⁠ much they tried‍ to appear calm,‍ they couldn’t hide​​‌ their pale faces.⁠

Because⁠‍​ with what had‍ happened that day,​ it had become​⁠ perfectly clear who‍​ had taken the‍ initiative in this‌⁠‌ era of chaos.⁠‌‌

***​⁠‍

The‌‍‌ host of the⁠ farewell banquet, Lucian,​ did not stay‌ long in the​ hall.

He⁠‍​ used the excuse‌⁠ that he was​‌ worried about the‍​‍ First Prince’s physical⁠ condition and needed⁠⁠ to see him⁠ personally.

As⁠ soon as Lucian​ left the hall,​ a loud uproar‍ erupted from one⁠⁠ corner.

“Ahahaha!‍⁠‌ Perfect! This turned​⁠ out beautifully!”

“Long‌ live the Empire!‍⁠‍ Long live the​‌ First Prince!”

“And‌‍ long live the​⁠ newly reborn Kingdom​‌‍ of the North!”‍​​

They​⁠‌ were Lucian’s supporters,‌ gathered around Lesta‍​ and Harald. From⁠​‍ now on, they​‍ would be called​‌ the pro-king faction.⁠

As⁠ if they had​ completely forgotten that‌ this was supposed​​ to be an‌‌ event to honor⁠ Sir Eisen one‍ last time, the‌‍ pro-king faction clinked‌‍‍ glasses and even​‍​ toasted.

Some‌ nobles frowned at⁠ such frivolous behavior,⁠‍ but they didn’t‍​ dare say anything.​​‌

Now​ that the restoration‌​​ of the kingdom‌​ was complete, the‌ North was practically⁠‌ the exclusive domain‍ of the pro-king​​ faction.

They‍ were well aware⁠​ of that, which‌⁠ is why they‌‍ didn’t bother to‍​ keep up appearances⁠‍⁠ and spoke freely.‍‌

“I‍‌​ never imagined the⁠⁠‍ First Prince would​ come to Asagrim!”‌

“I’m⁠ curious how he‍‍‍ did it. Some‌‌ secret magical artifact?”⁠

“Who​⁠ cares about the​‍‌ method! What matters‌ is that we‍ now have unlimited‍​‌ justification…!”

“Shhh,‌‌​ watch your mouth.‌‌ You might lose‍⁠ the duke’s favor.”‌‌

“Oh,​‍⁠ what a blunder.‌ I suppose I got carried away‌ by the excitement.”​⁠​

There⁠​​ was a brief​ stir over that‍‌ slip, but even⁠ then, the smiles‍‌ didn’t fade from‍⁠​ their faces.

Lucian‌​ already stood above‍ other ambitious men‌‍ in terms of​‍‌ military legitimacy for​‍⁠ having supported the‍‍‍ First Prince.

And‍ now he had​‌ gone even further—he‌ had laid hands‍‌ directly on the‍​ very seal of​⁠ justification: the First​​ Prince himself.

Any​⁠ noble who had‍ declared support for‌⁠ the First Prince⁠ had, without exception,‍​ fallen into Lucian’s​ grasp.

From‌ the moment Lucian​⁠‍ issued orders in‌​ the name of‌ the First Prince,⁠ they would have​​‌ no choice but‌‌‌ to obey.

“I’d⁠‍ love to see⁠‌⁠ the faces of‌‍ those who claimed‍⁠​ to support the⁠ First Prince.”

“They‌ probably said it‌​ without thinking, assuming‍ he’d stay locked⁠⁠‌ up in the‍ capital.”

“Isn’t⁠⁠‍ that a bit‌⁠‍ cruel? There must‌​‍ be at least‌ one true loyalist.”‌​

“And‌‌​ isn’t that better?‍​ True loyalists will‌​​ follow the First‌⁠ Prince’s orders without⁠​ question.”

“That’s⁠ true too. Ahahaha!”‍‌

Clang!‌⁠​

With‍​ that metallic sound,‌⁠ the pro-king faction​ toasted again.

Harald​ and Lesta slightly​‍‍ frowned at how​​‍ excessive their allies⁠⁠⁠ were being, but‌⁠‌ they didn’t stop​​ them.

If‍ they forced them‌ to shut up,​ they would just​‍‌ gather in private‍​ and possibly say​ even more dangerous‌​‍ things.

‘Better⁠ to let them‌‌⁠ speak a little‌ in front of⁠⁠​ us and rein‍⁠‍ them in if‍ they go too‍⁠ far.’

‘Yes,‍​​ that’s best. If⁠​‍ we stop them⁠‍ now, they won’t​ be able to​⁠ hold it in.’‍

‘Once​ they’ve vented enough,‌ we can just‍‌ ask them to‌⁠⁠ keep quiet.’

‘These​ types who can’t⁠‍ see the bigger​‌‍ picture are exhausting.‍ The grand cause⁠⁠⁠ is still far‌‍ off.’

Both⁠⁠​ sighed deeply, though‌ in truth their⁠ own hearts were‌⁠‌ also racing with‍ excitement.

Not‌ only had they​‍‍ restored the Kingdom​​‌ of the North,‍‌​ but they also‌‌‍ had the First​‌​ Prince under their⁠ control.

If​‌ it was Lucian,⁠‌‍ he wouldn’t let‍ this opportunity slip​​ by and would​‍ soon begin extending‍​‌ his influence beyond​‍‌ the North.

Many‍‌‍ ambitious figures who⁠‌ thought they still‌‍ had plenty of⁠ time would panic‌‍‌ at the sudden‍ appearance of a “king.”

Just​ imagining it sent⁠​ a thrilling shiver‍‍​ down their spines.​‌​

The‍ North, which had​‍ never been the‍ central stage since‌‍ the founding of‍​​ the Empire, was​ now about to‌ become the force‍​ pulling the strings​​​ of the entire⁠​​ Empire.

“……”⁠

“……”​​​

Unlike​‌‍ the noisy pro-king​ faction, those who⁠ had opposed Lucian​‍‌ were sunk in‌​ deep depression.

Lucian,‌ already known as​ the King of⁠‌ the North, had​‍​ now officially received⁠ a royal title‍‍⁠ and ascended the⁠⁠‌ throne.

It‍ was no longer​ just about pressure—he‌ now stood in‍ a position to‌​‌ issue direct orders.‌​

It​ was disheartening, but​⁠‌ there was no‍​ solution. With Lucian‍​‍ controlling the First⁠‍ Prince, stopping the​‍‍ restoration of the⁠ kingdom through legitimate​ means was impossible.‌‍

“I…​​⁠ I’ll go rest.”⁠⁠‍

“Me​‌ too. I’m not⁠‌​ feeling well.”

“Then,⁠​‍ let’s meet again​‍ later.”

They​ avoided prolonging the⁠‍ conversation and dispersed.⁠⁠

There‍ was no reason⁠‌‌ to form factions‍ and oppose the‍‍ pro-king faction now⁠ that the kingdom‍⁠⁠ had been restored.‍‌⁠ Factions only exist‍‍ when there’s mutual‍‍⁠ benefit.

Better‌ to dissolve now‌‍ than provoke Lucian’s‍‍ wrath.

This‌ was, effectively, the‌ moment when the‍​​ forces opposing Lucian‌‍ disappeared entirely.

‘He‍⁠​ didn’t just restore⁠​‌ the Kingdom of​‌ the North—he also‍ has the First‌‌⁠ Prince in his​‍ hands…!’

‘Am‌‍ I dreaming? Is​⁠ this even possible?’‍

There’s​​‍ no time to​​‌ lose. I must‍⁠ return immediately and‌​⁠ report to my⁠ lord!

The⁠‌ visiting nobles, present⁠ only as mourners,‌​ rushed out of⁠​ the hall while​⁠​ trying to calm‍ their trembling bodies.​​‌

With‍⁠‍ the restoration of‌ the Kingdom of​​⁠ the North now⁠​ a reality, control‍‌⁠ over this chaotic‍ era had practically⁠​​ fallen into Lucian’s​‌ hands.

They‍ had to return‌‌‍ as quickly as‍‍‍ possible and prepare⁠‌⁠ countermeasures with their‍‍‌ lords.

While‍‌‍ the external visitors​⁠⁠ hurried to organize​⁠ their return, Tristan‌‌ was desperately searching​ for Lucian.

‘How​ did this happen‌‍ how could this‌‌ happen…?’

He⁠⁠‌ felt like all​ the blood had⁠‍ drained from his​ body. No matter‍⁠⁠ how capable Lucian‌‍ was, Tristan believed‍ he didn’t have‌​​ the ability to‍⁠‍ govern the Duchy​‌‍ of Valdeck directly.‍⁠

The‌ distance was great,⁠⁠ and fully securing⁠ the North would⁠​ still take time.⁠

But⁠​⁠ Lucian had ascended‌ the throne, unified‍ the North, and​⁠ obtained limitless justification‌‌ through the First⁠‌‌ Prince. He wouldn’t⁠ just stabilize the‍​ North—he could now⁠ extend his influence⁠⁠‍ immediately to the​‍‍ duchy.

For​ Tristan, who believed‍‍⁠ Lucian would never​‍‍ discard him, this​ was madness.

‘If​ things go on‌‌‍ like this, I’ll‌ stop being useful‌‍ to Lucian. In‌ the worst case,‌‍‌ I could disappear⁠​ here without anyone​ even noticing. If‌‌‌ he governs the‌​ duchy directly, I’m⁠ nothing but a hindrance.’

Tristan’s​​ mouth went dry⁠ from tension.

This‍‍‍ was no longer‌ just about being‍ discarded.

He​ now had to​ worry about being​⁠ seen as a rival—and losing his‌‌‌ life.

At‍​ the very least,⁠⁠ he had to‍ see Lucian before​ a decision was‌‌‌ made without his‌ knowledge.

But‌ just as Tristan⁠⁠‌ neared the study,​ someone blocked his‍ path.

“Well,​‍​ long time no‌⁠⁠ see. Do you‌‍⁠ remember me?”

“…Sir‌‍⁠ Hugo.”

Recognizing​⁠⁠ Hugo’s face, Tristan‌‍‍ frowned.

A nobody from the‍‍ slums who had​​ followed Lucian in‍​⁠ Bornholm.

So​‌ mediocre he hadn’t‍ even been a knight; Tristan had⁠‍ never paid him​‍‍ any attention.

And‌ now not only​‍⁠ was he a knight, he was‌​​ one of Lucian’s‌ closest men, looking‍​​ down on him⁠‍​ from above.

Tristan​ clenched his fist‍ in humiliation and‌‌ glared at him.⁠‌

“I⁠ don’t know what​ business you have,⁠​⁠ but if it’s⁠ not urgent, move⁠‌⁠ aside. I need⁠⁠ to see the‍​ Duke.”

“Oh,⁠​‍ come now. Let’s⁠‌ not pretend. You⁠⁠‌ know exactly why‍ I’m here.”

“And​‌‌ what is it‍‌ I supposedly know?”‍​

“That⁠ the young lord’s‌‌⁠ usefulness has run‍ out. It’s time‍‍​ to leave.”

Seeing⁠‍ Hugo’s smug grin,‌ Tristan’s heart sank.​⁠⁠ He had known⁠⁠⁠ he might be‌ eliminated, but he‌⁠‌ hadn’t expected the​⁠ decision to come‌ so quickly.

“Did‌ the Duke… really⁠ give that order?”‍⁠

“No,⁠⁠‌ just kidding.”

“……”​‌

The‌‌ veins on Tristan’s‌‌‍ forehead bulged.

Even‍‌ if their positions​⁠‌ had reversed, he⁠‌ never imagined he’d⁠⁠‍ be humiliated like⁠ this by some⁠‌ guy from the‍‍​ slums.

“……You‌⁠ bast—”

“He‍ said to get​⁠​ ready. We’ll soon‌ be taking possession​⁠‍ of the duchy.”‌

“…!?”​​‌

Tristan​ froze, just as⁠‌​ he was about⁠ to shout. The‍‍​ news was so​‌​ shocking he couldn’t​​ tell whether it‌⁠‍ was a cruel‍‌ joke or the⁠ truth.

Seeing‍⁠⁠ his bewildered expression,⁠ Hugo continued in‍​ a serious tone.‌⁠

“This‍‌ time, it’s not​ a joke.”

From‌⁠⁠ earlier, any trace‍⁠‍ of a smile⁠‌⁠ had disappeared from‌‍⁠ Hugo’s face.

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