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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 179

Chapter 179

“…”‍

“…”‍​

While‌​⁠ Hugo and Tristan‍⁠ were speaking outside,​‌⁠ Lucian was facing‌ Denis, who had‌ come to visit​ him.

Denis‍​‌ had followed Lucian‌⁠ the moment he​​‍ left the banquet‌ hall, but now‌‌​ that they were‍ finally face to⁠⁠ face, he could‍​ only stare at‌‌ Lucian’s face, unable‌‌ to open his‍‌ mouth.

The‌⁠​ silence dragged on⁠‍‍ for quite some​‌ time, until a voice tinged with⁠⁠‌ irritation escaped Lucian’s⁠‌ lips.

“How‌ long do you‌⁠ plan on holding⁠‌‍ me here? If⁠‌ you have nothing‍⁠ to say, it’d‍ be better if‌​ you left.”

“D-Duke…”‍⁠

“Do‍​⁠ you think that‌ by repeating ‘Duke’‌‍‍ a hundred or⁠ a thousand times,⁠‍⁠ I’ll read your​⁠ mind?”

The‌‍ tone had completely⁠ abandoned formality and‍ turned shamelessly brusque.⁠‍

Denis⁠​‌ tightly shut his‍ eyes.

If‍ he said the⁠‍ wrong thing and​​ struck a nerve‌‌ with Lucian, even​⁠‌ the continuity of‍⁠ the imperial family⁠⁠‍ could be called⁠‍​ into question.

Realizing‍ he had no‍‌ room left to⁠⁠‌ retreat, Denis dropped‍‍⁠ to his knees.⁠

Thud.‍⁠⁠

“Duke,‌‍ please, I beg‌ you to forgive‍ the First Prince’s⁠​ mistake!”

“Ha.”​‍‍

He⁠‌ wasn’t asking for‌ understanding, but forgiveness‌ for a mistake.‍⁠

For⁠​ a plea coming⁠ from a sovereign‌‌⁠ to a vassal,​‌​ it was a wording that verged‍‍ not just on​ humiliation but disgrace.‍⁠‍

Of‌‍ course, Denis wasn’t‍​ the First Prince‌ himself, only his‌​ subordinate, but precisely​⁠​ because of that,‍ the gesture carried⁠‌ even more weight.‍​⁠

The⁠ virtue of a loyal retainer is‍‍ to protect their‍‍ lord’s honor even‍ at the cost‍ of their own‌‌‌ life.

However,⁠‌ Denis was lowering​‌ the First Prince’s‌ honor just to​ beg for Lucian’s⁠​‍ mercy.

Not⁠⁠ out of personal‌ interest, but out‍⁠ of fear for‍​ what might happen‍‌ to the First​‌ Prince if he⁠‍‌ didn’t.

“Mistake‌‌ and forgiveness don’t‍⁠ seem like words‍⁠‍ that should lightly⁠​‍ come from the​ mouth of a mere vassal, much⁠‌ less when it‌ isn’t the First​ Prince himself.”

“How‌​‍ could we possibly‍ cover the sky‍ with the palm‍ of our hand?‍​ The First Prince‌‌ betrayed the Duke’s​ trust. If that’s​⁠‌ not a mistake,​‍ the entire world‍ will mock us.”⁠‍

“That’s‌‌​ true.”

Lucian,⁠⁠ who only intended​‍ to probe a little, nodded without​ thinking.

To‍ brand Lucian as‍​ a traitor—someone he​ needed to make‌ into an ally⁠‌‍ in order to​ reclaim the throne—and​⁠ to do so​​‌ while setting aside​ resentment… he should​ at least know⁠‌ on whom his‍ life depended.

At⁠‍ that level, it‌‍‍ was no longer​​ just a lack‍​ of political sense;‌​‍ he could even⁠ be considered the​ strongest candidate for‍ most inept tyrant‍⁠ in the entire‌​‌ Empire.

Seeing‍ Lucian accept it‌ so easily, Denis‍⁠‍ grew impatient and‌ opened his mouth.​‌​

“But—!”​

“The​‌ imperial family will‍‍ continue.”

Lucian​​ raised a hand⁠‌⁠ and stopped Denis‍ just as he​‌ was about to‍‍ jump up in‌‍‍ joy.

Hearing‌‍⁠ those words at⁠‌ last from Lucian’s‌​ own mouth—what he‍​​ most wanted to‌‍ hear—Denis’s eyes widened.‌‍⁠

“I-is‌ it true?”

“Even⁠ if the First⁠‍ Prince turned his‍‌‍ back on me,​‍‌ I am still‍‍ a subject of⁠‌ the Empire. Besides,‍‌⁠ I am indebted⁠ to the late​ Emperor. How could‌​ I personally sever‌‍ the imperial bloodline?”‌‌‌

“Duke!”‍⁠

“But.”⁠‌​

Lucian‍ gripped Denis’s shoulder‌ tightly just as‍​‍ he was about⁠‍ to burst with​⁠ joy.

At‌ that “but,” Denis​ froze completely. Soon‍​ after, a low​⁠ voice reached his‌‍‍ ear.

“I⁠​‍ need someone to‍ restrain the First‍​​ Prince from within.”‌⁠​

“Restrain‍⁠‌ him… you say?”​‌‍

“Even⁠‍⁠ putting the imperial‍⁠​ family aside, the​ First Prince causes​‍​ too many incidents.⁠​‌ In the worst-case⁠⁠ scenario, he might‍‍​ force me to‌ do something I don’t want to.”​‌‌

At​​ that cold warning,​‍ Denis swallowed hard,‍​ unable to argue.‍

Knowing‍‍​ the First Prince’s⁠⁠‍ personality, it wouldn’t⁠⁠‌ be surprising if‌‍‍ he learned absolutely​​ nothing from what‍ happened today.

“Stay‍‍‌ by his side‍ and watch over‍‌ him. Keep him‍‍ from doing anything‍​ unnecessary. And ensure‌‌ that the imperial​​ family may endure‍‍⁠ forever.”

Denis’s​‍​ pupils trembled. Obeying‍​ one’s lord’s will⁠⁠ is the duty⁠‍ of a vassal.‍

But​‍⁠ if he continued‌ blindly following the⁠‌⁠ First Prince’s orders,‌‍‍ the imperial family⁠ might truly be​ extinguished.

Just⁠ as Lucian said,‍​​ if he wanted⁠ to preserve the‌ imperial line, he​ had to ensure‌‌‌ the First Prince’s‌‌ safety first—even if​⁠​ that meant disobeying⁠⁠⁠ his orders.

“…I​‌‍ will keep that⁠ in mind.”

After‍ a long hesitation,‍ Denis finally nodded‌⁠ at Lucian’s whisper.‌‍‌ Seeing this, Lucian⁠⁠⁠ smiled and patted​ his shoulder.

“You​‍ really are a true loyalist of‍‌ this Empire.”

***‍‍⁠

Soon‌‌‍ after, Denis left‌​ the office, and‍‍ almost as if‍​​ on cue, Tristan‍‌ entered.

Lucian⁠‍ cast him a sideways glance and​ spoke in a detached tone.

“What⁠ brings you here?”‌

“Well…”‍‍

“It’s‌ not a real‌ question. Brother, you‍ wouldn’t have a reason to come‍⁠⁠ looking for me.⁠‌ You already heard⁠ everything important from‍‌‍ Hugo, didn’t you?”⁠‌‌

“Your⁠ Highness.”

“That’s⁠ enough.”

Before‌⁠⁠ Tristan could say​‌ another word, Lucian⁠‌ struck the desk⁠‌​ with a sharp​​​ thunk and interrupted⁠ him.

“I’ll⁠⁠⁠ ask just one⁠ thing. Do you‍ want to become‌ the head of​‌​ the Grand Ducal‌ House of Valdeck?”​‍‍

“…Yes.”‌

Despite‌ how humiliating the‍⁠​ question was, Tristan⁠‍ had no choice‌‌ but to answer⁠‌​ that way. If⁠ he said no,⁠​ Lucian would throw​​⁠ him out without‌‍⁠ hesitation.

“Then‌‍⁠ gather the troops‌‍ stationed outside the‍ city immediately and​⁠ check what supplies⁠‌‌ are urgently needed.⁠​ Report everything to‍ me. I’ll prepare​⁠‍ a proper location‍‍⁠ for the barracks,⁠ and from now‌‌⁠ on, you’ll remain‍ there.”

“Excuse​‍‍ me, but I don’t have that⁠ kind of money…”​‍

“Of⁠‌ course, I’ll cover⁠​ all the costs.”‍

“All⁠ of them?”

“What⁠​ would I gain⁠‌‌ from squeezing a penniless brother? I’ve⁠ no choice but​⁠‌ to take it‌‍ on myself.”

At‌​⁠ those unexpected words,​‌⁠ Tristan blinked in‍ astonishment.

It‌ pained him to​ admit it, but‌‍⁠ with the restoration‍⁠‍ of the Northern‌​ Kingdom, his value⁠ had plummeted.

Lucian,‌ if he wished,‍ could govern the‍ ducal house directly.‍⁠

And⁠ yet, he was‍ willing to entrust⁠⁠‍ troops to Tristan—even​‌ covering the maintenance⁠ costs himself.

When​​ the simplest solution​​​ would have been​‍ to cut off⁠‍⁠ all his limbs‌‍⁠ and leave him⁠ as a mere‌ puppet.

‘The⁠​ fact that he’s‌ giving me my⁠⁠‍ own forces means‌​‍ he wants me⁠​ to take real​⁠ control of the‌‌ family later. In⁠‍‍ other words, Lucian⁠​​ has no genuine‌⁠​ interest in the‌‌ position of head⁠​ of the family.’⁠

For‌​ Tristan, this made‌ no sense. He⁠ had heard the⁠​ explanation before—that Lucian‍ would assume the​​⁠ position only once⁠​‌ because giving it​‍ up meant losing‍​ all inherent rights.‍

But⁠‌ if being the​‍ family head was‌​‍ the pinnacle of‍⁠​ those rights, what‌​‌ could he possibly‌ desire beyond that‌​​ to go through⁠ all this?

“Duke.”⁠​​

“Is‍‌⁠ there something else?”⁠⁠​

“If⁠​ your goal isn’t‌ the position of⁠​ head of the‌‌ family… then what⁠ is it you‍ truly seek, Your​ Highness?”

Unable​⁠‌ to contain his⁠ curiosity, Tristan asked‍​‍ the question directly.‌‌

Lucian‍ watched him for​​⁠ a moment, then‍ smiled mockingly.

“The⁠‌ Grand Ducal House‌ of Valdeck is‍‍ a family of‍ long-standing tradition. It⁠ stood beside His‍‌‍ Majesty Wilhelm, the​‌‌ founding Emperor, laying​‌​ the foundations of‌‌ this Empire.”

“Yes,​⁠ that is correct.”​

“Because‌​‍ of that relationship,‍‌ there were even‌​​ several marriages with‌​‌ the imperial family.​‍‍ However slight, imperial⁠​⁠ blood runs through‌⁠‍ your veins.”

“That…”​​‍

Tristan’s‍​ eyes trembled violently​⁠‍ as he tried‌‍ to nod. He‍‍ had finally understood​‍‍ what Lucian wanted.⁠⁠

“Y-Your​⁠ Highness…”

Seeing‍‌‍ Tristan speechless from⁠‍ the shock, Lucian⁠‌​ smiled and said.‍

“If‍‍‍ one is born‍ a man, he⁠⁠ must dream big.‍⁠ Don’t you think‌ so?”

***‍‍

— The Northern Kingdom⁠ Has Been Resurrected​​ —

After‌​​ Sir Eisen’s funeral,​‌‍ news that leaked‍⁠​ from the north​‍ shook the entire‌ continent.

To⁠‍ be precise, the‍ Northern Kingdom had‍ not yet been‍ officially resurrected.

It‍ had only received​⁠ the “permission” of​ the First Prince;⁠ its restoration had‌​​ not yet been​‌ formally proclaimed.

The⁠‍‌ internal structure still⁠ had to be⁠‌‍ organized, the relationship‍ between sovereign and​​‍ vassals clarified, and‍⁠‍ a coronation held‌‌ before it could‍‍​ truly be called​​​ a kingdom.

But⁠ to the other⁠‌ ambitious factions, such⁠ formalities were irrelevant.‌

With​ the First Prince’s​‍ backing in hand⁠ and no internal‌⁠ opposition, the kingdom’s​ resurrection was merely‍‍​ a matter of⁠‌ time.

“Building‍⁠‍ a new kingdom‌​ within the Empire?!‍ Does that even​⁠ make sense?!”

“In‌‌‍ an Empire that⁠‍‍ hasn’t granted a royal title in​⁠ a thousand years,‌‌ to dare proclaim​ oneself king!”

“This‌​‌ is blatant rebellion!‌​⁠ We must form‌​ a coalition immediately⁠⁠​ and crush him!”‌

The‌ lords, terrified by​ the formation of⁠‍ such an unexpected‍⁠ and colossal force,‍​ raised their voices.​

But​‍⁠ no matter how⁠‍‍ loud their protests,‍‍ they did nothing​ to change the​ course of events.‍‍

There‍​ were many reasons,‍⁠⁠ but the main‌ one was that​⁠‌ forming a coalition​ was impossible.

‘We‌​‍ know we have​ to stop him.‌⁠⁠ But when each‍ faction supports a different collateral prince,‌‌‍ how can we‌ unite under the⁠‌⁠ pretext of rebellion?’⁠‍

‘If​ each of us⁠‌ considers everyone except​ our own candidate​ a rebel, are‌‌ we now going​ to join forces​‍‌ just because a new rebel appeared?’⁠‍‍

‘Should‌⁠ we meet and‌‌ sign a treaty⁠ temporarily redefining who‌‌ counts as a rebel? We’d be‍ the laughingstock of​​ the world.’

Had‍ they all served​ the same lord,​⁠‍ the excuse of‍‍ “for the greater⁠‌ good” might have​⁠​ worked.

But‍‍⁠ these ambitious figures‍⁠‍ had long been⁠‌ promoting various collateral​ princes as the⁠ true heirs.

By​‍ invoking the next‍ sovereign, they had⁠​⁠ no choice but‍⁠ to label each‌‍ other rebels.

In‍​ that context, pointing‍⁠ at Lucian and⁠⁠​ saying, “That one⁠‍‌ is more of‍‌ a rebel than​ you—let’s unite,” was‌​​ pure comedy.

The‌‍‌ only faction with​​ any real possibility‍​ was that of‌‌‍ the First Prince,‌⁠‍ the most legitimate‍‌‍ heir… but that‍​‍ First Prince was⁠ now in Lucian’s​‌⁠ hands.

Rather⁠​ than forming a coalition, the factions​​‌ that had declared‌⁠ support for the‌⁠‌ First Prince now‍⁠ had to worry‍‌‍ about when Lucian‍​‍ would give an‍‌ order in his‍​‌ name—and they would​​‍ be forced to⁠⁠ betray each other.‍‍

“With‍ the First Prince’s⁠ permission granted, there’s​​⁠ no reason to​‍⁠ delay. Begin preparations​ for the coronation‍⁠ at once.”

While⁠ the other forces​ were consumed by​ anxiety, Lucian moved‌‌‍ swiftly.

Although​‍ interference was unlikely,⁠‌‌ there was always‌​⁠ a chance that,‌​ in a panic,​ someone might charge‌‌​ north under the‍‍⁠ excuse of madness.‍

‘Even‌‍‌ if I could⁠​​ crush them easily,‌​ it’s best to‌‍ avoid visible opposition​ before the coronation.’⁠

In⁠⁠ truth, the greatest‍⁠ source of instability‍​ was not outside—but‌‌⁠ within.

‘The‍ First Prince, Claude.’‍

He​‍​ had now become‌​ little more than​‌​ a seal used​ to create legitimacy,⁠⁠ but he was​​‍ someone who had⁠​​ already once escaped​​‌ from the center‍‌⁠ of Tibron using⁠⁠ a magical artifact.‍

If‍​⁠ Lucian became complacent,‌‌⁠ Claude could slip‍​⁠ away like an⁠⁠ eel and cause​⁠​ a massive headache.‌

Just​ in case, Lucian​‌ ordered Marius, Colin,‍​ and Helen to​‌ keep close watch‍‌ over the First⁠⁠⁠ Prince.

“If‍ you detect any⁠​ mana fluctuations, subdue‌⁠ him immediately. If​ the situation requires‌​‍ it, I authorize‍‍⁠ moderate use of‍‌ force.”

“Of‌​ course. If anything‍ seems suspicious, we’ll‌ act without hesitation.”⁠‍‌

Marius​ and his two​ disciples responded with⁠⁠‍ gleaming eyes.

Even‍​ though Claude’s escape‌‍⁠ would be their‌ responsibility, they showed⁠ no sign of​​⁠ concern.

They‌‍ actually seemed eager‍ for an escape⁠⁠‌ attempt, toying with‌‍ their staffs.

Feeling‍​ a strange unease,‍​⁠ Lucian quickly added.⁠​

“Don’t​ forget the condition—only​⁠‌ if the situation‌‍ requires it. If‍‌ you can subdue‍ him without violence,​‍ don’t hit him.”​

“We’ll⁠ keep that in⁠ mind. Though please⁠‍⁠ understand that as​ mages, our physical‍ strength is limited.‍ In an emergency,‌​ we’ll have no‍ choice but to⁠‍ resort to magic.”​⁠

“That,‌​ of course, I understand.”

“And‌ in urgent situations,‍⁠ it’s normal to⁠ make small errors⁠ in power control.”‍

Lucian​​⁠ had the feeling​⁠‍ that such an⁠​​ “error” was guaranteed⁠‍​ to happen. While‍⁠‍ he hesitated about‍ whether he could⁠ really trust them‍⁠ with the task,⁠​ Marius smiled and‌ added.

“Don’t⁠​ worry. We bear⁠ no grudge whatsoever‍‌​ for the witch‌‌ hunts the imperial​​‌ family carried out‍ over the last​‍‍ three hundred years.”‍​‌

“…..”‌‌

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