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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 180

Chapter 180

After‌ finishing the farewell​​ banquet, the First‍ Prince Claude was​​ transferred to a luxurious guest room.‍

The​⁠ bed was soft,‌​‍ the food exquisite,​⁠​ and the room‌ temperature perfect.

However,‌ Claude could not‌‍⁠ feel any joy‍ even though he‌‍​ had been given​‌⁠ everything he desired.​

No⁠ matter how good‌⁠⁠ the conditions were,​⁠ remaining confined was⁠⁠ no different from​ being in prison.‍

In⁠‌⁠ fact, compared to⁠⁠ a cell with⁠​​ bars, this was⁠ even worse now​⁠⁠ he was surrounded⁠‌‌ by countless soldiers.​‍

“I‌ said you could‌‍ keep a close⁠ watch on me,‌‌ but at least⁠‍‌ let me go‌ out! I didn’t‍‍‌ even ask to⁠‍⁠ go far, just​‌⁠ to take a walk through the‍ castle corridors!”

“That‍​​ is not possible.‌ The duke ordered⁠ that you not‌​ be allowed to​‌ leave.”

Even⁠ as Claude shouted,‍‍ exploding with frustration,⁠‌ the soldiers did‌‍‌ not move an​ inch.

Fixing​ them with a murderous glare, Claude⁠ spoke in a voice filled with‌‌​ rage.

“Do‍​ you even know⁠ who you’re talking⁠ to?”

“To⁠‍⁠ whom?”

“I‍‍‍ am the legitimate⁠‌​ heir of this​‌​ Empire, the First⁠ Prince Claude!”

“So?”‌​

“….”‌

The​‌ indifferent attitude of⁠ the soldiers left​ Claude speechless.

Ignoring‍​⁠ him, the soldiers⁠‌‍ began chatting among​ themselves.

“Isn’t‍‌⁠ a prince just‍‌‌ the emperor’s son?”⁠‌‌

“Right.”‌⁠⁠

“And⁠ the emperor is⁠ our lord’s superior.”‌‌⁠

“Then‌‍ should we obey‍‌ him?”

“But‌‌‌ the emperor’s son​​ isn’t the emperor.”‌

“Then​‌ we can ignore‍ him, right?”

Hearing⁠​ that, Claude was‍ left without words.⁠​​

They⁠ were even worse‍‍ than the guards‍⁠ at the castle​‌ gate.

What‍‍ in the world⁠ did people in‌ Asagrim think of‌ the emperor?

At‍‍‌ that moment, a familiar voice was‍​⁠ heard from behind​⁠ the soldiers.

“They​⁠‌ are men who​‌ have lived their‍⁠ entire lives in⁠​ the tundra. They‍‍ know nothing of​‍ the emperor’s majesty.”‍

“Denis!”‍

For‌ an instant, Claude’s‌‌‍ face lit up,​ but it immediately‌‍ twisted with fury.⁠⁠

Relief⁠⁠‌ at finally seeing⁠‌ someone he could‌ speak to, and‍ at the same⁠⁠‍ time resentment for‍ having done nothing​‌ when he was‍‌ taken away.

“What​‍ the hell have⁠⁠​ you been doing⁠‍ all this time!?”‌

“First‍ Prince.”

Denis⁠​⁠ dropped to his‌ knees with a heavy thud in‍‌ front of Claude.‍‌

“Difficult‌‌‍ days lie ahead.​ But please, endure‍​ them. For the‍⁠‍ sake of the​⁠ imperial family, which‌​‍ must endure forever,​ we have no‌‌‍ choice but to‌ bow our heads⁠⁠​ for now.”

“What‌‌ the hell are‍ you talking about…?”⁠‌⁠

“Even⁠⁠ if it takes⁠‌‍ several decades, as‌ long as you​​ remain alive, there‍ will be hope.‌‍ So take care‍‌‌ of your body‍​‌ and preserve the⁠⁠ bloodline.”

“…!?”‌​‍

“I⁠ will soon speak​‍⁠ with the duke​ to find a consort for you.​ Living alone in‌⁠‍ such a confined⁠ place must be‌ lonely. With a partner, everything will⁠⁠‍ be much better.”⁠⁠‌

Claude’s‍⁠‍ face turned pale.‍⁠

Imperial‌⁠​ family, bloodline, consort.‌‍‌

Words‍‌​ that seemed disconnected,‍‍‍ yet all revolved​‍ around one thing‍ blood.

Claude‌​ instinctively understood the‍‌ decision Denis had⁠ made.

“A-are‍⁠‍ you saying you’re​​⁠ placing your hopes‍​‍ on my children,⁠ not on me?⁠​‌ That I’m supposed‍⁠ to live bowing‍‌ to the duke‌‌ my entire life…?”‌‍

Something​ was terribly wrong.‌​

Claude⁠⁠‌ had always believed‌‌ that Denis would​‍ never betray him.​

If​‍ the late emperor⁠‌ had sent him‍⁠‌ north as a spy, his loyalty‌‌ was beyond doubt.‌​

And‌ indeed, that loyalty⁠‍ had not wavered⁠‍‍ even for a moment.

The​ problem was that‍‍⁠ this loyalty had‌‌‍ returned to an​⁠⁠ even more fundamental‌​ level not to⁠​‌ the person of‍‌ the First Prince,‌ but to the⁠​‍ continuity of the‌​⁠ imperial family.

“This⁠‌‌ is bad…”

Claude‍ went completely pale.⁠

He‌ had seen many‍‍‍ of those loyalists‌‍⁠ throughout history fanatics​ who cared nothing‍ for the prince’s‌ personal feelings and​ only wanted him‍ to be a cog in the​‍⁠ Empire.

Convinced⁠‌ that everything they‌‌‌ did was the⁠‍‍ correct form of‍​‍ loyalty, they were⁠ impossible to reason‍ with.

If‍⁠‍ this continued, Denis‍ would end up‍ the same, blocking‌ his ears and‌​‌ doing only what‍​ he believed was‌⁠ right.

Seeing‌​‌ that same unsettling‍​​ gleam in Denis’s‍‌ eyes, Claude spoke​‍ desperately.

“W-wait.‍ It’s not over⁠⁠ yet! We still⁠ have a chance!”‍

“Of⁠⁠ course. It is‍‌​ said that matters⁠⁠ of state are‌‌​ planned with a hundred-year view. Bowing‍​ for fifty years⁠ is nothing.”

“That’s‍⁠⁠ not it! I can do it​ myself! I have⁠‍‌ a plan!”

“I​‌‌ am sorry, Your‍​ Highness. Forgive me​‌ for being so⁠ weak that I have no choice‌‌‍ but to entrust‍​ the future to‌​⁠ the generations to‌ come.”

“Are​‌​ your ears blocked?⁠‌ Listen to me‌‍ first!”

Claude‍‍‍ shouted, almost in⁠‍ tears, but Denis‌ pretended not to‌‌​ hear.

He‍ stood up, bowed⁠ his head, and​ as he slowly⁠‌‍ withdrew, left behind⁠‌ one final sentence.‌​​

“Do​⁠‌ not despair; preserve‍ hope. But abandon​​ excessive ambition and​ entrust the future.​​ Everything has its‌‍ time.”

“Hey,​ son of a bitch!”

“Hey,‍‌‌ where do you​ think you’re going?”​​

When‍‍⁠ Claude tried to‌⁠ rush forward to‍‍⁠ grab Denis, a soldier blocked his⁠​‍ path.

Just‍ as he was⁠ about to unleash​ another curse—

Boom!‌‍‍

“Ugh…!”‌⁠

A brutal impact, as⁠ if an iron‌ mass had slammed⁠ into his abdomen,​⁠​ tore through Claude’s​‌​ body.

Nausea‍​⁠ and pain made‌‍ him collapse to‌​ the floor, unable‌⁠⁠ even to scream.​

Then,‌ among the soldiers,⁠⁠‍ other voices were⁠‌ heard.

“I‌ would rather not⁠ use this kind‌​‌ of magic, but​‍ he tried to​​​ escape. There was‍⁠⁠ no choice.”

“That’s‌ right. It’s a spell used only​⁠ to prevent escapes.”‍

“The​⁠​ duke will fully‌‌ understand our master’s‍‌ decision.”

Curled⁠ up on the‍⁠ floor, Claude raised​ his head with‍⁠​ difficulty.

He‌⁠⁠ had to see⁠ who the madman⁠‍ was who dared​⁠ to do this​⁠ to him.

When​​ he identified his​ attacker, his eyes‌⁠ widened.

“Mages…!”⁠​

“Yes,⁠‍​ mages. Do you‍ remember us?”

How‌ could he not‌ remember them.

For​ three hundred years,⁠ the imperial family‌ had exterminated unauthorized​‍ mages through witch⁠‍ hunts.

That‍‍‍ such mages had‍⁠ been “escorting” him​‌‌ at the banquet⁠​‍ was impossible to‌​ forget.

Even‌‍​ more so after‌⁠ they had sealed​‍ his voice with‌ magic.

And‍​ now, not one,⁠ but all three​‍‌ were standing before‍⁠ him again.

“The‍ duke sent us.⁠ He said that​⁠ if we saw‌​‌ signs of an​​ escape attempt, we‍‍‍ were to stop‍ you immediately. Though,‍​​ due to my⁠‌⁠ lack of skill,​‌ I failed a bit in controlling​‍ the power. Your​​ stomach hurts—are you⁠ all right?”

“H-how‌ dare you…!”

“If‍ you can speak,⁠‌‌ it seems you’re‌ fine. What a pity. We bear⁠​‍ no grudge against‍‌‍ the imperial family,‌‌ but even so,‍‍ we must resort⁠ to such rough‌‌​ methods.”

Marius,‍‍ Colin, and Helen⁠ put on sorrowful‍⁠ expressions, like actors⁠⁠⁠ in a play.‍‍

However,‌ the corners of⁠⁠ their lips were‍‌ raised, unable to‍‍ hide it.

“First‌‍ Prince, please behave​‌ yourself. If you​ continue trying to‌‌ escape, we may‌​​ have to use​​‌ even rougher methods.”⁠

“…!”‌‍‍

Faced​⁠ with Marius’s deep‌ smile, as if​‌ he were eagerly‌ awaiting the next‌ escape attempt, Claude’s‍⁠​ body began to‌‌‍ tremble.

***⁠​

After​ assigning mages as⁠⁠ guards, Claude could‍‍ no longer even‌‍ breathe in peace.⁠‌​

It​‍⁠ was enough for⁠ him to approach​⁠ the door for‌​​ the mages to⁠⁠ unleash merciless restraint⁠ upon him.

Crunch!​‍‍

“Ugh!”‌‍

“Well‌ now, trying to‌‌ escape again. Please​ stop forcing us‍‌‍ to intervene.”

“I​ wasn’t escaping! I was just going‌ to ask the‌​ guards for something!”⁠

“Then‌ shout. Stop making⁠⁠‍ excuses that convince⁠⁠‍ no one.”

Unlike‍⁠ other nobles, who⁠ at least maintained‍‌ some decorum, or‌⁠​ the soldiers, who‌‍‍ simply carried out⁠​‌ their duty, the⁠⁠​ mages were completely​ implacable.

Especially‍‌ Marius, who had​‍ brushed against death​‍‌ time and again​ during the witch‌‌‌ hunts, watched with‍‍‍ an unhealthy obsession.⁠

At‌​ the slightest suspicious‌‍‌ sign, magic was⁠ unleashed without mercy.‌​

‘They’re‌‍‌ the ones who‍ know best that‍​ all my magical⁠ artifacts have already‍ been taken away‍⁠ and that I have no way⁠⁠ to escape…!’

Claude⁠⁠ was furious to‍ the limit, but‍⁠‌ since they were‍‌ openly picking a fight with him,​‌‍ he had no‍‍‌ way to protest.⁠⁠​

To‍⁠ make matters worse,​ the soldiers watching‍ the scene were⁠‌ not surprised in‌ the slightest by⁠​ his suffering; they​⁠‍ did not even​​ blink.

The​‍‌ Order of the‌‌ Knights of the​‍ Blue Rose, one‍⁠⁠ of the orders‌⁠‌ directly subordinated to​⁠ the imperial family,⁠‌ had been “lent”‌⁠ by the former‍⁠ emperor to Lucian,⁠‍ but that did⁠ not mean they​ had changed their​⁠⁠ loyalty.

If‌ the First Prince⁠ gave them an‍⁠​ order face to​ face, they would⁠‌⁠ have to obey.⁠

Regaining‌‍​ some confidence, Claude‍​ adopted a solemn‍ expression and ordered​‌​ the Order of⁠ the Blue Rose.‌‍

“Knights,​​ immediately cut down⁠‍ that insolent traitor‍‍ and get me⁠‌‌ out of here.”⁠

“No.”​‌​

“What?”‍

“First⁠‍​ Prince, please regain‍‍⁠ your composure. We​‌ are human as​‌‌ well. We are‍​ not wooden dolls‌‌ who blindly obey⁠‌‍ their master.”

The​ knights let out​‌​ a deep sigh⁠ and shook their‍‌​ heads, as if‌⁠ dealing with a child who understood⁠ nothing of the‌ world.

“If​ you escaped from‍‍‍ here, it’s obvious‍‍‍ you would give‍‌ us all kinds⁠ of absurd orders.​⁠​ Why should we​‍ help you escape?”⁠

“Y-you‌‌ swore loyalty! You‍‍ swore loyalty to⁠ the imperial family!”‌

“Precisely​ because of that,‌ this is a blessing. Thanks to​ Your Highness being‌ confined here, we​‌ only receive reasonable‌⁠‍ orders from the‍​​ duke.”

“…!”⁠‍​

“Please‌ remain calm. No‍​ one wants to​⁠‍ receive orders directly‌ from Your Highness.⁠ Not only us—the​‌‍ other lords think‍‌ the same.”

Claude‍‍ blinked, stunned by​‌​ the knights’ frankness.‍​‌

So‌‍​ all those loyalists‌‍ had been a lie?

Had‍ they sworn loyalty⁠‌ only because they‍‌‍ believed he would‍​ never be able​⁠‍ to escape Tibron?‍‍

While‌‍ Claude still could‍⁠‍ not react, the‍‍ knights delivered the​​​ final blow.

“A​⁠ piece of advice—even​‍‍ if, by some‌ chance, you manage‍ to escape, do⁠​​ not go to⁠⁠⁠ other lords lightly.‍⁠‍ They might assassinate⁠‌​ you.”

“W-what?”⁠

“What⁠‌​ do you think‌‌ would happen if​⁠⁠ you went to‍ people who do‍‍ not want to‍ obey your orders,‍​ but also do⁠‍‌ not want to⁠ lose the title‍‌‍ of loyalist? In‌‍ your place, I would quietly kill‌⁠ them and say‍ that you never​‌ appeared.”

After⁠‌​ leaving those heavily⁠​ loaded words behind,‌‍⁠ the Order of‍‍​ the Blue Rose​ departed.

Claude‍⁠ remained frozen in​​⁠ place for a long time, unable⁠‍ to move.

Two​ days later, when‌​ Lucian came to​‌⁠ check on his‌⁠‍ condition—

“Duke!⁠ No, King Lucian!⁠ Please, save me!”‌⁠‍

Claude⁠ dropped to his​ knees and shouted‌‌ before Lucian could‌ even open his‍ mouth.

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