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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 181

Chapter 181

Despite‌​⁠ Claude’s sudden change‌ in attitude, Lucian​ was not surprised​ at all.

Rather,‌​ with an impassive‌ expression, he approached⁠ the kneeling Claude⁠​‍ and placed both⁠⁠ hands on his‌‍‌ shoulders, as if​‍ to help him⁠ stand.

“For⁠‌​ someone of your‍‌ status, the First‌ Prince, not only‍‍ to kneel before‍ a mere duke,‍⁠​ but to even‍​ address me with‌‌⁠ honorifics, is a joke far too⁠ heavy for me.​ Please, stand up.”⁠⁠‍

“No,‌⁠​ it’s not a joke. It is​‌​ practically a given‍⁠ that you have‍ received the title⁠ of king, so​‌ how could I treat you lightly?⁠‌ According to protocol,‍​ a king and​ an imperial prince⁠‌ are on the‌⁠ same level, so‍ please allow me‌‍ to show you‍ the proper respect,⁠ even if only⁠​ now.”

“That⁠‌ is not necessary.‍ Simply by existing,‌ the First Prince‍‌​ is already fulfilling‍⁠ his role perfectly.‌⁠‍ Ah, by the‌‌ way, Denis mentioned‍⁠‌ something to me⁠⁠​ recently about finding⁠ you a princess‌ consort…”

“Please!‍‌ I beg you,‌​‌ don’t do that!”​‍

The‍‍ moment the topic‍‌‌ turned to a princess consort, Claude⁠‍‌ panicked and clung‍‍ to Lucian’s leg.​‍‌

However,​​ Lucian frowned and​‍​ knocked his hand⁠ away in one⁠‍ motion, clearly annoyed.‍⁠‌

“Don’t‌‍⁠ do it? First​​‍ Prince, you have‍‌‌ long been of⁠‍ marriageable age. You‍‌ are already past⁠‌⁠ the proper age‍‍⁠ for marriage, and​ yet you still‍‌ intend to keep‍ postponing it?”

“Just⁠ a little longer!​‍ Just a little‌⁠⁠ more time, that’s⁠ all!”

“No.‌⁠ As the legitimate‍‍ heir, you have‍ the obligation to​‌‌ leave behind a successor. You cannot‌‍ evade it, so‍​ resign yourself.”

“H-huhh!​​ Great King! Please,‌⁠​ grant me one‌⁠‌ more chance!”

Tears‌‌‍ and mucus streamed‌⁠⁠ endlessly down Claude’s⁠​‌ terrified face.

When⁠ Lucian tried to​⁠ pull his leg⁠ away, Claude crawled‌⁠‍ awkwardly and clutched​ his thigh tightly.‍

“E-even⁠ if I were​ to have a child right now,​⁠⁠ what use would‌⁠ that be to‍​ Your Majesty? He‍ wouldn’t even be⁠‍ able to speak,‌‍ and for years‌ he wouldn’t even‍‌ be able to‍​​ control his bodily⁠‍ needs! Instead of‍ that, use me!”​‌⁠

“I‍‌ don’t understand what​⁠⁠ you’re talking about.”​

“I’ll‍‌ personally write every‍ edict you want!​​‌ No, better yet,‌ I’ll conduct the​‌ coronation myself! Wouldn’t‌⁠​ it be the‌ perfect scene for‍​ the legitimate heir​⁠ of the Empire‍⁠ to place the⁠‌⁠ crown!?”

Lucian‍‍ silently observed Claude​‌‍ as he begged‍​ desperately.

He‍ was trembling so‍ much that the⁠⁠ vibration was transmitted​​ directly to Lucian’s‍​‍ thigh. In the⁠ end, Lucian sighed‍ and spoke.

“I‍​‌ have no intention‍ of killing you,‌ so calm yourself.‌⁠⁠ You may never​​ set foot in​ the outside world⁠ again in your​‍ lifetime, but at⁠‌ least you will‌ be able to‌⁠ live comfortably.”

“…!”​

“First​‌​ Prince, you have​‍⁠ betrayed my trust‌​ again and again.‍⁠ In my opinion,​‌ it is better‌‍​ to keep you‌‍‌ locked up like⁠⁠‌ this than to‍ let you loose.”‌​​

“No,‍‍ no! That’s not‌​‌ it! Believe me!⁠ Believe me just​⁠ one more time!”⁠‍⁠

“I‌‍‌ trusted enough already.​​ And I was⁠‍‌ betrayed enough.”

“I’ll⁠⁠​ abdicate!”

Lucian,‌⁠‌ who had been​‌‍ trying to shake‌‌‍ Claude off, froze⁠​ in place.

Noticing‍⁠‍ his reaction, Claude‌​‌ shouted through tears‌ and mucus.

“If⁠ I ascend the​ throne, I’ll abdicate!‍‌⁠ There’s no need​‍‍ to use a newborn! Do you‍‌ think a child⁠⁠‍ will always grow‍ according to their‍​ parents’ will? When⁠‍‍ they mature, they‌ inevitably start thinking‍‍‌ for themselves!”

At⁠ those words, Lucian⁠‍​ nodded unconsciously.

Claude‌⁠ was surely repeating​ something he had‍‍⁠ heard somewhere, but‍​ the perfect example⁠⁠ was Lucian himself.​‌​

Despite‍‍‌ the former emperor’s‍⁠‌ attempts to raise​ him properly, he‌ had ended up‌ becoming this trash.⁠

‘Well,​‍ in the end,‌‌⁠ everyone is the⁠‌ same. Even if⁠​ you raise someone​ from infancy in⁠‌⁠ a controlled environment,‌⁠ you can’t dominate‍‌ their thoughts.’

Even‌⁠‍ when raised in⁠‍⁠ abundance, a rebellious‍ spirit emerges on⁠ its own.

No​ matter how much⁠‌⁠ you try to‍​ shape it, with⁠​⁠ one slip it⁠​ can head in⁠​ the opposite direction.‍‍⁠

Perhaps‍⁠⁠ the First Prince’s​ child, upon realizing‌ his innate rights,‌‍⁠ would end up‌ thinking.

‘Eliminating‌‍ the traitor Lucian‍​‌ and reclaiming my​ rightful rights will​ be the mission‍ of my life.’⁠⁠

Rather⁠ than bearing such⁠‌‍ a risk, it⁠‌ might be better⁠ to use a First Prince who​⁠ understood reality and‍ crawled in abasement.⁠

“And⁠‌​ what do you‍ want in return?”​⁠

When‌⁠ Lucian asked after​​ a brief silence,​‍ Claude answered immediately.‌

“Please,‍ do not let⁠​⁠ noblewomen enter my‍ bedroom.”

It⁠‌ was a declaration​​⁠ that, as long⁠‌ as he lived,‌‍ he would never‌‍ have an heir.⁠

To‍ others it might⁠‍ seem ridiculous, but‍​⁠ Claude was truly⁠ desperate.

The⁠ moment a successor‌ was born, he⁠​⁠ would lose his​​​ advantage as “the​ only alternative.”

Not‌​‍ only Lucian, but‌ the other lords‌​‍ as well would⁠⁠ begin to take‌​ more interest in⁠​‌ the heir’s growth⁠⁠‍ than in Claude.‌‌‌

In‌ the worst case,⁠‍​ once the child‍‍‌ was deemed sufficiently​ mature, Claude might‌‌‌ conveniently “die of​ illness.”

At‌​‌ that plea, Lucian⁠⁠ drew a mocking⁠ smile.

“And‌​​ how do you​ plan to distinguish‍​ a noblewoman?”

“…!”‌

“The‍ daughters of fallen‍ families often lack⁠‍ proper education. On‍‌ the other hand,‍⁠ a high-class prostitute,‍⁠‍ carefully trained, can‌‌ have more bearing⁠ than a provincial​​‍ noble young lady.”‍​​

In⁠‍⁠ other words, if‍​ Lucian decided to​​ deceive him, Claude‍‌‍ would have no‍ way to tell.‍⁠ Just as the​⁠ terrified Claude was⁠‌ about to say‍ something more, Lucian​ whispered to him.⁠⁠​

“So​⁠ don’t feel secure.​ The moment you‍ think there is‌ no alternative but⁠ me, that you​ can do nothing⁠ to me, or‍ that this is​⁠ the time to⁠⁠ return to a proper relationship between⁠⁠ sovereign and vassal,‍‌‍ the First Prince’s‍​​ heir may appear‌‌ out of nowhere.”​⁠‍

“Yes,​​ yes! I’ll keep⁠‌ that firmly in⁠‌‍ mind! I’ll never‌​ forget it!”

Although‌‍ it was practically‍‍ a threat, Claude​ had no choice‌‍​ but to nod‍‌ frantically.

If‍ it was Lucian,⁠‌⁠ he really could‌‍‌ make those words‌ a reality at‍ any moment.

At‍ Claude’s submissive response,⁠​ Lucian showed a satisfied smile.

“Good.‍​⁠ Then allow me‌ to ask you‌ just one thing,⁠‌‌ First Prince.”

“W-what‍ thing?”

“It’s‍⁠ nothing out of‍ the ordinary.”

Lucian⁠ shrugged and said,‍

“Draft​‌ the invitations for​‍ the lords.”

***​

After⁠⁠​ Eisen’s funeral, two⁠⁠‌ months later, Lucian⁠⁠‌ once again sent‍‍‍ invitations to the‍‌ lords of the‌​ north.

This⁠⁠​ time, it was‌‍‌ not a funeral,‌ but an invitation‌‍ to attend his​‍ coronation.

The‌​‍ lords, who had⁠ barely returned from‍⁠‍ Asagrim and already‌​ had to prepare​⁠‌ to set out​​​ again, frowned. No‍‌ matter how much⁠ it was Lucian,​‌‍ what kind of​‍⁠ dog training was⁠‍ that?

However,‍‍‌ the moment they⁠​​ read the invitations,‍‌‌ their annoyance turned‍‍⁠ into shock.

“The⁠‌‍ First Prince’s handwriting?⁠ You mean it‌ wasn’t the duke,⁠ but the First⁠‌⁠ Prince himself who‍‌ personally wrote all⁠‍‍ these invitations?”

“And‌⁠​ they’re not just⁠ simple protocol greetings.⁠⁠‌ Every sentence is‍ written with care.‍‌‌ Anyone would think⁠‌ it’s a letter​‍ sent to a close friend.”

Normally,‌ invitations sent to​ many people have​‍ the same content,‌⁠‌ with only the‌⁠‍ recipient’s name changed,‌⁠ save for rare​‌ exceptions.

But‍‍​ the First Prince’s‌ invitations were different‍‌ from all others.​ Each one had‍​‌ completely different content.‌⁠

The​‌‌ situation of each​ family’s lands, their​​ family composition, recent​‌⁠ topics that were‌ being talked about—details‌⁠‌ that could only​ be known by‌‌​ investigating case by​‍⁠ case.

From‍​ count houses to⁠ barons, all received⁠ different texts. Faced‍‍​ with such dedication,​‍ the lords could⁠‌ not help but‌⁠​ click their tongues.⁠

“It’s‌ impossible that the‌‍‌ First Prince wrote​​ something like this‌⁠⁠ of his own‌⁠ will. Was it‍‍⁠ pressure from the​ duke?”

“It‍‍​ can’t be. After‌⁠ going through that‌‍ humiliation at the⁠​ farewell banquet, has‍​ he already given‌ up?”

The‌​​ northern lords were‌ stunned, but deep⁠⁠ down they could‌ not help admiring‌‌ Lucian’s skill.

Whatever‌​​ the method, there‌ was an abyssal‍‍‌ difference between locking​ the First Prince‍‍‍ in a room‍‍​ and using him⁠⁠ as a mere⁠‍ seal, and bringing‌‍ him onto the⁠ stage and making​‍‌ him speak the⁠​‍ desired words.

Before‍⁠ the eyes of​​ the northern lords,‌ who hurried back​⁠⁠ once more to‌​ Asagrim, Lucian held‌⁠ his coronation.

The‍​‍ ceremony itself was​⁠ simple to the⁠ point of seeming​⁠​ poor, as the⁠‌‌ formal coronation would⁠ be carried out‌ after reclaiming the​⁠ capital.

But​‌​ what mattered was⁠ not splendor, but⁠⁠ who placed the​​‌ crown.

“I,‌‍ Claude fin Bey​​‍ Astria, legitimate heir⁠‌ of the Empire⁠‌​ and First Prince,​‍​ acting in the⁠ name of His‌ Majesty the former‌ emperor, bestow the‌ royal title upon‍ Duke Lucian.”

“I​​ receive it with‌‌‍ respect.”

After​‌ accepting the crown​⁠ from Claude’s hands,⁠⁠ Lucian sat upon​ the throne.

With‍‌⁠ the official declaration⁠⁠‍ of the complete⁠ revival of the‍ Northern Kingdom, emotions‍ split everywhere.

The⁠⁠⁠ return of the⁠ north’s former glory‌ was a cause⁠ for joy, but⁠​ at the same‌ time it meant‌‍ that they now‍ had a new​‌ lord over their⁠ heads.

Then,⁠ Claude, standing beside‍⁠ Lucian, spoke again.‌​

“Furthermore,‌ I, Claude, will⁠​⁠ establish Asagrim as⁠‌ my residence until​ Tibron is reclaimed⁠ and, as the‌⁠‍ representative of His‍⁠ Majesty the former‌ emperor, will perform⁠ all imperial functions.⁠‌​ The rewards and⁠​ punishments decreed by⁠⁠ my mouth will⁠‌ take effect immediately,​‌ and if they⁠ cannot be enforced​ at once, they​​‍ will be carried​‍ out as soon⁠⁠‌ as possible.”

“…!”‍

The‌ eyes of the‍​‍ northern lords shone.⁠‌

If‌ that was true,​‌ didn’t it mean⁠​‍ that even in‍⁠⁠ this chaotic era‍‍‌ they could receive​​ new titles or⁠⁠​ territories?

It‌‍⁠ was not an‍ empty promise of‍ future rewards after‍‍ pacifying the Empire,​​ but prizes granted​​ on the spot.‍

If⁠​ they played their​‍ cards well, they⁠​​ could grow their‌⁠​ families more than‌ ever, even in‍ the midst of‍‌ chaos.

Before‌ the opportunity fallen‌‌‌ from the sky,‍‍ the northern lords‍ burst into cheers‌ without exception.

“Long⁠ live the Northern‍ Kingdom! Long live‌​ the First Prince!”⁠​

“May‍ the kingdom be⁠​​ eternal! May the​‍‍ Empire be immortal!”‌‌‍

Before⁠‌ the avalanche of⁠‍​ acclaim, Lucian showed‍ a deep smile.‍

He⁠‍ had obtained legitimacy,‍ dominated the north,‍‌ and given a clear incentive to⁠⁠ the nobles under‌​ his command.

Now‌‍‌ only one thing⁠‌ remained to be​​‌ done.

“It‌ will be time⁠ to advance.”

The‍⁠​ moment had come‍​‍ to extend, beyond​ the north, the‌ strength he had‍ cultivated so far.​

***​⁠

The‌⁠ potential of Asagrim​ was limitless.

Even‍‌‌ without leaving the⁠‍‌ north and focusing‍ solely on internal⁠⁠⁠ administration, its growth‍‍⁠ would be enormous.​‌

However,‍ for Lucian it⁠ was better to‍ advance immediately than​ to waste time‍‍ preparing.

“If​ I take time⁠​​ to prepare, I also give time⁠ to the enemy.​‌ Unless the opponent⁠ is a puppet‌⁠ without progress, perfect⁠‍‍ preparation is nothing‍​‌ more than an‌⁠⁠ illusion.”

What‍​ mattered was not⁠ how perfect his⁠⁠ preparation was, but⁠ how much distance⁠⁠ there was between⁠‌ him and his​ opponent.

Even​‍ if his preparation‍‌​ was somewhat insufficient,​⁠ if the enemy‌ was not prepared‌‍‍ at all, he‌‍⁠ could deliver the​​​ most devastating blow.​‍

In‌ Lucian’s eyes, now⁠​⁠ was precisely that⁠⁠ moment.

“First,‌ I must advance‌​⁠ quickly and establish​‌​ a foothold outside‍ the north, so‌ that the others,​‌ feeling the threat,⁠‌​ will not dare⁠‌‌ try to isolate⁠​ the Northern Kingdom.”⁠⁠

Although‍​ he had recently‍​ weakened the abnormal​⁠​ cold of the​​⁠ north using an​‍ artifact, the food⁠‍‍ situation was still⁠‍ bad.

The‍ mere fact that‍‌ the cold had​​​ eased did not‍ make abandoned agriculture‌‍‍ prosper immediately.

Until⁠‌ the north could⁠ be self-sufficient, most‌‍ food would continue‍‍‌ to come from​‍ outside.

Therefore,​ it was necessary‌ to establish an⁠‍ external base in⁠​⁠ advance, so that⁠ other factions could‍ not block trade​⁠⁠ at will at⁠ a critical moment.⁠‍‍

“Well,​ as long as‌ there’s distance, it​ will be vulnerable​⁠‍ to external attacks​ for a while,‌‌ but I can⁠​‍ leave that to‌⁠‌ Tristan. Besides, that‌ external base will‌ also be a bridge to advance‍‍‌ toward Valdeck.”

Losing​‌⁠ that bridge to​‌⁠ Valdeck meant delaying‍ even further the​⁠ moment when Tristan‍‍‍ could reclaim Valdeck.‍‍

Tristan​ knew that too,⁠​‍ so if he​​‌ were assigned to‌​ that external base,⁠ he would defend‍​⁠ it at the⁠⁠‍ cost of his‌⁠⁠ life.

Lucian⁠​‍ would only have⁠‌⁠ to charge the‌‍‌ cost in blood‌​ to Tristan and‍​‍ then calmly appear​⁠ to take over⁠ the already stabilized⁠⁠⁠ base.

After‌ deciding on his‌​‌ plan, Lucian was‍⁠ about to summon​‌ his vassals.

But⁠‍ faster than he‌‍⁠ could expand outward,⁠ visitors arrived from‍‍ outside the north.‌

“…What?‌ You say an⁠⁠‌ envoy from the‌⁠‍ house of Marquis‌ Roglan has arrived?”‍​

Faced‍​⁠ with that unexpected​⁠ visit, Lucian blinked.‍

Why‌​ the hell had‌ those people come​ all the way⁠ to this distant⁠​ north?

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