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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 36

Chapter 36

“Hmm.”⁠‌‌

In​‌‍ the lord’s office,⁠‍ Grand Duke Sigmund‍​​ carefully reviewed the‍​ report in front​ of him.

Lucian‍⁠ and Tristan, who⁠ had recently returned,‌‌ stood before him,⁠⁠​ waiting for him‍​‍ to speak.

After⁠ a moment, the⁠​​ grand duke placed‌⁠‍ the report on⁠ the desk with‍⁠‍ a light tap⁠ and turned his​‍ gaze to Tristan.‌​‍

“Tristan.”​

“Yes,‍​ Father.”

“You’ve⁠⁠‍ always been quick‌‍ to make decisions.‍‍​ When something needed‌⁠ cutting off, you⁠⁠ never hesitated and‍ acted decisively. But‌⁠⁠ sometimes, determination turns​​ into rashness.”

“…”‍

“I’ve‌‌ always been concerned⁠​‍ about your tendency⁠⁠⁠ to decide too‌ quickly. You often‍ choose not the​​⁠ best option, but‍⁠ the least bad⁠⁠​ one. And the​ least bad decision​ is not the​​ same as the‌ best one.”

Tristan’s⁠​‌ face, slightly bowed,​​ was now shadowed.‍

It‍ was practically a direct critique of​​‍ how he had⁠‌‌ handled the situation‍‍ this time.

The​‌‌ grand duke watched‌‍ him and added​‌ a few more⁠ words.

“I‍⁠ won’t say that​‌ sacrificing a few‍⁠ for the sake‍‍​ of the whole⁠​ is wrong. But‍‍‍ sacrifice isn’t always‌‍ the answer. Sometimes,‍ set the scales‍ of your heart​ aside and reflect.‍‌⁠ Not everything can​‍‌ be measured with‌‌​ a scale.”

“I​‍ will take it⁠ deeply to heart.”‌⁠

“And​‍ now, Lucian.”

As‌ he finished, the‍​⁠ grand duke’s gaze⁠ turned to Lucian.​‍

At​‌ the same time,‌⁠​ his stern expression‌ softened a little.⁠‌‌

“This⁠⁠⁠ time, you did⁠ a good job.‌⁠⁠ You protected the​ territory, protected the‌ people, and still⁠‍‌ didn’t cause any‍⁠⁠ loss to the​‍ count’s house. I couldn’t ask for‌‍‍ more.”

“You’re​‍‍ very generous. I used quite a bit of the‍‌​ family’s resources, so​‌ at the very⁠ least, I had‌​​ to get these⁠ results.”

“What‍‍ do a few​ gold coins matter?‌⁠ You’ve gained benefits⁠‌‌ several times greater​⁠ than what you​⁠ spent. At least​⁠‌ for me, who‌ supported you, there’s⁠​‍ nothing to regret.‍​ Just that…”

The‌⁠‌ grand duke’s satisfied⁠ smile turned slightly⁠‌ bitter, as if​‍‍ there was a single dark spot‌‌ in an almost⁠​ perfect result.

“The⁠⁠ fact that, even​‌ knowing about the⁠​ mage, you didn’t‌‍ try to conceal‍​‍ it a bit‌ does bother me.​ Though I suppose‍ you’re not well⁠‍‍ aware of the⁠‌ imperial family’s aversion‍ to mages.”

Lucian​⁠ was startled.

At‌ first, he thought​⁠ it was just​‍ Tristan overreacting, but​‍​ for even the‌‍ grand duke to​ say something like⁠​‌ that…

‘Just‍ how much does⁠‍ the imperial family​‍ hate black mages?’​​

Lucian​ knew that the​​⁠ imperial family didn’t‌​‍ look kindly on​ mages.

After‌ the beginning of​‍​ the era of‍‍⁠ chaos, mages began‍‌‍ appearing one after‍⁠‌ another, and the‍⁠ imperial family responded⁠⁠‍ with genuine rejection.‍

However,⁠⁠ magic was too‌‍ useful a power,⁠ and the imperial‍ authority was no‌ longer what it‍ once was.

In​​‌ the end, even‍‍ though they hated​⁠⁠ them, the imperial‌⁠‍ family had no‍‍ choice but to‌‌ reluctantly acknowledge the‍​‌ existence of mages.‌

‘Even​​ considering the chaos‍‌ of the time,‍⁠ the acceptance process​⁠ was too smooth.⁠​‌ I thought they⁠ simply disliked them‌ to some extent,⁠ but it seems‍⁠​ much deeper than​​‍ that?’

For‍‍‍ Lucian, who had​‍ never seen a real mage before‍⁠ the chaos, it‌‍‌ was hard to‌‌ understand.

The‌ only clear takeaway​ was that the‍‍ imperial aversion to‌ mages far exceeded​‍‍ what he had‍​⁠ imagined.

From​⁠‍ now on, it‌‌⁠ seemed necessary to⁠⁠​ keep that in⁠ mind—at least to​ some extent.

“In‌ any case, since‍‌​ the outcome was​⁠ good, it would⁠‌ be ridiculous to‌‍ reproach you for​‌‌ something that didn’t‌​ even happen. I won’t say more.​ I only advise‌⁠​ that, even if‌​ you don’t go​ to your brother’s‍‌⁠ extremes, try to​‌‌ hide mage-related matters‍ a bit more.”‌

“I’ll‍‍​ keep that in‌‌⁠ mind.”

“Good.‌⁠⁠ You both must‌‍​ be tired. Go​​‍ and rest well.‌‌‍ I’ll handle the⁠⁠‍ rest.”

“Yes,⁠ Father.”

The‌ two brothers bowed‌ their heads and‌ left the grand‌ duke’s office.

As​​ soon as the‍⁠ door closed, they‍⁠​ looked at each⁠‍ other.

On‍ one face was‍​ a deep smile;‍ on the other,‌​ a bitter sense‌ of defeat.

Soon‍‌ after, both turned‍‌⁠ their backs at⁠ the same time‍⁠‍ and walked in​ opposite directions.

No​ words were needed.‍‍

To​‌ anyone watching, the‌⁠ victor and the‌‍‍ defeated were clearly⁠⁠⁠ defined.

***⁠​

Edwin‌​​ let out a sigh as he‌ looked at the‍⁠ secret message in⁠‌ his hand.

He​ had expected good​‍‍ news, but the​​ contents he received‍⁠​ were the complete‍⁠⁠ opposite.

‘What​‌​ will His Excellency​‍ say…?’

Grand‍​ Duke Sigmund was‌ already quite burdened‌ lately by a series of problems.‍

If​‍​ he now confirmed‌‍ the contents of​‌⁠ this message, the​ accumulated irritation might‌⁠⁠ explode all at‌‌ once.

“Grand‍​ Duke, it’s Edwin.”‌‍

“Come​⁠‍ in.”

The‌ voice that came⁠‌ from the office‍‍ was unusually cheerful.‌‍

Though‌‌ he found it‌‍‌ strange, Edwin opened‌ the door and‍⁠ entered.

It‍⁠ wasn’t an illusion—a‌⁠​ deep smile was‌‌ indeed on the‍‍ grand duke’s lips.​

“Has‌‌‍ something good happened?”‍‍

“Read​​ it.”

Sigmund‍ handed him a document.

Edwin​⁠‍ scanned the contents⁠ quickly and opened‍⁠ his eyes wide.‌

“The⁠‌ third young master⁠‍ really achieved such⁠‍‍ merits?”

“Impressive,​​ isn’t it? I always thought he​‍ had a silver‍​​ tongue, but I never imagined he​⁠​ would handle all⁠⁠‌ the negotiations so​​‍ well.”

“Even⁠‌​ more impressive is‍ the battle at‍‍ the city of​⁠ Grebe. Though it​‍ was a minor⁠​​ engagement, the direction​‌ of the combat‌‌​ was flawless.”

“I‌ didn’t know he‌⁠‌ had that kind​‍‌ of talent either.‍‍ Seems innate. Of⁠ course, he’s still⁠​ a rough gem​ and needs experience,⁠‍​ but even so,⁠​⁠ it’s remarkable.”

At⁠‌⁠ the praise for⁠‌ Lucian, Edwin nodded.‌‌⁠

It⁠‍ wasn’t just because‌ he was his⁠‌ son.

Achieving‍ such a smooth‍‍‌ command on a first military outing​‍‍ indicated something far​ beyond mere talent.‍⁠

“On‍‍‍ the other hand,​ for the eldest⁠​ son, it must‍‍‌ have been a considerable blow. According‌⁠ to this report,‌ he nearly made‌⁠⁠ a grave mistake.”‍​‌

“Actually,​ that’s a good​‍‌ thing. To be⁠‍ honest, Tristan had​‍‍ been overly confident⁠​ lately.”

He​⁠‍ had already accumulated​‌‌ plenty of merits,⁠⁠ enjoyed a good⁠⁠​ reputation, and compared‌ to the second​​ son who lacked​​ support and the‍⁠‍ third who still​ had no proven⁠ capabilities, the evaluations⁠‍⁠ around him were⁠⁠ favorable.

Moreover,‌⁠ almost none of‌ his previous decisions‌‍‌ had been serious⁠ mistakes, so he‍ was rarely reprimanded.‍‍‍

As‌ a result, he‌ had grown increasingly‍‌‌ authoritarian.

Maybe‍​‌ it wasn’t a problem now, but​‍‍ in the long​ run, it could‌‍⁠ become a fatal‌ weakness.

“Thanks​ to the third,⁠⁠‌ he’s gotten a chance to look⁠‍ at himself. Whether‌ he faces his‍ mistakes and corrects‌‌‌ them, or chooses⁠​ to ignore and​‍ pretend they don’t‍⁠ exist, will be‌‍‍ up to him.”⁠​⁠

“I’m‍‍‍ sure the firstborn⁠⁠‌ will face his​ own errors. Even‌⁠ if he’s strayed⁠⁠ a bit lately,‍ he’s an intelligent‌ person.”

“I⁠‌ hope so. By‌‌ the way, what​ brings you here?”​​​

Edwin⁠ hesitated for a moment. The news⁠​ he was about⁠‍ to deliver could​ crush the grand⁠ duke’s good mood‍ in an instant.‍⁠⁠

“…It’s⁠ a secret message‍‌ from His Majesty⁠⁠ the Emperor.”

“From⁠ the Emperor?”

“It’s​⁠ not favorable content.‍ It’s best if‌​​ you see it​‍ for yourself.”

Edwin‌‌ handed over the​‍ message, already unsealed.​‌‌ Reading an imperial⁠‌ letter in advance⁠‍ was unthinkable for‌‍​ any other vassal,‍ but Edwin was‍ permitted to do‍‌ so.

Sigmund​‌ took the message‍‍ and opened it⁠ casually.

“…Damn​​⁠ it.”

Shortly‌‌ after, he furrowed​‌​ his face deeply​ and cursed. The‍‍ message crumpled mercilessly‍‌⁠ in his hand.​‍

“Bernhardt,​ that bastard, really⁠ has luck. They‍‍⁠ forgive him just‌⁠‌ for covering all‍‍ military expenses to⁠‍‍ suppress an imminent​ rebellion? What a cheap price.”

“That’s​​⁠ no small matter.​‍​ Kreppelt, which has⁠‍⁠ risen up this⁠​‍ time, holds outstanding‌ national power even‌​ among the vassal‍⁠⁠ states. He’ll have⁠​‌ to fork out‌ a sum that’ll​ leave him bent‌‌ over, and his‍‌ external influence will​‍ drop considerably.”

“But⁠ his political authority​‌ won’t suffer any​‌​ damage. He’ll still‍​‌ strut around court‌ with his head​ held high, saying‍‌ whatever he wants.​ I never imagined​ His Majesty would‍‌ accept a deal‍ like that.”

Sigmund‌​ rubbed his forehead‍ and dropped heavily​ into his chair.⁠‌‌

He‍‌​ understood that, in‍‍ the face of‍ a rebellion, urgent‍​ support was needed.‌⁠

But‌​ even so, there⁠‌​ were things that⁠​‌ had to be‌‌ cut at the⁠‌‌ root, even at‍​‌ great cost.

Though‍​ he had served⁠ the emperor loyally‍‍ for years, in‌‌​ moments like this,​‍‍ the grand duke⁠‍ felt deep frustration.‍⁠

“Could​⁠ it be that‌‍‌ the succession issue⁠​⁠ is now part​ of all this?‍⁠ He still seems​⁠ obsessed with the⁠ first prince.”

“He’s⁠‍​ always said that,​ for the authority⁠​ of the imperial‌‍‍ family, the principle‌​‌ of primogeniture must‌‍ be respected. He‌ probably expected the⁠‌‍ marquis’s support.”

“Primogeniture,‍‌‍ primogeniture…”

A bitter smile formed⁠‌‌ on the grand⁠ duke’s lips.

Lately,‌ he even doubted‌ whether that principle⁠⁠​ was truly being⁠⁠⁠ pushed for the⁠ sake of imperial​ authority.

Too⁠‌‍ many incidents had⁠​‍ already shown that‍⁠⁠ the first prince‍⁠​ was unfit to‍ be emperor. And⁠‍ yet, insisting like⁠⁠ this was absurd.‍

“Could​ it be he‌​ still can’t forget‌ the late empress?”​

“…”‌

“Calling⁠ it romantic would​ be excessive, considering⁠​ the burden she‌ carried. But maybe‌‌​ now even that’s​ been forgotten.”

In‍​​ the past, the‍‍⁠ emperor had been​⁠‌ a sharp person,‌​⁠ able to discern⁠⁠ what was right.​‍

His⁠‌ only flaw was‍⁠ his extreme aversion‍ to bloodshed.

As‍​⁠ a result, the⁠​‌ empire had missed‍ several chances to‍ rise again.

This‌​ might have been​‌​ the last.

And‍‌ yet, he let‌‌‌ it slip away.​‌

‘Will⁠ there even be⁠​‍ another chance while⁠​​ I’m still alive?’⁠‍

A sigh escaped Sigmund’s‍⁠ lips. After a brief silence, Edwin‍ spoke cautiously.

“Your‌‌ Excellency, I regret‌‍‌ to say this,‍ but there’s more.”⁠​

“What‌‌‌ else now?”

“It’s‍ not in the‍⁠ written message, but⁠⁠ what the messenger‍‍‍ conveyed. He said‍‌ His Highness the‍ first prince will⁠ personally participate in‌‌‍ suppressing this rebellion.‌⁠ And that, if​‌‌ possible, they wish‌⁠ for one of⁠ the young masters‌​‍ to march with⁠‌ him…”

Dear​‍⁠ god.

Faced‍ with the secret​⁠ order he least‍‍ wanted to hear,‌ the grand duke‍‍ ended up covering⁠⁠‍ his face with‍​‍ both hands.

***‍‍‍

After​ completing the mission‌ and returning to‍‍ the family, Lucian’s​⁠ position had completely​ changed compared to⁠‌ the past.

He​‌​ had already been​ rising rapidly for⁠⁠ some time, but​ now he had‍ gained such solid‌‍​ authority that no‍ one could shake​​ it.

The‌⁠⁠ servants, already cautious‍ in their behavior,​​ bowed even more‍‍ deeply, and the​ knights began seriously‌‍‌ working to gain‌​ Lucian’s favor.

As⁠⁠ an added effect,⁠‍​ the authority of‍​ Hans and Hugo,​​​ who were under‍ his command, also‌⁠‌ rose.

“The‌‍ guys who used⁠‌‌ to look down​​‍ on me now​⁠⁠ don’t even dare‍‍ make eye contact.‌⁠‍ I feel like⁠ everything I’ve built⁠​ up until now‌ just popped like‌‍ a balloon. Hahaha.”‍‍‌

“Not‍ everything will be​⁠ good. Aren’t you‌‍ getting requests or‌ under-the-table favors?”

“Of⁠ course I am,‌‍​ but I’m turning⁠⁠ them all down.‌ If you start‍‌ accepting what others​‍‍ offer lightly, sooner⁠​ or later it‍ leads to trouble,​ right?”

“Good‌ attitude.”

To⁠‍⁠ Lucian’s surprise, Hans‌​ didn’t let power​ get to his⁠⁠ head and handled‍‍ the situation well.‍

He​​ was someone naturally​ content with what​‌ he had, and‍ he had already‍ seen plenty of‍ the dirty side‍ of politics through⁠‍ his work.

For⁠‌‌ Lucian, who had‌ been worried about‍​‌ potential corruption, it‍‌ was a relief.⁠⁠

‘If‌​‍ he keeps growing​​‌ like this, I can use him‍ as a close⁠‍ collaborator even in‌ the future.’

Even⁠⁠⁠ if not at​ the level of‌⁠⁠ Grand Duke Sigmund⁠ or Steward Edwin,‍‍⁠ having absolutely trustworthy⁠‌ allies was essential.​‍‌

A ruler didn’t only⁠ need knights and​⁠ administrators, but also​ a steward capable‌⁠ of handling the⁠‌ small internal issues.⁠‌‌

Hugo,⁠​‌ unlike Hans, didn’t‍‌ pay much attention⁠‍⁠ to the change‍‌ in how people⁠​​ treated him—instead, he⁠ focused on training⁠​​ to regain his‍⁠‌ battlefield instincts.

“One‍​ day I’ll fight‍​‍ by your side,‍ young master, so‍ I don’t want⁠‍ to lose this‌ feeling. The only⁠ thing I regret‍‍​ is that the‍‌‍ sword style I learned is third-rate…”⁠‍‌

“There’s‌‌‌ no other choice.‌ The Lion Sword‍‍⁠ can only be⁠⁠ learned after becoming⁠‌ a knight. For‌ now, you’ll just​⁠ have to use‌‍ what you have.”‍‍‌

Unlike‌‌​ the Lionheart Sword,⁠​ which only direct‌ bloodline members could⁠‌ learn, the Lion‍ Sword was open‍​ to other knights.⁠⁠‍

Still,‍ no matter how‌ loyal one might​‌⁠ be, if they⁠⁠ weren’t a knight,​​​ they couldn’t learn⁠‍​ it—so for now,‌‌ Lucian couldn’t teach‌ it to Hugo.​

Lucian‍ found that a bit unfortunate as‍⁠⁠ well, but if‍‍ everything went as‍‍ planned, it wouldn’t​​‌ be long before⁠ the opportunity to​‌ knight Hugo presented⁠ itself.

For⁠ now, the priority‍​‌ was refining the​ sword style he​‌ already had.

‘And​ that applies to‍‍ me as well.’‍⁠​

After‍‍‍ walking through the‍ family residence, Lucian‌ immediately went to⁠ find Swordmaster Eisen.⁠⁠

To​​ step onto the​ battlefield that loomed​​ ahead, he urgently​⁠⁠ needed training in‍ the Lionheart Sword.⁠‌‍

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