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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 38

Chapter 38

At‌‍‌ the sudden intervention,⁠⁠⁠ Grand Duke Sigmund’s‍⁠​ brow furrowed.

“Madam,‌⁠⁠ I said I would accept volunteers.‌⁠​ At no point​‍ did I ask⁠‌⁠ for recommendations. What⁠⁠​ do you think‌​ you’re doing?”

“It’s‌‍ not a recommendation.‌⁠ It’s just that,⁠‌ by process of‍ elimination, only the​‌ third remains. Think‌ about it.”

Not⁠​‍ even at the‌‍​ grand duke’s rebuke‍‍ did Lady Veronica⁠ blink.

On‌​⁠ the contrary, she‍‍⁠ rose calmly and⁠ swept her fan⁠ through the air.​​​

“This⁠​‍ suppression of the​‍ rebellion is not⁠‌ a mission of​ the appropriate scale​​ to send the‍ boys just to‍​⁠ gain experience. At​ the very least,‍‍ one must have​ stepped onto a battlefield before. And​ in that regard,​ the second and‍ fourth are disqualified.”​‌

“Hmm.”‍

The​‌​ grand duke furrowed​‍ his brow, as‌⁠⁠ if wanting to‍ argue, but in​‌ the end, he​‍ nodded.

It‌⁠ was true that,⁠‍​ as a formative⁠‍‌ experience, the suppression‌⁠‍ of a rebellion​ was inappropriate.

It​​ wasn’t a small⁠⁠‌ skirmish, and safety​ was not guaranteed.‌​‍

Though​ it was normal​‍‌ to avoid the‌​ front lines, there​⁠ was always the‍⁠⁠ possibility of the​‍⁠ unexpected.

For‌‍‍ that, at least⁠ some experience was‍ necessary.

“But‌‌‌ by that logic,‍‌‍ the eldest would⁠‌ also be a candidate.”

“Tristan‍⁠ has remained in‌ Bornholm for quite‌ a while under⁠​ your orders. It’s⁠‌ too short a period to send‌‍‌ him out again.‌⁠ Besides, he has⁠‍‌ accumulated far more‌​ merits than the‍‍ others.”

“Having‌ many merits isn’t‌ reason enough.”

“No,​ it is. And‍‌ it’s the most‌ important reason. Do‍​ you really want⁠ to tie the​ son who’s clearly⁠ in the lead​⁠⁠ in the succession​ race to the⁠⁠⁠ First Prince, whom​‍ His Majesty is‍‍ backing?”

“Even​‌ if the eldest‌⁠‍ grows closer to‌‍⁠ the First Prince,‍⁠‌ that won’t help​ in the competition‌‌‍ for head of​⁠‌ the family.”

“And‌ what if His‌⁠ Majesty gets the‌‍ wrong idea? Couldn’t‌‍ that cause a rather serious problem?”​

Hearing​‍​ them touch on⁠‍ exactly the point​‍​ that already worried​‍‌ him, the grand‍ duke’s brow tensed.⁠⁠⁠

Was‍‌​ she implying that⁠ the emperor might⁠‌ name Tristan the‌ next head of⁠⁠ the family?

“I‍⁠ am the head‌ of House Valdeck.‍⁠​ And I’m also‌​​ the one who‌⁠​ decides the next​ head. His Majesty‍‍‍ may be the​ ruler of the‌⁠ Empire, but don’t‌‌‍ forget that I am the master‍⁠​ of this house.”​

“Everyone‍‌ here knows that‌​​ better than anyone.​​ The problem is​ His Majesty’s will.‍​ It’s not right‌‌​ for a sovereign⁠​ to interfere in‌⁠⁠ the family matters⁠‌ of a vassal,​ but lately His​​​ Majesty has been‌‍ making rather excessive‍ demands, don’t you‌⁠ think?”

“…”⁠​‌

With‌⁠‌ nothing to refute​ her, the grand‍‌ duke fell silent.‍‍

The‌⁠ very fact they‌‌‌ were holding this⁠ family meeting was‌ a direct consequence‌​ of one of‍​‌ the emperor’s excessive‍‌ demands.

And,⁠ seeing his recent‍‍ behavior, there was‍‍‍ no guarantee it⁠ wouldn’t happen again.‌​‌

“If‌ His Majesty is​ trying to tie⁠‌ one of my​‍ sons to the‌ First Prince, it’s‍ to prepare for‍ the future. He‌ may see the‌ others as backup,⁠⁠​ but if he​ sends Tristan, who‍‍ is leading in‌ the race for‌⁠‌ head of the‍ house…”

If‍ it all ended​​ with a simple‌‍​ misunderstanding—that the future‍ head of House​⁠ Valdeck supports the⁠ First Prince—it would​⁠ still be bearable.‍

In‌​⁠ the worst case,​‌​ they might even‌​ assist externally in‌ raising Tristan to‌ the head position.⁠‌

Even‍​ if the grand‍​‌ duke firmly objected,‌‍⁠ the emperor might‌‌​ take it as⁠ confirmation and push‌⁠ forward. A breakdown​‌ in the sovereign-vassal‍​​ relationship would be‌​‌ inevitable.

“Aren’t​‌​ all of these⁠​ logical reasons? Send​​‍ the third.”

“I…⁠⁠‍ I also think‍​​ the third is⁠‌‍ the most suitable…”​

As‌ the grand duke‌⁠ hesitated, the other⁠‍ two wives sided‍ with Veronica.

Seeing​‍‌ that, the grand‍ duke’s face contorted‌‍ completely.

Though​ their arguments made​ sense, it was‍ clear to anyone‍‍⁠ that their real⁠‍ aim was to‍​ hinder Lucian.

And⁠‍​ the fact that‌ the wives got⁠‍ involved—not just the‌ rival brothers—made it‌​‌ even worse.

“Ladies!”⁠‍

Just⁠​ as the grand‍​ duke, furious, was‌⁠⁠ about to raise​⁠ his voice at⁠​‍ the three of‌⁠​ them, someone spoke.‌‍‌

“She’s‌​ absolutely right. Who,‌ aside from me,‍‍‌ would be the​​ most suitable in​ this situation? Send‍‌‌ me, Father.”

“…!?”⁠⁠

Everyone⁠⁠ opened their eyes‍ wide as Lucian⁠‍ suddenly stepped forward.‍​

***⁠​⁠

The‍​ first to react‍ was Grand Duke⁠ Sigmund.

With‌‌ a stunned expression,‌‌ he shouted at⁠⁠ Lucian.

“Lucian,‌ do you even‍ know what you’re‌⁠ saying right now?”‌⁠

“Of​⁠‌ course I do.​‍‍ Isn’t it about​‍ leading the troops‌ in your stead⁠ and helping His‌ Highness, the First⁠ Prince, suppress the‍⁠​ rebellion?”

“No,⁠‍ well, yes, that’s‍ true, but…!”

There⁠ were many things‍ he wanted to‌‍ say, but they‍‌‍ got stuck in⁠ his throat.

How⁠‌ could he say‌​ it wasn’t appropriate​⁠‌ to volunteer, when​‌ he himself had⁠⁠‌ brought up the⁠ matter?

Especially‍ when one of​ his sons had⁠‌‌ to go anyway.⁠⁠

Lucian​‌⁠ smiled as he​ saw the grand‌ duke at a loss for words.⁠

“Don’t⁠​ worry so much.​ I understand the‍‌​ situation well. I have no intention⁠⁠​ of cozying up​ to His Highness⁠⁠​ just to win‌ his favor, so‌ you can rest‌ easy.”

The​‌‍ glances around him​​‍ grew even stranger.​‍⁠

Everyone⁠‍‍ knew the hidden​ political intent behind⁠‌ this matter. And​ yet he volunteered?‍‌‍

Veronica​‍ couldn’t help but‌⁠ ask Lucian.

“What‍‍ are you plotting?​⁠ Do you have⁠ some kind of​⁠ plan?”

“Plan?‌⁠ That’s an odd​ thing to say.‌ Weren’t you the‌ one who proposed⁠​ me in the‍⁠ first place? It’s‍‌‌ only been a few seconds—have you‍⁠⁠ already forgotten?”

At‍​‍ Lucian’s jab, Veronica‍‍ narrowed her eyes‍ but couldn’t respond.⁠​‍

She​‍‍ couldn’t back out​‌‌ after dumping the​ problem on him​ and seeing him​ accept it so‍‌ readily.

After​‍​ leaving her speechless,⁠‍‌ Lucian calmly added.‌⁠⁠

“Just​⁠⁠ as you said.‌‌ I’m the only‍⁠ one suitable for⁠‌ this. The eldest‍⁠‌ brother could cause‍ misunderstandings with His‍​ Majesty, and the‌ second brother and⁠‍ Joshua have no⁠ war experience. In​⁠​ that case, shouldn’t‍⁠ I take it‍‌ on willingly? However…”‍‌

“However?”⁠‍

“I‌ have one request,‍ Father. Grant me‍⁠ full authority for⁠⁠ this mission.”

“Full​⁠‍ authority? You’re already‌‌ going as my‌ representative. That already​​ makes you my‌‌‍ plenipotentiary. What more​⁠ full authority could⁠​⁠ you possibly want?”‌‍

The⁠⁠ grand duke blinked,‌‍⁠ as if thinking‌‌⁠ he was hearing‍ nonsense.

But‌ Lucian didn’t back⁠‍ down and looked​​ at him with​ a meaningful expression.​

“Is⁠‌⁠ that really the​​‌ case? Isn’t there​‍‌ going to be​​ another actual commander,⁠‍⁠ just under the‌ name of ‘advisor’?‍ I mean in​‍⁠ case I mess⁠⁠ things up or‌ make a command​​ error due to​‍‌ inexperience.”

“…”‍

That⁠⁠ direct blow to​⁠‌ the heart of‌ the matter made‌‌ the grand duke⁠‍‍ pause.

Indeed,​⁠ he had considered​‌⁠ sending someone like⁠⁠ that.

To⁠ be honest, he‌‍ couldn’t entrust all⁠‌ military decisions to​ a boy who‌​‍ hadn’t even turned​ twenty.

On⁠‌‍ the battlefield, a single grave mistake​⁠‌ could cost lives.​

At‍​​ the very least,‌⁠​ a minimal safeguard​⁠‍ was needed—someone reliable​⁠ who could advise​‌​ and take over​⁠‍ if needed.

“…They‌ would only intervene​ if things went⁠‍‌ terribly wrong. As​‌​ long as you⁠‌ don’t make a serious blunder, command‍‌‍ remains yours.”

“So⁠⁠ that means, in⁠⁠ the worst case,​​ I could be‌ stripped of command.”​​

“I’ll‍‌ say it again—only⁠⁠‌ in an emergency.”‌⁠

“And​ the one who’ll⁠ decide if it’s‌‍ an emergency will‌ be the advisor,​ right?”

“Whoever‍‌‌ I send will​ have far more‍‌ experience than you.⁠⁠​ Are you saying⁠‌‍ you can’t trust⁠‌ the judgment of‍‍⁠ someone like that?”‌

The⁠⁠ grand duke’s expression‍‌‍ turned stern, but‌​ Lucian did not‍ yield.

This‍⁠‍ wasn’t just any⁠‌ mission—it was the‌⁠‌ Krephelt Rebellion. Even‌⁠ as a precaution,‍ Lucian needed full⁠‍ authority.

“It’s​​‍ not a matter​⁠‌ of trust. It’s​ a matter of‌​⁠ authority. If I’m⁠‌ the commander, the‍​ right to strip‍⁠‍ command from the‌​‍ advisor must be‌‍​ mine. The reverse​ cannot be allowed.”‌

“Huh.”⁠

A dry laugh escaped⁠‍ the grand duke’s‌⁠ lips.

It‌‍ was an excessive​⁠ and dangerous demand.‌

At‍‌‌ that age, how​⁠‍ hot-blooded could youth‌⁠ get?

Reckless⁠‍‍ plans for the‍‍ sake of fame,⁠⁠⁠ or rash charges,‌ were daily occurrences.⁠‌‍

If​⁠‌ he really granted⁠‌‍ full authority, there‌‍ was no telling⁠‌ what might happen.​

“I‍​ want to shout⁠‍ no, but the‍ situation is too‍⁠​ unclear.”

Even‌⁠ while the wives​‌ pressured him unilaterally,‌​ that boy had​ volunteered without hesitation.‌‍

Denying⁠ him even that‍‌ condition would make⁠⁠⁠ it seem like​ even his own‌ father, the grand‌⁠‍ duke, saw Lucian​ as nothing more⁠ than a scapegoat.​‌⁠

‘I‍​​ could still reject​​ it and send‌‌ one of the‍‍⁠ other sons, but​⁠⁠ whoever it is,‌‍ they’ll obviously refuse​⁠ to go…’

There‍‍ was no way​​ around it. The‌ grand duke sighed‍ and nodded heavily.​

“Fine.​​ I’ll grant you‌​ full authority.”

“Thank​‍‌ you, Father.”

“But​⁠‌ since you lack‌ experience, I’ll assign⁠‍ you an advisor.⁠ With full authority,‍‍ it’s up to⁠​‍ you whether to‌‌ follow their advice⁠‍​ or not—but don’t⁠‌‌ dismiss it lightly.”‍⁠

“I’ll‌ keep that in‌‍ mind.”

Lucian​ nodded with a smile.

The⁠⁠ other wives and⁠​ brothers also showed‍⁠ rather satisfied expressions.‍⁠

Upon⁠ hearing his demand,‍‌‌ they seemed to‌‌‍ think he was​ obsessed with glory​‌‌ and ready to⁠‍ do something reckless.‍‌

“Well,‍‍‍ that’s not entirely‍​⁠ wrong either.”

He‌ desired fame, and⁠ he also intended‌‌ to do something‍‍‍ risky.

The‌​ difference was that​ Lucian knew he‌‍ would succeed.

And‍​⁠ that, as a result, the future⁠⁠ of the continent​‍ would change drastically.⁠

Though‍​​ they wouldn’t find⁠⁠⁠ that out until‍‌⁠ much later.

***​‍

— Departure will be‍‌‍ in two months.‌‌ You won’t return‌‌⁠ until the rebellion‍‍ is suppressed this​‌‍ time, so get‌⁠​ plenty of rest.​​

“That’s​​‍ quite a while,‌‌ more than I expected.”

Lucian​ smiled bitterly at​​⁠ the time frame​⁠ mentioned by the⁠ grand duke.

Come​‍ to think of​​ it, before the‍ era of chaos,​ it had always‍​‍ been that way.‌‌

Legions⁠ were formed, supply‌⁠ routes secured, troops⁠ gathered, and only‌‌​ after the final‍ ultimatum was delivered​​ did war begin.⁠​​

Compared‌ to that era,‌⁠ when everyone was‌ constantly ready to‌‍ stab the standing‌⁠​ armies in the‌​ back, this felt‍‍ almost formal.

“But‌ that ends with‍​‌ this rebellion.”

The‌⁠ Krephelt Rebellion wasn’t‍​‌ just a signal⁠ of the Empire’s‍‌ collapse.

It⁠⁠⁠ was the signal‍ of the downfall‍​ of the existing‌​‌ order.

The‍ beginning of a chaotic era where‌​‍ dishonor became normal⁠⁠ and betrayal an‌‍‍ everyday occurrence.

Lucian​ planned to delay‍‍ that beginning, even‍ if just a little.

“I⁠​ still need time.”​‍⁠

For​‍‍ an Empire that‍ had already reached​ its limit, stopping​​‍ the approaching chaotic​‌‌ era was impossible.⁠‍

But​⁠ when that era‍‌ arrived, he still‌ wouldn’t be ready​‌‌ to become a ruler with true​‍ power.

He⁠‌‍ needed to win⁠ just a little⁠‌ more time to​⁠‍ prepare thoroughly.

Just⁠‍‌ as Lucian finished‌‍​ his thoughts and⁠‌⁠ was about to‍ look for Hugo‍⁠ and Hans—

“I’m‌‍ curious what you’re​​ thinking about so‌⁠ deeply. Did you​‍ come up with‌⁠ some trick?”

“Brother?”‍‍⁠

Lucian‌⁠⁠ turned his head‍ at the voice⁠ beside him.

Jordi‌⁠‌ had approached without​‍‌ him noticing and‍⁠‍ was staring at⁠​ him with sharp‌‌⁠ eyes.

“You‌‌ seem in quite‍⁠ the good mood,‍ considering you’ll soon‌ be heading to‌ the battlefield and‍ getting tied to⁠​ the First Prince.”‍‌

“I​‌‍ don’t know. Turning‍​⁠ a crisis into​‍ an opportunity depends‌​⁠ on the person,‍⁠ doesn’t it? Some​‌ people can only‌ see a crisis⁠‌ as a crisis.”⁠‌‍

Lucian‌‌​ shot back at⁠ Jordi’s provocation with‍‌ equally sharp words.‍

After⁠ saying it, he⁠​​ waited for the⁠​ explosion that would‌ surely follow, but​‍ strangely, Jordi remained​ silent.

After​‍​ watching him for​‌​ a long moment,⁠‌⁠ he spoke coldly.​‌‌

“Do‌​⁠ you know what‌⁠‌ it means to⁠‍ break away from​​ the family?”

“To‍ leave the family​‍⁠ you belonged to⁠ and found a new one? Do​‍ you take me​ for a fool?”​​

“No.​ But it seems‌⁠ you don’t know‌ how shameless that​ act can be.”​​

Suddenly,⁠‌ Jordi looked Lucian‌‍‌ straight in the⁠⁠ eyes, as if‍‍‌ he desperately needed⁠ to understand what‌‌⁠ he was thinking.⁠‍

“You​‍⁠ have no inheritance‍​​ rights, so you‍‌‍ found a new⁠‍​ family. Sounds good.‌⁠ But most of⁠​⁠ those types are‍⁠ worthless. That whole⁠​​ ‘self-made’ thing is​ a joke. Most‍ of them suck​‍​ the original family‌ dry down to‌⁠ the bones.”

“…”‍‍​

“They⁠ lean on blood‍‌‌ to claim legitimacy,‍‍ wave around inherited​​ rights, and seize⁠ inheritance. They steal‌⁠‌ what rightfully belongs‍​ to the legitimate‍‌ heir, then call​​ themselves founders of⁠ a new noble‍​ house.”

“What‌‌‌ a way to⁠ put it. Do​⁠ you know how‌‍​ many family heads‍⁠ have emerged after‌⁠‌ separating? And besides,‌‍‌ if you’re not‍​ an heir, what‌ exactly are you⁠ supposed to steal?⁠​ You wouldn’t even‌ have the right‌ to take anything.”‍‌‍

“No!⁠ Anything gained through‌ that blood is​ theft.”

The‍​‌ until-then silent Jordi⁠‍‌ exploded, clenching his‌‍⁠ fist.

“From​ the moment you’re⁠‌⁠ born, you build‍ connections with the⁠​ family’s talents, exchange​​‍ favors, and in⁠⁠‍ the end, steal​ those relationships to‌⁠ take with you.⁠‍​ Because you were‍ born with that​​ blood, you’re acknowledged​​ as noble and‌⁠‍ considered worthy of​‍‍ elevation to ruler.​ You even claim‍‍​ rights over the⁠​ ancestors’ inheritance! If‌ that’s not stealing,​‌ then what is?”‌‌‌

Bastards,‍‍ thieves, miserable wretches⁠‍‍ who should be‌ torn apart.

Jordi‌ spat insult after​ insult onto the⁠⁠‍ ground.

Lucian⁠ listened in silence​⁠​ and crossed his‍​‌ arms with an‌‌⁠ indifferent expression.

“So?​‌ What do you⁠‍​ want me to​⁠ do about it?⁠⁠⁠ If the heads⁠‍​ of breakaway families​‌ are all bastards.⁠ To be honest,⁠​​ I don’t even​ know why you’re​​​ telling me all‍​‍ this.”

“…Tying‍⁠ yourself to the​⁠ First Prince is‍‍‍ a crucial matter​⁠ for this family.⁠‍ If it goes⁠‌​ well, there’s no‍⁠‌ problem, but if⁠‍ things get messy,‌‍‌ you might end‌‍ up as a discarded tail for‌​‌ the sake of​‌ the family. Getting‍ involved in the‍ throne struggle is‌‌⁠ dangerous, even for​‌⁠ the Valdecks.”

“Well,⁠ you’re right about⁠ that.”

“And‍‌​ yet, you didn’t​ seem worried at​ all. As if‌‌ you didn’t care‌⁠ about being abandoned⁠​ by the family.‍‍ As if, even⁠⁠ if you don’t‌⁠‍ become head of⁠ the family, it’s‍ fine to go‌‍ somewhere else.”

Before⁠⁠⁠ Lucian could say‍‍‌ that was a misunderstanding, Jordi grabbed‍⁠‍ his shoulder firmly.​

Not‍‌ hard enough to‍ hurt, but precisely‌ because of that,‍ it felt heavier.‌

Jordi⁠​ leaned in and⁠​ whispered.

“Burn⁠​ this into your⁠ memory. You are‌​ a Valdeck. So‌ am I. Our⁠ older brother, Joshua—we’re‌‍ all Valdecks. We​ live with the​⁠⁠ Valdecks, and we‍​​ die with the‍​⁠ Valdecks. Except for‌ the one who‌⁠​ becomes head of​‍ the house, everyone‍⁠‌ else falls to​⁠‍ the bottom.”

“…”‍‍​

“If⁠​‍ you fail, you‍‍⁠ fall with us⁠⁠ too. Don’t even‌ dream of plucking​ feathers from the‍‍‍ family to build‍⁠ your own wings.‍‌‌ I don’t forgive‌ theft. You either‌ take everything or⁠‌ lose everything. Those‌​‍ are the only‌ two options.”

As⁠‌‌ soon as he​​ finished speaking, Jordi⁠ shoved Lucian roughly‍​ and walked away.​‍

Then,​⁠ as if he‌​​ had nothing more⁠⁠ to say, he‌​​ quickly disappeared around‌ the corner.

Lucian⁠⁠​ was left alone.‍‌ He soon let⁠‌ out a dry‍​ laugh and muttered.‍‍​

“That​⁠ guy…”

He’s⁠ damn perceptive.

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