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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 41

Chapter 41

“Don’t​⁠​ tell me the‍‌‍ First Imperial Prince‌‍⁠ isn’t present?”

“No,‍⁠ it’s not that…⁠‍​ but… huff.”

Under​​​ Lucian’s pressure, Jurgen‍ let out a deep sigh, as​​ if he would​ almost prefer the‌ prince to actually⁠⁠ be absent.

After‌‌‍ a moment, he​‍‌ tightly shut his⁠⁠‌ eyes and pulled⁠‍‌ something out.

“Please‌⁠​ accept this first.”‍‍​

“What​‍‍ is this? A mask?”

Lucian‍⁠‌ took the mask‌ with a perplexed‍​​ expression.

At​​ first, he thought​‌‌ it might be‍‍‍ some kind of​‌ artifact, but it‍ wasn’t.

It‌⁠⁠ was an ordinary⁠ mask—thin and fragile—the​‌ kind used at⁠​ parties.

“Why‌​ are you giving⁠ me a mask‌ all of a sudden?”

“Until⁠‍ all the lords⁠‍ participating in the⁠ alliance have gathered,⁠⁠ I ask that⁠⁠‍ you wear it.⁠⁠​ And, if possible,‌‍ that you don’t‍‍ reveal your identity.”‍‌‍

“What‍ kind of nonsense⁠‍ is that?”

“It’s⁠ a game that‌‍‍ has recently become​​⁠ popular in high‍‍‌ society. People socialize​ while hiding their⁠ identity with a mask, and at​⁠‍ a certain point,​‌ they reveal who​ they are.”

“A⁠‍ game?”

Lucian‌​​ frowned at Jurgen’s​​‌ explanation. There was‌​ one word he⁠ couldn’t overlook.

“Did​‌‍ you just say⁠ ‘game’?”

“Yes.⁠ I don’t quite​ get it myself,‌ but they say‍‌​ it’s very effective⁠‌ for fostering camaraderie.‌ It allows people​‌ to connect regardless⁠‌‍ of title rank…”​⁠

“That’s‌‌‌ not what I’m​‌‌ asking. We’re here‌‌‍ to suppress a rebellion, not to⁠ enjoy a party.”‍‍

With⁠⁠ an almost resigned‌ expression, Jurgen nodded.​‌

As‍​⁠ if he knew‍⁠ Lucian was completely‌​ right, but there‍‌⁠ was no alternative.‌

“In‌‌‌ fact, it was⁠​ a direct proposal‍‌​ from the First⁠‌‍ Imperial Prince, aiming​⁠⁠ to foster camaraderie‌⁠⁠ among the allied‌ army.”

“From‌ the First Imperial​ Prince himself?”

“Yes.‍ So please, I beg you. I understand it’s not‌‍ to your liking,‌‍ but there are⁠ underlying reasons…”

“Ha.”⁠

Lucian⁠‍⁠ let out a dry laugh.

Underlying‌‌​ reasons, my ass.⁠‌‍

Everything⁠​‌ pointed to the⁠‍ First Prince just‍‍‌ wanting to amuse‍​​ himself.

He‍‍ probably wanted to⁠⁠‍ watch the lords‍‌ clash without knowing⁠ who was who.⁠⁠

‘Does‍⁠ that man even⁠‌ think? This might⁠‍ work with court‍‍ nobles, but pulling​⁠ this kind of‌ stunt on territorial‌‍‌ lords…’

Court​​ nobles, without lands​‍ of their own,​‌ were mere extensions‌⁠⁠ of the imperial​​​ palace.

Even⁠ if they were‍​ the butt of‍‌ such jokes, they​ couldn’t rebel.

But‌ the territorial nobles‌⁠ gathered here were‍⁠ a different matter.‌

They‍‍⁠ had their own⁠‍ military power, and‍ their loyalty wasn’t‌​​ absolute.

Under⁠ normal circumstances, they‌‌‍ should at least⁠‌ be treated with​‍⁠ a minimum of​ respect.

‘Even⁠⁠​ if I take‌‍‍ a hundred steps‌ back and accept‌​‍ this being done‍‍ to lesser houses,​‍ doing it to‍​ me, the representative‌⁠ of the Duke⁠‍ of Valdeck, is‍​‌ another matter. This​‌‌ could be taken​‌ as a humiliation.’‌​

It‌‍ could be brushed‌‍⁠ off as a joke, but it​‍ could just as‍ well be interpreted​‌ as an insult.‌​‌

The⁠ First Prince’s “game”‌ was treading a dangerously fine line.⁠​

Jurgen‍‍ knew that—hence his‌⁠ pale face.

Clicking‍​ his tongue, Lucian‌ took the mask‌‍ and said.

“Well,⁠⁠ easing the fatigue‌‌​ a bit before‍‍ the war isn’t​ a bad thing.‌​​ I don’t know​‍‌ how effective it‌ will be, but​ if His Highness​‌‌ desires it, as⁠‍‌ a vassal I have no choice‍‌ but to comply.”‌⁠⁠

“Th-thank​​‌ you! Truly, thank⁠​⁠ you very much,‌ Lord Lucian!”

Jurgen‍‍‍ bowed repeatedly, looking‍‌ like someone whose​⁠‌ life had just‌‍​ been spared.

After‍⁠ all, Lucian had‍​ chosen to let⁠⁠ something that could​‌ easily have escalated⁠‍ into a major‌ conflict over insulting⁠ the Valdeck family‍‍​ pass as a mere joke.

“The​​​ Valdeck family is‌‌‍ truly a pillar⁠ of the Empire!⁠ With a successor⁠ as wise as⁠‌ you, Lord Lucian,​⁠‍ the Empire will‌⁠ prosper alongside Valdeck‌​​ for a long⁠​ time!”

“I’m‍ not the successor.”⁠

“Not‍‌ yet, you mean.​ Just based on‌⁠⁠ what you’ve shown​ today, it’s obvious.⁠​ The day the‌‍‌ Valdeck family needs​⁠‍ someone to lead​⁠‌ it, without a doubt, it’ll be‍⁠‍ you, Lord Lucian.”‌‍⁠

Once⁠ again, Jurgen continued⁠​ showering Lucian with​‍ compliments.

Lucian⁠​ nodded absentmindedly and‍ tried to enter,​‌ but Jurgen, startled,​​ blocked his path.⁠​

“W-wait⁠‌​ a moment, please.‌ There’s something else​ I need to​‌ tell you.”

“Again?​‍ Are you going​⁠ to check if⁠‌ I’m wearing the‍ mask right here?”‌​

“I’d⁠ appreciate that. Also,⁠‌⁠ I’ll give you⁠​⁠ a cloak to‌​⁠ further conceal your‍‍​ identity. There are⁠ rules—when moving around‌⁠‍ the area, your⁠‌​ identity must be⁠‍‌ hidden as much‍​ as possible, and‍‍ your escort limited‌‌‌ to one person…”‍

After​ that, Jurgen spent‍‍‌ a good while‌‌​ explaining meticulous rules,⁠‍‌ sweating the whole‍ time.

As‍ he listened to​⁠‌ the never-ending list,‌​ Lucian pressed a hand to his​ temple in frustration.‍‌

What​‍ a circus the‌​ allied army had​‍ become.

***‍​

“Is⁠⁠‍ the First Imperial⁠‍ Prince even aware‌ of what he’s⁠‌ doing? This is‌⁠ a direct insult​⁠⁠ to the Valdeck​ family!”

After‌​​ finishing the explanation⁠‍​ and setting up‌⁠ camp, Gerard entered⁠​‍ the tent with⁠ a deep frown,‌​ visibly upset.

Unlike⁠⁠⁠ Lucian, Gerard couldn’t​‌ seem to accept‌ all of this​⁠ as a mere​‍ “joke.”

“Third​​​ young master, there’s‌ no need to‌​​ tolerate the antics⁠​​ of the First⁠‍ Imperial Prince. Even​⁠ if we flipped⁠⁠‍ the table right‍⁠ here, both the‍ Duke and His​ Majesty the Emperor‍ would understand.”

“And​ then the mood‍ within the allied​ army would go‍​‌ straight to hell.‍​‌ Do you really​‌ think someone capable⁠ of pulling a stunt like this‌​ would back off‌ quietly if his​‌ game is ruined?”‌

“That‍‌‍ is…”

Confronted‌‌ with Lucian’s direct⁠ remark, Gerard fell‍ silent.

This‌​ was a First‍ Prince capable of‍⁠‌ playing such jokes​‌⁠ on territorial nobles.‍‌⁠

Even​⁠ if things blew⁠‌‌ up, it was⁠‌‌ far more likely‍‌​ he’d react emotionally‌ rather than rationally.​‍‌

“For‍‍​ now, it doesn’t⁠ seem like His‌​ Highness has bad⁠ intentions, so let’s​‌ let it go.⁠ Besides, this mask‌ game also has⁠ its advantages.”

“Advantages?‍‌‌ Is there really‌‍​ such a thing?”​​⁠

“It’s‍ easier to probe‍‌ each lord’s true‌‍ intentions. If we⁠⁠ were to gather‍ while openly displaying‌‍ our status, everyone​ would just put⁠‌‍ on a carefully‍‍ calculated façade.”

The⁠ Valdeck family was,‍​​ excluding the imperial⁠ family, the highest-ranking‌‍ house in the‍​ Empire.

In‍‌​ other words, aside⁠‍​ from declared enemies,​​​ no one dared​​ show their true‌ thoughts in front⁠‌ of them.

No⁠⁠ one knew what⁠‌​ kind of retaliation‌⁠ might come from⁠ offending a ducal​‌‌ house.

However,​​‌ with a mask​ on—even temporarily—one could​⁠​ conceal their identity.‍

“Of‌ course, it won’t​​​ take long before​‌ everyone figures out‍‌ who’s who, but​‍⁠ until then, people​‌ can speak more​‌ frankly than usual.​​​ Since we’ve decided‍⁠ to go along‍‌​ with the First​‌ Prince’s game, I plan to make​‌ the most of​‌‍ this opportunity.”

“Hmm…​‌ is that really​ necessary? From my‌ point of view,‍‌ this will only‍⁠‍ stir up unnecessary‌‍⁠ conflict.”

“Of‌ course it’s necessary.”⁠

More⁠⁠‍ precisely, not for‍⁠⁠ the future head‍ of the Valdeck⁠ family, but for‌⁠ Lucian.

If‍⁠ he became the‍ duke, the intentions‍ of the small‌ and mid-level lords‌​⁠ would no longer‍‍​ matter.

Before‌⁠⁠ the head of‍​​ House Valdeck, they​‍ would never dare​⁠ reveal them.

But⁠‍‍ Lucian, who had⁠ the possibility of‍ acting independently, saw‍‍ value in using⁠‍ this chance to‍‍‌ assess the lords’‌⁠ inclinations.

‘You​‌‍ never know when‍​‌ it might be‍‍‍ useful. The more​​ information, the better.’⁠‌​

“If​‍ the third young⁠‌⁠ master sees it⁠ that way, then‍ do as you⁠ please.”

Having⁠ no way of‍ knowing Lucian’s true⁠ motives, Gerard calmly​‌⁠ nodded.

Since‍‍‌ Lucian held full​ authority, once he‍⁠ made a decision,‌ there was no‍ way for Gerard​ to stop him.⁠⁠⁠

“However,‌ according to the⁠‍ rules set by‌⁠‌ the First Imperial‌‍ Prince, he may⁠ only take one​​ escort when moving‍ around.”

“That’s​⁠ right. Unfortunately, Sir‌ Gerard, you’ll have⁠‍‍ to wait here.”​

“Whom​‍ do you intend​⁠ to take as‌ an escort?”

“Obviously,‍⁠​ Sir Raymond.”

Hugo⁠⁠ had ability, but⁠‍ as an escort,‍​ he was far‍‌ inferior.

All⁠​‍ nobles were accompanied‌‌ by knightly escorts;‍‌⁠ Lucian couldn’t be‌​ the only one‍​⁠ walking around with‌‍⁠ a commoner.

If⁠ he could only⁠⁠​ take one person,⁠‍ there was no⁠‌​ better choice than‍​ Raymond, a former⁠ member of the‍‌​ Black Lion.

“Well,​‍‍ now that we’re‍‍⁠ in, why not​‍​ start observing right​​​ away?”

Lucian​ put on the​⁠⁠ mask and headed‍‍ toward the “open-air‌‌‌ ballroom” prepared by‌​ the First Imperial⁠‌​ Prince, determined to⁠​ see how the‌‍‌ other nobles would​‍ react to this​​ absurd game.

***‌‌⁠

“…There​ are far fewer​ than I expected.”​‍‌

Lucian‌​⁠ let out a sigh without realizing⁠‍‍ it.

Despite​‍ wearing a mask‍​‍ and cloak, the​​⁠ nobles present barely‌​ made up half‌ of the number⁠⁠ of visible banners.​​

Raymond,‌‍ summoned as escort,‌ also looked around‌⁠ and smiled bitterly.‍‍

“If‍​‍ you think about‌⁠​ it, this is‌ normal. There’s no‍⁠ reason to go⁠‍‍ along with the‍​ First Prince’s joke.”⁠‍

“So,⁠ without flipping the‍ table, it’s enough‍ to stay locked‌ in one’s tent‍⁠​ and not come‍ out.”

“Exactly.‌ In fact, the‌‍‍ fact that half‌ even showed up​⁠ is impressive.”

True.⁠

A seasoned noble would‍ prefer not to‌ get dragged into​⁠​ unnecessary trouble by⁠‌‍ playing along with⁠​ a prank.

Even⁠⁠​ if the First‍‍‍ Prince felt slightly‌‍​ offended, they would‌ likely consider that‍‍‌ the most profitable​​‍ choice.

“Then,‌​⁠ those who did​ come are either​⁠ weak houses that​ rely too much​⁠‍ on imperial favor,‍‌⁠ or people without⁠‌‍ the ability for​​⁠ political calculations. Or​ else…”

“They’re⁠​‌ desperate for contacts.”‌

The‌‍⁠ voice that cut‌‍ in made Lucian⁠‌ and Raymond turn‍ their heads at⁠ the same time.‍‍

In⁠‍ front of them‍ stood a noble​​ wearing a mask​‍‍ and cloak, accompanied⁠ by his escort.‍‌ From his visible​ skin tone and​⁠ voice, he seemed​ to be around⁠‍​ Lucian’s age.

“…Nigel‍ Crayce?”

Upon‍ seeing the familiar⁠‌ scar beneath the‌ lip, Lucian muttered‌⁠⁠ without thinking.

The‌ other man flinched.​​‌

“You⁠⁠​ know me?”

Of‌⁠‌ course. How could‌​ he not know⁠‍‌ Nigel the Bat,⁠‍​ a minor baron⁠ who, despite being⁠‍ just a baron,‌‍‌ had managed to‍​⁠ protect his territory‍⁠​ until Lucian’s death⁠ in his past​ life thanks to‍‌ his diplomatic mastery?​​

Lucian⁠‍ had even briefly‌‍⁠ worked under him​‍⁠ in that previous‍​‍ life.

‘He‌ had an almost‍ artistic talent for‌ applying just enough‍ pressure to bring‌‍‍ enemies to the⁠‍‍ negotiation table, then⁠ retreating.’

He‍‍ could bluff just​​​ enough to dissuade‌‍ stronger enemies or‍‌ hint at outside⁠‌​ support without ever‌​⁠ fully committing.

He‌‍ lacked military power,‌​ but thanks to⁠‍‌ near-supernatural diplomacy, he​‌ maintained independence until‍ the end.

‘But‌‌ I can’t start​​ mentioning past life​‌‌ stories here.’

Lucian​‌ opted for a simple excuse.

“Apologies.⁠‍‌ I noticed the‌ scar near your‌‌ mouth and took‍‌​ a guess. Looks​​⁠ like I got⁠‍​ it right.”

“Ah…‍‌⁠ this thing, huh?‍‍​ Seems like something‌⁠ so trivial ended‌‌⁠ up making me⁠‌ unintentionally famous.”

Nigel⁠⁠‌ smiled bitterly, touching​​ the scar—a souvenir⁠ from when a falcon had torn‌ his lip.

The‌ falconry story, in‌ which his brother‍ accidentally tossed the⁠​ prey toward his​‌‍ face, was well‍‌‌ known.

Though​‌ rumors suggested that⁠ the “accident” might‌‌‍ have been intentional.‍‌

“Then‌‍ allow me to‌⁠​ guess your identity.‌‍​ Since you got‍‌ mine right, it’s‍ only fair. Let’s⁠ see—House Dampierre?”

“No.”⁠‌

“Then​‌​ House Kleist?”

“Also​ no.”

Nigel​ listed several house‌⁠​ names, but didn’t​​⁠ guess correctly.

He​‍ didn’t even consider‌‌​ houses ranked above⁠⁠ a county. In‍‍ the end, he​⁠ raised both hands​‌‍ with a sheepish‌‍ smile.

“I​‍ give up, I give up. This⁠ is embarrassing. I thought I was⁠​‌ good at reading⁠⁠‌ people, but I couldn’t even guess‍​ your family.”

“I‌ find it more‌​‍ impressive that you​⁠ know so many‍​ houses and their​⁠‍ traits. You’re not‍‍‍ just naming them‌‍⁠ randomly, are you?”‍

“Ah,‌‍ busted?”

Nigel‍ scratched his neck,​ looking slightly embarrassed.‌

Despite‌‍⁠ Lucian’s initial lack​ of manners in⁠‌ blurting out his​ name, their first​ meeting wasn’t a bad one.

Seizing​⁠⁠ the moment, Lucian‌​​ asked about something‌‌⁠ Nigel had mentioned‌ earlier.

“By⁠‌ the way, you​⁠ said nobles gathered‌ here either because‌‍​ they need contacts‍‌⁠ or to prepare⁠ for changes in‌‌‌ the Empire. I understand the first⁠ part, but what​​⁠ did you mean​ by the second?”‍​

“Exactly​ what it sounds‌ like. The Empire’s⁠‌ been restless lately.”​

As‌‍‌ they walked casually,​‌⁠ Nigel lowered his​ voice as if‌⁠⁠ discussing something sensitive.‍

“The⁠ succession issue with‍ the First Imperial‍ Prince, the incitement​‍‍ by the Imperial⁠ Liberation Alliance, the‌‍‍ movements of the⁠‌ vassal states, and⁠​ to top it‌ off, even the​ hidden black mages⁠ are stirring. Nothing‌⁠ has happened yet,​ but no one⁠ knows when it’ll​‍‍ all blow up.​‌ In times like‍⁠⁠ this, a single⁠​‍ contact can be⁠‌ worth its weight​​ in gold.”

“To⁠‌ help each other‍ if something happens?”‌‍‍

“More‌‍ like because you⁠​‍ never know when‍⁠ those contacts will‍ disappear. When a storm blows in,‌⁠ it’s not uncommon​ for acquaintances to⁠‌ be swept away⁠​‍ suddenly.”

I see. Even a paper-thin connection is​‍⁠ better than none.⁠​

“The⁠‍ veteran lords think​ this is all​‍ exaggerated youth talk,‍​⁠ but I can’t⁠ shake this unease.⁠‌ If it were‍‍‍ just the imperial⁠⁠⁠ family, that’d be‌​ one thing—but even‌‌ the Valdeck Duchy‌⁠⁠ is in turmoil.”‌​

Lucian​​⁠ tensed.

“Something⁠‌ happened in the‍​‌ Valdeck family?”

“Haven’t​​‌ you heard? They​⁠ say the third‌⁠ young master, who​⁠ had been retired​‍‍ for a while,‍​ suddenly reappeared and​ started making waves.​ He uncovered the‍ conspiracy of Marquis​‍‌ Roglan in advance,​⁠ exposed the Imperial‍⁠‍ Liberation Alliance’s plans,⁠ and even gained‍​‍ the support of​ Swordmaster Eisen.”

“R-really?”‌

“That’s‌⁠⁠ not something to‍⁠ brush off with‌ a simple ‘I⁠‍⁠ see.’ Now there‍‌​ are even rumors‍ he came as⁠⁠‍ the duke’s representative​‌⁠ with full authority‍ to suppress this⁠ rebellion. That alone​‍ shakes the entire​ line of succession.⁠‍​ No one can‌⁠ predict what kind⁠⁠ of impact this⁠⁠‍ will have.”

“…”​

“This​‌​ might be unnecessary‌ advice, but people⁠‌​ like us need‌ to act with⁠​‍ caution in times‍​⁠ like this. When‍ whales fight, shrimp‍ get crushed. I’ve‍​‍ heard the third‍​‌ young master is⁠‍⁠ quite young—don’t be⁠⁠‌ fooled by appearances.‌‌ Even young, a lion is still​ a lion. He​‌ may hide a terrifying nature behind​‍ an innocent face.”‌⁠

“That’s…⁠ very sound advice…”‌

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