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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Lucian⁠‌ nodded with an​⁠‌ awkward expression.

From‍⁠⁠ what he had‍​ heard in the⁠ rumors, it seemed​ that he’d gained‌​ a reputation as‌‌‍ a schemer who‍⁠ had hidden his‌‌ claws while plotting‍‌ something from the​ shadows.

‘No‌ wonder. He was​‌ shut in his​‍‍ room for years,​​ and the moment‍ he reappeared, he‍‍⁠ shook the entire​ family. Anyone would‍​⁠ think he had⁠‍‍ been planning it⁠ all along.’

When‌ in reality, the‍​​ only thing that‍‌ had changed was‍ the soul inside‍ his body.

Uncomfortable,​‌​ Lucian looked around⁠⁠‌ and quickly changed​​ the subject.

“Now‍ that I think⁠‍‌ about it, there⁠⁠ are quite a few people here‌‍‍ who aren’t much⁠ older than us.‍⁠ I didn’t expect‍​ so many young​ heads of families‍⁠​ in the Empire.”‍⁠

“That​​‍ can’t be. Most​⁠ of them aren’t⁠‍‌ heads of families.​ They’re heirs who​‌‌ came as representatives,⁠​‌ or sons still‍‍‍ competing for succession.”‌⁠‍

“What?​​‌ Not one or​⁠ two, but all‍ of them are‍⁠ representatives?”

“For‍‍ the same reason⁠​ as you, young‌ lord.”

The​‍​ same reason?

At‌‌‌ Nigel’s loaded words,‌⁠⁠ Lucian blinked.

Did‍​​ this guy know‌⁠⁠ who he was‌ from the beginning‍‌‌ and still pretended‌​ otherwise?

As‌‌ if to say⁠ “don’t play dumb,”‌‌‍ Nigel smiled.

“If⁠ the commander-in-chief is‍ the First Imperial‌‌​ Prince, having the​​ family head come‍‌​ in person could⁠⁠ easily be interpreted⁠‌⁠ as support for‌‌‌ him. Sending an​‍​ heir or another​⁠ son leaves room‌ for excuses.”

“…Ah,⁠ I see. Even‍ if someone tries‌​‌ to tie them⁠ to the First‌‍ Prince’s faction, if‍‍ the head of‌ the family isn’t‌ present, they can‌​⁠ always deny it⁠ later.”

“In​ the end, everyone​‌‍ thinks the same.​ Me, and you⁠‍ too—am I wrong?”‌‍‌

Nigel‌‌‍ looked at him‌⁠ as if seeking‌ camaraderie, but Lucian⁠ had nothing to‍⁠⁠ say.

In⁠​⁠ reality, his reason⁠⁠ for being there⁠‌‍ was almost the⁠‍ opposite of the‌‌⁠ others’.

‘Some​ send their sons‌‌ as an excuse,‍​​ and others turn​ their sons into​‍‍ representatives just to‍‌‌ tangle them up.’‍‌⁠

The‌ absurd contradiction drew‍⁠‌ a bitter smile‍‍ from him. Even‌ so, he couldn’t‍​ deny it without​‍ raising suspicion, so‍‌ he was about‌‍⁠ to nod out‍ of courtesy when—‍​

“Isn’t⁠‌‍ this an absolute⁠⁠ discourtesy? To receive​‌ an imperial edict‍⁠ and still try⁠ to wiggle out​​ of it, claiming‍ to be the‌ heads of their⁠​ respective families. Truly‍⁠‍ disgraceful.”

A deep voice suddenly⁠ echoed behind them.​⁠‌

Upon‍‍ hearing all the⁠ heads of families⁠​​ who had sent⁠ representatives being insulted‍ in one sweep,‌⁠ Nigel turned around⁠ with a frown.​

After‍ all, he was⁠⁠​ one of those​ representatives—it was like‌ an insult to‌‌ his own house.​

But​ the moment he​ saw who had⁠​⁠ spoken, Nigel’s face⁠‌ turned pale.

“Th-that!‍⁠​ No, I…!”

“Come‍ now, calm yourself.​‍​ Isn’t this supposed‍ to be a place to conceal‍​ one’s identity? It⁠‍‌ wouldn’t be proper​ for me to⁠⁠ receive greetings here.”​​

The⁠‌‍ middle-aged family head‍⁠‍ waved his hand‌‌ indulgently.

However,​‍⁠ no matter how⁠​‌ gentle his tone,⁠‍ the look he⁠⁠ gave from above⁠‍ was dripping with‌ arrogance.

Lucian⁠‌ quickly examined the⁠ man who had​​ stepped in.

‘Dark‌‌⁠ blue hair and​⁠⁠ beard, and an​​ eagle emblem on​​‌ his belt.’

That‍‍​ alone was enough​ to identify him.​

In​​​ the entire Empire,​⁠‍ there was only‍‍‌ one great house⁠‍ with dark blue‍⁠‍ hair—and it just‌ so happened their‍⁠‍ symbol was an⁠ eagle.

‘The‍‌⁠ House of Marquis‍‌ Roglan.’

With‍‍​ that, the man’s​‍⁠ identity was obvious.‌

Bernhardt‍ Roglan, current head⁠⁠ of House Roglan.‍‌‍

Direct‍‍⁠ rival of Duke‍‍ Sigmund and leader‌ of the noble‌‌ faction.

“And⁠‍‌ who might this‍‍ young man be?”‍​‍

One​‌‌ of the heavyweights⁠​​ who moved the‍‌‍ Empire looked at‌‌‌ Lucian while stroking​ his chin.

***⁠​

Under‌⁠‍ the marquis’s loaded‍⁠‍ gaze, Lucian gave‍‍‌ a faint smile.‌⁠

Who‍​‍ was this young‍ man, he asked?‍​⁠

‘This‌ might be our​‍ first meeting, but‍‍‌ there’s no way‍⁠⁠ you don’t know⁠⁠ who I am.’​‌‌

Even‌ if Lucian didn’t⁠ know the marquis​ personally, the marquis‌‌ undoubtedly knew Lucian.⁠

As​​‌ head of House⁠‌ Roglan, he would‌‍‌ have access to⁠ top-tier intelligence.

And⁠ even more so,‌⁠​ considering Lucian was‍​⁠ the one who‍ had completely destroyed‍ his intrigues.

Even⁠​ without any formal‌‍ intelligence, it was⁠​‍ obvious he would’ve​⁠​ thoroughly investigated him​ out of pure‍​‍ rage.

‘So,​‌ he’s pretending not⁠⁠‌ to know me‌⁠‍ just to see‍ if I’ll lower​​‍ my head first?’‌​

Dark⁠‍ blue hair, beard,⁠‌ and even an‌‌ eagle-shaped ornament out‍ in the open.⁠⁠

He⁠​⁠ had no intention‍​ of hiding who‍‍ he was.

He⁠​ wanted to see‌​‌ Lucian recognize him⁠ and act subservient.​

Even​‌​ if their houses​⁠‌ were of similar‍‌ rank, a third‍​⁠ young master and‍ a family head‍⁠⁠ were not equals.​‌

But‍‌ Lucian had no​‌‌ intention of letting‌ himself be dragged‍ into the marquis’s​‍ game.

“How​ rude. And who‍‍ are you to⁠‌‌ barge in and⁠​​ insult other heads​⁠ of families so⁠ freely? Judging by‌ your age, you‌⁠ should’ve learned proper⁠ manners by now.”‌

“!?”​‌‌

At⁠ Lucian’s words, which‌​‍ were essentially a direct insult, the​​​ marquis was left‌‌ speechless.

Nigel’s​​ face turned pale‌‌‌ as a sheet.​​⁠

In​​⁠ the frozen atmosphere,‍‍‌ Nigel reacted as‍‌⁠ best he could⁠​​ and grabbed Lucian’s‍‌ shoulder, shaking him.‌​

“Y-young⁠ lord! This man​⁠ is…!”

“Eh!⁠‌⁠ Have you forgotten​‍ that the First‍‍⁠ Imperial Prince ordered‌​‍ everyone to hide​ their identities? I may have made​ a mistake, but⁠ revealing his on​⁠‌ purpose would be​ outright defiance of​‍‌ the imperial family.‌⁠ Under no circumstances⁠‍⁠ should you say​ anything.”

The‍⁠ marquis’s face twisted​‌ like a demon’s.‍‌

‘This⁠​⁠ damned brat intends‍‌ to keep pretending‍ not to recognize‍​ me to the⁠‌​ very end!’

The⁠​ marquis had just‍ insulted all the‌‌ heads of families⁠⁠ who had sent⁠‌ representatives, accusing them⁠⁠‌ of trying to⁠‌ weasel out of⁠ their duties even​‍⁠ after receiving an‌⁠⁠ imperial edict.

But​⁠‌ if he now⁠ broke the First‍​‌ Prince’s order and​ revealed his identity,‌⁠‍ it would be‌⁠⁠ no different from​⁠ slapping himself in​ the face.

No⁠⁠‍ matter how many‍⁠‍ hints he dropped,‌​‌ if the other​​ side insisted on‍‍‌ playing dumb, there⁠ was nothing he‌‌⁠ could do.

“What’s‍ wrong? Suddenly gone​ silent? If you‍ have something to⁠ say, speak up.”‌⁠

‘Damn‍⁠ it.’

Seeing‌‍ Lucian standing his‍‌​ ground so brazenly,‍ Marquis Bernhardt Roglan‌ ground his teeth.​‌​

He‍ had wanted the⁠ boy to bow​⁠ his head on⁠ his own, but‍ at this rate,⁠ he would only​​‌ end up being‌ treated as an‍⁠ equal by a greenhorn brat.

If‌ Lucian were at​⁠ least a head​⁠ of a family,⁠ their ranks would⁠‌​ be comparable—but he‍ wasn’t even that.⁠ Just a third‌ young master, not​ even the heir.‍

If,‍⁠​ even with the​​​ masks on, they​ continued speaking on‌ equal footing, it‌‌​ would certainly become⁠⁠ a humiliation that​ would follow him​ for years.

“…Forgive​ me. That was‍‌‌ my mistake. But⁠ I do seem​ quite a bit‍‌​ older than you—couldn’t‌‍⁠ you at least​​​ show a little‌‌​ respect?”

The⁠ marquis’s tone changed.‌‌⁠ It was a clear hint I’ll‍‌‌ respect you, so⁠⁠ at least mind⁠‍ your manners.

Lucian⁠‌ nodded immediately and‍​ adjusted his tone​‌ as well.

“You’re​ right. I was‌​ in a foul‍‍⁠ mood and acted‌‌⁠ rudely. I offer⁠ my apologies.”

“No,​‍ I understand. I interrupted suddenly—it’s only‌ natural you were‍ annoyed.”

Damn‍⁠​ brat.

The⁠⁠ marquis wore a wide smile while‍⁠ cursing inwardly.

He​ had wanted the⁠ other to bow⁠ first, but in‌⁠ the end, he‍ had been the‌⁠​ one to lower‌ his head and‍‍⁠ receive polite treatment​ in return.

“Ahem.‌⁠​ Actually, I came‌⁠ over because I also wanted to‍​ speak with you.‍‍⁠ A small problem​​⁠ has come up‌⁠⁠ lately, and I thought it might⁠ be helpful to‌‍‌ hear someone else’s​‌ opinion.”

“Would​ you mind telling‍‌ me what the​​‌ problem is?”

“It’s‍​ nothing serious. A lion took a sword that originally​‍ belonged to an⁠‍ eagle and decorated‍‍ it flamboyantly with​ jewels. Then he‌⁠​ claims that, since‌ its value has‍ changed, it now‍‍⁠ belongs to him.​‍ Tell me, whose​⁠​ sword is it?”​‍

It‌ was a strange‍​ metaphor, but Lucian‌ understood immediately what‌​⁠ he meant.

The⁠⁠ eagle and the‍‍ lion were the‌‍‌ symbols of House‍​‌ Roglan and the⁠ ducal House Valdeck,⁠ respectively.

The⁠ sword was Felicia,‌ and the jewels‍⁠ symbolized her status‌​ as the Swordmaster’s⁠‍ disciple.

‘So‌ Felicia was originally‌‌ from House Roglan,⁠⁠​ and now that⁠‌⁠ I’ve taken her‌ into Valdeck, they​‌‌ want her back.​‍​ What nerve.’

Most‍ people would probably‍ say that no⁠⁠​ matter how many⁠ jewels were added,​‌ the sword still‍⁠ belonged to its‍​‍ original owner.

In‌​ other words, the⁠ marquis was demanding,‍⁠ “Hand over Felicia,‌⁠‍ now that she’s⁠⁠ the Swordmaster’s disciple.”‌​

Considering‍ the mistreatment Felicia⁠‍‍ had suffered until‍​​ now, it was‌⁠​ ridiculous.

“Well,​‍ if the eagle⁠​‌ had taken care‌ of the sword,‌‍ then yes, the​ lion would be​​ a thief. But⁠​​ if the eagle⁠⁠‍ had tossed it​‌ aside like trash⁠‍‍ and the lion⁠ picked it up‍ and polished it,‍​ then asking for‍ it back is⁠‍ a different story,​‍‌ wouldn’t you say?”⁠

“No.​‌⁠ I don’t see⁠​ it that way.​‌‍ Whether cared for⁠ or not, the‌ sword originally belonged​​‍ to the eagle.‍ From the moment‌⁠ the lion took‍‍ it without the​⁠ owner’s permission, he​‌‍ can’t claim any‌‍ right to it.”‌‌

“I‌ wonder if the‌​ sword would truly‍ appreciate its former⁠ owner. If it’s⁠ a famous sword,‌​‌ shouldn’t it choose‌ its master itself?”‍‌‍

“For‍ a mere tool‌‌‌ to choose its⁠ owner is an‌‍ insolence. No matter⁠‌⁠ what the sword⁠​ thinks, it only‌ matters that the⁠⁠‌ owner uses it​‍​ well.”

“Oh,‍ is that so?‌‍ Hahaha!”

“Indeed.​ Hahaha!”

Invisible‍ sparks flew between‌ Bernhardt Roglan and​‍‌ Lucian.

Nigel,‍ caught in the⁠‍‍ middle of this⁠‍ heavy exchange, was‌‌⁠ drenched in cold​ sweat.

As‍‌⁠ the dry laughter​ dragged on, Lucian‍⁠⁠ spoke in a half-joking, half-serious tone.‍

“Actually,‍ there’s a very‍‍ simple solution.”

“A​ solution? And what‌⁠‍ would that be?”‌‍

“The​ eagle didn’t even​ know whether the⁠‌ sword existed or​ not. Just pick⁠​ up any stick,​ wrap it in‌ cloth, and say,⁠ ‘this is the​⁠ sword.’ It was‌‌ a sword he​​‍ never used anyway,‍‌ so it doesn’t‌ matter.”

“…!”‌​⁠

“The‍ famous sword will⁠ be well used‍‌​ by the lion,⁠ who recognized its⁠‌ worth from the​⁠‌ beginning. So there’s‌​‌ no need to​‌‍ worry. Isn’t that‌ the perfect solution—for​‌​ both the eagle‌ and the lion?”‌

The‌​ smile vanished from‌​⁠ the marquis’s face.‌‌

To​‍ him, it was​ nothing more than⁠⁠​ mockery from someone‍⁠​ who had never​ even recognized the⁠ value of the‍‌ treasure until now.‍⁠

After​⁠​ a brief silence,​​​ the marquis fixed​ a sharp gaze‌ on Lucian and‌⁠ spoke.

“And‌‌ what if the‍‍‍ eagle doesn’t accept‌ that? What if​‍⁠ he insists on​​‌ taking back the​‍ sword? What if⁠ he chooses to‍ fight the lion,⁠⁠‍ even if both⁠⁠ end up bloodied?”‌‌​

Lucian‌‍ responded with a cold smile.

“Then​ the eagle will​‌‍ have to come‌ to the lion’s‌⁠ den. If he‍​​ had cared for⁠ the sword that‍​⁠ much, the lion⁠ would’ve gone to​‍​ the eagle’s nest.‌‍​ But things are⁠‍⁠ different now. I wonder how much‍⁠ strength the eagle⁠​‍ can show in⁠⁠⁠ the lion’s front​ yard.”

As⁠ soon as he‍ finished speaking, the​‌ marquis and Lucian​ stood still, facing‌ off.

The‌⁠‌ marquis’s eyes no‌‌ longer even tried‌ to hide their⁠⁠ hostility.

After‌‌​ glaring for a long moment, Bernhardt‌‌ Roglan turned around‍‍ and muttered,

“We’ll​⁠ see soon enough.”‍‌

It‌⁠ was unclear whether‍ it was a monologue or a warning.

After‍‌ the marquis walked⁠‍​ off, Lucian let⁠ out a mocking​ laugh and murmured,‍​

“See‌‌ the eagle bathed​ in blood? What⁠⁠​ greed from someone​‌ who couldn’t even​​‍ recognize a treasure.”‍

“Y-young​‌ master…”

Nigel,​ soaked in cold​‌ sweat, called out⁠ to Lucian in⁠ a faint voice.‌​​

After‌ hearing the entire‍‍‌ conversation, there was​⁠‌ no way he⁠‌‌ hadn’t figured out⁠ Lucian’s identity.

Lucian​ waved both hands‌⁠‍ with a wry‍‍​ smile, as if‌‍⁠ to say it‍⁠⁠ wasn’t a big⁠​‌ deal.

“Relax.‍ I’m not angry.”‍

“I…⁠ I mean… I was discourteous to‌‍⁠ you…”

“I​ said I’m not‍‌ angry. This kind​ of fun is‌⁠ always like this.​‌ Everyone will have⁠​ forgotten it by​​ tomorrow.”

“Th-thank‍‍ you. Truly, thank⁠‌ you.”

“What​‌⁠ for? I actually​‍⁠ had quite a bit of fun.”‍⁠​

After⁠ patting Nigel on‍‍ the shoulder, who‌‌ kept bowing his‍⁠ head, Lucian headed‍‌⁠ for his tent.⁠​

Now‍ that his identity‍ had been revealed,​ he could no‌ longer converse as‍ casually as before.‍‌

When‌⁠‍ Lucian arrived at⁠ his tent and‍ removed the mask—‍‍‍

“Young‌‍ master, are you‍​ really okay provoking‍‍⁠ the marquis like​​‍ that? With his‌​ personality, he won’t‍‍‍ sit still.”

Raymond,​⁠ who had been‌ silently observing from‌ behind, approached and​​ whispered.

Lucian⁠ removed his hood‍ and shrugged.

“Let​⁠ me ask you‍⁠ something. Between someone​‍​ who lets himself​​​ be pushed around⁠ by his enemy‍‍ hoping not to‌ get attacked, and‍‍‌ someone who braces​‍ for the blow‍‌ and strikes first—which⁠‍ do you think‌⁠​ is more worthy⁠⁠ of serving?”

Raymond⁠ blinked a few‍‍‌ times, stunned, then​ gave a deep⁠‍ smile.

He⁠ then gave an‌‌‌ exaggerated bow and‍​⁠ said with a joking tone,

“It’s⁠‍ an honor to‍‌⁠ serve someone so⁠‌ worthy.”

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