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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 43

Chapter 43

After⁠‍⁠ the verbal tussle⁠‌ with the marquis,⁠ the next day​ Lucian went out‌​ again with his⁠‍ mask on and⁠⁠ clicked his tongue.⁠‌‍

Even​​⁠ the few nobles​‍⁠ who remained had‍ almost disappeared, and​‍ those who were​ still there ran​‌ off as soon‍​ as they saw‌ Lucian.

“Tsk,‌ looks like the​ rumors spread completely​​‌ in just one​ day.”

“Could⁠​ it have been​ that Nigel guy⁠ who was with‌‍‍ us yesterday who‌​​ spread them?”

“Who‌​​ knows.”

It⁠ wasn’t impossible, but‍ Lucian didn’t think‍‌​ it was likely.​

In⁠⁠ his past life,‌‌​ Nigel was famous​​⁠ as a master‍ of political balance.‌‌

Would⁠‍ he really do​ something that would‌‍ deliberately provoke Lucian’s​ displeasure?

During‍​‌ all the time‍ they spent together,⁠⁠⁠ Lucian had seen⁠ with his own‌‌​ eyes how Nigel‍ tried not to⁠⁠‍ reveal his identity.‌

“It’s‌​⁠ more likely the​‌‌ marquis’s fault. He​​⁠ kept hinting at⁠‍ his identity to​⁠‌ get special treatment.‍‍ If someone saw⁠ from a distance​​ how he argued⁠​‌ with me, it‍⁠ wouldn’t be strange⁠⁠‌ for them to⁠ more or less‌‌⁠ guess who I am.”

“That⁠​​ also makes sense.​​ But as things‍​ are now, we​‍⁠ won’t be able⁠‌‌ to hear the‍⁠​ true intentions of​⁠ the other lords⁠ anymore.”

“There’s​​ no helping it.​‍‌ In exchange, we⁠‍‌ gained something else,‍​‌ so we’ll have​⁠ to settle for​ that.”

“What​ do you mean‌‌⁠ by ‘something else’?”‌‌

“There’s‍⁠ no one left​ enjoying the fun.⁠⁠‌ Do you really⁠ think the imperial‌ crown prince will‌‌ want to continue⁠​​ this party when⁠‍⁠ no one’s around?”‍⁠

“Ah.”‍‌⁠

Raymond‍‌ nodded, understanding immediately.​​⁠

This⁠‍‌ masquerade farce was​​‌ entertainment prepared by‍‍‌ the imperial crown​​ prince to watch‍ the nobles clash‍​ with each other.​

But⁠⁠‍ no matter how​⁠ beautiful the stage,​​​ if there were‍‍ no nobles to​ face off, there‌ was no fun‍ to be had.​⁠

As‍​‍ the host, he​ would lose interest—and⁠⁠ also the reason⁠‌ to continue the⁠ show.

“Now‌ that there’s nothing‍‌‌ left to enjoy,‌​ soon the imperial‍‍‍ crown prince, who‌‍ was hiding, will‌‍ show his face.​ At least it’s‍‍‍ a relief not⁠​‌ to have to​ play along with​‌ these pranks anymore.”‌‌​

If​‍​ this absurd entertainment‌‌ had dragged on,‌ the other heads‌ of houses’ discontent⁠ would have continued‍ to build up.‍

Putting​‍‍ aside Lucian’s goals,⁠‍‌ from the standpoint⁠ of the allied‌ army’s morale, this​​ was actually for‌⁠‌ the best.

And,‌⁠ just as expected,​‍​ the next day‍ a messenger from‌ the imperial crown⁠ prince visited Lucian’s‍‌ tent.

“The‌ imperial crown prince,‍ commander-in-chief, has issued​ a summons.”

“I’ll⁠​⁠ go immediately.”

Couldn’t⁠ even last two⁠⁠ days?

Lucian⁠ let out a bitter smile, but⁠ promptly prepared himself‍​ and headed to⁠​‌ the imperial crown​ prince’s tent.

The‌ tent, several times⁠‌‌ larger than the​​ others, was already⁠ filled with lords⁠⁠ and their representatives.⁠‍‌

While‌⁠ observing the interior,⁠​​ Lucian suddenly locked⁠ eyes with the​‌‌ marquis sitting in​‌‍ the seat of⁠‌ highest honor.

“…”​⁠

“…”‌⁠‌

For​‍ a moment, sharp‍ gazes clashed between‌⁠‌ them.

At‍ the same time,⁠‍⁠ the surrounding lords⁠⁠‌ swallowed dryly.

But⁠‌‌ it lasted only‌​⁠ a moment. The‌​ marquis looked away​‌‌ first, and Lucian‍ also diverted his‍⁠‌ gaze.

Soon⁠‍ after, when Lucian⁠⁠‌ sat to the‌ right of the​⁠ commander-in-chief’s seat, the‍⁠​ room stirred.

“Is‌‍‌ that boy really​⁠​ the grand duke’s‌‌​ representative?”

“No‍ way, at such‍ a young age…?”​‍

“Shh.​⁠​ Quiet. He might⁠​ hear.”

The‍ murmuring quickly quieted​⁠ down, but the​​‍ stares from all​‌ directions continued.

Especially‍ Marquis Bernhardt Roglan,‌ who frowned, clearly‌‌ displeased.

Even‌​ if he was⁠ a representative, the⁠ fact that he​​‍ was seated on⁠​​ equal footing with‌⁠‌ a third young‌‌‌ master barely sixteen‍‌⁠ years old didn’t⁠‌ sit well with⁠ him.

Luckily,‍⁠⁠ the uncomfortable silence⁠‍ didn’t last long.‌​⁠

“The‍ imperial crown prince,​ commander-in-chief, enters the​‌⁠ room!”

With‍ the servant’s shout,‍‌⁠ the tent’s entrance‌ opened and a young noble with​​⁠ platinum hair and‌‍⁠ green eyes appeared.‍‌‌

From⁠ his appearance alone,​‌ one might believe‍ he was a hero from legend.​‍​

However,​ his sullen expression‍⁠‍ and irritated gaze​‍ dulled half that⁠ brilliance.

‘The​⁠ imperial crown prince,⁠⁠ Claude fin Bey‌​ Astria.’

The‍ emperor’s favored eldest​‌ son and commander-in-chief​⁠ of this allied‌‍⁠ army.

But⁠ Lucian’s gaze didn’t‍‍⁠ linger on Claude—it⁠​⁠ was on the‍ person walking behind​‌ him.

A man taller than⁠​​ the imperial crown‍ prince, slightly hunched​ as if trying‍ to hide.

He‌ had the same⁠‍ platinum hair, but⁠‌ his cold aura‌‍ and grayish-blue eyes⁠ gave him an‍ even more regal‌ presence.

‘Cedric​ fin Bey Astria.’‍‌

The‍ imperial family’s last‌​ hope, known as‌ the second imperial​​ prince.

***‍‌‌

“We⁠ salute the imperial⁠ crown prince, commander-in-chief​⁠ of the allied​⁠ army!”

“Mm.”‌⁠

At​‍‍ the appearance of‍‌ the imperial crown​ prince, the lords⁠⁠ bowed their heads​⁠ and raised their‍‌ voices in unison.‌​⁠

However,‌‍‍ he responded with⁠​‍ just a slight‍ nod, wearing an​​ indifferent expression.

“Be‌⁠‍ seated.”

“Yes!”⁠​‍

When‌ the imperial crown⁠⁠ prince sat in‌ the main seat,​ the lords also‌⁠ sat again.

Now‌ calmly settled into‍ the commander-in-chief’s seat,‍‌​ he scanned the​ room and spoke.⁠

“First⁠⁠​ of all, I thank you for⁠ gathering here. The⁠ empire will not​‌‌ forget your loyalty.”​‌

“As​‍‌ those who have‌​‍ sworn loyalty to⁠​ the empire, it‍ is only natural.”‍

“By​⁠ the way, I prepared a little‌⁠⁠ entertainment, but it‌ seems it didn’t‌​ go as I expected. Who would’ve‌⁠⁠ thought that in​‍‍ less than two‌‌‍ days, no one​⁠ would be left.​ I regret that‍‌⁠ my good intentions‌‍​ caused discomfort.”

As‍‍ he spoke, the‍‍⁠ imperial crown prince’s​ furrowed gaze passed‍‍‌ over both Marquis⁠‌​ Bernhardt Roglan and​​ Lucian.

Though​⁠ he pretended to​ apologize, he was​‍​ clearly expressing his‍⁠‍ resentment toward the‍‌‍ two who had‌​‍ ruined his show.​​‌

Marquis‌‍ Bernhardt Roglan quickly‌‌​ bowed his head.⁠

“My‌‌​ apologies. It was​​⁠ due to my‍⁠​ carelessness that I revealed my identity,‌ so all of​⁠⁠ this is my‍ fault.”

Carelessness,‌‍ my ass. He​‌⁠ never intended to⁠‍⁠ hide it in⁠‌ the first place.⁠‍‌

Lucian​ almost let out‌‌​ a dry laugh​ at the marquis’s​ maneuver, but it‌⁠‍ wouldn’t look good‌ for him to‍⁠ completely wash his⁠‍ hands of it‍​‍ either.

“How​‍​ could it be⁠​‍ solely the marquis’s⁠‌ fault? I, too,⁠​ can’t avoid responsibility,​‌ so I can‍​ only offer my‌ apologies to His‍‌ Highness the Crown⁠ Prince.”

“Hmm,​‍‍ is that so?”​‍​

The‌​⁠ imperial crown prince‌‌ looked back and​‍ forth between the⁠ bowing marquis and‍ Lucian, then waved‍​​ his hand dismissively.​‍⁠

Though⁠ not completely satisfied,‌ he was signaling‍ that he would⁠‍ let it go‍‍ this time as​⁠‌ a special favor.⁠​

“Well,‌​ we’re all human—mistakes​⁠ happen. It was‍ just a bit⁠​ of light entertainment⁠ anyway, so let’s​ put it behind‌‌ us.”

“Thank⁠ you for Your‍ Highness’s mercy.”

“That⁠ said, I’d like⁠‍⁠ to hear your⁠​​ opinions on this‌ rebellion. What should⁠ we do with‌‌‍ Kreppelt?”

Satisfied​‍ after receiving their​ apologies, the crown‍​​ prince moved directly‍‍⁠ to the main‍​ topic.

It‍ was a broad​ question, encompassing everything​ from how to⁠⁠ suppress the rebellion​​ to how to‍‍ treat Kreppelt afterward.‍

The‌ first to step‌​ forward was Marquis‌​​ Bernhardt Roglan.

“We⁠‍ should end this‌ as quickly as​‌‌ possible with a blitz campaign, and‍​‍ then show mercy.”‌​‍

“Mercy?‍​‌ Are you saying‍​‌ we should forgive​‌ those who dared‍‌ to rise against‍ the Empire?”

The​⁠‌ crown prince didn’t‍⁠ seem to like​‍‍ the response and​‌ frowned.

However,‍​‌ the marquis nodded‍‌ calmly, unflinching.

“That’s‍⁠‍ right. Once the⁠ rebellion is crushed,‍‌⁠ Kreppelt will claim​‌ it wasn’t their⁠‌ intention and offer‌‍ up scapegoats as‍‍‍ the culprits. We‌ should execute those‍⁠⁠ sacrifices and then‌ withdraw.”

“And⁠‌‌ what’s the reasoning⁠ behind that? Why‍‌ should we forgive​‍‍ these rebels?”

“Because‍ the Empire’s very​‍‌ magnanimity demonstrates its‌⁠‌ power.”

At​​ that seemingly out-of-place⁠‍ answer, the crown‌ prince tapped the‌​‌ table with his‍‌ fingers, urging an‍ explanation.

The‍ marquis laid out⁠‍ his arguments smoothly,‍ as though he‌‌ had prepared them‍ in advance.

“Right⁠ now, the Empire‍ faces both external⁠‍ threats and internal‍‍ strife. And yet,‌ it hasn’t weakened‍ to the point‍‌‍ of letting a place like Kreppelt‍‍⁠ succeed in rebellion.‍ They know this‍ themselves.”

“Then⁠ why did the​ rebellion occur? Are⁠‌‌ you saying they⁠‍⁠ rose up knowing‌⁠‌ they would fail?”‍​‍

“They‍ likely used this⁠‍ as a test.‌‍​ A rehearsal for​ a real rebellion‌ they plan for‍‍‌ the future.”

To‍⁠​ assess whether the⁠‍ Empire still had​ the strength to‌ suppress an uprising,‌​​ how long it‍​‌ would take, and​ how much it‍‌​ had declined from⁠⁠ its peak.

By‌‌‍ measuring their opponent,‍‌ they naturally defined⁠‌ their objective. That​‌ was, without a doubt, Kreppelt’s true‍⁠⁠ aim.

“Of‍ course, since this‌‌ isn’t something that⁠‌ can be overlooked,⁠‍ their excuses will⁠ be flawless. They’ll⁠ claim the king​​‌ was confined, or​‍‍ that another royal‍ member was acting‍‍ unilaterally, or something⁠‍ of the sort.”‌‍

“And⁠⁠ we’re just supposed⁠​ to swallow such​‍ a perfect excuse?”‍‍‍

“Even‌ if the excuse‍​ is clearly false,​ we must accept‍ it. That in‌‍⁠ itself displays the‍‌ Empire’s ease of​‍ power—the confidence that‌ it can crush‍⁠ another rebellion whenever⁠ it wants.”

The‍ marquis explained again,‌⁠‍ patiently, to the‌​ crown prince, who⁠‍​ still seemed to‌ be struggling to‍ understand.

If​⁠‌ the rebellion was‌ quickly suppressed, it‌‌ would demonstrate the⁠ Empire’s might.

But‍ if that was⁠ followed by excessive‍‍ punishment, it could⁠​ be interpreted as‌ the Empire fearing⁠‌ it couldn’t withstand​‌ a second rebellion—hence‌ trying to root‌ out the problem‍‌‍ entirely.

A measure intended to‌‌ prevent rebellion could,⁠⁠​ paradoxically, become a threat to the​​​ Empire itself.

“On⁠ the other hand,⁠ if we accept‍​​ an obviously false​⁠‌ excuse, it makes​ Kreppelt appear as‌​‌ something we can‍​ crush anytime. Would‍‍ rebels really dare‍‌‍ rise again after‌⁠‌ witnessing the Empire’s​ mercy?”

“Hmm,⁠‌ that makes sense.”​

At​‌ some point, the​‍ crown prince’s eyes​⁠ began to gleam‌‌ as he listened​⁠ intently.

To⁠ show both the⁠​ power and benevolence​⁠ of the Empire‍‍⁠ while flaunting that​⁠‍ the rebels were‍ no big deal—⁠⁠‍

Wasn’t‌​ that a perfect‌‍⁠ plan tailored for‍⁠ him?

Just​ as the crown‍‍‌ prince, seduced by​ the marquis’s eloquence,‌⁠‌ was about to​⁠ adopt that policy—‌‌

“That​ is an excessively⁠​ optimistic forecast. I’m⁠ afraid the marquis‍​⁠ is viewing the⁠⁠‌ situation too lightly.”‌‌‍

Lucian’s‍ cold voice abruptly​‍​ extinguished the heat​‍⁠ that had been‍​‍ building in the​​ tent.

The⁠⁠‌ air inside froze.‌‍

No‌ matter that Lucian⁠‍⁠ was the representative‍⁠⁠ of Duke Sigmund—he​‍‌ was still just‍​⁠ one of his‌‌ sons, not even‍ the heir.

Neither‌ in status nor​⁠​ in experience could‍ he compare to​​ Marquis Roglan.

And⁠‍ yet he dared‍ to openly oppose‌​ him?

It​ was practically a humiliation—like saying the​‌‍ marquis had less‌ foresight than a green youth.

“Too⁠ optimistic? Sounds like​‍ you’re saying I can’t see reality‌‍ and just spout‌‌⁠ pleasing words.”

The⁠​ marquis glared at⁠‍​ Lucian with eyes‌ as cold as​‍ ice.

Unlike⁠​‍ yesterday, there were​ no masks now,⁠⁠​ and their identities⁠‍‍ were clear.

There‍⁠‍ was no need​⁠ for excessive honorifics.‍‍

“If‌‍‍ that’s how you​‍‌ took it, I apologize. But I can’t help but‍⁠‌ be concerned about‌‌ possible contingencies.”

“Contingencies?”⁠

“Suppressing​‌‍ the enemy quickly‌‍ and then showing​ mercy to display​​ greatness and composure—if​ everything goes according‌‌ to plan, it’s⁠​ perfect. But where’s‍ the guarantee that​​‌ it will?”

“Are⁠⁠ you insulting everyone​⁠‌ present? Are you⁠ implying that His⁠⁠​ Majesty’s loyal subjects‌ could be defeated⁠ by the army⁠⁠‍ of a mere​​​ vassal state?”

“I’m‍‌ not speaking of⁠‍​ spirit or morale.‍‍ I’m asking for‍‍ realistic grounds.”

At​⁠​ Lucian’s words, the‍⁠‌ marquis’s face twisted.⁠​

A boy with nearly⁠ no real experience‍ dared treat him‍⁠ as a dreamer⁠ blind to reality.⁠⁠‍

“Fine!‍​ You want realistic‌​‌ grounds? I’ll give​​‍ you as many​​​ as you like!”‌‌

The‌‌⁠ marquis raised three‌‍ fingers and bent⁠⁠ them one by⁠ one.

“First,​⁠ we have a clear numerical advantage.⁠ No matter how​ big Kreppelt is‌​ among the eastern⁠⁠ vassals, it can’t‌​ compare to our‌ forces gathered from⁠ across the Empire.‌‍⁠ Second, the quality​ of our troops‌⁠ is superior. These‌ are all professional‌⁠ soldiers, and we​⁠​ have numerous knights.‍​ Third, the enemy‌‌ has barely any​‌​ geographical advantage. The​‍‌ Empire charted all‍⁠⁠ of Kreppelt’s territory‌‌ in detail long​⁠‌ ago. Want more‌‍ reasons?”

With​‍ a condescending look,⁠ as if saying​ he could go‌‍ on if needed,‌‌‍ the marquis stared⁠​​ down at Lucian.⁠

However,​ Lucian shook his‍ head and replied​​‌ calmly.

“Everything​ you said is‍ correct. But I believe the marquis​‌⁠ is speaking of‌⁠ victory while assuming‍​ one crucial premise.”‌​

“And‍‌‌ what premise is‌ that?”

“The‌‌ Great Agreement.”

The⁠ unwritten rule of​‌‌ war, respected for​ centuries, and the‍⁠‌ final safeguard to⁠⁠ avoid the worst-case​‌​ scenario.

“What‌ will you do‌‍⁠ if the enemy​ has no intention⁠ of honoring the⁠ Great Agreement?”

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