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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 46

Chapter 46

“L-lie?‍⁠ H-how would I dare lie to‌⁠ you, my lord…?!⁠⁠ P-please, forgive me!”‍⁠​

At​⁠ Lucian’s words, the‌‌ village chief turned​‌ pale and prostrated‌⁠ himself on the⁠​ ground.

At‌​⁠ first glance, he​​⁠ looked like someone‍⁠‍ terrified of being‌⁠‍ faulted.

However,‍⁠ Lucian continued speaking​‍⁠ with a calm⁠ expression.

“It’s​ not unusual to‍ evacuate only the⁠‌ children when war‌⁠ breaks out. Leaving​​‌ one’s home is⁠‍ not easy, but⁠‍ at the very⁠ least, people try‍ to save the‌⁠​ children just in‍‍ case.”

“Y-yes!‍ T-that’s exactly why‌‌ we…!”

“But‍​ that only applies‍​​ to those who‍ have some leeway⁠ or relatives in‍⁠ other villages. Generally,⁠‍ people either abandon⁠​ the village entirely,​⁠‍ or everyone stays‌‌‍ together. Do you‍ know why?”

“Y-yes…?”​‍‍

“Because‌ evacuating one’s family‌‍ is an idea⁠ reserved for those‌​ who can afford‍ it. In a backwater village like‌ this, people are‍‍ far too busy​ surviving day to​ day to think​⁠ about evacuations.”

The⁠ village chief, who‍⁠ had been trembling,​ went completely rigid,⁠⁠​ as if he⁠​‌ had even forgotten‌‍ that he was​‌‌ supposed to keep‍‌⁠ trembling.

Lucian⁠‍ once again swept​ his gaze over‍‍ the villagers.

“Also,​‌​ distinguishing between children​ and adults is⁠⁠ a classification that‍​‌ works in cities‌‌ or wealthy towns.⁠‍​ In the countryside,‌ whether a child‍⁠ or not, you’re‌‌ put to work​‌ immediately. If you’ve​‍ stopped wetting yourself,⁠⁠‍ you’re treated as‍ an adult, and​ the age for​‌ marriage is early‍‍ as well.”

“…”‍⁠‌

“So,‌​ once you’ve passed⁠ thirteen, it’s not​​‍ an age for⁠‍ evacuation, but for‍⁠⁠ being here, among‌‍‌ the adults welcoming‌⁠‍ us. But here,‌​⁠ no matter how⁠​⁠ I look…”

Lucian​‌ paused for a moment, then spat​‌‌ out the words⁠​ with an icy‍​⁠ smile.

“Everyone​‌‌ looks to be​⁠⁠ over twenty. How‍ strange. Isn’t there‌‍ a single thirteen-year-old‌‌ groom? In a village like this,​​‍ at that age‍‍ you’re already someone​​⁠ dragged along to‍ hunt if a wild beast appears.”‌

When‌‌ Lucian finished speaking,⁠ silence spread everywhere.​‍⁠

The​‌​ lords and knights,‌⁠ unfamiliar with rural⁠‍‍ life, had nothing​‌ to say and‍​ merely exchanged glances.​⁠

Meanwhile,⁠​⁠ some soldiers who‌ came from remote‌‌​ villages nodded, thinking⁠⁠​ it made sense.​‍

Everyone⁠ fell silent, waiting‌‍‌ for the village​‌ chief’s response.

“Hehe.”‌

Instead⁠ of an answer,⁠ an empty laugh‌‌⁠ escaped from the‍‌‍ chief’s lips.

At‌⁠ the same time,‌⁠‍ his eyes, which⁠​ until then had⁠ looked naive, sharpened‍ and filled with⁠‌ murderous intent.

Fshhk!‍‍

“Gugh!”⁠​​

In‌‍⁠ an instant, a flash shone and⁠ the chief was​‍‍ flung backward.

Blood​ gushed violently from‍‍ his severed arm.​​

He‌ had charged at‍⁠ Lucian with a dagger, but Raymond​⁠ had cut him⁠‍ down.

Raymond‍⁠ shook the blood⁠ from his sword​⁠ and looked up​‌ in fury.

“You​ filthy trash, how​‍ dare you!”

“Kill​​‌ them!”

The​ chief—no, the assassin⁠ disguised as the‍⁠ chief—shouted through clenched‍‌ teeth.

The‌​ moment he gave⁠ the order, the‌ innocent-looking villagers simultaneously​‍⁠ drew daggers and‌​ rushed to attack.‍​

Faced‌ with the sudden‌ change, the allied​​‌ army was startled,‌ but quickly reacted‍‍​ with cold precision.‌‍‍

“Enemies!⁠‌ Everyone, prepare your‌‌ spears! Attack together!”​

“Smash‍ them with the‍‌⁠ shields! Once they‍ fall, finish them!”​⁠

The‌​⁠ assassins flailed chaotically,‍‍​ but they failed⁠ to inflict any​ significant damage and‍ fell one by‍‍ one.

The‌‌‌ army had not​‌ yet rested and​‍ maintained perfect formation.‍

Moreover,​ they were all‌ elite professional soldiers;​ mere assassins stood​​ no chance.

Fshhk!‍‍

“Guh!”⁠

Five​​⁠ spears pierced the‍⁠ body of the⁠​‍ last remaining assassin,‍⁠ excluding the chief.​⁠

The‍⁠‍ body trembled for⁠‍‌ a moment before​⁠ collapsing lifelessly.

When⁠⁠⁠ all the assassins‍⁠ had been eliminated,⁠ the one-armed chief‍​‌ smiled with a demonic face.

“Puhuhuh.‌⁠⁠ I never imagined‌ that it wouldn’t‍​‍ be a battle-hardened⁠⁠ veteran, but a brat like this‌ who would see⁠ through me.”

“You’re‌‍ laughing? Do you‍​ even know what‍⁠​ you’ve just done?”‍​

“Of‌ course I do.⁠‍ The breaking of⁠‌ that old, moldy⁠‌​ Grand Accord. Isn’t‍‍ it truly a historic moment?”

“You⁠‌‍ damned lunatics!”

Jurgen⁠​ let out a curse without realizing‍‌ it.

They​‌‌ truly understood what⁠‍​ it meant to‌​ break the Grand⁠ Accord, and yet‌⁠‌ they still did​​⁠ this? It was⁠ absurd, but the‌​ chief’s face looked‍ strangely relieved.

“Yes,​ that glorious Grand‌⁠​ Accord. A pact⁠‍‍ to slap and​‌‍ kick instead of⁠​ cutting throats or​‍ stabbing bellies. It⁠ was disgusting, but​​​ it has finally‌ disappeared.”

“Are​ you serious? The‌‌‌ ones who benefited‍ most from the⁠ Grand Accord were⁠‍ you!”

“No!‍ It was a law made for‌​​ you!”

The‌‍⁠ chief shouted, glaring⁠‍ straight at Jurgen.​‌‌

Such‌⁠​ was his fervor‍ that even the‌‌ other lords shuddered.‌

“Because​ of the Grand⁠​ Accord, we never‍⁠‌ drew swords! We​‌ always had to‌ use our fists⁠⁠ to adapt to‍​⁠ you, and receive​‌‌ one-sided beatings from‍​ an Empire several‌⁠ times larger. Do⁠ you know what‌​ it’s like to⁠‌ live being trampled​ and kicked without⁠ dying?”

Fshhk!​‌

A jet of blood‍‍ burst from the‌ open wound of‌⁠‍ his severed arm.⁠‌

He⁠ had tightly clenched‌⁠ the hand trying​​⁠ to stop the​‌ bleeding.

Yet,⁠​ as if he‌ felt no pain,‌‌‍ the chief shouted⁠ even louder.

“Just‌‌ for being a vassal state, everything‍⁠ in Kreppelt was​⁠‌ treated as inferior‍‌⁠ to the Empire!⁠​⁠ Goods, people, even​ nobles and the⁠ king! A beggar​​ of the Empire​ looks down on​​​ a peasant of⁠⁠ Kreppelt, and a mere baron despises‍ a marquis just​​‌ for being from⁠‌‍ a subordinate state.​‌⁠ Under that oppression,‍​‍ we didn’t even‌​ dare to squirm!”‍​‍

Kreppelt,​‌ with its flat‌⁠⁠ territory and temperate‌‍​ climate, almost completely‍‌ lacked geographical advantages‍ for war.

Fighting‌ the Empire while​ respecting the Grand​ Accord was practically‍‌‍ impossible.

But​⁠‍ they also couldn’t‌‍‍ resort to dirty‌⁠ methods just to‍‌ win once.

Even‍ if it worked‍‌ once or twice,‍​ the Empire would​⁠‌ return again and‌‌ again until Kreppelt⁠​‍ was annihilated.

“Endless​‍ years of humiliation​​ and disgrace… we​ endured and endured.‍‍ Without pulling out‌​ the dagger lodged⁠ in our chests,‌ only sharpening it​ in silence. But‍ no longer.”

With‌‌​ a laugh filled​​‌ with madness, the​​ chief fixed his‌⁠ gaze on the‍​ First Prince.

Faced‍ with those bloodthirsty​ eyes, the First⁠​⁠ Prince instinctively took‌ a step back.​‌

“One​‌ victory is enough.​​​ It’s enough to‍‌ prove that the⁠​ Empire is no⁠ longer what it‌ was. Your karma⁠‍​ has piled up​ to its limit,​‍​ and there are⁠ many who wish‌‍ for your fall.​⁠‍ If they still‌‌ restrain themselves, it’s⁠⁠‌ only because they‍‍‍ lack certainty.”

“…Is⁠ that why you⁠ broke the Grand‍‌ Accord? Are you‌​‌ going to burn‌ Kreppelt just to​‍ obtain a single​ victory?”

“Who‌​ knows. I wonder⁠‌ if, after this​‌⁠ war, you’ll still‍ have the leeway‍ for that. No⁠ matter how large‍ the hand, a human cannot cover⁠​ the sky.”

After​ speaking, the chief⁠ stopped laughing and‌ pulled another dagger‍​​ from his clothes.‌‌ Raymond immediately stepped​⁠‍ in front of‍​‍ Lucian, but the​⁠⁠ dagger went toward⁠ the chief’s own‍‌⁠ neck.

“Struggle⁠​‍ on. Your hell​⁠ begins now.”

Fshhk!‍

At‍ the same time‍ as the dagger​ slid across, blood​​‌ spurted from the​‌‍ slashed neck.

With⁠‍‍ a satisfied smile,⁠ the chief plunged‍‍ his face into‌‍​ the pool of​‍ blood he himself​​ had created.

“…”​​

“…”⁠‌‍

Even​ though everything was‍ over, no one⁠‌ could move for‌‍ a long while.​

Everyone⁠⁠​ felt that, in​ that instant, an‍ enormous invisible barrier⁠ had completely collapsed.‌

The‌​ heavy silence was​ finally broken by‍​ Lucian.

“For‍​‍ now, let’s check​ the water first.”​‌⁠

“…Let’s‌‌⁠ do that.”

Marquis​ Bernhardt nodded gravely.​

There‍ was no longer‍‌⁠ anyone who mocked⁠​ Lucian’s concerns.

***⁠

The⁠‌‍ coalition immediately called​⁠‌ for military doctors​‌⁠ to check whether​​ the well had​⁠ been contaminated.

At‌‌ first glance, it​ seemed to be‍ in good condition,‌⁠‌ but they couldn’t‌ take any risks.‌‌

And,‍⁠ as if it​‌ had been foreseen,​​‍ not long after,‍​ the doctor entered⁠‌ the tent with​‌⁠ a hardened expression‍‍ to report.

“We​​ have confirmed that‍ the well water‌ is mixed with‍‌‌ poison. It’s not​​​ a lethal toxin,‌‍ but if ingested,⁠ it causes, after‍​ two or three⁠ days, severe abdominal‌‌‍ pain and vomiting.”⁠

“So,‍‍ it doesn’t kill⁠ you if you⁠⁠​ drink it?” someone⁠‌⁠ asked.

“Not⁠ directly. However, it​ causes severe dehydration​ for about two‍ weeks, so if​‌⁠ the person doesn’t⁠⁠ receive care and⁠⁠⁠ is left unattended‍ for too long,‌‍ they could die.‌ And, more importantly…”‌

The⁠ doctor paused, hesitating.‍‌‍ He didn’t seem​‍⁠ sure whether to‍ say what came​ next. When he⁠⁠​ didn’t get a response, the first‌⁠⁠ prince burst out‍⁠⁠ with a furious‍‌ shout.

“Speak⁠​ already! Even if‌‍ it’s not lethal,‍​ what else happens?”‍

“…It’s⁠ a poison typically⁠⁠ used to incapacitate​​ people without killing⁠​‌ them—not to kill​ outright. Generally, it’s‍ not used with⁠‍ good intentions. It’s​​ employed when someone⁠⁠‍ wants to keep‌ the victim alive​‍‌ to do something‌​‌ else with them.”‌⁠

After⁠ those words, everyone‌ fell silent. The‌‍ resentful scream of‌ the assassin who​⁠ had posed as‍ the village chief​‌‌ echoed once again​‌ in their minds.​​‍

People⁠ with such deep‍ hatred for the‌‍ Empire—what would they‍⁠⁠ have done if‍⁠​ they had captured​ the nobles and‌ soldiers alive? Just​​ imagining it made​​​ the skin crawl.​⁠

“Can⁠⁠​ it be detoxified?”⁠‍⁠

“It’s​ possible, but it​​ requires several medicinal‌​ herbs.”

“In‌​ the middle of‍⁠ a war, that’s​ complicated. Understood.”

After‌⁠⁠ concluding his report,‌ the doctor bowed‌ and left the​​ tent.

The‌‍‍ first prince, pale​ as a corpse‍​‍ and far from‍⁠⁠ the confidence he​ had shown earlier,⁠‌​ looked at the⁠‌‌ feudal lords and⁠‍ spoke.

“So​​‌ what do we⁠⁠ do now?”

“…”​‍

Everyone​⁠‍ lowered their heads‍⁠ in silence.

The‌​‍ assumption that the​ enemy would respect‍ the Grand Accord​ had completely collapsed.‌

What⁠ could they do⁠ now?

It⁠⁠ was the first‍⁠‍ time in hundreds​⁠ of years something‌⁠​ like this had⁠‌‌ happened; even the‌​ most experienced knights‍ were bewildered.

‘If⁠ the enemy doesn’t⁠ respect the Grand​⁠​ Accord, their options‌ multiply. In contrast,‌ we have no‌ preparation.’

‘Just⁠‌​ as Duke Lucian​‌ said, by merely‌⁠​ poisoning the water⁠ sources, we can‍‌‌ no longer advance.‍‍​ Where are we⁠‍ going to get‌‌ water from?’

‘And​​​ even if we⁠⁠⁠ solve the water‍ problem, they’ll harass⁠​⁠ us with methods‌‌‍ unseen in centuries.‍⁠ What are we​ supposed to do?’⁠⁠

As​ the silence dragged​ on, the first‍ prince looked at‍ the marquis with‌​ eyes full of‌⁠ anxiety.

Since‌‍⁠ he had proposed‍​ the rapid advance​ strategy, the prince‍ still hoped he‍ might have some‍‍ kind of backup‌⁠⁠ plan.

“Marquis,‌‍‌ is there really‌ no other method?⁠‍⁠ You proposed the​‌ original plan, so⁠ you must’ve had⁠ a contingency in‌⁠⁠ case things went⁠ wrong.”

“I’m​‍ sorry… This is⁠ new to me⁠​⁠ as well…”

Marquis⁠‌ Bernhardt Roglan avoided‌‌​ the first prince’s⁠⁠ gaze and left‍​​ the sentence hanging.​⁠

To‌‌​ be honest, there‌‍⁠ was a method,‌ but it wasn’t‌⁠ something he could‍ say aloud.

When‍ even the marquis—his⁠​ last hope—fell silent,‌ the first prince‍‍ shut his eyes​⁠ tightly.

“…Duke⁠​⁠ Lucian, is there​⁠‌ no solution?”

Though‍⁠⁠ his tone was​⁠‌ desperate, the prince’s​​⁠ body trembled with⁠ humiliation.

He⁠⁠​ seemed unable to‌⁠ bear having to‌‌ yield to someone‌‌‌ he had just⁠ insulted.

Lucian​​ observed him for‌ a moment, then‍‌ nodded.

“There‍⁠ is one option.”‌‌‌

“There’s‍⁠​ an option!?”

The‍ first prince shouted,‍ suddenly standing up.‌​

If⁠‌‍ there really was⁠‍‍ a way to‌⁠‍ overcome this situation,​ he was willing⁠‌ to accept any​‍‍ condition.

However,‌‍‌ Lucian’s proposal shattered‍ his hopes in‍⁠⁠ an instant.

“Let’s‍ return to the‌ Empire first and​ reorganize the army.‌‌‍ Since the enemy‌‌‌ has broken the‍‌‍ Grand Accord, we⁠​‌ must prepare forces‍‌ and countermeasures accordingly,⁠⁠‍ then come back⁠⁠ to suppress the​ rebellion.”

“…Are‌​ you mocking me?​ Retreating without even‌‌⁠ fighting? My name‍ will become a joke!”

“But‍‍ it’s the option‌ with the fewest​‍ losses. It’s better⁠ to retreat on‌ our own terms‍ than fight at​‌ a disadvantage, lose,‍ and be forced‍​ to flee.”

“Don’t⁠‌‍ talk about defeat‌‌ like a coward‌‍ when we haven’t‌​ even fought yet!‌⁠‌ We haven’t lost!”​‌

“We‌‍‌ haven’t lost, but‌ we’re forced to‍⁠ fight in a disadvantageous situation. Your‍​‍ Highness, with all​‍ due respect, there⁠​ is no miracle‌​ strategy that can‌‍ suddenly reverse everything.”‌

Lucian⁠​⁠ spoke firmly, looking⁠‍ at the first⁠⁠ prince, who insisted‌​ like a spoiled‍​ child.

“If‍​ we fall into​‌‌ the enemy’s trap,‍⁠ we’ll always be‍‌ fighting at a disadvantage, and if‍⁠​ we lose the​​​ initiative, we’ll be⁠​‍ dragged along by‌‍⁠ their moves. That’s​ how it works,​‌⁠ and there’s no​⁠‌ other way. Countermeasures​‌ are prepared in‌​ advance precisely to⁠ avoid reaching this‌ point.”

“So‌​‍ you’re saying we’re‍⁠‍ in this situation⁠⁠ because I wasn’t‍ prepared? That since‌‌ the outcome is‍ the worst possible,‍ we should just​ run away?”

“Yes.⁠⁠ The coalition’s preparation​​‍ was lacking, and‍​ from now on​ the enemy will​‌ manipulate us at⁠⁠ will. The only‌‌​ way out is‌ to retreat, flip‍​​ the board, and‍​ start over. Please‍ make the decision‍ while the losses‌‌⁠ are still manageable.”​

The‍ marquis nearly nodded⁠​‌ unconsciously.

Every​ word was correct.‌‍

Retreating‌‌ now would mean​ huge losses—the cost‌ of troop mobilization,‍⁠ the Empire’s prestige,⁠⁠‍ the reputation of‌‌ the first prince,‍‌ and of the⁠⁠​ nobles gathered here.‌

‘But‍‌‌ there’s no other‍ choice. If you​​ refuse to cut‌ off a gangrenous​ finger, you’ll end⁠⁠​ up losing the‌‌ arm.’

There⁠ are moments when,‍ even if it‌⁠ feels like gouging‌ out your own​ eyes, you must‍​ make a decision.‌​​

Lucian’s​ judgment wasn’t just‍⁠‌ correct—it was practically‌​ the only way‌⁠ out.

However,​⁠​ the first prince’s⁠​‌ face twisted with​‍​ rage, and he⁠‍ shouted.

“No,⁠ I can’t do​​‍ that! Running without‌ fighting is unthinkable!‌⁠ At the very‌ least, I’ll return‍​ after achieving a victory! If the‌⁠ enemy scares you​ so much, stay​ behind and rest‌​ in the rear!”⁠

“Your​‌ Highness!”

“First‍‌‌ Prince!”

“Silence!​‌⁠ It’s already decided,⁠⁠‍ so I won’t‌​‌ hear another word!”⁠⁠‌

The‍​ first prince stormed‍​​ out of the‌ tent, slamming the‌ flap behind him,‍​ leaving the nobles​‍ behind to stare‌‌‌ at each other‌‍⁠ with pale faces.‌‌

In‍ such an uncertain‍ situation, pulling a thousand elite soldiers⁠‍ from the front—wouldn’t⁠ that mean House‍ Valdeck would preserve​ its forces while​‌‌ the others wore‍‌‍ themselves out?

Marquis‌ Bernhardt Roglan’s face‌ turned so pale​‍​ he looked ready‌‌ to faint.

‘This‍ is bad.’

The​​​ vanguard is where​ it’s easiest to‌‌‍ earn military merit,‌‌ but also where‍‌ you take the‍ first blow when‌‌ things go south.‌

And‍​ now, they were​ leaving the vanguard‍​ solely to House⁠​‌ Roglan, with House‌‍ Valdeck pulling back?‌ If anything went​⁠​ wrong, only House⁠ Roglan would be​‍​ annihilated.

“T-this…‍⁠ no, Duke Lucian.”‍

The​‍ marquis quickly changed⁠ his tone and​ addressed Lucian with​​ respect.

Pride‌​ no longer mattered—the‌‌ only thing that​ mattered was convincing​⁠​ Lucian to stay⁠ in the vanguard.‍

“I’ll‌​⁠ speak to the‌ first prince. Let’s‍‍​ go together, I’m‍⁠ sure he’ll change​ his mind. There’s‍ no need to‍‍ bear this disgrace.​ It makes no‍‌ sense for House⁠ Valdeck to retreat‌⁠⁠ from the vanguard…”⁠

“No,​‍ that won’t be​⁠ necessary. I’m fine⁠ with this.”

Lucian​ shook his head⁠‍​ before the marquis​​ could finish speaking.‌‍​

Then​ he smiled with⁠⁠ a face so⁠ calm it didn’t​ show even a trace of resentment.‍⁠​

“How​​ could I disobey​‌​ the commander-in-chief’s orders?‍⁠‍ I’ll remain in‍​ the rear and‌‍ reflect, so please‌‌‍ go forth and‌ win glory alongside​‍‌ His Highness. I’ll​‍‌ await news of​ your victory.”

“…”⁠

Seeing‍ Lucian’s smile, Marquis​​‌ Bernhardt Roglan’s mind‍ went completely blank.⁠‌

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