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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Lucian‍​⁠ and the thousand‍​​ elites of House​‌ Valdeck withdrew from‍ the vanguard just​ as the First​ Prince had ordered.‌

The​ sight of a thousand elite soldiers​ preparing to fall​‍ back to the​​ rear caused the‌⁠ morale of the​‌⁠ allied army to⁠ plummet instantly.

They‌​ hadn’t even begun‍ a proper war​‍⁠ yet, and seeing‍ allies clash among​ themselves couldn’t be​‍ a good sign.​⁠‍

“And​ even more so‌‌ if, as a result, they lose​‍ such a reliable‍‍ ally.”

Sensing​ the heavy atmosphere,​​​ Lucian gave a bitter smile.

It‌ was no coincidence‍ that, on the‌​ battlefield, punishment for‍‍ a defeated or‌ incompetent general was​​⁠ postponed until later.⁠‌⁠

No‍⁠ matter how justified‍‍‌ the sanction, seeing‍ one’s own allies⁠ fall always had⁠‌⁠ a serious effect​‍ on morale.

But⁠⁠‌ this wasn’t a defeat or a mistake—they were openly‌⁠​ pulling back an​‌ ally who had⁠‍ done nothing wrong.‍⁠​

And⁠ not only that.​

“This⁠⁠⁠ is already lost.”⁠​

From⁠​⁠ the beginning, it​​ had been a difficult war to‍‌ win, but if​⁠ they pushed forward,‌⁠⁠ they could still​‍ somehow reach Bodium⁠​‌ and take the⁠‌‍ fortress.

However,⁠‍‍ seeing the current⁠ mood, even that⁠‍‌ now seemed impossible.‍‍‌

Foreseeing‍‍⁠ a potential disaster,‌⁠ Lucian went to⁠​ look for the‌⁠ leader of the‌ School of Fire,⁠‍ Blasker.

“Are​ you here, Lord⁠ Blasker?”

“Ah,‌​‍ Duke Lucian. What⁠‍ brings you here?”⁠

Blasker,‍ who had been‌ reading a thick​ book, stood up‍​ immediately upon seeing​ him enter.

Despite​ Lucian being young‌ enough to be​ his grandson, he‌ treated him with⁠⁠​ great courtesy, likely​‍ due to his⁠ position as the‌‍⁠ representative of the⁠⁠ grand duchy.

“He’s​​​ good in social​‌ matters. Not just‍ a scholar who⁠‍ can cast spells.”‍​

Lucian​ bowed his head‍ respectfully.

“The‌ truth is, I’ve​​⁠ come to ask⁠⁠ you a favor.”‍⁠

“A​ favor? I’m afraid‍ you’ve come to‍​​ the wrong person.‌ I am nothing⁠⁠ more than the​‍‌ staff of the​‌ imperial palace.”

Blasker‌‌ frowned and shook⁠‍⁠ his head.

It⁠⁠ was clear he‍ didn’t want to⁠​⁠ be involved in‍​‌ political affairs.

Afraid⁠‌ he had misunderstood,​⁠ Lucian quickly clarified.‌‌

“It’s‌ not that. There’s‍⁠ something I’d like‍‌ you to do‌ for the sake‍‍ of the commander-in-chief,​‌ the First Prince,‌ and the Empire.”​⁠‍

“What‌⁠ are you talking​​‍ about all of​ a sudden?”

“The‌⁠ thing is…”

Lucian⁠ looked around, stepped⁠ closer to Blasker,​‌ and whispered something​⁠⁠ in his ear.​

Shortly‌⁠ after, Blasker’s eyes​‍ widened.

“Duke‍‍ Lucian, that’s direct‍ disobedience!”

“Yes.⁠‌ The First Prince‌‍ will surely see‍⁠ it that way.‌‍‍ That’s precisely why⁠‍ I came to​ you.”

“No⁠‌​ matter how noble​ your intent, this‌ isn’t right. If‍ something goes wrong,‌ I’ll be held‍ accountable too.”

“But⁠‌⁠ it’s also a measure to prevent‍‌​ the worst-case scenario.⁠⁠ I’ll take full‍‌ responsibility. Please.”

“Hmm…”‌‌​

Blasker⁠⁠ groaned, thought for‍‍ a long while,‌ and finally nodded.‍ Even for him,‌⁠ having insurance before⁠ a battle wasn’t‌ a bad idea.‌‌

“There’s​ no other choice.‌ If the time‍​⁠ comes, I’ll do⁠ as you say.”​​

“Thank‍⁠​ you very much⁠ for accepting such‌ an unreasonable request.”⁠

“That‍ said, if nothing‍​ happens by the‍ time we reach⁠‍‍ Bodium Castle, we’ll​ consider this matter⁠‍ nonexistent. If we​‍‌ arrive there without⁠⁠ issue, your proposal‍​ loses all meaning.”‍‍

“Of‍ course.”

Lucian⁠ bowed deeply.

Though​‌‌ he said so,‍ he knew that‌ insurance would not‌‌ go unused.

In⁠‌ his past life,​​ the First Prince​ had faced multiple​‍​ situations where something‍⁠⁠ like this would​​⁠ have been desperately⁠​ needed.

If‌⁠ his behavior hadn’t​ changed, the result‌⁠ wouldn’t either.

“Well,‍⁠​ that’s not bad⁠⁠ news for me.”⁠​

The‌ more foolish the‍‌​ First Prince’s decisions‍‍‍ were, the more⁠⁠‌ Lucian—who had already​ taken precautions—would stand‌‍‌ out.

For‌‍​ him, as long⁠ as the First‍‌​ Prince remained alive,​​ everything else was‌ irrelevant.

***​

“Stay​ around the Horsen‌ River and prepare‌‌ for any eventuality.”‌‍⁠

With​ that brief order,⁠ the First Prince,​‍ Claude, sent Lucian​ to the rear.‍

He⁠ may have thought‌​⁠ he was giving‌​​ a valid justification,‌⁠⁠ but there wasn’t‌‍ a single soldier‍ who didn’t know‌⁠ the real reason‍ was a personal‌‌ dispute.

For‍‍⁠ the nobles who‌​​ knew the whole⁠ situation, the matter‌ was downright absurd.​

“‘Any​‌ eventuality’ my foot.⁠ What kind of‍‌ emergency could happen‌⁠⁠ at the edge‌ of the border?”⁠‌

“He‍ could’ve at least‌ had them move‍‍⁠ up a bit⁠⁠‍ and take charge​‍‌ of rear surveillance…”‌

Though‍ they burned with‍ indignation inside, none‌ dared to say‌ it out loud.‍

Claude​​​ had yet to⁠‍ suffer a single⁠​ defeat, and his​​‌ authority still stood⁠‍‍ firm.

Only‌⁠⁠ after removing Lucian‌ and Second Prince‍​ Cedric did Claude​⁠⁠ finally show a relieved smile.

“Good.​‌ Let’s move on‌​ to the next‍‍‌ village. That well​​ may be ruined​⁠ too, but they⁠​ say there’s a stream nearby, so⁠⁠‍ getting water shouldn’t‌ be hard.”

“That’s⁠​ right.”

The⁠⁠ marquis answered affirmatively​‌⁠ but clicked his‍⁠ tongue silently.

Where⁠⁠ did he get⁠ the confidence that⁠‌‌ those who had​⁠⁠ poisoned the wells‌‍⁠ would leave a stream untouched?

Even‍​ so, they had⁠ to check the‌⁠‌ water sources as‍‌‍ soon as possible,‍ so they pressed​ forward without protest.‍‍‍

It⁠‍⁠ wasn’t long before‌ the allied army​‌ reached the next‍⁠ village, but upon⁠​​ seeing its state,​‌​ everyone sighed.

“They’ve‌‌⁠ thoroughly destroyed it.‍‌‌ Even the well’s⁠⁠ been wrecked.”

“There’s‌ not even a single usable plank⁠⁠ left.”

Ever​‍ since the infiltrator‌‌ assassins had been‍‌ discovered, Krephelt had‌‍ changed tactics and​‌‌ began completely razing⁠​ the villages.

Since⁠​ deception was no​‌‍ longer an option,​⁠ they seemed to‍‍ have chosen to‍⁠ show their true‌ face and harass‍ them without hiding‍​ it.

“It’s​ not like we‌‍ didn’t expect this.​​ Let’s head to⁠‌ the stream.”

Claude‍​ scoffed as if⁠‍⁠ it were nothing‍ and gave orders​‍‌ to the nobles.⁠

His‌‌ attitude that everything⁠⁠ would be fine‌ as long as‍‌​ the stream was⁠ intact unsettled them,⁠⁠ but they still⁠‌ followed him.

‘They​‍​ definitely destroyed that‍⁠ too. It wasn’t​ even that big.’​​​

‘If‌‌‌ even the stream⁠​​ is ruined, we’re‍‌ really in trouble.’​‍‌

Everyone‌ had already abandoned‍⁠⁠ hope of finding​​ any usable water‍ source.

Now‌​‌ their only concern​‌‌ was how Claude⁠ would react if⁠‌ his expectations were‍ once again betrayed.‍

And​‌ so, after spending‍‌ another full day,​⁠⁠ the coalition finally‍‌⁠ arrived at the​​‍ stream.

“They’ve‌⁠‍ partially blocked the‌‍ flow, so the⁠⁠ current has weakened,​⁠⁠ but it’s not‌​​ contaminated. Seems safe‍‌ to drink.”

“…!?”‌‌‌

At‍⁠​ that completely unexpected​‌ news, the nobles‍​​ exchanged glances.

The‌⁠ same people who‌‌ had destroyed everything​ with such precision‍​ left the stream‍⁠ only slightly damaged?‌

Before‌‍ they could even⁠‌ ask, Claude spoke‍​‍ with a triumphant‍ look.

“They‍​‍ must’ve run out‌‌ of time because⁠ of our rapid‌ advance. Looks like‍​​ detecting and eliminating​⁠​ the infiltrators threw​‍ off their plans.”​⁠​

“Is‌ that so?”

“What​​ else could it​⁠‍ be? Go clear​ out the blocked‌⁠​ stream. We’ve been⁠ rationing water—everyone must‍⁠‍ be thirsty. Let‍​ them drink as‌⁠ much as they‍ want.”

The‍​ nobles nodded, their‌ expressions uncomfortable. Something​ didn’t sit right,⁠ but the reasoning⁠‍ wasn’t entirely wrong.‌

‘…Even‌ though the one‌‍ who discovered the⁠​​ assassins is back‍‍​ in the rear.‌‌ I don’t get‍ why he’s bragging‌​ like it was‍ his doing.’

Swallowing‌‌ their unspoken thoughts,‌ the soldiers began‌‍​ clearing the blocked‍​‌ waterway.

With​‌​ each stone and⁠ bit of debris‍⁠ removed, the weakened‍ stream gradually returned‍‌ to its original‌​ flow.

When‍‌‍ the work was‌​‍ nearly complete, Blasker‍ spoke with a deep frown.

“Your‍​​ Highness, something feels​⁠ off.”

“Off?‍ What do you​ mean?”

“This⁠ stream isn’t small⁠‍​ enough to have⁠‍ been spared due‍ to lack of‌ time. I think‌‌⁠ they intentionally damaged‌ it just enough‍ to hold the​​ coalition here.”

“Pointless‌‍​ worries. Even if​​ they hold us‌ in a place​ as open as​​ this, what could‍⁠‍ they do? An​​⁠ ambush? Set it‌ on fire?”

Claude‍‌⁠ scoffed as he‌​ gestured at the‍ surroundings.

There‌ was a small‍ forest some distance​⁠ away, but it‍‌⁠ was far enough‍​ that any ambush​​ could be detected⁠‌ early.

And⁠‌‌ even if they⁠⁠ tried to set‍‌ it ablaze, the⁠‍‌ area was too​​ open; retreating would​ be easy. Plus,​ being next to‌ a stream, the⁠⁠‍ fire wouldn’t spread‌ easily.

Blasker‌⁠‌ nodded, but he‍​⁠ couldn’t shake the​ growing sense of‌⁠​ unease.

‘This‍ terrain isn’t suited⁠‌ for military tactics…​ but if they‍​⁠ hired a dark‍‍⁠ mage, they could⁠​⁠ launch a surprise‌⁠⁠ attack from afar—wait,​​ magic? Water?’

Suddenly,⁠‌ several thoughts clicked​ into place in⁠​⁠ his mind. There‍⁠‍ was one element​​ especially effective against‌⁠ large groups when‍​ fighting near water.⁠

As⁠ he pondered, a dark shadow spread​‌ across the sky.‍​⁠

Rumble.​

“Wasn’t‌‌ it clear just⁠⁠ a moment ago?⁠‌‍ Where’d that thunder‌ come from?”

“Is‌ it going to‍ pour?”

At​‌ the murmurs of‌​‍ the soldiers and​ the sudden thunder,‌‍ Blasker paled.

Looking‌‍‌ up, he saw‍‍​ unnatural black clouds⁠⁠ gathering directly above​​‍ the coalition.

“Damn⁠ it…!”

He‌‍ instinctively began forming‌⁠⁠ hand seals.

Crack!‌​‌

A blue lightning bolt⁠⁠‌ struck with a blinding flash, hitting‍‍ the exact spot‍‌‌ where the coalition‍⁠ was gathered.

***⁠‍‌

“Fuuu…”⁠

Colin‍ exhaled wearily after​⁠​ casting a large-scale‍‍‍ spell for the​‌‌ first time in​​‍ a while.

The​​‌ sensation of draining⁠​​ all his mana​‍‍ was still unpleasant,​‍​ but the satisfaction⁠​⁠ was greater.

The⁠ idiots who used​ to look down​‌ on mages now‌ stared wide-eyed.

“I’ve⁠⁠ done my part.‍ The rest is‌⁠ up to you.”​‌

“E-er…”⁠

The⁠⁠‍ commander of Krephelt‍ nodded awkwardly.

He⁠ seemed surprised after⁠‌‍ having so thoroughly‍ underestimated Colin.

“Nice⁠​ work. With this‍​⁠ level of power,​ the position of‌​ court mage in⁠⁠ Krephelt—”

“I’ve‌ said it many‍​ times. Money is​⁠‌ enough. Cut the⁠‍‍ nonsense and go‌⁠⁠ attack.”

The​‌‍ commander frowned but​⁠ knew it wasn’t​​​ the time to‍​ argue.

“Attack!⁠​ Show those Imperial‌⁠ bastards the power‍ of Krephelt!”

“Waaah!”​⁠‍

Krephelt’s​ soldiers stormed out⁠⁠ of the forest,‌⁠⁠ morale sky-high.

Though​​ their numbers and‌ quality were inferior⁠‌ to the Imperial⁠​‌ coalition, it was​⁠‌ enough to crush⁠⁠‌ an army stunned‍ by a sudden​⁠‌ lightning strike.

“Let’s​ talk later! Wait‌ for me!”

The‍‍‍ commander shouted before⁠ charging into battle,‌ but Colin scoffed.‍‌

‘Am‍ I crazy? Work‌​ with you people‌‌⁠ who broke the‍⁠ Great Agreement?’

Even⁠‍ without the sudden​‍⁠ change in tactics,​ Krephelt had no⁠ future.

Even‌​‍ if they won‍​ independence by defeating‍ a weakened Empire,‌⁠‍ the real problem‌⁠ would come afterward.⁠⁠

‘Without‍⁠ the Great Agreement,‌ the world will⁠ fall into chaos.​‌ And all the​‍ blame will land⁠‍‍ on those who​⁠‌ started it.’

They​​ dreamed of an​‍‍ ideal future without​‌ thinking of the‌⁠ aftermath. It was‍‍ almost laughable.

‘Oh‍‌ well, not my‍ problem. I just⁠‍⁠ need to take‌​‌ my payment and​​⁠ get out of⁠⁠ here.’

Colin‍ looked at the​ stream he’d wrecked‌⁠ with his spell.⁠

The⁠‌‌ damage was severe,​ but the area‌‍ where the commanders‌‍​ stood was unharmed.‍⁠ It looked like⁠​ Blasker had managed‍‍‍ to deflect the‍ lightning with a barrier.

“The‌⁠‌ old man from‍​ the School of‍‌‌ Fire isn’t bad.‍‌ His reputation wasn’t‌ just hot air.”‍⁠​

Still,​‍‌ after taking that‌​ lightning bolt head-on,​‌ he wouldn’t be‌‌​ able to cast‌⁠ large-scale spells for​‌ a while. And‌‍ in close combat,‍⁠ fire wouldn’t be‍‍ very useful.

‘No⁠‍ matter how hard⁠‌​ he tries, this‍​ war will end⁠ with Krephelt’s victory.​ I’ll just watch⁠⁠ calmly—huh?’

Pop!‌⁠‌ Pop-bang!

Multicolored‍​ fireworks lit up‍‍ the sky. Colin⁠‍ frowned.

“Combat​ magic? No… that’s‍​​ a signal?”

“Don’t⁠‍ tell me…!”

***‌⁠

Pop-bang!‌⁠​

“Third⁠⁠⁠ young master, that’s‌​ the signal.”

“Just‌​⁠ as expected.”

Lucian‌ smiled at the​ sight of the‌‍​ fireworks. Just as‌​‍ he had predicted,​‌‍ the signal came​⁠‍ from the exact‍‍ spot.

For​ Blasker to fire⁠ that signal meant⁠​⁠ the First Prince⁠​​ was in danger.‍

And⁠⁠ it also meant‌⁠⁠ it was time​​‌ for Lucian’s name‌​ to shine.

“Duke​​ Lucian, our agreement…”‍​‌

“Of​‍ course I haven’t‍ forgotten. You’ll lead‌‍‍ the rescue of⁠‍‍ the First Prince.​⁠‍ That said, the⁠‍⁠ banner will be‌​⁠ House Valdeck’s.”

“Thank‌ you.”

Cedric‌⁠‍ gave a slight‍ nod, satisfied.

Lucian​ would lead the​ army. Cedric would‌‍ rescue the First​‌ Prince at the‍​‌ front.

That‍ was the deal:⁠ share the glory​​ on the battlefield‌​‌ and the emperor’s​‌​ trust.

“No​‌ need to thank‍‌ me. I’ll make⁠‌ sure to collect‍ the full price‍ for sharing a merit that was‍ mine alone.”

“Such‌‍ terrifying words. But⁠‍ you’re not wrong.”⁠‌

Cedric⁠​ nodded with a bitter smile.

If‍‍‌ Lucian wanted, he​⁠ could’ve taken all‌‍ the credit. Sharing‍ it simply meant‍ he was creating‍​‌ a debt.

“I’ll‍⁠‍ guarantee it with​‍ my name. I’ll​‍‌ repay the price​‍ in full. I have a feeling⁠‍ this won’t be‌ our last deal.”‍

“What‌⁠ a coincidence. I was thinking the⁠​‌ same.”

Lucian​⁠ smiled and turned‌ away.

The‍‍ thousand elites of‍‍⁠ House Valdeck stood‍‌​ waiting for his‌ command.

“March.”‍

At‍​ that single order,​⁠‍ the thousand troops‌ began to move.‌‍⁠

This⁠ was the moment‍‌ history began to​‍ diverge from his⁠‍ past life.

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