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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 50

Chapter 50

“C-Count‍ Dominic!”

“His‍⁠‌ Excellency was beheaded!”⁠​‌

Panic​ erupted from the​⁠⁠ reserve unit upon‌‌‍ witnessing Dominic’s decapitation.​

An‍‍ army that loses‌‌‍ its commander immediately‌‌⁠ descends into chaos.​ Dominic, now dead,⁠ ended up receiving‌​ the exact strategy‍​ he had intended⁠‌ to use.

“Wipe⁠‍ them all out!”⁠‍

“Waaah!”‌

At‌‌ Lucian’s shout, the‍ thousand elites crushed‍ the reserve forces⁠⁠ in a single‍ blow.

They‌​ were few to⁠‍‌ begin with, and‌​‌ with their morale​⁠ shattered, they were‍‌ swept away in‍​ an instant.

After​‍ eliminating the reserves,‌‍ Lucian immediately threw‍​​ the head to‍‍ his aide Gerard​‌ and ordered.

“Sir⁠ Gerard! Tie this‍​‌ head to a spear and display​​ it for all‍​ to see!”

“Yes,‌​ young master!”

Gerard​ gave the order‍‍​ instantly and mounted⁠⁠ the head high‌⁠‍ on a spear.⁠

The⁠⁠‌ Krephelt army, which‌ had been pushing​ against the allied‌⁠‍ forces, froze upon‍‍ seeing Dominic’s severed‍ head displayed.

“T-The‍​‌ Count’s head…!”

They‍ had already been​‍​ losing morale at​ the sight of​⁠⁠ enemy reinforcements.

With‌ the brutal death⁠⁠‌ of their commander⁠ added to the⁠ mix, their fighting‍‌ spirit vanished, and‌​ fear took over.‍‌

As⁠ the Krephelt troops⁠ wavered, the Valdeck⁠⁠ army charged directly‌⁠ into their flank.⁠

“Die,‌‍​ you filthy rats!”‌

“R-Run!‍‍⁠ If you want‌ to live, run!”‌⁠

“Idiots!‌ Don’t turn your‍⁠ backs!”

Lesser‍⁠‌ commanders tried to⁠⁠‌ regroup the soldiers,‍‍ but it was​​⁠ useless.

Having‍​ broken the Great⁠‍ Agreement, they knew‌‍⁠ that if they‍⁠ lost the war,​‍ they would have‍‍​ to pay the​​‍ full price.

As​​ defeat became more​‍ evident, fear of​​ future retaliation consumed‍⁠‍ the soldiers.

“Damn‌‌‍ it! Don’t break‍‍ formation! If you⁠⁠ retreat one more⁠‍ step, I’ll—!”

“Ugh!”​‌⁠

“Kugh!”‌‍

“If​‍ you don’t want‍‌​ to retreat, then​​ I’ll cut you​​⁠ down myself.”

Lucian‌‍ charged at the⁠⁠ field commanders trying​⁠​ to contain the‌‍ chaos and decapitated​‍ them one by‌⁠ one.

Every‌⁠⁠ time someone tried‌⁠​ to issue orders,‌​ Lucian would rush‍‍ to that spot,‍⁠ and little by‌ little, all commanding​‍⁠ voices disappeared.

It‌‌‍ wasn’t long before​ the Krephelt army⁠‍‍ completely collapsed, and‌⁠ the allied and‍ Valdeck forces, riding​‍ a wave of​‌⁠ high morale, pursued​​⁠ them mercilessly.

“Leave⁠‌ no one alive!‌ We don’t need​‌‌ prisoners!”

“Justice⁠‌‌ for those bastards⁠ who broke the‍‌ agreement!”

“I’m⁠‌​ Hugo! Etch it‌⁠ into your heads!”⁠

As‍ if releasing all​ their pent-up frustration,‍⁠⁠ the allied army⁠‌‌ unilaterally massacred Krephelt’s‌ troops.

Once​ victory was secured​​ and everyone began​⁠‌ to breathe easier,‍⁠ Cedric rushed to⁠ the First Prince,⁠⁠ Claude.

***‌

“Eh…⁠ Ce-Cedric? Why are‍​ you…?”

Cedric‌⁠ dismounted in front​⁠ of a still-dazed⁠⁠​ Claude, knelt down,‍‍ and shouted.

“I⁠‍ made it in​‌​ time, thank goodness!​‍ I came to‌‍​ rescue you with⁠ young master Lucian!‌‌ Forgive your younger​‌ brother for not⁠‌⁠ arriving sooner!”

“…!?”​‍

At‌‌ Cedric’s words, the‌‍ expressions of the⁠​⁠ other feudal lords‍‍‍ turned ambiguous.

If‍‌ he had truly‌ retreated all the​‌‍ way to the‌‌‍ Horsen River, it⁠⁠‌ wouldn’t have been​ possible to return⁠​⁠ so quickly.

It‍‌ was clear he‌ had followed the‌⁠ allied army from​​ a short distance.​‌​

The‍⁠ problem was that‍‍ this act, in⁠ itself, went against‌⁠​ the order of‌ the commander-in-chief, Claude.⁠

“Did⁠​ His Highness the​⁠ Second Prince ask‌ young master Lucian‍‍‍ to remain nearby?”‌

“Isn’t‌‍​ that, in practice,⁠‌ disobeying an order?”​‍​

“In​‍ any case, the⁠ result was extremely​ helpful. It should‌ be considered a wise decision.”

“That’s​​ not something that⁠⁠ can be so‍‍‍ easily overlooked. His‌ Highness the Second​​⁠ Prince…”

The​‍ murmurs of the‍ feudal lords stopped‍​ abruptly.

They‍​⁠ couldn’t dare mention‌​ the most sensitive‍‌‍ topic—succession to the⁠‌ throne.

Sensing⁠ the reactions around⁠​‌ him, Second Prince‍‍ Cedric kept his​ head lowered and‌ let a faint​‍⁠ smile cross his‍​ face.

‘Yes,‌‌‍ it was an​ inexcusable act of⁠‍ disobedience. And it‌​⁠ also damaged my​ brother’s authority. But⁠⁠​ who could blame‍ me now?’

Had​‌ Cedric obediently followed‍ the order, Claude‍ would have died‍⁠ or been captured‌‌​ right there.

He‌​ had practically prevented⁠​‍ a catastrophe, so⁠‍​ it was difficult⁠‍ to openly call​ it disobedience.

Moreover,‍‌ everyone had witnessed‌‍ with their own⁠‍⁠ eyes Cedric moving⁠‌‌ against Claude’s command.‌​

‘They​⁠‌ must’ve also realized⁠‌ that I’m not⁠⁠ entirely disinterested in‌ the throne. Now⁠⁠ they’ll be busy⁠‌ calculating which side‌⁠‌ benefits them more.’⁠​

As‍‌‌ long as Claude’s⁠‍‍ authority remained and‌ the Emperor supported​​⁠ him, showing ability​‌‍ was dangerous in​ itself.

With⁠​‍ the Emperor’s nature,‍​‍ if Cedric even⁠‍ showed the slightest⁠ ambition for the​ throne, he would’ve‍⁠⁠ been sent far‍⁠ away, to some‌‌ border region.

But‌‌ with this incident,​‌‌ Claude had blatantly‍ demonstrated his incompetence‍ before the entire‍‌⁠ Empire.

For‍ the nobles, it​​⁠ was inevitable to​⁠ begin considering Cedric‍⁠ as a possible​⁠ replacement for Claude.‍‌‍

No⁠ matter how much​‌ the Emperor tried‍‍ to push him‌​​ aside, he would‌​ undoubtedly face fierce‌ opposition.

‘In‍ reality, it wasn’t‍‌ me, but Lucian⁠‌​ who acted directly—but​ there’s no need⁠‍‍ to correct that‍ misunderstanding. Those details​‌ weren’t part of⁠ our deal.’

While​‍ Lucian was accumulating‍‌‌ martial fame, Cedric​​ was planning to⁠​​ present himself as‍‍⁠ the wise one‍ who had foreseen​ everything and prepared‌ in advance.

Without​ telling a single⁠‍ lie, simply guiding‍‌ others into a misunderstanding through the⁠ atmosphere would be⁠​ enough to prevent‍ even Lucian from​​ protesting.

Just⁠​⁠ as Cedric, having⁠‍ finished his calculations,‍‌ was about to‌​​ recreate the mood​ that would fuel​​ that misunderstanding—

“So​⁠‌ all of this‌​‌ was part of‍‍ the First Prince’s⁠⁠‌ arrangements. Truly a brilliant mind.”

The‍ marquis exclaimed admiringly,⁠​‌ loud enough for⁠ everyone to hear.⁠‍‍ At those unexpected‍⁠ words, the nobles​‍‌ blinked in confusion.‍​‌

“What’s⁠ he talking about‌⁠ all of a sudden? Isn’t the​ First Prince right‍⁠ here?”

“Think‌​ carefully. Do you⁠‍ really believe the⁠⁠ Second Prince, loyal​​ as he is,⁠‌‌ would disobey orders⁠⁠‍ on his own?‌​⁠ This was clearly​‌​ done under a secret order from​ the First Prince.”‍⁠

“…!”‌‍

“From⁠‌ the moment he‍‍‌ sent the Second‌ Prince to the‌​ rear, it must‌‌ have all been​ an act. They​​⁠ coordinated their words​‌ to avoid suspicion​ from enemy spies.‌ Isn’t that right?”‍

With‌​ blood dripping from‍​ one ear and​ red eyes, the‍ marquis smiled smugly.‌⁠

At‌ Bernhardt’s hateful smile,​ Cedric unknowingly clenched​‌​ his teeth.

‘That‍⁠ crazy old man!‍ Is he trying‌‌ to give all⁠​ the credit to‌‌‍ my brother or⁠⁠ force me to​‌ openly confess disobedience?’​⁠

It‍​ was hard for‍⁠ Claude’s faction to⁠ casually bring up‌‌⁠ disobedience, but it‍⁠‍ was also difficult‌​​ for Cedric to​‍‍ openly admit his​ own wrongdoing.

There’s⁠‌‍ a difference between‌ taking responsibility while‌​ earning merit and‌ willingly admitting fault,‌‌ giving the other‌‌​ party justification for​​‌ punishment.

Marquis‌⁠⁠ Bernhardt had cleverly⁠ exploited that point,⁠‌ shifting the focus​​ from Claude to‌⁠​ Cedric.

‘Sorry,‌ Second Prince, but‌​‌ I can’t let​ you take the​ glory. No matter‍​⁠ how foolish the⁠ First Prince is,⁠ it’s still better‌⁠‍ than letting you​‌⁠ rise to the‌​ throne.’

Their⁠ sharp gazes clashed‍‍​ in the air‌⁠​ like sparks flying.​‍

Claude,‍‌ who had barely​‌‌ regained his composure,⁠ understood the situation‍​ belatedly and began​⁠ nodding frantically.

“Y-Yes,​‌ just as the‌⁠ marquis says! Cedric,​​ you did really‍ well!”

‘Damn‍ it…!’

Cedric‍⁠ seethed inside.

Normally,​ Claude couldn’t even⁠‍ dress himself properly,​⁠ yet in moments‍‍ like these, he⁠ had an incredibly‍⁠ quick instinct.

“Even‌​‍ if it was‌​ my order, to⁠‍ act with such‍ speed! Truly timely!”​

“…It⁠⁠ was nothing.”

Cedric‌‌ replied while suppressing‍ his emotions and‍‍⁠ raised his head‌ slightly.

In‍⁠‍ Claude’s eyes, which​​‍ were still trembling,‌‍‌ there was now⁠ a clear wariness.‍​‌

Unlike‌​ before, it was​‍⁠ obvious he had​⁠ sensed Cedric’s ambition.‍‌‌

‘Damn‍‌​ it… I underestimated‍​⁠ that old vulture.’‌⁠

Just​⁠‌ as he was‍ about to sigh​ over how the‍​ marquis had flipped⁠ the situation in​ a single blow—‌‌

“It’s⁠‌⁠ our victory! Buuuuu!”‍

“Waaaaaa!”⁠

The‍ horns and cheers⁠⁠ echoed from the​ direction where the‌ Kreppelt soldiers were​‌ being chased.

***‌

Chuak.⁠

Lucian​‌ wiped the blood‍‌⁠ from his sword‌⁠ and looked at‍‌ the fleeing soldiers‍‌‍ in the distance.‍

There‍​ were fewer than‍ a hundred, but‍‍‌ having let them‍‌‌ escape, they would‌​ surely report the‍‌⁠ defeat to the‍ main army.

“What⁠⁠‌ a shame. We​ should’ve wiped them‌​ all out.”

“You’ve‍⁠⁠ earned more than‍‍‍ enough merit already,⁠ Third Young Master!”​‌‌

Aide‌‍⁠ Gerard’s eyes widened‌‌ at Lucian’s regretful​ tone.

“You⁠ beheaded the enemy⁠​‍ commander, rescued the​ First Prince, rallied‌​‍ near-defeated troops, and​‍⁠ left the enemy‌⁠‍ unable to recover.‌⁠ On top of‌‍ that, you took​‌ down over seven‌ knights. What more​‍‍ merit could you‌‌‌ possibly need?”

“The​⁠‌ problem isn’t merit—it’s​‍ those who escaped.‍ Once Kreppelt hears‍‌‌ of this, they’ll‌​‌ come after us‌ with everything before⁠ we can retreat.⁠ It would’ve been⁠‍‌ better to cut‌⁠⁠ off the information​⁠ entirely.”

“…No…”⁠​‍

Gerard‌​​ stopped short of​‍‍ asking if Lucian⁠‌⁠ wasn’t being too​‌​ much of a perfectionist.

Lucian⁠​⁠ wasn’t obsessed—he merely​‌ expressed a passing​‍ regret.

It‍ wasn’t greed, but⁠ the awareness that⁠⁠⁠ he could have‌ done more.

‘So​​‍ this is what‌‌ it feels like⁠‌⁠ to have a different standard… The⁠‌ Third Young Master⁠ sees it as‌⁠‌ natural to operate‌‌​ on a much‌​ higher level than​ I do.’

Leaving⁠‍ Gerard behind with⁠‍‌ a bitter smile,​ Lucian turned his‍ horse’s reins.

The​ battle was over,‍‍‍ and it was‌‌ time to report‍‍ to the commander-in-chief,⁠ Claude.

However,​‍⁠ before Lucian could‌⁠ dismount and kneel,‌ Claude spoke first.⁠

“Excellent‍‌ work, Lucian! Just‌ as I ordered,‍‌‍ you were watching⁠⁠ the enemy closely‍​ from the rear.”‌⁠

“…?”‍​‌

What​⁠ was he talking‌​ about? Lucian blinked‍‍ and looked around.‍

Seeing​ the marquis smiling⁠⁠ and Cedric’s twisted‍ expression, he more⁠‍ or less understood‍⁠‌ the situation.

‘Ah,‌‍​ so that’s what‍​‌ this is.’

Lucian​‌⁠ and Cedric’s actions‌‍⁠ were, without a doubt, direct disobedience.​⁠​

No‍‍ matter how much⁠​ merit they had‍‍ earned, openly saying⁠ “I disobeyed the‌‌ commander’s orders and‍ acted on my‍ own” wasn’t easy.⁠⁠

So‍‌⁠ they were trying‍ to credit everything​‍ to the First⁠‍‌ Prince. A truly‍ cunning move.

‘Sorry,‌‍‍ but I don’t⁠ intend to accept⁠ such an unfair‌ deal.’

Lucian​​ gave an ironic‍ smile, then tilted‌‌ his head with‌‍‍ a confused expression.​⁠‍

“Your⁠‌‍ Highness, what do‍‌ you mean? An‌ order?”

“Of‌⁠ course I gave‌‌‌ you an order!‌ I told you​ to pretend to‍ retreat and follow⁠​ us while watching​⁠ the enemy! That’s⁠ what I’m talking‌‌​ about!”

Claude‌​ raised his voice‌⁠ and widened his‌‌​ eyes deliberately.

It‌ was a look⁠‍ asking him to‍ play along, but‌‌​ Lucian frowned and‌‍​ looked at Blasker.‍‍⁠

“Lord⁠​ Blasker, what’s going‌ on here?”

“W-What‍ are you saying?”‌​⁠

“I’m⁠ certain I said‌ I’d take full⁠‌‌ responsibility. Why are⁠ you all trying​⁠ to cover for​‍‍ me like this?”‍‍⁠

“No,‌​ Lucian…”

“Reward‌ the merit, punish⁠ the crime! Merit​ is merit, and‌‌​ crime is crime.​ I will not⁠ avoid my responsibility!​⁠ Please don’t do‌‌ something like this⁠⁠‌ again!”

Having⁠‍‌ said that firmly,​‍ Lucian dropped to‍‍‌ both knees and⁠‌ struck the ground​⁠ with his head.​​​

Then,​⁠‍ with a voice⁠‍ full of emotion,​ he cried out​⁠ to Claude.

“Your⁠​​ Highness! I deeply⁠⁠‌ appreciate your intent‌‌‌ to protect me,‍‌‌ but this is​‍ not right! I received no order‍‍ and disobeyed by⁠ staying back! How‌⁠ could I claim⁠​ otherwise?”

“…!”‌​

“Though⁠ I was meant‍‍ to remain in‌‍ the rear, I couldn’t bear the⁠‌​ worry and followed​ you! I didn’t‍⁠ even heed the⁠ Second Prince’s warnings!‍‍ It was entirely⁠⁠‍ my own decision,​⁠‍ so I beg‍​ you to administer⁠​‌ proper punishment!”

Thunk!​

Lucian⁠ struck the ground⁠‌‍ with his head‌‌⁠ once more.

The‌ nobles fell silent​ and exchanged glances.‌‍‌

Though​ he hadn’t said‌‍ much, his words‍​ were full of‍⁠ detail that allowed⁠‍⁠ everyone to reconstruct​ the entire situation.​

‘Then…​ he didn’t follow‍​‍ the army on​​⁠ the First Prince’s​​‍ order?’

‘He⁠‌​ was supposed to​ retreat but disobeyed‍‍‍ on his own?’​‌‌

‘If⁠​⁠ that’s true, the‌⁠ Second Prince didn’t​ help at all.’​⁠‍

With‍​⁠ Lucian confessing to‌‍ disobedience, all the‌ credit was now‌​ entirely his.

In​‌ other words, both‌⁠⁠ princes had tried​ to steal his​‍ merit.

Cedric​‍ and Marquis Bernhardt,‍​‌ humiliated with just​ a few sentences,‌‍ gave dry chuckles.​

‘The‌ marquis was no‌ pushover, but Lucian’s⁠‌ on another level.’​

‘What‌‍‌ a ruthless man.​‍ He really burns‍‍ everything down to⁠‍ the ground.’

Even​‌ though Lucian had‌‍⁠ admitted to disobedience,​ no one suggested‌‌‌ punishing him.

Unlike‍‍‍ Cedric, tied to⁠‌ the imperial family,​ Lucian was the‍‍‌ full representative of​ the Valdeck duchy.⁠‌‍

Punishing⁠‍ him after he⁠‍‌ had saved Claude​⁠ would only provoke‌‍ the wrath of⁠ Duke Sigmund—and perhaps⁠ even the Emperor.‍​‌

“Grr…!”‌

Claude‍ trembled, face red.​⁠

This​⁠ made him look⁠ like an incompetent‌⁠⁠ commander, a ruler‌‍‍ who couldn’t recognize‍ talent, and someone‍ who had tried​ to steal another’s‍⁠ merit.

His‌‍ rage boiled like​​ a volcano on‌​‌ the verge of‌ erupting—but the cold⁠​‍ stares from the‍⁠ nobles pulled him‌​​ back to reality.‌‌​

‘N-No…​ if I lose​‍⁠ control now, the⁠‍​ next heir…’

If‌‌‍ he exploded, he’d‌‍‌ lose the last‌​ shreds of authority‌​ and prestige he​​‌ had left, and‍ might even provoke​‍ open rebellion from‍⁠⁠ Cedric.

Forcing​⁠ a smile, Claude​ personally helped Lucian​​⁠ to his feet.⁠​

“N-No,​​ don’t do that.⁠‍‍ How could I punish you? If‌​ anything, I should‌‍ apologize for damaging​‍‌ your honor with‍ such a clumsy‍‍⁠ defense.”

“No,⁠‌‍ Your Highness! It’s‍‍ all my fault​‍​ for disobeying!”

“What⁠ fault is there?​ If anything, all⁠​ I see is‌‌ merit for having‌​‍ saved me. So⁠ rise and lend⁠ me your aid.”‍

Claude⁠‍‌ tried his best⁠​​ to sound gentle,‌ though his voice‍ trembled with humiliation.​

Now,‌‌ he had no‍ choice but to‍ cling desperately to‍⁠‍ the façade of‍⁠⁠ a ruler protecting​ his loyal vassal—the⁠⁠‌ image Lucian had‍‌⁠ thrown at him.​‍​

Lucian‍‍‍ gave him a dazzling smile upon‌‌​ seeing his half-crying,​‌ half-smiling expression.

“If‌‍ Your Highness shows‍​⁠ such generosity, how​​ could I not​‍‍ be moved? I will serve you‍ with all my⁠ loyalty!”

“Please…⁠‍ do… please…”

With​ his head bowed,​⁠‌ Claude praised Lucian‌‍⁠ in a resigned‍ tone.

As‌​ he shook Claude’s‌ hand, Lucian glanced‌⁠‌ at Marquis Bernhardt.‌‍​

After​⁠​ locking eyes for‌ a moment, the‍⁠ marquis looked away.‌​

With‍​​ all his plans⁠⁠⁠ ruined, his voice⁠‍‍ now carried no‌⁠​ weight.

From​​ now on, the⁠ allied army would​ have no choice‍ but to move​ according to Lucian’s​⁠‍ will.

“Your⁠​​ Highness, though the‌ battle just ended‍​ and everyone must‍⁠ be exhausted, I request that a war council be​‍ called immediately. May‍ I have your​ permission?”

“…So‌‍‍ be it.”

Faced‍ with a request‍ that allowed no‌​ refusal, Claude nodded,‌‌‌ unable to resist.‍

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