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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 51

Chapter 51

“We‍ have achieved the⁠​‌ first victory that⁠⁠‍ was our initial‌ goal. Now we​ must retreat before⁠​ it’s too late.”‍​‌

Lucian‌​​ spoke firmly, as‌ if not accepting‍‌‍ any objections.

The‍ marquis and the⁠‍ other lords also‌​ nodded in silence,​‌⁠ as if they‌ had no objections.⁠‌

If‍‍ they continued delaying‌​​ here, they didn’t⁠​‍ know what might​⁠⁠ happen.

“So‌‍ it shall be.⁠⁠‌ Let the soldiers‌⁠ rest for a day and then​ we’ll retreat immediately.”‌⁠⁠

“No.⁠​ We must move​​ right now.”

“What?​‌ No matter what⁠ you say, isn’t‌‍ it too soon?​​‌ The soldiers are‍‌ in that state…”‍

At​​‌ Lucian’s words, the⁠​ marquis showed confusion.‌⁠

There‍ were still many‍ soldiers who couldn’t‌⁠ move due to⁠‌ the tingling running⁠ through their bodies.⁠‍

And⁠⁠‌ now, instead of‍ letting them rest​⁠​ until they recovered,‌ he proposed marching​⁠ immediately.

“Even‌‌​ if we depart⁠ now, it’s clear⁠⁠‍ we’ll advance at‌‍‍ a snail’s pace.‌ The soldiers in‌ good condition will⁠‍ be even more‍ exhausted carrying those⁠⁠ who can’t move.⁠ Wouldn’t it be​‍‌ better to at‌‌​ least let them​​‌ rest for a day?”

“If⁠ there were no​​⁠ threat, I would’ve⁠ let them rest‍​ not one, but​⁠​ three days. But⁠ we don’t have​​‍ time. The enemy’s​​‍ pursuit force will​​‌ arrive soon.”

“A⁠⁠‌ pursuit force? The‌ enemies who ambushed⁠ us were already⁠‌ repelled by the‌⁠​ allied army, and⁠ the rest should⁠⁠‍ be in Bodium​ Castle. What threat‌⁠ remains? Rather, Kreppelt​⁠⁠ is probably celebrating​‍ having repelled the​‍‍ Empire.”

“Just⁠ because the Empire‌​ was defeated once⁠‍ doesn’t mean Kreppelt​ is already independent.”⁠

Before,‌⁠ Lucian thought that‌‍​ if the Empire​⁠​ lost, the vassal‌‌ states would rise⁠​‌ up in unison​​‍ and it would⁠⁠ be impossible to​⁠ subjugate them again.‍‌‌

In⁠ contrast, the marquis‍⁠‍ believed the Empire‍ still had room‍‌‍ to try again​‌‍ several times.

Lucian’s‍ opinion hadn’t changed,‍ but the problem⁠⁠ was what Kreppelt‍‌‌ thought.

Given‍ that they had‌‌⁠ violated the Great‍ Agreement, it was​ clear Kreppelt leaned‌‌ toward the first​‌ option, but there​‍ was always a possibility, however slim.⁠

“Kreppelt‌ will want to​ completely block the‌​ possibility of the‌ Empire advancing again.​⁠ Even if they‍ can’t guarantee their⁠⁠‍ independence, they’ll want‍‍ to buy time‍⁠ until another chaos‍‍ erupts. For example,⁠⁠ by capturing a strong candidate for⁠ imperial succession and⁠ using him as‌⁠ leverage.”

“…!”‍

The⁠ faces of all‍​ the lords, including‍‌‌ the marquis, changed‍‍⁠ color.

They⁠‍‌ thought it would‍​ be madness to​ go that far,‍⁠ but at the‍​‍ same time remembered‍‌⁠ the attacks they‌​‍ had just suffered.‌‍‌

These⁠‍⁠ were people who​​ had violated the⁠​‍ Great Agreement and​ hired unauthorized mages,​⁠ with no way‍​ back.

Were‌‌‌ they really going⁠‌ to worry about‍‍ the emperor’s wrath​‌ or future consequences?‌‌⁠

“You’re⁠‌‌ saying those Kreppelt⁠ bastards will send​‌ a pursuit force‍​⁠ targeting me?”

“It’s⁠ only a supposition,‌ but the possibility⁠‍ is high.”

“L-Lucian!⁠​​ Isn’t there any​​‌ solution?”

Claude,​ pale, shouted unable⁠‍​ to hide his⁠‌ anxiety. Lucian pretended⁠⁠ to think for‍ a moment before​ speaking.

“The‍‌‌ safest method would​ be for His​ Highness the First‌⁠ Prince to leave​‌⁠ the battlefield first,​‌​ taking only a small group of‍‍ personal guards…”

“That​​‍ cannot be.”

“Marquis?”⁠‌

Claude⁠‌ looked surprised at⁠​‌ Marquis Bernhardt, who​​ had responded in‌ his place.

The‌⁠ marquis, ignoring Claude’s‍ gaze, fixed a cold stare on‍ Lucian.

“Even⁠‍ if it’s for​‌ the safety of⁠‌‌ His Highness the‌‍ First Prince, what⁠⁠ would happen if​‍‍ the commander-in-chief abandoned‌‍ the battlefield first?⁠​‍ The soldiers’ morale⁠ would collapse, and‍‌​ His Highness’s reputation‍​ would be irreparably‍​​ stained.”

“Sometimes​‍⁠ a certain humiliation⁠⁠ must be endured.”‌​

“It’s‌ not just about‌ humiliation. It could‌​​ give room for⁠‍​ some schemers to‍ question His Highness’s⁠ suitability and meddle‌ in the succession‍‍ to the throne.”​‍​

“…”‌⁠

At‍‌ the marquis’s direct‍​‍ words, everyone held​⁠ their breath.

Even​‍ Claude, who for‌ an instant had⁠⁠‍ been tempted by⁠​⁠ Lucian’s proposal, began⁠ to tremble with⁠‍ a pale face.​‍⁠

“Th-the​⁠ marquis is right.‌‍ I won’t flee‌⁠ alone.”

Seeing​ Claude speak with‍‌‍ a trembling voice,‌‌​ Lucian silently clicked‍ his tongue.

He⁠‍ was afraid of‍ dying, but even​‍‍ more terrified of‍ giving up the‍⁠ throne.

‘Tsk,​⁠‍ it would’ve been‍ easier if he‌‍ had just run‍‍ away.’

It​ was a pity,⁠ but there was‍‍‌ no helping it.‌‍⁠

Lucian⁠ discarded any attachment⁠​‍ and presented the​‌⁠ second option.

“Then‌ only one option‍ remains. Retreat as‌‌‍ quickly as possible‌‌ before the enemy​‌‍ arrives.”

“But‌ the wounded who​ haven’t recovered yet…”‌

“If‌​ they can’t move,⁠ they’ll have to​⁠⁠ be carried. In‍⁠⁠ a long march‌ it would be‍​‍ right to rest,‌​​ but it’s only‍‌​ three days’ journey‌⁠⁠ to the border.​​ Even if the⁠​‌ soldiers suffer more,​⁠ it’s better to⁠ move quickly.”

In⁠​ reality, if they​ abandoned the wounded‍ they would advance​​‍ much faster, but⁠‍‍ the allied army‌ was made up‍ of elite troops​ provided by each⁠⁠ family.

No⁠ lord would abandon⁠ the soldiers of⁠‌​ their own house,‍ and proposing it‍​⁠ would only create​​​ resentment.

Worse‍​ still, they might‌​ bear the infamy‌ of having left​‍‍ their own allies​ behind.

“It​‌‍ seems the policy‌‍ has already been​‍​ decided. If there⁠​⁠ are no objections,⁠‍‍ I propose we‌ move immediately.”

As‍⁠ expected, there were‍ no objections.

Following‍⁠ Lucian’s directive, the‍ allied army began​ a hasty retreat,‍ carrying the wounded.​

***‍

“What‍‌​ are you saying?⁠ After pushing the⁠‍ enemy, they were​‍ soundly defeated by‍‍‍ a force that‍ attacked from the‍⁠ rear? And Count‍ Dominic died in​​ the process?”

“Yes.‌ They hung His‌‌​ Excellency the Count’s‌ head on a spear, like a barbaric trophy, to‍ display it…”

“Those⁠⁠⁠ damned bastards!”

Bang!‍‍

Erich,‍ the young king⁠⁠⁠ of Kreppelt, slammed​⁠ the table hard.​

From​⁠ the moment they‍‍ violated the Great‍ Agreement, he had‌‍‌ been prepared for​⁠‌ retaliation.

If‍ they set no‍‌ limits, it was⁠‍ only natural the​⁠ enemy wouldn’t either.​​

Even⁠ so, the death​​ of his loyal​‌​ servant and the⁠‍‌ desecration of his⁠⁠ body were too‍‌​ heavy a blow.‍‍​

“And⁠⁠‌ the enemy’s losses…⁠⁠‍ how great were​‍‌ they?”

Erich​ asked with a trembling voice, barely‍ suppressing his rage.‍‍​

The‌ knight, as if‌ recalling the defeat,⁠ shifted his eyes​‌ from side to‍ side before responding.​‌​

“Rather​​ than dead, many‍​ soldiers were incapacitated.⁠‍‌ Almost half fell‌⁠ unable to move​​​ due to the​‌‍ effects of the​ spell. Even among‍‌‍ those who could‍‍⁠ move, many were‌ struck down by‌⁠ the count’s attack,‍ so their effective​​​ force must have‍‍​ been reduced to‍ less than half.”⁠‍​

“Even‍​⁠ so, if they‌‍ didn’t die, by⁠⁠‌ now they should’ve‍ recovered to some​‍‌ extent.”

“According‍​ to the mage,‌‌ they won’t be‍ able to use​‍​ their muscles properly​ for about fifteen‌​ days. They may⁠ be able to​ walk slowly, but‍ running or swinging‍​‍ anything with force​​‍ is practically impossible.”‌‍

Upon​​‌ hearing the report,‌⁠​ Erich’s eyes lit​​ up.

In​ other words, although‍​ they had been​⁠​ defeated, the enemy’s​⁠ strength had been‍‌‍ considerably reduced, and​‌‍ the remaining soldiers‍⁠ were burdened with​ the wounded.

If​ that was added⁠​ to the casualties‌ caused by Dominic,⁠ a frontal assault‍ would be enough‍‌​ to crush them.‍

‘If⁠ those guys came​‍⁠ to Bodium alone,‌ we could destroy‍⁠‌ them with ease,⁠​⁠ but they won’t‌ be that stupid.’‌

They‍‌​ had violated the‍​​ Great Agreement and‍⁠ endangered the life‍ of the First‍​⁠ Prince, so they⁠ would try to⁠ retreat as soon⁠​​ as possible.

Even‌​ if that meant​ abandoning the castle’s‍⁠‍ defensive advantage and‍​⁠ heading into open⁠​ field, they had⁠‌ to pursue them.‍‌‌

If‌⁠ they captured the​ First Prince, the‌ emperor would have‍ no choice but‍‌‌ to accept Kreppelt’s‍‍ demands.

“Wait.​⁠⁠ Come to think⁠⁠ of it, where⁠⁠​ is the mage‍‍ who went with‌ you? Don’t tell‍‌‌ me he died‍​ in battle?”

“We​‍ don’t know. Before​‌‍ departure, he said‍ he would stay​ behind to wait,‌⁠⁠ but after the⁠ defeat he never‌‌⁠ returned and vanished​ without a trace.”​‌

“He⁠‍ ran.”

He‌‌‌ had promised to‍​⁠ hire him as​‌ a court mage‍ if everything went​‍‍ well, but that‍‌​ wandering mage had​⁠ reacted indifferently.

Erich‍⁠ already disliked that​‍ he only cared​​ about money, and​⁠ now he had⁠ fled without even‌‍⁠ claiming his reward⁠⁠ upon seeing the‍​⁠ defeat.

‘Did‌‍‍ even a mere⁠‌ mage consider us‌ so insignificant that‌‌‍ he thought we’d​ fall after a single defeat?’

Erich⁠​⁠ clenched his teeth​ at the thought​⁠⁠ of Colin.

There‌‍⁠ was no way‌‌​ to catch someone‍ who had already‌​ left.

When‌⁠‌ Kreppelt gained its‌ independence with pride,‍ that man would‌ return, regretting his‌ decision.

The‌‍‌ current humiliation could‌‍ be repaid later.‌

“March!‌ Annihilate the imperial​​ army and capture​ the First Prince‍⁠‌ to achieve Kreppelt’s⁠ independence!”

***⁠‍‌

“As⁠⁠ expected, they’re really⁠ moving at a snail’s pace.”

Raymond‍⁠ grumbled as he⁠ watched the allied‌‌ army slowly advancing​​ behind them.

More​‍‌ than half of‌ the soldiers couldn’t​⁠​ move without support‍‍‍ or being carried.‌‍

There‍‍ were too many​ wounded, so the‌‍‍ march’s pace could‌ only become desperately‌⁠​ slow.

“At⁠⁠ this rate, we​​ won’t make it​ in time. At‌ this pace, the‌ enemy will reach⁠ us first.”

“Are​‍ you worried?”

“To‍⁠ be precise, I’m​​ worried they’ll ask​ us to hold‍ off the pursuit‌​​ force. Won’t it‌​ end up falling⁠​‍ on us all​ the way to‍⁠ the final cleanup?”‌⁠⁠

Lucian⁠ smiled faintly at‍⁠‌ Raymond’s concern and‍​ shook his head.‌

“That⁠ won’t happen. Don’t⁠‌⁠ worry.”

“Even​​ if you say​⁠‍ that, we’re the​ only ones with‍​ our strength intact.​‍ What if the‌ others dump everything‍ on the third‍‌ young master?”

“I’ll‌‌⁠ say no.”

“Huh?”​‌

“That⁠​⁠ I’ll refuse.”

“C-can​ you do that?”⁠‍

“Why​‍ not?”

Lucian​‌ shrugged at Raymond’s⁠ confusion.

“It’s‍‍ true that if​‌ Valdeck stepped in​ to hold off​⁠ the enemy, the‍‍ allied army’s casualties⁠ would be minimized.‌ But right now,​‌​ there’s no one​⁠⁠ with the authority​‌ to make such⁠ a proposal to​‌‌ me.”

Lucian‌‌ had presented the⁠‌ best option at‍ every stage of‍⁠⁠ this war.

He‍ warned about the​‍​ breach of the⁠ Great Agreement, about‍ the potable water‌‍ issue, proposed the⁠ retreat, and predicted‌‌‌ the ambush.

And‍ yet, those who‌⁠‍ ignored all that‍ and ruined the‍‍ situation were the​‍ top brass of‌ the allied army.‍‍

Except‌ for Cedric, who​⁠‍ had his own​‍ motives, no one‍ took his side.​⁠​

In‍​ that sense, they‌​ all shared the‌‍ same blame.

“After‍‌ ignoring all my⁠‍ proposals, they nearly⁠ died, and I still saved them.‍ And now they⁠⁠‌ want me to⁠ also handle the⁠ rear guard? Ridiculous.⁠⁠ If they don’t​ want to truly‍ turn the Valdeck‍‌​ family into an⁠‍‌ enemy, they wouldn’t​ even dare suggest‍⁠​ such a thing.”‍‍‍

“But​⁠ if they catch⁠‌ up, someone will⁠​⁠ have to stay⁠‌ behind to buy‍ time for the‌‍‍ retreat. Will there⁠⁠ really be someone​​​ willing to do‍‌ it?”

“Of‌‌ course.”

And‌⁠ not just anyone,⁠ but a strong‍‌ feudal lord, and⁠ one who was,⁠‌ to some extent,​ reliable.

Just‍‌ as Lucian was​ about to respond‍‌​ with a smile,‌​​ the soldiers’ shouts‍ rang out.

“Horsen⁠⁠ River!”

“The​ border!”

The​‍‌ place where that⁠⁠ useless farce had‍‍ taken place appeared​⁠ before everyone’s eyes.​​

Just⁠‌ crossing the river‍⁠ would make it​ much harder for⁠⁠ the pursuit force‌ to follow them.⁠​​

While​ everyone exhaled in​ relief, thinking they‍⁠ were saved.

“P-pursuit!​‌ It’s the pursuit‍‍ force!”

“The‍⁠ Kreppelt bastards are‌‍‌ coming from behind!”‍‌

From​‍ the rear came‌‍​ desperate cries.

The‍ soldiers, who had‌ just begun to‌ breathe easily, turned‌‍‍ pale and looked​‍ back.

There‍ weren’t many, but⁠⁠ it was a force made up‌‍‍ entirely of cavalry,⁠‌ charging like mad⁠​ toward the allied⁠ army.

“They’re​‍ still a bit‌ far, but at​ this speed they’ll‍ reach us before⁠⁠ we cross the⁠⁠ river.”

“Lu-Lucian,‌ young master.”

“What‍ is it?”

At⁠‌⁠ the awkward call‍‍‌ of a certain‍ baron, Lucian looked⁠​⁠ at him sharply.⁠​‌

The‍⁠ baron, who was‍‍​ about to ask⁠‌⁠ him to hold‌​‌ off the enemy,‍ flinched and looked⁠‍ away.

If‌​ Lucian didn’t want‍ to do it,‍​ no one was​⁠‌ in a position‌⁠‍ to force him.‌

In​ light of Lucian’s​‍‍ stance, all eyes​​​ looking for a sacrificial lamb focused‍⁠ on a single​‌⁠ person.

The​‌ most powerful family⁠‌ after Valdeck, and‌‌ the one still⁠‌​ holding the most‍​​ combat-ready troops.

‘Damn⁠‍​ it.’

Marquis⁠​​ Roglan clenched his⁠ teeth under the⁠​‍ silent pressure.

Put‍‌ nicely, it was‌​​ about buying time‌‍ for the army‌ to retreat, but⁠ in practice, it​‌ was a mission‌‌‍ in which he​‍​ could die.

Even‌​ so, he couldn’t‌ refuse.

Unlike​‍ Lucian, who had‍‍⁠ shined in this​‌​ war, he had‍⁠‌ made too many⁠ poor judgments.

‘If‍‌⁠ I don’t at‌​⁠ least save face⁠​‌ here, I’ll be⁠ crushed under Valdeck‌ for years. It‍‍‍ could even affect‍ my authority within‍⁠‌ the noble faction.’‌‌

Giving⁠ up the power‌ he had held‍ until now was,‍‌‍ for him, equivalent‍‍ to death.

Rather‌ than that, he‍‍⁠ preferred to risk‌‌ his life and‍ recover his lost​ prestige.

After​ making his decision,⁠​​ the marquis knelt​‌ and shouted loudly.‍

“First⁠ Prince! I will‌‌ stop the enemy,⁠⁠​ so please use‍⁠⁠ that time to‍ get to safety…!”‌​‌

“Wait​ a moment, marquis.​ I don’t think⁠‍​ that will be​ necessary.”

The​‌ one who interrupted‍ his desperate cry‍⁠‍ was the second⁠ prince,

Cedric.​ Suddenly intervening, Cedric‌‍ looked at everyone‌ and pointed beyond⁠‍​ the Horsen River.​

“Look‍‌‌ over there. Allies​‍ are coming.”

“What?‌‌ Allies? What are⁠​‍ you talking about…?”⁠‍‍

The‍⁠ allied army’s high⁠ command froze upon‌​ looking in the‌​ direction Cedric pointed.‌‍‌

Lucian​‌‍ reacted just like​‌ the other feudal​⁠ lords.

Those‍‍ unexpected reinforcements were​⁠​ warriors far beyond​⁠‍ what anyone had‌ imagined.

‘The‍​ Red-Winged Knights.’

The‍​ knight guard in‌ direct service to​⁠ the emperor, famed‌ as the most​ powerful force in‌ the Empire, was‍‌ advancing at full⁠​‍ speed toward the‌‌ allied army.

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