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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 52

Chapter 52

“Why‌​ the hell are‍ those guys here?!”⁠⁠‍

The⁠‌‌ ones surprised weren’t⁠​ just the Alliance.‌

The‌​‌ king of Kreppelt,⁠ Erich, shouted in‍ astonishment as he‍⁠⁠ watched the approaching​ Red-Winged Squadron.

“Why‍‍ has the imperial⁠‍ guard come all‌⁠‌ the way to‌‍⁠ the border?! No,‌ more importantly, how​ the hell did⁠ they get here‍ so fast?!”

“This‍ is no time‌ to analyze that,​ Your Majesty! You‌‌‍ must retreat immediately​​ before they arrive!”⁠⁠

“Your‌ Majesty? Did you​​‍ say Your Majesty?”‍

At‍‍ those words, Erich’s⁠​ eyes sharpened.

It​​‌ had already been​ several months since​​⁠ he declared independence,‌ and yet they‌⁠⁠ still called him​ that.

The‍ noble who had⁠‍ suggested retreat realized‌‍ his mistake and‌ hastily corrected himself.‍‌

“F-forgive‌​ me… Majesty… it‌‍​ was a slip‌‍ of the tongue…”​

“No,​ that’s enough. It’s‌‌⁠ been hundreds of​⁠‌ years since the⁠ Empire humiliated us.‌‍⁠ It’s only natural⁠‍ that you’re used‍​ to living under‍‌​ their heel.”

“That’s‍‌ not what I meant at all…!”‍⁠

“I​‌ will not run.”​

“Majesty!”​⁠⁠

“Silence!⁠⁠​ No matter how​ famous the imperial⁠​ guard is, they’re‍ still just a handful of men!‍⁠ Are you telling‍‌ me to flee‌⁠⁠ just because a mere order of​​ knights has appeared?”​

No‍ matter how legendary‍​ they were, they⁠ were clearly a minority compared to​ Kreppelt’s army.

If⁠⁠‍ they retreated now,‍ the rumor that‌ they cowered before⁠ imperial authority would⁠‍‌ spread uncontrollably.

On‌‍ the other hand,⁠ if they defeated⁠ them here, they‍‌ would prove Kreppelt’s⁠⁠‌ military power to‍⁠‍ the entire continent.⁠‌‌

“Right⁠ here, we’ll defeat‌⁠ the Red-Winged Squadron⁠ and capture the⁠ First Prince! Prepare​ yourselves!”

“Yes,‍ Your Majesty!”

Kreppelt’s‌‍⁠ royal guards responded‌⁠ with high morale.‌⁠

Their⁠⁠‍ fame might not⁠ compare to the‌⁠ Red-Winged Squadron, but⁠⁠ those gathered were‍ also Kreppelt’s absolute‌​⁠ elite.

If⁠ it were equal‍‌ numbers, there might‌ be doubts—but with‌ over ten times‌​​ the force, they‍‌‍ didn’t believe defeat⁠ was possible.

“They⁠‌‌ really plan to‍ fight like this?​‍⁠ They don’t know‌ their place. Then‍​ again, if they’d⁠​‍ had brains from⁠⁠​ the beginning, they’d⁠ never have started⁠‍ a rebellion.”

The⁠‍ knight leading the‌‌‍ Red-Winged Squadron let‍ out a mocking‌​ laugh from inside⁠​ his helmet.

They⁠ were less than⁠ a tenth the​ size of Kreppelt’s⁠‌⁠ army, yet his‍ voice was full⁠ of absolute composure.​‌

“Everyone,⁠‌ ready your halberds.‌‍⁠ Activate the Dragon’s‌​ Fangs.”

Uuuung—‍⁠‍

With​ that brief order,⁠ a red mist⁠ began swirling around​‍ the entire Red-Winged​ Squadron.

Dozens‍‌ of runes engraved⁠ on their armor‍‍ and spears lit‌​‍ up clearly, their‍‍‌ glow intensifying little​‍ by little.

When‍​ the light became⁠‌ strong enough to⁠​​ be clearly visible⁠​⁠ to everyone—

“Break⁠​ formation.”

Fuaaaak!‍‍‍

The‍‍​ red glow tore‍ through the center⁠​‍ of Kreppelt’s army.‍‍​

***⁠‌

“…!”‌

The‍‍​ Alliance’s high command,​​‍ including Lucian, stood​​ in stunned silence.⁠

No‍‌‍ matter how powerful​‍ a cavalry charge‍ was, it always‌‍‍ slowed when facing​ enemy resistance.

But​ the Red-Winged Squadron‌ tore through the​ enemy army like‌ ripping through paper,⁠‍ splitting it in⁠‌ two.

That‌‌ wasn’t just brute‍‌ force—it was a feat that clearly‌⁠‍ defied the laws⁠‍ of physics.

“Magic…?”‍‌​

It‍ wasn’t a spell​​ cast, but magic‍⁠ engraved into their‌ armor and weapons.‍⁠

An⁠‌‍ ancient legacy that,​‌ at times, allowed‍ a simple iron‍‌ sword to surpass‌‍ even an adamantium‍⁠ weapon.

Lucian‍ had heard much⁠‌​ about it, but‌‌‍ seeing an entire‍ order equipped that⁠ way surpassed imagination.‍‌

‘Now⁠ I understand a little better why​ the Empire has‍‌ always feared mages‌‍​ so much.’

Precisely‌⁠‌ because they understood​‌‍ the true power‍ of magic, they‌​ feared it so‌‌ deeply.

And‌⁠ it wasn’t just‌⁠‌ their destructive force.‍‌

The‍⁠‌ Red-Winged Squadron turned‌ in an instant​‍​ and launched a second charge.

Once​ again, they pierced‍‌​ Kreppelt’s cavalry on‌ a diagonal line,​ splitting the army‍​‍ again.

“T-this…‍​⁠ this can’t be…!”​

Erich⁠ could barely manage‌ a groan.

If​​⁠ it had been⁠⁠⁠ infantry crushed like‍⁠⁠ this, though miserable,​ he could understand​ it.

But‌ this was a cavalry force.

And‌ still, they were⁠⁠ being massacred as⁠‍ if they were‌ mere foot soldiers.⁠​

“Y-Your‌‍‌ Majesty! You must‍‌ retreat! Quickly, flee!”‌‍‌

“This‍⁠​ can’t be… this‌ can’t be… how‌⁠ can my elite​‍​ fall in such‍‌ an absurd way…?”⁠‍​

“Forgive⁠‍⁠ the rudeness! Protect‌⁠ His Majesty! We⁠ must get out‍​‍ of here!”

Erich’s‍ attendants rushed to⁠​‍ pull him from​ the battlefield.

The‍‍⁠ Red-Winged Squadron did‍⁠‌ not pursue the‍‌​ completely shattered Kreppelt‍⁠⁠ army and halted‌​⁠ their charge.

Soon‌‌ after, the red⁠‌ mist dissipated completely‌ into the air.⁠‌

‘Does‌‍⁠ the magic’s effect‌ not last long?’‍

Seeing⁠ the glow vanish⁠ from the knights,‍⁠ Lucian’s eyes gleamed.⁠

If‌‌ such powerful magic‌⁠ could be maintained‍ indefinitely, no one​​ could ever defeat​ them.

After‌⁠⁠ repelling Kreppelt’s army,⁠​​ the Red-Winged Squadron​‍ headed toward the​‌ Alliance.

The‍‍ knight, still hiding‌‍ his face behind​ a helmet, stopped‍ in front of⁠ the First Prince.​​‍

Without⁠‍‍ dismounting, he removed‌​‌ his helmet and‌⁠ looked down at​ them.

“I’m​⁠​ glad to see⁠⁠‌ you’re all safe.”⁠‌

As⁠ the face under​ the helmet was⁠‍ revealed, the nobles’‌ expressions went pale.​

Moments⁠‌ later, the first⁠⁠ to react was​‍⁠ Marquis Bernhardt, who⁠⁠ dropped to his⁠⁠‌ knees and shouted.​‍‌

“I​‌‌ pay homage to‍ the ruler of‌‍ the Empire and⁠‌‌ rightful heir of‌‍ the Great Dragon,⁠ His Majesty the⁠‍‌ Emperor!”

***‍‍‍

‘What?⁠​ The emperor?’

The‍‌⁠ young lords and​ heirs who had​‍⁠ come as representatives,‌⁠ and who didn’t⁠ know the emperor’s‌‌ face, were horrified.⁠

Lucian‌‍⁠ was among them.​‌‌

Throughout‌‍ his past life,‌ he had never‌ once seen the​‌ emperor’s face.

“G-greetings⁠‌ to the emperor!”‌⁠

Following​ the marquis, the​‌⁠ nobles of the​⁠‍ Empire all fell⁠ to their knees.‍​

Lucian‍ also quickly knelt‍ and bowed his‍ head.

After‌⁠‍ a moment, the​​ emperor dismounted and​ calmly addressed the‍ nobles.

“We’re​‌ still at war.‌ Why cling to‌‍‍ protocol and neglect‌‍​ vigilance? The greetings​‍ can wait until​⁠‌ we cross the​​‍ border. Everyone, rise.”⁠

At⁠​ that serene yet‍‍​ commanding voice, the⁠ nobles slowly stood.​

After‍⁠ scanning the area,​ the emperor approached​⁠‍ the First Prince,‍‍ Claude.

Claude⁠ opened his mouth‌​‍ awkwardly in front​ of the emperor.‍​

“Father…​‌‍ Your Majesty, it’s​​⁠ just that… this​ war…”

“That’s‍ enough. I more‍ or less know⁠​⁠ what happened.”

“H-how⁠‍​ do you know?​‌ The messenger was⁠ only sent two‌⁠ days ago…”

“There⁠‌⁠ are ways to​ know everything. For‌⁠‌ now, let’s be‍ glad you’re still‌⁠⁠ alive.”

In‌‍ a bitter yet​‍ gentle voice, the​⁠ emperor placed a hand on Claude’s‌‌ shoulder.

Unable​​‌ to meet his‍‍​ gaze, Claude deeply‌⁠‌ lowered his head.​‍

After⁠ giving him a few pats on‍ the shoulder, the​​‌ emperor turned his‌​⁠ attention to Cedric.‍

“Cedric,‍‍ you also worked‌ hard to support​‌ your brother. I heard you rode⁠‌ on the frontlines.‌​⁠ Are you hurt?”‌

“Thanks‌ to the protection‍ of the Eight​‌⁠ Gods and the​‍ Great Dragon, I am unharmed.”

“I’m‌‌⁠ glad to hear‌ it.”

The⁠‍‌ conversation didn’t differ‌‌ much from before,‍‍‍ but the tone‌ clearly did.

Toward‍‌ Claude, the emperor’s‍‌⁠ voice was filled‌‍‌ with affection; toward‍ Cedric, there was‍‍ barely a hint​‌ of concern.

After⁠⁠ checking on his​ two sons, the‌‌ emperor stopped in‌​ front of the⁠‌‍ marquis.

“Marquis⁠ Bernhardt.”

“Yes,​‌ Your Majesty.”

“Quick⁠ and decisive action.⁠ It was sound‍ policy.”

“Your‌ Majesty, that…”

“The‌​⁠ war will continue.​‌ Even if there‍‌ are no battles,​ as long as​ no one admits‍ defeat, it’s not​ over.”

In‍ other words, while​⁠ the war continues,​​ you will continue‌‍⁠ to bear the⁠⁠ cost. Unless you⁠ want to take‍ full responsibility for‌‍‍ this defeat yourself.⁠​

Understanding‍​​ the hidden meaning,​ the marquis lowered‌⁠‌ his head, hiding⁠ a bitter expression.‍

“That’s‍​ true. As long​‍​ as the war‌‌ continues, the house​ of Marquis Roglan‍ will spare no⁠⁠ support.”

“A‌ fine response. I expect the same​ going forward.”

After⁠ responding coldly, the⁠​⁠ emperor kept walking.‌‍

As​​⁠ expected, the next​‌‌ person he stopped​ before was Lucian.‍⁠

Lucian‌ slightly lowered his⁠ head and waited‌​ for the emperor’s⁠⁠⁠ words.

‘A​ rebuke or praise?⁠​‍ Which will it‌‌‌ be?’

Either‍‍⁠ was possible. As‍ Lucian prepared to​‌‌ respond based on​‌⁠ what the emperor⁠⁠​ would say, the​ emperor spoke.

“I‍⁠ sincerely thank you.⁠‍ As emperor of⁠​‌ the Empire and‍ as a father,​‌‍ I express my​⁠⁠ gratitude.”

“…!?”‌​‍

The⁠⁠ sudden gesture of‌‌‍ the emperor bowing‌‍⁠ his head in‌ gratitude made everyone’s‍‍ eyes widen in‌​ shock.

***‌

Lucian‌​‍ looked at the‍​ back of the‌​ emperor’s head with‌​ an uncomfortable expression.‌‍​

He‌​ had thought he⁠‌‍ might receive praise,‍‌​ but he had‌‍‍ never imagined the​‌ emperor would bow‍⁠ his head.

“Your‍​‌ Majesty, this is‍​⁠ too much. I don’t dare accept⁠​ it. Please raise‍⁠ your head.”

“You⁠ saved my son‍ and, beyond that,⁠‍⁠ the future of‌⁠‍ the Empire. You‍ have more than⁠⁠ enough reason to​‍ receive my thanks.”​

“I‌‍​ merely did what‍⁠‌ was expected of⁠​‍ a vassal.”

“No.‍⁠ Nothing is ever‌ simply what’s expected.‌ When a ruler‌‍⁠ offers trust, the⁠ vassal responds with⁠‍‍ loyalty — that​ is the duty‌ between sovereign and‌‍ subject. However, even​ after Claude withdrew‍‍⁠ his trust, you‌ rushed in without​ hesitation. For that⁠‍‍ alone, I am‌​‍ deeply grateful.”

The‍‍ emperor continued praising‌​ Lucian, but Lucian’s⁠‌‌ expression grew slightly‍​‍ more serious.

Beyond‍‌​ gratitude, he could‍⁠ sense the emperor’s‌ intent to make⁠​⁠ clear that he‌‍ knew exactly what⁠ had occurred on‍ the battlefield.

‘He‌ doesn’t seem to‌‌‍ be hiding it.‍ This must also⁠​⁠ be a warning⁠ to the other⁠‍‍ nobles.’

A subtle way of​‍ saying that even‍​ what happens out⁠⁠⁠ of his sight​‌⁠ — he knows.‍​

Even‍​ so, the words‌⁠​ of gratitude toward‍​ Lucian carried deep​‍ sincerity.

“If​ I didn’t bear‍⁠‍ the dignity of​‍‍ the Empire on⁠⁠‌ my shoulders, I would gladly kneel.‌ It saddens me‌ that all I can do is⁠​ bow my head.‌ I hope you⁠ understand.”

“Understand?‌ Just hearing your‌ words is more‌ than enough, even‍‍ too much. Please‌​ raise your head.‌‍‍ If you continue‍​‌ like this, I’ll⁠‍‍ feel uncomfortable.”

“If‍‌ it makes you‍‌⁠ uncomfortable, then it⁠ can’t be helped.​ It would be‌‍ a problem if,​⁠‌ in trying to⁠ thank you, I ended up repaying‍ a favor with⁠ resentment.”

With⁠‌⁠ a gentle joke​ to ease the​ tension, the emperor​‌​ lifted his head.‌

Seeing​ his skill in‌​ conversation, Lucian felt​‌‍ conflicted.

‘The⁠‍ last sovereign of​​ the Empire, Karl⁠ von Bey Astria.’‍‌

He​​ had never seen‌‍ him in person,‍‌​ but in his​‌ past life, he‌⁠ had heard countless⁠ stories about him.⁠

The⁠‍‍ assessments varied too‌⁠⁠ much to define‍ him clearly.

Some‍‍⁠ called him an​‍ incompetent tyrant who‍ initiated the fall‍⁠‍ of the Empire;‌ others said he‍⁠ lacked talent but​ had great moral⁠⁠ integrity.

There‌ were also those​ who claimed he​ was a great‌‍ monarch trapped in​ the wrong era,‍⁠​ doomed to be‍‍ remembered as a tyrant.

The‌​‌ only certainty was‍⁠⁠ that, regarding succession,​‍​ he had made⁠‌‌ mistake after mistake.‍​

‘I‌⁠‍ myself thought of‌⁠ him as a tyrant, but seeing‌​ him in person,‍ he doesn’t seem‌‌​ like one at​ all.’

The⁠ emperor Lucian faced‌‌ was worthy of‌⁠‌ the throne. From‍​‌ afar, he had‍ grasped the battlefield⁠ situation, and by‍​​ arriving in person,⁠⁠‌ had restored the‍⁠ imperial authority that‌ Claude had lost.‍‍

Moreover,‍⁠ he subtly hinted​ to the nobles​ not to underestimate‌​​ the imperial family,⁠‍​ then generously showed​ gratitude as a reward for loyalty.⁠‍

‘There‍‌ will be criticism⁠ for moving so⁠⁠ freely, but even‍‌ accounting for that,⁠ he’s a good​‍ ruler. If this​⁠​ weren’t such a chaotic era, perhaps​‍ he’d be worth‍ serving with true⁠ loyalty.’

Then⁠‌‍ why had such‍‍ an emperor handled​‍ the succession issue‌‌ so poorly?

Instead‌‌⁠ of answering that‍​​ question, the emperor‌‍ smiled and made‌‍⁠ another proposal.

“If⁠‌ you don’t mind,‌ I’d like to‍⁠‌ talk to you⁠‍⁠ about a few⁠⁠‍ things. Would you​​ accept?”

“If​ it is Your⁠‍​ Majesty’s wish, I will gladly accompany‍ you.”

Lucian​⁠ accepted immediately.

Beyond​ his family’s interests,⁠ it was a personal opportunity to⁠‌​ form a connection‍​ with the emperor​ — there was​ no reason to⁠ refuse.

The‌‌ allied army, still⁠‌‌ shocked by the​⁠ emperor’s arrival, began⁠ preparing the retreat​⁠‌ more calmly than‍ before.

Soon‍‍‌ after, Lucian was​ riding at the​⁠ front beside the‍ emperor, conversing with⁠​ him.

“I’ve‍ heard much about​⁠​ your reputation. At​​ just sixteen years⁠​ old, the rumors‍ surrounding you are‌‌​ uncommon.”

“They’re​ nothing but baseless‌​⁠ exaggerations.”

“You‍ said my gratitude⁠‍​ was excessive, but‌⁠‍ your modesty is‌ no less so.‍‍‍ It seems the⁠ rumors have already​​‌ proven themselves.”

The‌‌ emperor laughed, continuously‍‌‌ showing his goodwill⁠​⁠ toward Lucian.

Perhaps‌​‍ due to the⁠⁠⁠ good first impression,⁠​ everything seemed to‍ please him.

When‌‌⁠ they approached the‍‍ Horsen River and​​ the attention around‍‍ them lessened, the‍ emperor lowered his​​‍ voice and whispered.⁠

“I’d​‌​ like to ask‌​‍ you something. Are​‌‍ you interested in⁠ the position of​‌⁠ family head?”

“Your‍​​ Majesty, I’m sorry,​‌‍ but matters concerning​‍ my family…”

Lucian​ trailed off with​⁠‌ an uncomfortable expression.​‍⁠

Even​ for an emperor,‍ intervening in the‌⁠‌ succession of House‍‍‍ Valdeck would cross⁠⁠ the line.

The‍​ emperor quickly waved‌⁠ both hands.

“Forgive‌​ me, I phrased⁠⁠​ that poorly. I don’t intend to​ interfere in the‌‍‍ ducal succession. When‌‍ I said family‍​ head, I meant⁠‌‍ something else.”

“Something‍‌ else?”

“Would‍‌​ you be interested⁠‌ in the title‌‍⁠ of frontier marquis,​‌ instead of duke?‌ Someone like you‍‌⁠ could make a name for yourself‍⁠​ as the founder​‌‌ of a new​‍⁠ house.”

“…!”‌⁠​

At‌​‌ that unexpected and‌​​ bold proposal, Lucian’s⁠⁠ eyes opened wide.⁠‌⁠

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