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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 53

Chapter 53

‘Frontier‍​ marquis, and not‌‍‌ just any other​‌‌ title?’

Among‌​⁠ border lords, it⁠⁠ was the most⁠ important of all.​‌

The‍ ruler of a key territory, difficult​ to control from​‌ the center.

Because⁠​ of the importance⁠ of his jurisdiction,‍‌‍ the taxes he‍​ paid to the⁠‍⁠ imperial family were‌​ reduced, and the‍‌⁠ restrictions on maintaining⁠ permanent troops were​ virtually nonexistent.

Although​‍​ formally still ranked⁠‌ as a count,‍⁠⁠ the real military‍ power he could‍ possess made it‌ no exaggeration to​‍⁠ say it surpassed⁠‍‌ even that of⁠ a marquis.

Precisely⁠ because of that‍ power and how‌​ difficult it was​‌ to interfere in‍‌​ his position, it⁠ was a title​ the imperial family‌‍ never granted to⁠‌ a lineage they​ didn’t fully trust.⁠​

‘And‍‌‌ why me?’

Even​‌‍ if he had​​⁠ saved the son‍​​ he cherished most,‍‍​ wasn’t it too‌ much?

Even​ combining Lucian’s potential⁠‌‍ and the trust⁠​‍ placed in the‌ ducal house of⁠ Valdeck, it still​​ seemed an insufficient⁠‌ reason to offer⁠ him the title⁠ of frontier marquis.⁠‌‍

“You‌⁠ look like you​⁠ don’t understand why⁠⁠⁠ I’m making this​ proposal.”

“My⁠‍‍ apologies, Your Majesty.”‌‍‍

At‌ the emperor’s words,‍‍ tinged with a slightly playful tone,​⁠ Lucian flinched and‍ immediately bowed his⁠ head.

The‌‌ emperor let out⁠‌ a light chuckle‍⁠ at his reaction.‌​

“No​⁠ need to be‌⁠⁠ so tense. It’s​‍‌ not that I don’t have ulterior​ motives, but it’s‍ not a trap‌ either. As I said before, I’m‍⁠ one of those‍ who believes that‌‍‍ between ruler and​ vassal, nothing is‍⁠⁠ ever truly obvious.”‍⁠

The‌⁠ emperor stopped smiling⁠ and spoke with​​ a serious expression.‌‌⁠

“Unconditional‌ loyalty exists, but​ most of the​​ time only in‍⁠ fairy tales. If​⁠‍ the ruler doesn’t⁠⁠⁠ reward his vassal’s​⁠ achievements, he loses​ their loyalty; and‍ if the vassal‍‍‌ doesn’t handle his‌ ruler’s affairs, he‌‌ loses their trust.”⁠⁠

In‍​‍ other words, if⁠⁠ either fails to‌ fulfill their duty,⁠⁠​ they have no‍ right to complain‍⁠‍ even if they’re‌‌ abandoned.

It⁠‍ meant that even‍ the bare minimum‍​ conditions for a ruler-vassal relationship weren’t⁠‌‌ being met.

“The​ same goes for‍‌ intrigues. When a ruler entrusts something⁠ to his vassal,​‍ he must do‌ so officially and⁠‌‍ provide a reward‌​ corresponding to the​​​ result. Forcing someone‌⁠ into a corner⁠ is a betrayal‍‌⁠ of trust between‍‌ sovereign and subject.⁠‍ Don’t you agree?”‌​

“Absolutely.”‌‌

Lucian⁠⁠ nodded without realizing​⁠ it.

Among‍ all the schemes‍ typical of chaotic‌⁠⁠ times, the most‍ despicable was pretending⁠ to be generous.‍⁠

Pretending⁠ to grant land​⁠‌ only to throw‌⁠‌ someone into the⁠⁠ frontline, or awarding‍‌ a treasure intended‌ to provoke hatred‍‍‌ from another house.​‍

Many‍​​ rulers disguised their​‌​ ill will with⁠⁠ noble words to‍‌ glorify themselves while​‌ pushing others into‌ difficult situations.

‘Using‍​​ that against a rival ruler is​‍ a perfect strategy—double‍⁠‌ the gain. The‍ problem is, not​‌⁠ a few did‌⁠ the same even‍‍ to their own‍ vassals or allies.’⁠‍

Reasons⁠‌‌ ranged from a calculated plan to⁠​‍ eliminate someone to⁠ the petty desire​​ to remove a nuisance without taking​ losses.

Whatever‌⁠ the motive, the⁠‍‌ result was always‌​ the same—chaos worsened.‌

Betrayals‌⁠​ and rebellions grew⁠‌ at a pace​‍ unlike anything seen‌‍⁠ in the past.​‍

At‌⁠ that point, Lucian‌ began to understand⁠ what the emperor​ meant.

“Then,⁠ by granting me⁠‌ the post of‍ frontier marquis, there’s⁠ something you expect​ from me.”

“Actually,‍ two things.”

“If​‍ it’s not too​‍‍ bold, may I ask what they​‌‌ are?”

“Lately,‌‍⁠ the north hasn’t​‌ been doing well.”‌⁠​

At​​​ the word “north,”⁠‌ Lucian’s eyes widened.‌

Not⁠ for nothing—his maternal⁠‌‌ family was the⁠‍ ducal house of‍⁠‌ Grimaldi.

The​ emperor nodded, as​⁠ if confirming he⁠‍‍ understood, and continued.⁠‌‌

“The⁠⁠‍ north has always⁠ been a region​⁠⁠ where imperial authority⁠‌‌ barely reaches. It’s‍​ far, harsh, and​ has a strong‍‍‌ martial tradition. Even​​​ so, until now,⁠ it maintained a decent relationship with⁠ the imperial family.‍⁠ The empire hardly​​ interfered, and the⁠ north integrated without‌⁠ much trouble.”

Lucian‍‍‌ knew the uncomfortable‌​‍ truth hidden behind⁠‌​ those words, but‍ chose not to‌ mention it.

Bringing⁠‌⁠ it up wouldn’t‍‍‍ benefit either the‍ empire or the⁠‍​ north.

Seeing⁠⁠​ Lucian silently nodding,‌ the emperor continued.⁠

“But‍‌​ recently, the situation‌‌ has changed. As⁠​​ forces threatening the⁠ empire rise in‌​‌ various places, the‍‌ north has also​ been swept up‌​ in that influence.”​

“The​‌ north is trying​ to break free‍ of imperial control?”‍​

“Not​‌ exactly. More precisely,‌‌​ taking advantage of‌​⁠ the empire’s attention⁠ being elsewhere, they’re‌ waging territorial wars‍ among themselves. Devouring⁠ each other to⁠ expand their power.”‌‍

Territorial⁠ wars between lords‍​‍ were what the​⁠​ imperial family despised‌‍ most.

Whoever⁠⁠‍ won absorbed the​​‍ loser and became‌‌‌ more powerful.

That’s‍‍ why, when the‌​‌ empire was in‍ full strength, it​​ never allowed such‌‍ conflicts.

After‍​ all, why permit​‌⁠ territorial wars that​⁠ could produce a powerful lord capable‍‍‍ of threatening the‍​⁠ empire itself?

“The⁠⁠‌ problem is, the⁠ imperial family doesn’t⁠‌​ currently have the‍‍​ bandwidth to personally‍​​ intervene and stop‌ these northern wars.​‌ If we intervene⁠​⁠ poorly, it could⁠‍⁠ backfire, so it’s​‌‍ even harder to‍ step in.”

“Don’t‍⁠ tell me… you‍‍‍ want me, not‍ the imperial family,​‌ to control the‌⁠ north.”

“Exactly.”⁠

The​‍⁠ emperor smiled and‌ held Lucian’s gaze.⁠​

“I’ve⁠⁠‍ heard your maternal‍‍ family was the⁠​ ducal house Grimaldi.⁠ At one time,⁠⁠⁠ they were practically‌ kings of the​​‍ north, and a lineage with an‌ even longer history​‍ than the imperial‌ family, weren’t they?”‌⁠

“At⁠‍‍ present, they are‍⁠ an extinct house,‌‌​ which vanished along​‌ with my maternal‌​ grandfather, the last‍​‍ family head.”

“But⁠⁠ you, as his⁠ grandson, have the‌⁠ right to restore⁠ it. No northerner⁠‍⁠ would be able​​⁠ to deny your⁠ authority or that⁠​ of House Grimaldi.”​‌‌

Lucian‌‌⁠ began to understand‍⁠‍ the emperor’s intentions.‍​

If‌‌⁠ Duke Sigmund’s son,‌ Lucian, took control‌‍‍ of the north,​ the imperial family‍⁠ could breathe easier.⁠​

He‌⁠​ would be far‍​ closer to the‌‌​ empire than any⁠ northern lord, and‌ if he received‌ decisive support to​ restore his house,​‍​ his dependence would‌ grow even greater.⁠‌‍

Even‌‌ so, despite all⁠⁠⁠ that, the title‌‌ of frontier marquis‌ still seemed excessive.‍​⁠

There​‌​ had to be⁠​ another, more important‌‍⁠ reason.

“I​⁠ understand Your Majesty’s‍ intentions. Then, what⁠ is the other‍‍ reason?”

“…”⁠

At‌⁠‍ Lucian’s question, the‍‍ emperor didn’t answer‍ with the same‌‍ ease as before‍‌​ and hesitated for‌‌ a long while.‍‍⁠

Lucian⁠ waited in silence,​ until the emperor‍‍ finally spoke in‍‌‍ a grave voice.‍‌‌

“Once‌‌ you become a frontier marquis… would​‌‍ you publicly declare‍ your support for‌ my son… for‍‍‌ Claude?”

***‍

‘As‌​‌ expected.’

A bitter smile appeared‌⁠ on its own.​

The‌​ stabilization of the‌⁠⁠ north was just⁠ a bonus; the‍ true reason was‌‍ to create a personal guard faction.​

After⁠​​ seeing Lucian’s performance‌‌ in this war,⁠​​ it seemed the⁠⁠ emperor wanted him​‍ at his son’s‌​⁠ side.

“I​⁠⁠ admit that Claude​ is not entirely​ dependable. But understand​‍ that people are​‍​ beings who grow.”​

“Of‌ course I know.​​‍ There’s an old⁠⁠ northern proverb that​‌ says even the​⁠ smallest grass snake,‌‌​ given time, can‌​‌ become a giant‍‌‌ dragon.”

“It’s‌‌​ a good proverb.⁠ Exactly right, as‌​⁠ you say.”

The​ emperor smiled with⁠ satisfaction at Lucian’s‍⁠‌ words.

In⁠‌⁠ truth, that proverb⁠ meant that if‍ you leave an‌‌ enemy alone when‌‍ they’re still weak,⁠ you might regret⁠‌‍ it later—but there​‍​ was no need​‍ to clarify that.​​

“However,​ Your Majesty, though⁠ I am deeply‍ honored, I have‌⁠⁠ no choice but‍ to refuse that​ proposal.”

“What?”​

At​‍‌ Lucian’s refusal, the⁠​⁠ emperor widened his‍​ eyes.

Rather​⁠‍ than being offended,‍​ he seemed unable​ to believe someone‍⁠‌ would turn down⁠⁠​ the title of‍​ frontier marquis.

For‍ the first time,‌ the emperor lost‌‍‍ his composure and‍ spoke urgently.

“Do​ you truly understand‍⁠​ what I’ve proposed?‌‌​ What I offer​‍ you is nothing‍​ less than the‍ frontier marquisate.”

“Of‌ course I know⁠‍‌ how immense the⁠⁠ authority of a frontier marquis is.‌‍⁠ But I have‍‌ not yet renounced⁠‌‌ my right as‍‌ heir to my‍‌ father. I haven’t⁠⁠⁠ even shown all‌‍ of my capabilities‌ yet—how could I run away just​‍‍ because the competition‌‍ feels heavy?”

Lucian​​ tried to persuade‌ the emperor with‍‍‌ words that were‌‌⁠ half lie and⁠‌​ half truth.

In‍⁠‍ reality, he had‍ no desire to‌​ prove himself—but the‍ right of succession‌‌​ to House Valdeck‍‌‌ was more important​‍ to him than​‌​ anything else.

As​​​ long as he‍ didn’t give up‍ that right, he⁠⁠⁠ could use it‌ as a universal‍⁠‍ excuse applicable to⁠​ any situation during‍ chaotic times.

As​ tempting as the​​​ title of frontier​⁠ marquis was, giving‍‌ up that “justification‌​ machine” was too​‍‌ costly.

“Moreover,‌⁠‌ no matter how‌ much authority the⁠‍‌ name of House⁠​ Grimaldi may carry,‌⁠⁠ the entire north⁠ will not accept‍⁠ me so easily.⁠​ A certain degree‌ of military strength‍ will be necessary,‍ and I don’t​​‌ have it.”

“Wouldn’t‍‍‍ it be enough‌ if I provided​‍‍ you with support?”⁠​⁠

“As​ Your Majesty said,‌ the north is‍‌⁠ a region with‌ a very strong⁠​ martial spirit. While‍⁠ it’s not necessary​ to rule by‌⁠​ one’s own strength‍‌ alone, if I openly show that‍⁠​ I depend on‍ imperial support, no​‌ one will recognize‌ me.”

“Hmm.”‍‍

At‍‍‌ that rebuttal, the​‌ emperor fell silent.‌‌

Considering‌ the nature of‌‌ the north, that⁠⁠⁠ made sense.

“Finally,‌‍‌ if the crown⁠‍‌ prince doesn’t see‍​ me favorably, then​⁠‍ even if I swear loyalty first,‌⁠‍ it will be‌ meaningless. It might‍‍ be disrespectful to​​‌ say so, but​​ I wish to⁠ serve someone who​‍​ truly desires me.”‍‌

“Hehe.”‌‌⁠

At​‌ that spot-on comment,‌⁠​ the emperor let​⁠ out a bitter​‌ laugh and then⁠‍‌ sighed deeply.

“Yes,‌‌​ that’s right. There’s⁠‌ no point in​ giving a precious‍​⁠ sword to someone‌⁠ who only stores​ it away. I’m‍⁠​ sorry. I believe​​​ I said something⁠ thoughtless.”

Beyond‍‌ his desire to​⁠ strengthen his son,‌ the emperor also​ seemed to understand​​‍ Claude’s shortcomings well.​‌

Even‍‍ so, unable to​ let go of​‍ a sliver of⁠⁠ hope, he looked​​⁠ at Lucian with‍​⁠ a face full⁠​ of yearning.

“But‍‌‍ even the smallest‍‌​ grass snake, given‌‍⁠ time, can become⁠‌ a giant dragon.​ Isn’t that right?”‍‌

“As​ Your Majesty says.”⁠‍

“This‍‍ has been a truly worthwhile conversation.⁠ I hope we‍ can talk again⁠‍ someday. If I approach you again‌​​ in the future,​ don’t hold it⁠ against me.”

The​⁠ emperor smiled, joking‌​⁠ in the liveliest‌⁠ way possible.

Sensing‌‌ that it was​ a deliberate gesture‍ to dispel unease,‌‍‌ Lucian returned the‌‌ smile and bowed⁠⁠⁠ his head.

The⁠ only thing he‍​ could do for⁠‌​ an imperial family‍‍⁠ already leaning into‌⁠ decline was to‍⁠ hide its bleak​ future.

***​​‌

After⁠​ confirming that the‌ allied army had‌‍⁠ moved far enough⁠​ from the border​‌ and reached a safe zone, the‍​ emperor gathered the‌ lords again and‌⁠ spoke.

“It‌ seems we’re safe‌‍ now, so I will return to⁠ the imperial palace​‍​ first along with⁠ my sons. Normally,​‌ you would visit⁠ the capital to‍⁠‍ receive rewards for‌⁠ merit and then​⁠ disband, but I don’t believe that’s​ necessary this time.”‍​‌

At‍⁠ the emperor’s words,⁠⁠ the other lords‌‌​ nodded.

The⁠⁠ battle had been​​⁠ too brief, and‍ most carried only⁠‍​ the burden of‌ defeat.

The‍⁠‍ only one who​ had achieved a clear merit was⁠​‍ Lucian, who had​‍‌ saved the crown⁠ prince—but even that‌ couldn’t be made‌ public without limits.⁠⁠

If⁠ too many details‌‌ were revealed, Claude’s‍​ foolishness would also​‍ come to light,‌‍ damaging the imperial​‍​ reputation.

It​​ couldn’t be hidden​⁠ entirely, but there‌ was no need‍ to gather just​⁠ to expose embarrassment,⁠ so disbanding here‍‌‌ was best.

“I​ regret not being‍​‌ able to properly⁠ reward you despite⁠‍ your merit. A reward should be‌⁠‍ given, but under‌ the circumstances, I will compensate you‍⁠ separately in the⁠⁠‌ future, without fail.”⁠

“Just​⁠‍ hearing those words​‌‍ is more than​‌ enough.”

Lucian‍ responded sincerely to‍ the emperor’s apology.⁠⁠‌

The⁠‍ fact that the‌⁠‍ emperor acknowledged his⁠‌ merits and personally​​⁠ made them known‍ was already enough​ to consider the‍ goal of this⁠‌‌ campaign fulfilled.

Even‍⁠​ so, the emperor‍ did not leave‌ until promising several​ more times that‌‍ he would reward⁠​ him.

Then⁠​​ he gathered the​​ crown prince, the‍⁠ second prince, the‌​‍ imperial soldiers, and‌ the Red Wing‍ Knights, and shouted.‌​

“The‌​ master of the‌‍‍ Blue Path calls​‍ you, come. In‌​⁠ accordance with the‌‌​ oath, he calls‍ you, come. The‌ blood of the‍ dragon calls you,‍ come.”

“…?”​

The‌​ lords looked at‍​‌ each other with​​ uncomfortable expressions at​⁠‌ that strange scene.​⁠ What on earth‍‍ was he doing‍‌ now?

Whoosh!⁠

“Ungh!”​‍

“A⁠⁠ circle… in the‌​‌ air…!”

The‌ lords watched in‌ horror as a massive circle appeared,‍​ connecting this place​‍ to somewhere else.‍‌

Even​⁠ Lucian was greatly⁠⁠​ surprised to witness⁠⁠ such large-scale magic‍‌‍ for the first‍​⁠ time—but the crown⁠‍‍ prince and second‌⁠‌ prince seemed even​ more shocked.

‘Even‍ the princes didn’t‍ know?’

“Hurry!⁠ The path won’t‌ stay open for​‌‍ long!”

While‍ Lucian was still⁠⁠ stunned, the emperor‍ shouted at the‍⁠ stunned soldiers.

Led⁠‌ by the knight​ order, the imperial⁠ soldiers rushed to‍ cross to the‌‍ other side of‍⁠‌ the circle.

Fortunately,⁠‌ the open space​⁠​ was large enough,‍⁠ so the transfer‍‍‌ didn’t take long.‍⁠

When‌‌ the last soldier‌ dove into the⁠ circle, it shrank‌ in an instant.‌​

With‍⁠‍ a sound like​ a bursting water‌‍‍ balloon, the space​ closed—and yet the‌⁠ lords took quite​​ a while to‍⁠ react.

Some⁠ even approached the‍‍‍ spot where the‌ circle had opened‍ and felt the‍⁠ air with their​⁠​ own hands.

Marquis‌ Bernhardt muttered to‍ himself while staring​⁠‌ at the spot‌​ where the emperor‌‍‌ had departed.

“No⁠​ wonder His Majesty​⁠‌ arrived so quickly.‍‌ So he had‌ a method like‍‍ that.”

“Hmph.”​

A grunt escaped from‌ the lips of​​​ the noble faction,‌ led by the‌⁠⁠ marquis.

It‌‍‍ seemed the fact‍⁠​ that the imperial⁠‍‌ family had kept​‌ such power hidden‌​⁠ had shaken them‌⁠ deeply.

While⁠‍‍ all remained silent,​⁠ Lucian stepped forward⁠‌​ and spoke to‍ the lords.

“Then,‌‍ as His Majesty‌⁠ instructed, let us‍​‌ disperse here. I will return to‍⁠⁠ Kelheim. I wish‍​ you all a safe journey back.”​⁠

With⁠​‌ a brief farewell,‍‍ Lucian led the​‌‍ troops of House⁠ Valdeck and separated⁠‍ from the allied⁠ army.

Due‍ to the breach‌‌ of the Great‍‍ Agreement and the‌​‍ defeat, the general​⁠‍ mood was poor—but‍‌‌ Lucian was the⁠⁠​ exception.

In‍‌‌ fact, it could​‌ be said that‍⁠ the only true​​ victor of this​‍​ war was him.‌⁠

‘Excellent.‍‌ I’ve gained far​​⁠ more than I expected.’

In​​‌ this war, Lucian​ had demonstrated foresight‍⁠‍ by predicting the​​ breach of the​‌⁠ Great Agreement, crushed⁠⁠ the marquis—his political⁠ enemy—and saved the‌⁠ crown prince’s life.​‌

Even​ if only half​‌ of this story⁠ spread, there would‌ be no one‌‍ on the continent‌​​ who didn’t know‌ Lucian’s name.

On​ top of that,‌​‍ he had forged⁠​ a personal bond​⁠‌ with the emperor—an‌⁠‍ unbeatable reward.

‘Best⁠ of all, I showed a confrontational‌⁠ stance toward the⁠ crown prince, yet​ still took all⁠​⁠ the benefits. I wonder what expressions​‍⁠ my brothers and​‌‍ their wives will‍ make.’

In‌ this war, Lucian‌ was never seen‍⁠ as part of​‍ Claude’s faction.

On‌‌⁠ the contrary, he​ opposed him by⁠ pointing out his‌ foolishness and earned‍​ his dislike.

He​⁠ saved the crown​​‍ prince and gained⁠ fame, but left‌‍‌ no room for⁠ it to be⁠​‌ misunderstood as loyalty.‍‌

What‌⁠‍ would those brothers‌‌‍ who didn’t want​‌‌ to get involved‌​⁠ with the crown​‌‍ prince say when‌ they heard this?⁠‍‍

Lucian‍ held back the‌​​ corners of his‌ lips that kept⁠ rising and made‌ his way toward⁠ Kelheim.

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