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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 54

Chapter 54

When⁠‌‍ night fell, Lucian‌⁠ addressed the knights.‌

“After‌‍ such intense combat,‌⁠ the soldiers must​​‍ be exhausted. Let’s‌ rest a day⁠‌ in each village‍‍ before continuing.”

“Huh?”‌‍

At‌ Lucian’s sudden proposal,‍‍ Gerard blinked in​‌ surprise.

If​ they marched quickly,‌‍​ they could arrive‌ soon and rest​‌ then; stopping in​‍ each village would​⁠ only needlessly prolong‍ the return. Instead⁠⁠ of easing their​ fatigue, wouldn’t it⁠‍⁠ just make everything​​⁠ slower?

“Third​‍ Young Master, in‍‌‍ my opinion…”

“Shh.⁠ Let’s talk later.‌​​ I have my⁠​ reasons for doing⁠‍⁠ this.”

Lucian‌‍ silenced Gerard by‌ raising a finger‌‍ to his lips.⁠​

Raymond‌‍​ and the other​​ knights, though visibly‌ confused, obeyed without​ protest.

So‌‌⁠ far, Lucian had‍ never done anything‌ without a clear‌​⁠ purpose.

Following‍‍‌ his will, the⁠ Valdeck army decided⁠​‌ to spend the​‌ night in a small village.

“Ah!​‌ Wh-what are you‍​‍ doing here, m-my​ lords…?”

“We’ll‌​ just be resting⁠‍⁠ one night. We’ll‍ pay accordingly, so​ please prepare food‍⁠ for the soldiers.”​⁠

“Y-yes,‍​⁠ yes! I’ll get‍ it ready right​ away!”

The‍ village chief, panicking,‌​ hurriedly gave orders‌ to accommodate the‌​​ soldiers.

The⁠​⁠ place was so‍‍⁠ small it hardly‍ had houses to‍​‍ offer for lodging,​‌‍ but the soldiers,‌ used to such‍ conditions, remained silent.‍⁠‍

The​ villagers, who at​⁠ first trembled in​ fear, calmed down‌ upon seeing that‍ these elite soldiers,‌⁠ with impeccable discipline,‌ committed no looting.‍

“You’d‌‍ better stay at​‌​ my house. It’s⁠⁠ humble, but it’s⁠‍ the best in‌⁠ the village…”

“It’s​⁠ enough. Thank you.”‌‍

As‍​ expected from a small village, the‍ chief’s house wasn’t⁠‍‍ anything grand, but⁠‌‌ it was more⁠‍ spacious than the⁠ others and could​ host over a dozen people.

Once​‌​ inside, Lucian gathered⁠⁠ the knights and‍⁠‌ spoke.

“We’re⁠ not going straight‌‌ to Kelheim. We’ll‌⁠‍ slow down the​⁠‌ march.”

“What⁠⁠ do you mean,​⁠ all of a sudden?”

“Think‍‌⁠ about it. If‍​​ we return to⁠‍ Kelheim right now,​ will anyone recognize‌⁠ our merits? I think most won’t⁠​ even know what‍ happened and will‌⁠‍ just be confused.”‍‍‍

At⁠ those words, the⁠⁠​ knights all nodded.​​⁠

Usually,⁠‌ the details of‍⁠ a war become‌‍ known after the‍‌ reward ceremony, when​‌ rumors begin to‍⁠‌ circulate.

Before​⁠​ that, news also‌ leaks, but only‌ because a good​‍‌ amount of time​ passes until everyone​⁠⁠ gathers at the⁠⁠⁠ imperial palace.

In‌‍ this case, where‌ the army disbanded‌⁠ as soon as​ the war ended,⁠‍ there hadn’t been​​‌ enough time for​ rumors to spread.​

“Rigid​‌​ people think that‍‍​ if they do‌⁠ the right thing,‌ others will eventually‌ recognize it. But‍‌ that’s an illusion.‌ Whatever you do—if⁠ you don’t announce‌ it yourself—no one​⁠⁠ will know.”

“Then⁠​ what you’re saying⁠‌⁠ is…”

“Before⁠ returning to Kelheim,​​‌ I intend to‌‌‌ make it known‍⁠ how this war​​⁠ unfolded. Of course,​⁠​ I can’t say‌‌ it myself, so​ it’ll have to‍‍‌ spread through others.”​‍‌

The​​ knights looked at‍‌⁠ each other, murmuring,‍‍ surprised by an‍⁠ idea they hadn’t⁠‍⁠ considered.

Though‍⁠​ they were all​⁠⁠ nobles and not⁠⁠ ignorant of politics,⁠‌ it couldn’t be⁠‍‍ said that they​ had any particular​‌ talent for it.‌​

While​‍ trying to understand‍​⁠ how they should​ interpret Lucian’s plan,⁠​ the strategist Gerard​‍‍ spoke.

“But‍ wouldn’t that be‌ like airing the‍​‍ imperial family’s dirty⁠ laundry? Even His​‍ Majesty the Emperor⁠ avoided a reward‌ ceremony, so for‌‌ us to go‌ and spread it…”​

“Then,‍⁠‌ Sir Gerard, do​‌​ you think it’s⁠‌​ fine to be​ lumped in with‍ the allied army⁠​​ and treated like‌‍‌ mere losers? Your‍‌ own merit would‌⁠ be buried along‍‌‍ with theirs.”

“Hmm.”⁠

‘Right‍ to the point.’‍

Gerard​​⁠ shut his mouth.​

In⁠‌ a situation like‌‌ this, there was​​ no reason to⁠​ take responsibility for​ what wasn’t his‍‌‌ fault.

It⁠‍​ was already unfair‍‍‍ enough for his‍⁠ merits to be​​‍ buried—there was no⁠⁠ need to carry‌‌ others’ mistakes too.‍⁠

Soldiers‌​⁠ were content with​ material rewards, but‍‌ for a knight,​ reputation was everything.‍

“If‍⁠⁠ you’re thinking that‍‍‍ later, when the‌‌‍ truth comes out,⁠ everything will be‍‍ fine—then you’d better‌ give up on‌​ that idea. My⁠‍‌ other brothers will​​‌ do everything they⁠​ can to bury‍⁠⁠ these merits just⁠⁠​ to keep me‍‍⁠ in check. Remember‍⁠​ this well—this is‌ the last chance‌ to raise your⁠‍ own name.”

The‌ knights, who had​⁠⁠ been hesitating, looked‌‍ at each other‍‍ as if awakening.⁠​‌ One after another,‍‍⁠ they raised their‍ voices.

“As​⁠‍ the Third Young‍‌‍ Master says. If⁠‌ there were no‍​ achievements, that would⁠​ be one thing—but‍ what’s the point​⁠ in hiding the​⁠‌ ones you did​ accomplish?”

“Taking​⁠ blame that isn’t​​⁠ even ours isn’t​⁠ a virtue—it’s just​ stupidity. I’ll follow‍‍‍ the Third Young‌​ Master’s lead.”

“Me‍⁠​ too!”

“Count​ me in as‍ well!”

Since⁠⁠ their own reputations​‍​ were on the​​⁠ line, the knights‌‌​ sided with Lucian‌ without reservation.

He​‍ gave a satisfied⁠‍‌ smile, then rubbed​ his chin, thoughtful.⁠‌

“I’m‌‍‍ glad you all⁠ agree, but the‌ problem is how‌​ to spread the‍‍ rumor without it‌ seeming intentional. Sir‌‍​ Raymond, any ideas?”​‌‌

“It’s⁠‌‍ tough that you’re⁠ asking me. I’m​ better at hiding‌ things from people.”⁠

Raymond,⁠‍ serving as a bodyguard, scratched his​‌‌ neck awkwardly.

It⁠‌ wasn’t that he​⁠ had no experience‍ in covert operations,‌⁠ but it had‌‌ always been about​‍⁠ avoiding attention—not inciting​⁠‌ rumors.

Lucian,‍⁠‍ on the other‍‍‌ hand, had done‌‌ this kind of​​⁠ maneuver many times‍‌​ before, though almost⁠⁠⁠ always personally; ordering​ others to do‍ it was new‍‍⁠ territory.

‘I⁠‍ don’t have a truly reliable assistant,​⁠‍ and I can’t‌‍‍ leave the army‌⁠​ and go around‍​⁠ on my own.​‍​ Besides, with this​⁠​ body, no one‌⁠‍ would take me​ seriously.’

Even‍⁠⁠ if he hid‍ his identity, at‌⁠⁠ just sixteen years⁠‍⁠ old, no one‌‍‌ would fully believe‍⁠‌ what he said.‌‍

To‍‍​ spread rumors, they‌‌ needed someone who‍⁠⁠ looked like they’d‌ seen the ups⁠ and downs of⁠‌ the world.

While⁠​ pondering, Lucian called⁠ for Hugo, who​ had been resting.‌⁠

“How’s⁠⁠ your job as‌ squad captain going?”‍​​

“It’s​ no longer just​⁠‌ a formality. Everyone‌​‍ acknowledges me as⁠‌⁠ captain. Looks like​‌ what I did‍‌ in the last‌​ battle left a strong impression.”

Hugo‍ shrugged proudly. It⁠‌​ was no small‌ thing to gain‌ recognition among elite​ soldiers, not just‍​ street thugs.

“But​⁠‌ why did you‌‌ call for me?‌‍ You said you‍‌ wouldn’t until we‌​​ returned, to avoid​​ rumors of favoritism.”‍

“Actually,​​‍ there’s a problem.”‍

Lucian⁠ explained the situation—he‌​ wanted the rumors​ about the battle​‍‍ to spread as‍⁠‌ naturally as possible,⁠​ but he couldn’t⁠ find the right‍​ person for the‌⁠ job.

Upon⁠⁠​ hearing this, Hugo⁠⁠ smiled broadly and‌‍‌ pounded his chest.⁠​

“You‌​ came to the‌‌⁠ right place. There’s‌ someone under my‌​ command who’s perfect‌​ for this mission.”‌

“You’re⁠ going to do‌‌‍ it yourself? Well,‌⁠ with your background‍ in the underworld,‍‌​ stirring up rumors‌‌⁠ shouldn’t be—”

“No,‌‌ not me. One​​‍ of my subordinates.”‍

“What?‌‍​ A soldier from⁠‌ your squad?”

So‍‍ just a regular⁠‍‍ soldier? Although, considering⁠​ the army gathered​⁠ people from all‍ walks of life,‌‍ it wouldn’t be‌‍‍ strange if someone‍​ suitable was among​ them.

“He‍​‌ dreamed of becoming​‌‌ a bard, but‌ his father told‍ him to stop‌​‌ with that nonsense⁠​​ and forced him‌ to enlist. It​​⁠ seems the soldier⁠​ life doesn’t treat‌ him too badly⁠‍‌ either, but when​ it comes to‌⁠ telling stories—he’s truly​ exceptional.”

Hugo‌‍‍ spoke enthusiastically, claiming​​‌ the guy could’ve​ made it as‌​ a professional storyteller.⁠

Given​​‍ how confidently he​‍‍ praised him, his‍​ talent seemed unquestionable,​‌‌ though Lucian was​‌​ concerned about something‌​‌ else.

“Will‍⁠​ he be able‌⁠ to tell the‌⁠​ story without raising‌​ suspicion? If it’s​ obvious that I gave the order,‌⁠ it’ll be a problem.”

“There’s‌⁠ no need to​ give a direct⁠ order.”

“How‌‌ so?”

“Isn’t‌​ it true that⁠ what men love‍ most is talking​‍ about their own⁠ exploits? With just‌​ any excuse, if‌‌⁠ we send him​‌⁠ to another village,‌‍⁠ he’ll tell the​ whole thing himself.”⁠‌‌

Lucian’s⁠​ eyes lit up.‌‌

Come⁠‌‌ to think of⁠ it, that’s just⁠⁠‍ how people are‌ by nature.

Focused⁠ on the big‍​‌ picture in both​ his past and‌​ current life, he​‌‍ had forgotten such⁠⁠ a basic desire.‌

He‍‍​ himself, in earlier⁠ days, had been‌‍ a rookie eager‌⁠ to boast about‌ his feats.

“Hugo,⁠ as the commander-in-chief,‍⁠ I need to‌​ give you an‍ order.”

“To​‌ me? Not to​‍‌ my subordinates?”

“Lately,​‍​ I haven’t had‍‍‍ much of an‌⁠‌ appetite, but suddenly‌ I’ve got a craving for salted⁠ venison. Take your‍​‌ squad around the‍⁠ area and find⁠‍ the tastiest one‌‍​ you can.”

Hugo‌ tilted his head,‍ puzzled, then smiled.‍​‍

He​⁠​ bowed deeply and‌⁠‌ replied in a casual tone.

“I’ll​⁠‍ go wherever needed,⁠ talk as much⁠‌ as possible, and​​ come back, Commander-in-Chief.”⁠‌‌

***‌‍

Lucian‌​‍ came up with‍⁠ all sorts of‌ excuses to slow‌ the march as‌ much as possible.⁠‍

Meanwhile,‌‌ Hugo and his‌‌ squad scoured every​‍ corner of the‌​‌ Valdeck territory.

“The​ war’s already over?”⁠⁠

“Of​⁠ course! Those guys​‌ broke the Grand​​ Accord. What else‌‌ could we do?‌​ We had to​‍ head back before‌‍‍ they even poisoned‍​‍ the water.”

“Heavens,‍​‌ poison! Are you‍ injured?”

“Injured?​ Not at all!​ On the contrary—we​‍ fought across the‌​ battlefield right beside‍ Lucian!”

Using‍​ the funds Lucian‌​ had given them,‌ the soldiers from‍​​ Hugo’s squad ate,⁠​​ drank, and talked​ freely.

Without​‌ needing orders—and simply​ by not being‌​⁠ silenced—the details of​‍​ the battle poured‌⁠ from their mouths.⁠‍⁠

In⁠​ particular, the soldier​‍ Hugo had mentioned‍‍⁠ showed his full​ storytelling talent recounting‍‌‌ Lucian’s deeds.

“…I⁠⁠⁠ later found out‍‌‌ the First Prince‍ insulted him, telling‍​ him if he‍ was scared, he​⁠ should stay behind.⁠ How could he⁠⁠ say something like‌⁠‍ that? Lucian was‍ only worried about‌​ His Highness.”

“And‍⁠‌ then what happened?”‌

“What⁠ do you think?​‍‌ He had no‌‌‌ choice but to‍⁠‍ stay back. But‍ even so, Lucian‌⁠​ showed his foresight‌ and decided to⁠ follow in secret.‍‍ He just wanted‌​ to make sure​‌​ His Highness arrived​‌⁠ safely at Bodium⁠ Castle.”

“Wow,‌ if they had​⁠ caught him, it​‍ would’ve been direct‍ disobedience.”

“So​⁠‌ did they find‍​ out and punish‍⁠ him?”

“On⁠⁠ the contrary! Just‍⁠ like Lucian predicted,⁠⁠ the signal flares‍ started going off—crackle,‍​ crackle! And as‍‌‌ if he’d seen‌ it coming, he⁠‍ turned and said⁠​‌ in a deep​​‍ voice, ‘It’s time‍⁠⁠ to move.’”

With⁠ some details omitted,‌​‌ the raw truth​‌⁠ spread across the‌‌‌ entire Valdeck territory—the⁠‍​ clash between Lucian‌ and Marquis Bernhardt,‌​ the First Prince’s‍​ incompetence, the breaking‌‌‍ of the Grand⁠ Accord, the rescue​‌⁠ of the allied⁠​​ army, and the‌ emperor’s appearance.

The⁠⁠‌ stories, filled with‌​ drama, made sure​ no one stopped‌⁠‍ talking about the‌ battle.

Eventually,‌‌​ the news reached​⁠ the ears of‌‍​ Grand Duke Sigmund‌⁠ and Lucian’s brothers‌‌ in Kelheim.

“We‌‍ must summon that​ idiot immediately!”

Jordi‌‍‍ spoke to the‌ Grand Duke, his‌ face red with‌‌‍ anger, the veins⁠‌ in his neck⁠⁠ bulging.

“When⁠ a battle ends,‍‌​ a general must​​‍ return immediately to‍ report! And instead,‍ he abandons his⁠ duty and parades​⁠ around flaunting his‌​‌ achievements! What kind​ of foolishness is‍ that?”

“It’s‍‌​ true our brother⁠‌‌ earned merits, but‌⁠‍ the allied army​ was defeated. For​ the Empire, that’s‌​‍ a tragedy. Spreading⁠ news like this‌⁠⁠ doesn’t look good—objectively⁠‍ speaking.”

Joshua‌ added his words,‍⁠ sounding calm, though​⁠‌ irritation seeped through‍ his voice. Tristan,‍​ also in a sour mood, chimed⁠ in.

“Putting‌‍‍ everything else aside,‍‌⁠ this is something⁠ His Majesty wanted‍ to keep buried.⁠‌⁠ Going against that‌​ and revealing the⁠ details can’t be‍​‍ considered wise politics.”⁠

“Hmm.”‍

Faced⁠ with his sons’⁠‌‍ opposition, Grand Duke‌‍​ Sigmund stroked his⁠ chin, thoughtful.

There‌ were certainly questionable‌‌‌ points about Lucian’s‌‌‌ actions. Seeing his​‌ hesitation, Jordi thought‌ his argument had⁠‍​ worked and raised​‍‍ his voice.

“Father,​ you must summon‌‍‍ Lucian immediately and‍⁠‌ scold him in⁠⁠ front of everyone.‍ If this continues,⁠⁠‌ people will idolize‍​⁠ him like a hero.”

“In‌‍⁠ front of everyone?”‍‍

“Yes!⁠‍‍ That way the​⁠ others will also​ see his true‍ face—”

“Tsk!”​

The‍​ Grand Duke clicked‌⁠‍ his tongue sharply​⁠ and shot Jordi‌ a fierce glare.​​‍

Jordi⁠⁠‍ flinched, startled by​​ the sudden change.⁠‍

“W-what’s​ the matter?”

“How​‍ pathetic. I’m not⁠ saying the third‍ son is blameless,⁠⁠⁠ but you’re willing‍⁠ to ruin everything‌⁠ over a petty⁠‍‌ grudge.”

“Eh?”​​‌

“Do⁠‌⁠ you think the⁠‌​ third earned those‌ merits all by​ himself? His accomplishments⁠ also belong to​​ the soldiers and‌⁠ knights who fought‍ with him. And​ yet you want​⁠‌ to humiliate him⁠⁠ in front of​ everyone? The people‍⁠ who risked their​ lives under our‍​ family’s name would​‌‌ be thrilled, I’m‍​ sure.”

“…”‌

Faced‍ with the Grand‌ Duke’s scathing criticism,‌‌ Jordi was left‌⁠​ speechless.

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