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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 57

Chapter 57

For‍ a noble, the​‌ butler is an​‌ existence that indirectly​‌ symbolizes their status.‍⁠

If‍‌ it’s a son‌ who hasn’t inherited‌‌ the family yet,⁠ or a low-ranking⁠ noble with a minor title, there’s⁠ no need to​​‍ hire a butler.⁠‍

The‌‍⁠ level of visitors‌⁠ usually isn’t high,‌ so having servants​ attend to them‌ is enough. However,‍‌ when one’s status‌‌ rises and they‍​ begin dealing with‌‌‌ high-ranking figures, the​ situation changes.

“Because⁠⁠ in that unbreachable⁠ wall between commoners​ and nobles, it’s‌‌ easy to make⁠ mistakes.”

As​‍ rank increases, so⁠​ too do the⁠​ rules of etiquette‌ that must be⁠ followed.
From the basic​​​ greeting, to the​⁠ terms used, the​⁠⁠ posture when taking⁠⁠ leave, and even​​ how to walk‌ silently.

No⁠‍⁠ matter how experienced⁠​⁠ a servant may‍​ be, without specialized‌​‍ training, there’s no‌⁠⁠ way they can​​‍ know all those​⁠ details.

“In‌​ the worst case,​ one could treat‍‍ a guest of‌​​ higher rank than⁠⁠ their own lord​‍​ improperly and cause‌ a huge problem.‍ Whether a vassal⁠⁠ or a servant,⁠‍ someone who serves⁠ a sovereign is,‌⁠‌ essentially, the face‍‌​ of that sovereign.”‌‌

In‍ such situations, what’s⁠ needed is a butler.

An‌​​ employee of low-ranking​​⁠ noble origin, rigorously‍ trained in etiquette​⁠⁠ and with some‍‌⁠ understanding of politics.‍

Knowing‍‍ the noble world⁠ well, if trustworthy,‌ they could even‍ respond to most​⁠ emergencies.

If‌ dealing frequently with‍ high-ranking nobles, hiring​ a butler was‌ practically essential.

“Young​​ master. Me, a butler? What are‍‌ you talking about‌​ all of a sudden? Maybe you​‍⁠ misunderstood something?”

Hans,‌⁠‌ after blinking blankly‍‍ for a while​‍‍ at Lucian’s words,​ asked again.

He​‌​ wore the expression‍‍​ of someone who⁠ had heard the‍‌‍ impossible.

“Misunderstood?⁠‍​ I’m the one‍ who requested they​⁠‍ start your butler‍⁠ training.”

“But⁠⁠​ aren’t butlers only‌‌ for nobles? I’m⁠‍ a commoner.”

“I‌​‍ know. That’s why‍ I’ll have to​⁠‌ elevate you to‌⁠‌ noble status later.”​​

Hans’s‍‌ eyes widened like⁠​ saucers. Become a noble without earning​ military merit?

“I-Is‍ that possible?”

“With‍ a title, yes.⁠⁠ Starting from the‌‌‍ rank of count,​‌‌ it’s possible to‌​‌ elevate a commoner⁠​ to a minor⁠‌ baron. There’s a limited number of‌‍ promotions per generation,⁠​‌ so it can’t‌‌ be abused.”

In‌‍ other words, even​⁠ without merit, a noble of count‍ rank could elevate‌⁠ someone if they⁠ wished.

Even‌ so, battlefield achievements‍ were usually required‌ for two reasons:‍⁠ to prove the‍​⁠ person was truly⁠ capable, and because‍⁠​ if they didn’t⁠‌‍ earn recognition from​ others, they wouldn’t​‍​ be treated as‍‌​ a true noble​ anyway.

It‍ was pointless to⁠ promote someone if⁠‌ everyone still saw‌‌​ them as just‌‍​ a lucky commoner.‍‌

“Well,‌⁠‍ that rule mostly​‌ applies to nobles⁠‌‌ of knightly origin.‍⁠ But for a butler serving the‌ head of a family, it doesn’t‌⁠‍ matter as much.”‌

Knights​​‌ needed outside recognition,⁠‌⁠ but a butler‌⁠ only needed to‍‌ maintain the trust‌ of the family‌‍‌ head.

After‌‍‍ all, what use‍ was outside fame‌‌ to a butler⁠⁠‌ who only handled‌ internal affairs? If⁠​ they gained too⁠ much fame, they’d‌⁠⁠ only raise suspicion‍‍ within the household.‍

For​‍​ a butler, the​‍‌ head’s trust was​ worth a hundred⁠ times more than‌​ useless fame.

“So‍⁠ learn well. You’ll⁠​‌ sleep a little‌⁠‌ less, but if‌‌ you want to⁠⁠ keep helping me‌ in the future,‌​‍ you have to‌‌​ start learning now.”‍‍​

“Y-Young‌​ master…”

At‍ Lucian’s smile, Hans‌​​ felt a lump‍​​ in his throat.‍​⁠

He‌‍⁠ had thought his‍​⁠ master was starting‍‌ to forget about​ him, yet here‍⁠‍ he was, even⁠​ planning to raise‌ him to nobility.​​‍

The‌⁠‍ guilt for having‌​ doubted his master,‍​‍ mixed with the​⁠‌ emotion from receiving​​⁠ such an undeserved‍‌‌ favor, left him‍‍‌ speechless. In the‌ end, Hans managed​‌‌ to speak, bowing⁠​ deeply.

“I’ll‌ never, ever disappoint‍ you. I’ll learn‍‌‍ properly and become‍‌ someone who’s truly‍⁠‌ useful to you,⁠⁠​ young master. Please⁠‍⁠ wait for me.”‍‌‌

“I‌​⁠ hope so. But‌​ don’t overdo it.‌‌ If you collapse​​‍ before you learn⁠ everything, you’ll just⁠⁠ cause me trouble.”⁠

Lucian‍‌ responded lightly, but​‍‍ Hans was completely​‍​ serious.

If‍‌‍ he wanted to⁠⁠ keep up with⁠‍ a master who‌ kept rising higher‍ and higher, he​ would have to⁠ run with all⁠⁠​ his strength too.‍

***‍

Unlike​ previous trips, Lucian’s‌ escort on his‍⁠‍ way to the‌ capital consisted solely‌ of Raymond.

Even‌ considering that Raymond​‌ was a Black‍ Lion, it was‌‍ a surprisingly small​ group.

However,‍​ neither the duke‍‍ nor Lucian himself​​ paid it much​ mind.

Not​​ only because the⁠‍‍ distance was short,​​ but because the​‍‍ route was exceptionally‌​⁠ safe.

“Who⁠ would dare mess‍​ with the road‍ between Kelheim and⁠ the capital? They’d‍‍ have to be‌ crazy.”

On‌⁠ one end was‌⁠ the center of⁠ the Valdeck family’s‌⁠ duchy, and on‌​ the other, the​‌ imperial capital. Both‍​‌ territories were connected‍‍⁠ by a well-maintained‍⁠ road, with posts‍ and guard stations‌ built at regular​‍ intervals.

Attacking‍‍‌ someone on a road like that?‌⁠ Just for the⁠ honor of the⁠‌ duchy and the​⁠⁠ imperial family, it⁠ would most likely‍‌ result in immediate​‍ execution.

“In‌‌ fact, if we’re‍⁠‌ talking just about⁠‌⁠ safety, the road​ to the capital⁠⁠ is safer than⁠ the capital itself.⁠⁠‌ Inside there are⁠ swindlers, pickpockets, and​ thugs—but here, that‍​ kind of person‌​​ doesn’t even exist.”‍⁠⁠

The⁠ fact that Raymond,​ who rode beside​ him, joked like​‌ that said it‍‌‌ all.

As‍​ expected, the journey​⁠ was peaceful, and‌‍ Lucian and Raymond‍⁠ soon arrived at‍‌ a village relatively⁠‍‍ close to the‌ capital.

Perhaps​‍‌ due to its‍​ proximity, though it‍‌‌ wasn’t quite a city, it was​⁠ large for a village and had‍ a fairly luxurious‌ inn.

“Give⁠‍⁠ us the best⁠‌‌ room. Since my​ escort needs to‍ stay with me,​⁠ make it a double room, not‍⁠​ a single.”

“Understood,‍⁠ sir! When would‌‍ you like your​⁠‌ meal served?”

“After‌‍ the bath. Prepare​​ the water.”

“Then‌‍‍ I’ll heat the⁠‌‌ water right away!”‌⁠‍

The‌‌​ innkeeper accepted Lucian’s‍ request with a diligent attitude.

From‍ the way he‌ bowed, it seemed​ he’d already dealt​‌⁠ with plenty of​​ nobles.

Once‍⁠​ inside the room,‌‌⁠ Raymond spoke as‌⁠​ if he had‌​ just remembered something.‍​⁠

“Now‍‌‍ that I think‌‌‍ about it, I heard you came⁠​ to the capital⁠‍ looking for someone.‍⁠ Who exactly?”

“An​ alchemist.”

“Huh?‌ An alchemist? Aren’t⁠​ those the guys⁠​⁠ the imperial family​‌‌ already squeezed dry‍ of all their​​‌ secrets, leaving them⁠⁠ just a husk?⁠ I doubt you’ll‌⁠​ get anything useful.”‌⁠⁠

At‍‍ Raymond’s honest opinion,‌ Lucian gave a bitter smile.

At⁠ that time, the​ status of the⁠‌⁠ alchemists’ guild really⁠‌ was as low‌⁠ as Raymond said.‌​

“Just​ in case, don’t⁠⁠‌ say things like‌‍ that in front​ of alchemists. These‍​‍ people only have‌‌‌ their pride left—take‍ that away, and‍​‍ they might just⁠ drop dead.”

“So‍ what if they‍‌‌ do? Even necromancers⁠​​ ditched them for‍‌ being useless.”

By‌‌ “necromancers,” Raymond wasn’t​⁠‌ referring to actual​⁠​ black magic users,​‍ but to the‍​ mages who rebelled​​ 300 years ago.⁠⁠‍

Back⁠ then, the alchemists‌⁠⁠ didn’t join the​ rebel mages—they sided‌​‌ with the imperial‌‍ family, and thanks⁠ to that, they‍‍‍ were able to‍​ continue existing as‍​ a recognized school.‌

The⁠‍ alchemists’ guild often‍‍‌ recounted that story‌‍‌ with pride, but⁠​ people usually just‌⁠ scoffed.

“They⁠ say it was‌⁠⁠ out of loyalty,​​‌ but that’s nonsense.⁠ Since the other​​ mages didn’t consider‍⁠ them part of‍⁠ their own, they⁠‍​ had no choice‍‍‍ but to side​ with the imperial‍ family. Loyalty? Yeah,‌‌‌ right.”

Mages⁠‌ saw alchemists as​ “talentless people who‌‌​ just imitate magic‌ with medicine” and⁠‍ looked down on⁠ them.

Even‌​‍ now, when the‍‌ prestige of mages​ had dropped significantly‌ after the rebellion,⁠‌‌ that attitude hadn’t‍‌⁠ changed—so back in​ their heyday, it⁠ must’ve been even‍⁠​ worse.

Not⁠‍ even the rebel‌‌ mages invited them​ to join the‌ rebellion, which showed‍ just how low​‍ they ranked.

“If‌‌ they at least​‌ contributed something useful⁠ to the world,‍ maybe they’d earn‌⁠⁠ some respect—but nope.‌​‌ They’ve been living‌⁠​ off the imperial​‌‌ family’s support for‌‍‌ centuries without doing‍⁠ a thing, so‍​‍ they deserve the‍ criticism.”

They​ hadn’t improved the⁠⁠​ effects of existing​ potions or created‍​ anything new.

All​ they did was​​ slightly increase the⁠‍​ purity of already-invented‌⁠ potions.

To​ make things worse,‌ the formulas had‌‌ long since been‌‌⁠ handed over completely‍ to the imperial⁠⁠ family, so even​‍​ if the alchemists‍‌ disappeared, it wouldn’t‌ matter much.

“It’s​​ been a while⁠​‍ since I heard​​ opinions so typical⁠ of this era…⁠⁠ hard to get⁠ used to.”

Lucian⁠‌ smiled bitterly at⁠ Raymond’s complaints.

At⁠ that point in⁠‍ history, the treatment​‍ alchemists received was‌‌ exactly as Raymond​ described—parasites clinging to⁠​​ past glory, doing‌​ nothing.

And⁠‍ yet, that evaluation‌‌ would be completely‍ overturned in just‌ a few months.⁠

“Don’t‍​‍ tell me you’re⁠ thinking of hiring⁠⁠ an alchemist to⁠‍ develop a new‍‌ elixir.”

“No,​ it’s not that,‍⁠⁠ so don’t worry.‍​‌ I’m not investing‌ in something with‌ zero chance of​‍​ success.”

At‌​ Raymond’s suspicious glance,‍​ Lucian answered sincerely.⁠​

What‌​ he was looking⁠ for wasn’t a reckless genius who⁠‌ took wild risks,‌ but rather the‌‌ opposite—he didn’t want​‍ someone dulled by‌‍⁠ routine and fear.‍⁠​

And‌ just as Raymond⁠ had said, most​‌ current alchemists fell‍‌ into that latter⁠ category.

“Besides,‍ if there were⁠ really conditions to​‌ develop a new⁠​‍ elixir, the guild⁠‍ would be the‌‍ best-equipped place. If‍ they haven’t achieved​ anything there, there’s‌⁠‍ nothing more to​‍​ say.”

“Exactly.‌‌ With all those​ imperial-funded facilities, who‍​ knows what they’re​ even doing…”

“But‌‍ no matter how​‌ rotten an organization⁠⁠ gets, I doubt‌‍⁠ all the adventurous⁠⁠⁠ spirit has completely⁠⁠ vanished. We’ll start⁠​⁠ by visiting the‍​ guild and—”

Crash!‌

— What kind of⁠‍ nonsense are you​⁠⁠ spouting?!

The‌‍​ shrill voice from‌‌​ downstairs interrupted Lucian.⁠ Clearly, some kind​ of commotion had⁠‌‍ broken out on‍ the ground floor.‌

“Looks‌⁠ like trouble.”

“Should​⁠‍ we check it⁠‍ out?”

“Let’s‍ go. If we‌ leave it, who​ knows how long⁠ it’ll drag on.”⁠​

Noble‌‌ pride often led⁠ to extreme confrontations.‌

Left​‍‌ unchecked, such things‍​ usually got worse‌⁠ rather than calming‍​ down.

In​ those cases, it‍​⁠ was best for‍​‌ someone of higher⁠‌‍ rank to step‌ in as soon⁠ as possible.

“I⁠​​ didn’t want to⁠⁠⁠ reveal my status,‌​ but it’s better​‍ than getting into‌‍‌ a worse mess⁠ trying to hide⁠ it.”

Just‌‍ in case, Lucian⁠⁠ took his weapon​‍‍ and headed downstairs.⁠

***‌​

“Why⁠​​ are you saying‍ you can’t accept⁠ this?! Do you‍​‍ even know how‌‌​ much this is‌ worth?!”

“How‍ should I know?​‌ I’ve never seriously‌⁠ used potions.”

“Then‌‍⁠ ask someone else!‌‍⁠ If you sell⁠‌ it, it’ll cover‍ a month’s lodging!”‌

“Even‌ if you say‍‌ that, I’ve never‍‌ sold anything like​⁠ this before…”

Lucian‍⁠ saw the innkeeper⁠​⁠ drenched in sweat,​⁠ struggling to deal⁠⁠‍ with a customer.​

The​⁠‌ shouting man was⁠​​ waving a potion⁠ bottle in his‍‌ face.

From​⁠ the looks of⁠​ it, he was​‌‌ trying to pay⁠⁠‍ for his stay⁠ with that potion⁠ instead of money.‍⁠​

“You‍‍⁠ blind fool! This‌​ potion contains lunar‌ sugar, pearl dust,‍​ and silk scales!‌ Materials you’ll never‌‍ touch in your‍ entire life!”

Hearing‍‍ that, Lucian and‌ Raymond exchanged glances.⁠⁠⁠ The man had‍ just admitted he⁠⁠‌ made the potion‌​‌ himself.

And⁠⁠​ on top of‍​ that, the ingredients‍ he listed were⁠ true luxuries.

There​‌ was only one‍ profession capable of‍​‌ obtaining such materials‍‍‍ to craft potions.​

“Looks‌​ like that guy’s‍​​ from the alchemists’‌ guild.”

“They⁠ say if you‌ talk about a beast, it appears.”‍

Lucian⁠​ smiled wryly and‍⁠‌ approached the two⁠‌‍ arguing men.

No⁠​‍ matter how much​​​ the man seemed⁠ down on his‍‌ luck, if he⁠ belonged to the​​ guild, he had⁠‌ to have inside‌ information.

Hearing‍‍⁠ from someone like​​​ that before even​‌ reaching the capital‍ wasn’t a bad⁠​⁠ idea.

“That’s​ enough, calm down.‌ Forcing the issue‌⁠ doesn’t look good.”⁠‍​

“And​ who are you‌⁠‍ to butt into‍ someone else’s business…?”​

The⁠ alchemist, about to‌ explode, paused when‍‍‍ he noticed Lucian’s‍​‌ clothes.

They​ weren’t flashy, but‌‍ the material was‌ clearly high quality.‌

“From‍⁠ the looks of⁠‌ it, you need​ to pay for​​​ lodging. I’ll take⁠⁠‌ care of it.​​‌ In return, could‍​ you tell me‍ a little about‍ alchemy? From what⁠‍​ you’ve said, you‌​ seem quite knowledgeable.”⁠‍‍

“Ahem…​ If you insist…”⁠

Realizing‍‍‍ he wouldn’t get⁠‍​ anywhere continuing the‌⁠ argument, the alchemist‌⁠ backed down.

When‌‍‍ Lucian dropped a few shiny gold‌‌ coins into the​​ innkeeper’s hand, the​ man nearly bent‌ double at the‌ waist.

“Thank​⁠‌ you! Thank you‌​ so much, my​‍ lord!”

“It’s​​⁠ fine. Bring the‍ food to the‌​ second floor. I’ll‌⁠‍ cover this man’s‍​ bill, so don’t⁠ worry.”

“Yes,‌ right away! And​ the water for‍‌⁠ your bath…?”

“Later.”‍‌

After‌‌ sending the innkeeper‍​⁠ off, Lucian led‍⁠‌ the alchemist upstairs.‍​‌

Once‍‍​ out of sight,⁠​​ the man cleared‍⁠​ his throat several‍⁠⁠ times.

“Ahem…​ So, what exactly​ would you like‌⁠ to know about‌​ alchemy?”

Seeing‍ how the man⁠ dove straight into​‌ business without even‌​⁠ offering thanks, Lucian⁠‍ let out a small laugh.

It‍ had just been⁠‌ a random question,⁠‌ but the man​⁠​ clearly thought, “It​‍​ was a deal,‍ so I don’t‌‍‍ owe him anything,”‌‍​ protecting his pride​‌‍ that way.

“Let’s‌⁠‌ introduce ourselves first.​‌‍ We don’t even⁠‍ know each other’s​ names.”

“You’re‍​⁠ right. My name‌​⁠ is Haide Forbor.​​‌ And yours?”

The​ moment he heard​‍ that name, Lucian’s​⁠​ smile froze.

It⁠‌ was the only​​ alchemist’s name he⁠⁠⁠ remembered from his‌‌ past life.

‘Haide​⁠ Forbor—the creator of‍ the Nectar.’

The​⁠ man standing before‍‍‌ him had just​‌​ introduced himself with⁠ the name that​⁠ would one day‌​‌ become legend.

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