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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 58

Chapter 58

About⁠‍⁠ the alchemist Haide,‌⁠‍ what was publicly‍ known was almost​⁠ nothing.

At‍​​ most, his place​‍ of birth, his⁠‌ appearance, and his⁠​‌ age. For being‌ the developer of​‍ the Nectar, it‍ was an oddly‍⁠ scarce amount of‌ information.

Although⁠‌ countless people launched‌‍ investigations into his‍​ past, that was‍ all they found.‌⁠

‘Because,​​‌ aside from the‌​ development of the‌ Nectar, he had​‍⁠ nothing that could‍⁠ be called an⁠‍‌ achievement.’

He​ came from a fallen family and​​​ was a low-ranking‍​ noble who, due‍ to a series‌⁠ of coincidences, ended​​ up entering the‌​‌ path of alchemy.‌‍​

Then,‍⁠ with the support‌‌⁠ funds from the‍‍ Empire, he repeated‌‌‌ countless developments and⁠ failures until, purely​​‌ by chance, he​​‌ managed to create‌​ the Nectar.

Thanks⁠ to that, he‍⁠‌ enjoyed immense glory​‍​ for a short‌‌​ period, but died​ young for unknown‍‌‌ reasons.

Although⁠​ there were some‍ suspicious aspects to​ his death, aside​‍​ from that, it⁠‌‌ could be said‌‍‌ he was a fairly ordinary alchemist.‌⁠‍

‘At‌⁠​ first glance, he‌ seems exactly like​‍ the general assessment…’‌

“Why⁠ aren’t you answering?‌⁠ If someone says​​⁠ their name, the⁠⁠ least you can⁠‍‍ do is introduce​‍ yourself too.”

Haide‌⁠‍ snapped with obvious‌⁠‌ irritation upon noticing​​ Lucian’s scrutinizing gaze.‌‍⁠

Lucian​⁠​ realized his lapse⁠‍⁠ late and smiled​ again.

“Apologies.‍​‍ I’m Lucian Valdeck.”‍⁠

“…Valdeck?‍ That Valdeck?”

“I​‍‍ don’t know which‌​ Valdeck you mean,⁠‍ but we use​ a lion as​⁠​ our emblem.”

Haide’s​⁠ face, which had​⁠ been tense, immediately‌ turned pale.

He⁠‌ straightened up hastily⁠​ and bowed deeply.​

“I’ve‍‍ been rude to⁠ a young man​ of the Valdeck⁠‌⁠ family! I… that‌‍ is…”

“Calm‌‍ down. I don’t‍ intend to scold‌‍‍ you for what‍ just happened.”

“Th-thank​‍‍ you!”

“If​⁠ you’re grateful, how⁠⁠​ about we have‍ a little chat?”​

“A‍ chat…?”

“About​​ alchemy and, while​ we’re at it,​‍ about the recent⁠‌‌ atmosphere in the​‌‍ capital.”

Lucian​​‌ took control of‌ the conversation as‍‍⁠ naturally as possible.​‌

Fortunately,⁠‌ his conversation partner‌⁠​ seemed weak in‍⁠‌ the face of‍ power and status.‌​ If he kept‍‍ pressing, it wouldn’t‌ be hard to‌ extract information.

“I’ll​ answer anything! Just‍⁠‌ ask, please!”

Thinking⁠ it was a chance to regain‍ lost points, Haide‍​ nodded repeatedly.

After‌ thinking for a moment, Lucian decided​⁠ to start with​⁠⁠ what interested him⁠‌​ most.

“How’s⁠ the atmosphere lately‍ in the alchemists’⁠ guild?”

“Huh?​‌ The guild’s atmosphere?​‌ Same as always.”⁠⁠‍

“Are‌​⁠ you sure there‍​⁠ haven’t been any⁠ changes? No new​ production methods, or​‍‌ discoveries of different‌ effects in herbs?”​⁠

“Umm…”⁠‌‌

Although‍⁠⁠ Lucian was as​ direct as possible,‍⁠​ Haide’s reaction didn’t⁠‌​ change.

In‍ fact, after thinking‌‌ for a long​​​ moment, he shook​⁠‌ his head as​​ if he truly‌‍‌ didn’t know anything.‌​

“There’s​ none of that.‌⁠​ People keep trying‍ new things, but‍‍‍ it’s all failures,​‌ one after another.‍‍⁠ If there had‍‌ been any success,‍‍ I would’ve heard‌​‍ about it by‍ now.”

“I‍ see.”

Lucian⁠ nodded calmly, but‍ inside he was‌⁠ quite puzzled.

In​​ his past life,‌⁠⁠ the alchemists’ guild‍ began hoarding moonlight‍ herb within about​‍​ three months.

And‍⁠‌ now he said⁠‌‍ there hadn’t been‌ any success yet?‍

“Then,‌‌​ how’s the recent​ atmosphere in the⁠ capital? Aren’t people⁠​ uneasy because of​‌ the war?”

“Well…‍ I was in‌​⁠ another city until​ recently. At least‌ when I left,‌⁠ nothing special had​ happened.”

Having⁠ gained little, Lucian‍⁠​ changed the direction‌​ of his questions.‍

More⁠‌‌ than concrete information,‍​⁠ he now wanted⁠⁠ to understand what​ kind of person⁠ Haide was—how much‌⁠⁠ he cared about⁠​ the Empire’s current​ situation and how‌‌ he thought things⁠‌ would develop.

They​‌⁠ were small questions,‍‌‍ but a person’s‌‍‍ values are often‍​ revealed in such​​ details.

‘To‍​ understand someone, the‍‌‌ first step is‍⁠‌ to know how⁠ they think.’

If​‍⁠ the Haide in‍‌ front of him‍‍ was truly the⁠⁠⁠ developer of the‍​⁠ Nectar, sooner or⁠‌​ later he would⁠‌ have to recruit​ him as a talent.

***​​

After⁠ a good while​ of questioning, Lucian​‌ couldn’t hide his‌‌​ disappointment.

‘What’s‌​ with this guy?‍ All his answers‌​ are “I don’t‍‌​ know.”’

Most​​⁠ of what came​‌ out of Haide’s‌​​ mouth was “I​ don’t know” or‌​‍ “I’m not interested.”⁠‍‍

It⁠ could be called​​⁠ the typical political​‍‌ indifference of a scholar, but it‍ didn’t quite seem‌ like that. A true scholar, at‍‍ the very least,‌ would have a clear grasp of​⁠‌ everything related to⁠‍​ their field of‌ study.

However,​‌​ Haide didn’t seem‌‍‍ the least bit⁠ interested in how‍​ the world worked.‍

‘This‌ isn’t academic detachment—it’s‍ simple complacency. As⁠⁠ long as the⁠⁠ Empire’s money keeps‍‌ coming in, he‌‍ doesn’t care about‍‌‍ anything else.’

“D-did​​​ I say something⁠⁠⁠ wrong?”

Haide‍​ asked nervously.

Lucian⁠​ then realized he‌‍ was frowning.

“No,⁠ no. It’s just‍‍‌ that my throat‌⁠‌ got dry.”

He‍ said it offhandedly,‍‍ but his tone⁠‍ had already shifted‌‌ to a distant,‍ formal manner.

His​ assessment of Haide‌‌⁠ had dropped several‍‌⁠ levels.

“Let’s​ return to the‌‌‌ main topic, then—alchemy.‍ I heard you‍​‍ personally made that​‍⁠ potion. Did it⁠‌ have good results?”⁠⁠‌

“Ah,​‍‌ of course! This​ is confidential, but‍ I recently changed‍‌‌ some ingredients in‌​‌ a few potions‌⁠ and found several⁠ interesting reactions.”

As‌ the topic shifted‌​ to alchemical research,​ Haide began to‍​ speak enthusiastically about⁠‌ his discoveries.

He‍​ seemed eager to⁠‌⁠ recover his lost‌⁠‌ image, but as⁠‌ he continued explaining,‌​ Lucian’s evaluation dropped​​‌ even further.

‘It’s⁠ all recycling of‍‍‌ already known effects.​ He didn’t even​⁠⁠ form a hypothesis‌⁠ before starting. Calling‌ it an experiment​‌​ is a stretch—he’s‌‌​ just mixing things​‌ randomly and watching​⁠⁠ what happens.’

Lucian​​​ didn’t know much⁠​ about alchemy, but‍‍‍ he did understand⁠‍⁠ that developing a new method required⁠‍ prolonged research.

This​‍ man wasn’t even‍ searching for anything​ new—he was just‍‌‍ repeating already-known effects.⁠‍‌

He‍ might have been⁠ hiding something, but⁠‍ with how loose‌​ his tongue was,​​​ it didn’t seem⁠‍‍ likely.

“One​ last question, if​⁠ I may. What​‍ do you think⁠⁠ of the moonlight⁠ herb?”

With‌​ a small sliver‌ of hope, Lucian‌‌⁠ asked the question.‍⁠⁠ Haide tilted his‌ head, surprised, but​‍⁠ answered with complete‌‌⁠ honesty.

“It’s‍‍ just a medicinal‌ herb that’s good‍ for the body.​ Sometimes people try‌ to use it​​ in alchemy, but‍⁠ it’s nonsense. There’s‌​​ no bigger waste‍ of time than‍‌ reusing an ingredient​ that’s already been‍​ thoroughly studied.”

***​

“A​‌⁠ pathetic guy.”

Back​⁠ in his room,​‌​ Lucian let out​​ the complaint without‍‌ realizing it.

The⁠‌ supposed developer of​ the Nectar, Haide‌​ Forbor, was utter‍ garbage.

“Research⁠‍⁠ just as a formality to collect⁠ imperial subsidies, and​⁠ if something good⁠‌​ comes out by‌‍ pure chance from‌ randomly mixing things,‌⁠ then they say‌‍ it was a stroke of genius.‍ That’s what they⁠ call a scholar​⁠ now?”

“He’s‌ just an average‍ alchemist. No need‍‌‌ to be so‍‍‌ disappointed.”

At​ Raymond’s words, Lucian‍‍ gave a bitter‌​​ smile.

After​⁠⁠ all, he was‌⁠ just a typical‌ alchemist of this‌​ era. If it⁠ weren’t for the‌ fame he had⁠‌ in Lucian’s past⁠ life, he wouldn’t​⁠ have been disappointed⁠ at all.

‘Then,‍‍‌ if it’s not‌⁠ him who the​ hell is the⁠‌ real one? No—wait.⁠‍ Why did that​ guy end up‌ being known as​ the developer of‌‍‍ the Nectar?’

If​​ everything continued as​ in his previous​⁠ life, in about‌‌ three months the​ alchemists’ guild would‌ begin sweeping up‌⁠‍ all the moonlight‌‍ herb in the​‍​ empire.

In​​⁠ other words, by⁠‌⁠ this point, there‍ should already be⁠‌ a result worth⁠​ presenting to the​‍ world.

But‌​​ there wasn’t a trace of such​ a result in​‍ Haide.

‘If‌‌‍ he started researching‌​ now, there’s no​ way he could‍​​ produce anything presentable‍​‍ in such a short time. So‌‍ that means he⁠ stole someone else’s‍‍ work.’

The⁠​ problem was, Haide‌ seemed quite content‌ with his current‌ life.

Stealing​​‍ someone else’s research‌ achievement meant risking⁠⁠ your life.

Even⁠⁠‌ if he pulled‍ it off, the⁠‍‍ robbed alchemist wouldn’t‌⁠‍ stay quiet.

Would‌‍⁠ someone so lacking⁠‍ in ambition really‌ risk their life⁠ for that?

‘Well,‌‍‍ I’ll find out‌‌ from now on.’‍⁠‌

Fortunately,⁠​ there was still‍⁠‌ plenty of time⁠⁠ to find the​ real developer.

The‍‍ next morning, Lucian‍​ left the inn‍‌ early with Raymond,​‌⁠ heading toward their​ destination.

They​ were already quite⁠⁠⁠ close, so it⁠‍ looked like they‌​‌ could reach it‌⁠​ in a single‍ day.

“Now⁠​ that I think‌⁠‌ about it, isn’t⁠‍⁠ this your first‍⁠​ time coming to⁠‍⁠ the capital, Third⁠ Young Master?”

“Yes.​ It’s the first.”‌

Not⁠ even in his‍ past life had​‌ he visited the⁠ capital of the⁠⁠ empire.

When⁠‍​ he finally had‍​‍ the opportunity to⁠‍⁠ do so, the​‌ age of chaos‌‍⁠ had already begun,‌⁠​ and the entire‌​ capital had become​⁠⁠ extremely dangerous.

Even‍‍⁠ if he had‍⁠ gone, after several⁠⁠‍ siege battles, the‌‌‍ place would’ve already‌ been half in‌⁠ ruins.

“To⁠​⁠ be honest, I’m⁠⁠⁠ a little excited.⁠ They say it’s⁠ the jewel of‌‍ the empire. Is⁠ it grander than​‌‌ Kelheim?”

“Rather‍‌ than grander, I’d‌⁠​ say it’s more‌⁠ beautiful. Ah, there​⁠⁠ it is.”

Raymond‍ pointed to the‌‍⁠ walls visible in‍‌‌ the distance.

At‌ first, they looked‌ whitish, but as​⁠ they approached, their​ shape became clearer.‍‌‍

‘White?’⁠

The​​ pure white walls‍ reflected the sunlight‍⁠ with a blinding​‌ brilliance.

At⁠⁠ the same time,​​​ the numerous carvings‌ etched into them‌‌​ formed different figures‍ depending on the‍ angle of the⁠‍ light.

More​​‍ than a defensive‍‌​ wall, it looked⁠ like a massive​​‍ work of art.⁠‍⁠

Seeing‌‍‌ Lucian’s astonished expression,‌‌​ Raymond smiled.

“The‌​ White Wall of‌‌ Tibron, the capital​‍ of the empire.‍​ Isn’t it beautiful?”‍‌

Lucian⁠ couldn’t deny it​‌‌ and nodded.

***‌​⁠

The⁠​ closer they got,‌⁠ the wider Lucian’s‍⁠ eyes opened.

Not‌⁠⁠ only because the⁠‌ wall looked even⁠ more impressive up​‍⁠ close, but also⁠ because there were‌⁠ no joints between⁠‍ the stones.

The⁠ surface was so⁠​ smooth that it‌ seemed a ladder‌​ would simply slip⁠‍ off if you​​‍ tried to lean‌⁠ one against it.⁠‍

‘Is​‌‍ it even possible​​‌ to conquer a fortress like this?​ How on earth‌‌⁠ did they take​⁠​ it?’

“They⁠‍‍ say those carvings⁠ aren’t just decorations,‍‌ but magic circles.⁠​ That if an⁠‍ enemy gets close,‍‌ the magic activates‍‍ and repels them.”‍‍​

Raymond‌ whispered the information⁠⁠ into Lucian’s ear‌‌ as he stared​ at the wall,⁠ stunned.

It‌ already looked like​⁠ an impregnable fortress,‌‌⁠ and on top​​ of that, it‍‌ had built-in magic.​‌ Lucian let out‍‍⁠ a disbelieving laugh.‌​‌

“Is‌​​ that true?”

“Just‌‌ rumors. To be‌ honest, I didn’t‌‍ believe them either…‌ but after seeing‍⁠ His Majesty use‍​​ magic so openly‍⁠ in front of‍ everyone…”

Raymond⁠‌⁠ trailed off.

Before,​ it might’ve been‍‌‌ something to laugh​⁠ at, but now‌​‍ it was hard‌‍⁠ not to think​ twice.

As‍⁠ they chatted about​ trivial things and‍ approached the gate,‍⁠​ Lucian suddenly stopped​​ in his tracks.​⁠‌

“What’s‌ that line?”

He​​​ was startled to​‍⁠ see a long‌ line of people.‍​⁠

With​‍⁠ such a massive‍⁠ gate, was there‍‌‌ really a need‌ to wait that​‌⁠ long?

But‌‌ Raymond smiled like⁠⁠‌ it was completely⁠​ normal.

“After‌​‍ all, Tibron is‍​ the capital, so​‌⁠ they put a lot of effort‌‌⁠ into identity verification.‍‍ Still, the line⁠‌‍ should move quickly.⁠​‌ The guards aren’t‍‍‍ usually that strict.”‍​​

According‍‌‌ to Raymond, merchants⁠ and craftsmen who⁠ frequently visited the‌ capital usually passed‌⁠‌ inspections fairly easily.‌‍‍

With‌‍‍ so much traffic,⁠⁠⁠ if the rules‌​‌ were enforced to⁠ the letter, everything​⁠⁠ would slow down​​‌ too much.

“If‌ you’d like, I could reveal your⁠⁠​ identity and request​​ that we be⁠‍ allowed in first.”⁠

“No.⁠​‍ Let’s wait for‍ now. If everyone‌ else is lining​​⁠ up and we‍ cut ahead, we‍‌​ might draw too⁠ much attention.”

If⁠ it were an‌ official act on⁠‍⁠ behalf of the⁠‍‌ family, there’d be‌ no doubt.

But‌ this trip was‍​ a personal visit‌‍‌ by Lucian. He⁠​ didn’t want to​​ attract unnecessary stares​ or reveal his‍⁠ identity.

Even‌⁠ if he had‍‍‌ to eventually identify​​ himself to the​‍ guards, at least‌ he wouldn’t draw‌‌ everyone’s eyes.

With‌‍‌ that settled, Lucian‍⁠ stood alongside Raymond​‌​ at the end⁠ of the line.‍

And‍⁠ three hours passed.‍​

“…It​​​ hasn’t moved at‌​‍ all.”

“That’s‍ strange. Why’s it​⁠​ taking so long?”‍​⁠

Under​ Lucian’s sharp gaze,​‍ Raymond subtly turned‍‌ his head and⁠ muttered.

After‍‍⁠ three hours, the‍​‍ line had barely​‌⁠ moved; most people​⁠⁠ were still waiting.⁠​ At that rate,⁠⁠‌ they wouldn’t even‌ make it inside‍‍ before the gates⁠‌‍ closed.

“Looks⁠‌ like it’s your​‌ first time coming‌‍​ since the war.”⁠⁠​

A merchant who had​‌ overheard their conversation‌ approached to explain‌‍⁠ the situation.

It‍‍ seemed he took‌ them for a provincial master and‌​ servant visiting the‌⁠‍ capital after a long time.

“Since‍⁠ the recent rebellion,‌⁠⁠ inspections have gotten‌ very strict. Now⁠​ it takes forever​ to get in.​‍ With a line‍⁠ like this, you​​ won’t get in⁠ today.”

“What?⁠⁠‍ Then why are​​ you still in‌‌ line?”

“Even‌‍⁠ if I don’t‌‍​ get in today,⁠‌‍ if I stay‍‍‍ in line until‍​ tomorrow, I’ll eventually‍‍‍ make it. Lately,​‌ when the gates‍ close, people just⁠ sleep right here‍ and continue the⁠​ next day.”

The⁠ merchant even showed⁠‍​ them the sleeping‍⁠ bags he had‍ brought. Seeing them,‌‍‍ both were speechless.‍

Sleep⁠⁠⁠ outside on the‍‍ ground and then‍ go back to‌ lining up?

“If‍⁠ you want, I can sell you‍‌​ one of the⁠​ sleeping bags I brought. I happen‌​​ to have two​ extras.”

“Huh…‍ that…”

Sensing​‍​ a business opportunity,⁠​ the merchant pulled​‍‌ out two sleeping⁠⁠‍ bags from his‌ mule’s luggage. When​‍‍ he didn’t get⁠​​ an immediate answer,⁠‌‍ he figured they​⁠ were hesitating and‌‌‍ added.

“Don’t‍‍‌ worry about anyone‍‌‌ cutting in while​‍ you sleep. These⁠‌ days, the knights​​ patrol day and‍​ night. If they​⁠‌ catch someone skipping​​​ the line, they⁠​⁠ send them straight‍​ to the back.”‍

The‌ merchant pointed behind‌​‌ them.

Turning⁠ around, Lucian and⁠⁠ Raymond saw several‌ knights indeed patrolling​ the line with​⁠ hawk-like eyes.

At⁠‌​ that moment, one‍ of the knights‍⁠ near the front‍⁠‍ locked eyes with‍ Lucian.

He​‍‍ blinked once—then suddenly⁠‍ his eyes widened⁠‍ in horror.

“Duke‌‍ Lucian?! What are⁠‍​ you doing here?!”⁠

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