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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 61

Chapter 61

“P-please,‌ drink.”

Clack,‌⁠ clack. The boy‍ placed the tea‍​ in front of​ Lucian and Raymond‌ with trembling hands.⁠

Lucian​‌ didn’t spare the‌‌‌ cup a single⁠ glance; he kept‍ his eyes fixed⁠​ on the boy.⁠

‘Is​⁠ this boy really‌‍​ the developer of‌⁠‌ the Nectar?’

Lucian‍‍ also knew that⁠ age and ability‌ didn’t always go​​‍ hand in hand.‍⁠

At​ times, geniuses comparable‍‍‌ to Felicia could‍ emerge even in​‍ other fields.

But​ swordsmanship, which heavily​ relied on instinct​​ and perception, and‍⁠‍ academic disciplines, which‍ demanded vast knowledge,​ were two different‍ matters.

Considering​ that, the boy‌ in front of⁠⁠ him was far‌‍ too young to‍‌‍ call himself an‍ alchemist.

“What’s​ your name?”

“Huh?⁠‌‍ I-Ian.”

“How⁠‍ old are you?”‌

“Seventeen…”​

“You’re‌‌​ young.”

Lucian​​‍ voiced his impression⁠‌ bluntly. Beside him,⁠⁠​ Raymond leaned in‌‍ and whispered.

“Young‌‍⁠ master, did you⁠​‌ forget your own‍⁠‌ age?”

“…”​

Lucian​ discreetly ignored the⁠​ comment and asked‍ again.

“Are​ you Haide’s assistant?‌‌⁠ Or his disciple?”‍

After‍​ hesitating for a moment, Ian replied​⁠‌ with a gloomy⁠ expression.

“I’m…​‌‌ a disciple candidate.”⁠⁠⁠

“What?⁠‍‍ If you’re a disciple, you’re a disciple. What’s with​⁠ this ‘candidate’ business?”⁠​

“Master​⁠ said I’m not‍⁠ officially a disciple‍​‍ yet. That if‌⁠​ I help him⁠ properly, he’ll promote​‍‌ me later.”

“Ha…”⁠‌

Lucian‍ let out a dry laugh, understanding‌‌ the situation.

‘If​​⁠ he acknowledges him⁠‍ as a disciple⁠ right away, he‌ can’t manipulate him⁠ freely. That’s why​⁠⁠ he keeps him​‌‌ in an ambiguous‌‍ position—to pressure him.’‍

The⁠ more Lucian learned‍⁠ about Haide, the⁠‌‌ less he liked​‌ him.

After‍‍‌ thinking for a moment, Lucian decided​​⁠ to get straight‍⁠‍ to the point.​‌‍ If the other⁠⁠ wasn’t even a formal alchemist, there​⁠⁠ was no reason‌‍‍ to beat around‍‍ the bush.

“I‍ recently met Haide​⁠ outside. I was‌‍ interested in Moonlight⁠​⁠ Herb and wanted‍‍ to ask him⁠⁠ a few things.⁠‌​ But rather than​ disinterested, he mocked‌ it.”

“…”⁠‌⁠

“To⁠⁠‍ be honest, I was disappointed. I thought he’d know‌​ something, being an⁠‌ alchemist. In the‌ end, I was​⁠ just going to​ buy the Moonlight⁠‌​ Herb and leave.”‍‍

Lucian‍ paused and looked⁠ at Ian with‍​‍ a meaningful expression.‍​​

“Turns⁠‌‍ out there are⁠​ records showing he​ bought Moonlight Herb⁠‌ on the very‍​⁠ day we met.”‌​⁠

“…”‌​

“I​‍ don’t like interfering​​ in other people’s⁠ matters, but using⁠​ your master’s money⁠⁠⁠ for personal use‌ is a problem,⁠​⁠ no? Especially when‍‍‍ that money comes‍‍⁠ from state subsidies,​ tied to His‍⁠ Majesty the Emperor.”⁠‍‍

At‍⁠ the word “Emperor,”‍‌​ Ian turned pale.​⁠ Lucian tilted his‌⁠⁠ chin slightly, prompting​​‍ him to explain,‌⁠⁠ and the boy​‍​ spoke awkwardly.

“A-as⁠⁠ I said before,‌ it’s a misunderstanding.⁠​‍ Master authorized all‌‌‍ of it…”

“He‍ authorized it? Haide‌‌ told you to‍⁠ use his money‍ however you wanted?”⁠‍⁠

“He​ said I could‍ use it for‍​ alchemy. That as‌‌ long as there​ were results, it‌​ didn’t matter.”

Lucian⁠‍​ could picture it‍⁠ with the imperial⁠‌ subsidy, the portion‍‍ Haide couldn’t use​‍ for personal expenses‌​⁠ was dumped on‌ the apprentice.

If‌ something decent came​ out of it,‍‍ he could just‌ claim it as⁠​‍ his own.

Still,⁠ something didn’t add‍‍ up.

“All‌‌​ that amount?”

“…”‍⁠

“I‌​‍ doubt it. With‍‍ that quantity, doesn’t‌‍ it far exceed​‍‍ what he would’ve‌ allowed?”

Even‌​ allowing a disciple⁠‌​ to use part⁠ of the funds‌‍ had limits.

Judging​‍ by the purchase⁠ volume, it was​‌​ clear even the‌ portion Haide usually‌ skimmed for himself‌⁠ had been spent.‌‍

Ian,⁠ as if struck​ in just the‍ right spot, lowered‍ his head with‍ a resigned expression.‍​

“Are‌ you going to​ tell Master what‍‌‍ I did?”

“That⁠​​ depends on your‌‌⁠ answer. First, I want to know‌​ where all that⁠⁠ Moonlight Herb went.”‌

“Well…”⁠

“Body​ enhancement through mana​​ amplification.”

“…!”​

“From​ what I see,‌ the ingredients would⁠⁠ be Moonlight Herb,⁠‌ Red Thorn, Winged​ Lantern, among others.‌ Right?”

Hearing‌‍‌ the ingredients listed​ so precisely, Ian⁠​ began to tremble.‌‍⁠

Raymond,‌​​ not fully grasping​‌ it, tilted his⁠‌‍ head.

“What​ are you talking⁠ about? Judging by⁠⁠‍ the names, they‌‌ sound like potion‍⁠​ ingredients.”

“More​‌‌ like a medicine‍⁠‍ capable of changing⁠ the world. If‌⁠ successfully completed, even⁠ the most mediocre⁠​⁠ would go down​‍‌ in history as‍‍ a prodigy.”

“S-someone​‌​ else already researched‌‌ this before me?”⁠‌

Unable‌ to contain himself,⁠‌⁠ Ian took a step toward Lucian.​​

Raymond‌ immediately reacted, pressing​​‍ the scabbard of​‍​ his sword against‌ Ian’s chest, but‌​‍ the boy didn’t⁠⁠ seem to feel‍ pain and tried​‌⁠ to get even‌​‌ closer.

Lucian‍‍⁠ nodded and, gently​​‍ pushing him back,⁠⁠ continued.

“Yes.​‍ It was left‌​ incomplete. And among‍‍ the other ingredients‍‍ was Stem Flower‍​ and…”

“Stem‌‍⁠ Flower!”

At‌‍​ those words, Ian​⁠ recoiled as if​​⁠ struck by lightning.‍‍

“How‍⁠⁠ did I not‍ think of that?!​ Of course, if​ I mix in​‌ Stem Flower, everything‌​ will be resolved!‍ How didn’t I think of that…?!”⁠⁠

In‍ his frenzy, Ian‍ tripped on the​‌ leg of a chair and fell‍​ to the floor.⁠‍

However,‍‍ as if he⁠‌‍ didn’t feel any‌‌ pain, he got​​ up immediately and‍⁠‍ ran upstairs, desperate​‌​ to test what⁠⁠‌ he had just​ realized.

Lucian⁠‌ watched his back‌‌‍ in silence and‌ let out a bitter smile.

“Let’s​ go up too.”​‍⁠

“Is‌‌ it okay? This‌‍​ is someone else’s​⁠‌ house.”

“When‍ scholars get like​ that, there’s no‍ stopping them. If‌‌ we wait, he‍‌ won’t come down⁠​ even after finishing.”​

The‍⁠ true scholars Lucian​ had known were‍ always like that—consumed⁠​⁠ by curiosity and​‌‌ the urge to‌‌ test their hypotheses,‌‌ they abandoned everything‌​​ else to focus⁠ solely on research.‌

Without‌⁠​ someone to rein​‍⁠ them in, expecting‍⁠ them to show‌‍‍ restraint on their⁠‍ own was pointless.‍⁠

***⁠​

“Bah,⁠‌​ well.”

Lucian‍​⁠ clicked his tongue​⁠ as he entered⁠​‍ the laboratory on​​ the second floor.‍

Small‍‌‌ papers covered in⁠‍ notes were stuck​⁠ everywhere, and large​‍​ sheets were piled‌‌​ here and there‍‌⁠ with a thickness‍⁠⁠ comparable to several⁠ books.

On⁠‍ top of that‌​ were empty ink‍ bottles and quills⁠ strewn across the‌​ floor, while crumpled​‌ and discarded research‌​ journals occupied an‍ entire corner.

The​‍‍ absurd part was⁠‌‌ that, in the‌ middle of all‍​‍ that chaos, the‌‍​ medicinal ingredients and‍ some potions were‍‌ meticulously categorized.

“This‌‍ is incredible. Who‌ would believe this‌ is the lab⁠‍ of a seventeen-year-old‍‍ boy?”

Not‍‌​ even a formal⁠ alchemist would research‍‍‌ with such obsession.‍

As⁠‍ he walked through​ the lab and‍​‍ flipped through the​ records, Lucian glanced‌​‍ over at Ian,‍⁠ who was rushing‍⁠ back and forth.‌

“Please…⁠​ please… let it⁠‌‌ work…”

Ian​ murmured as if‌⁠ praying, watching the​‌ glass flask that⁠‌⁠ was being heated.⁠

A pungent smell began⁠ to rise from⁠⁠ the vessel—the same​‌ reaction Lucian had‌‍ seen when he⁠‌‍ had made the‌​​ degraded version of⁠ the nectar.

“Yes…⁠‍ when the smell‌‌⁠ intensifies and the⁠​ potion turns red…”‍⁠⁠

Lucian⁠ smiled as he‍‌‌ watched the flask,‌⁠ but suddenly his‍ eyes widened. The‌‍ sharp odor disappeared​‍ all at once,⁠​ and instead, a fresh aroma filled⁠⁠⁠ the laboratory.

The‌‌ liquid, which was​​ supposed to turn‌‍‍ red, gradually changed​⁠ to a deep‌‍ blue and began‌ to emit a soft glow.

“What​‍⁠ is that? Wasn’t‌⁠ it supposed to​​ turn red?”

“I-it‌​‌ worked! It really⁠ worked!”

Unlike⁠ Lucian, who was⁠‍ bewildered by the‌‌‍ unexpected reaction, Ian‌ was jumping with​ joy, tears in​​‍ his eyes.

He⁠ stopped the heating,​‌‌ took the flask‌ out, and stared‍‌ at the result,‍‍ dazed.

While​⁠‍ Lucian remained still,​‍⁠ overwhelmed by the⁠ energy, Raymond approached⁠⁠‌ and whispered.

“Young​ master, what the‌‌‍ hell did he‍⁠‌ just make?”

“Why‍​‌ are you asking⁠⁠​ me?”

“Look⁠⁠⁠ closely. The magic⁠⁠ is resonating around‍‌‌ that liquid.”

Alarmed,​ Lucian focused on‍ the magical energy.​‌ Indeed, around the⁠⁠⁠ potion, magic spread‍‌‍ in waves, as​⁠ if it was‌​‍ rippling through the⁠⁠ air.

“This‌ makes no sense…”‍⁠‍

No⁠​‍ one had even‌​⁠ drunk it yet,‍ and the potion’s​‍‍ magic was already​​ palpable. He couldn’t‍‌ imagine what would‍‍‍ happen upon ingestion.​

At​ that moment, Ian‍​‍ tilted the flask⁠‍‌ toward his mouth,‍ and Lucian was​‍ horrified.

“You’re⁠ insane! Stop!”

Smack!⁠

“Kgh!”​​

Lucian‍‍ struck him sharply‌ on the back‍​​ of the neck​‍​ and snatched the‍⁠ flask away. Ian‍⁠ looked at him‍‍ with a hurt​‌ expression.

“W-why​‌⁠ would you do‌​​ that?”

“You’re‌ the crazy one!‌ Why would you​​⁠ drink it just⁠⁠‌ like that?”

“It’s​‍ a clinical trial!‍ If the potion‌ is complete, we‌​ have to test​ its effects!”

“Honestly…”‌‌⁠

At‌ Ian’s overly confident​​‌ response, Lucian frowned.​

For‌​‌ a scholar—not a knight—to swallow such‍‌ an extreme medicine‍ was far too​⁠ risky. If he‌​​ couldn’t endure the​‌‌ effect, it could⁠‍ backfire terribly.

“At​‍⁠ the very least,‌⁠ someone who’s already‌ opened their mana‌ pathways should take⁠‌⁠ it.”

“Give​​ it back! I have to test⁠​​ it!”

Lucian‌​‍ pushed Ian aside,​ who tried to‍⁠‍ leap again, and​ said.

“If‌​ a test is‌ needed, I’ll do‌ it. You watch.​‌‌ What if you‌​ take it with‍ that weak body⁠ and die?”

“Huh?‍ Really?”

“Young​ master!?”

Raymond‍​‍ looked at him‍ like he might‍​ faint. The energy⁠‍ was overwhelming, and‌‍ yet he was​‌ planning to drink​​‌ it without knowing‍ its effects?

“Are​ you out of​ your mind? Stop!‌⁠‍ If it needs‌⁠‍ testing, I’ll do‌‌‍ it instead.”

“No,​⁠ you can’t.”

“Why‍⁠ not?”

“Because‍‍‍ I’ll be fine,‌​ but you won’t.”‌‍⁠

“That‍‌ makes no sense…!”‌

Raymond​ glared at him,‍ furious, but Lucian​​‍ had no better​⁠ way to explain.​

It​‌‌ was a matter​ of constitution.

“In⁠‌ my body, any‌‍‍ excess magic will⁠‌‍ be expelled on​​ its own. But​​ not in yours.‍​ No matter how​​ much you’ve trained,⁠⁠ your magic paths⁠​‌ can’t be as⁠‍​ clean as mine.”​

Magic​⁠ overload or rebound⁠‍‍ happens when excess‍ can’t be properly​ expelled.

In⁠​ Lucian’s case, that⁠‌ was virtually impossible—his⁠‌​ pathways were too​​‌ wide and pure,‍‌‌ and any anomaly⁠⁠ would instantly dissipate.‌

“Maybe​ it’s arrogant to‌⁠ say… but perhaps⁠​​ this is a potion only I can drink.”

Lucian⁠ felt a strange‌‍‌ thrill as he⁠‌‍ gazed at the‍ blue liquid, which‍ might be the‌‌ prototype of the‍ nectar.

What‌ would happen if‍ a medicine no⁠​‍ human could withstand‍‌ met the one⁠‍‌ human capable of​ enduring it?

“Young⁠‍ master!”

Raymond,‌‍‍ seeing that words‍​⁠ weren’t enough, shouted‌ and lunged toward⁠ him. But Lucian​​‌ had already made‌‌‍ his decision and​ let the blue⁠ liquid flow into‌ his mouth.

When‍‍ Raymond grabbed the⁠​⁠ flask, only a drop or two​ remained—the rest had‌‍ already gone down‍⁠​ Lucian’s throat.

“Damn‌ it! Spit it‌‌‌ out right now!​⁠ Do you even⁠‍⁠ know what kind​‍ of thing you‍​‌ just drank…!”

Before⁠‌ Raymond could force​​‍ his mouth open,‌​⁠ a blinding explosion​ of magical energy⁠‍​ burst from Lucian’s​ body and shook‍⁠⁠ the entire laboratory.‌

BOOOOM!​‍

The⁠ violent magical surge​‍ turned the lab‌‍​ upside down.

Papers⁠‍ flew into the‍‍‍ air, glass bottles⁠ shattered, and shelves‍​​ fell like dominoes.⁠

Faced‌⁠⁠ with the storm-like‌​ force, Raymond clenched‍​ his teeth.

“Damn‌⁠⁠ bastard! What the⁠‌‍ hell did you‍⁠‌ create?”

“Ghh…!”‌‌‍

Raymond⁠​ shouted with fury​​‍ toward Ian, but⁠⁠ the boy could‍​⁠ barely stay on⁠‍​ his feet, struggling‍ against the magical‌ tide.

Amid‌​ the chaos, the​‍‌ only one who‍⁠⁠ remained calm was‍ Lucian.

“Incredible…”‌‍​

Lucian⁠ barely held back​​ the exclamation threatening‌ to escape.

If​​⁠ he opened his​‍​ mouth carelessly, the‌ magical energy might‌‍ blow up the​​‌ entire room.

“I‍⁠ never imagined it⁠‌​ would reach this​ level.”

The⁠‍​ amplified magic boiled‌‍ like a furnace‌‍ and rampaged through‍‍⁠ Lucian’s mana paths⁠ uncontrollably.

Any​ normal person would’ve‌​ exploded from the‌‍ inside, but to​ Lucian, it merely⁠‍ felt… refreshing.

Every⁠‍⁠ time he blinked,​ the magic reacted​‍​ and stirred the‍ air.

“Just⁠‍‍ blinking causes this?⁠ Then what would‌‌ happen if I swung a sword?”​‍‌

A small temptation stirred‌​ within him, but​‍ he held back.‍‌‌

If⁠⁠ he did that,​ Raymond and Ian‍‌ could die from‌⁠ the shockwave.

Besides,⁠​⁠ this power wasn’t‍​ under control; it‌ was like moving​‍ inside lava and⁠​ causing it to⁠‌⁠ splash with each‌ step.

“If⁠‌‍ I could fully​ control it and‍‍ condense it within‍​​ my body, I wouldn’t ask for‍​⁠ anything more…”

To⁠‌‌ the current Lucian,‍​ it was like‍‌ trying to hold⁠ back a flood‍‍‍ with bare hands.⁠ But if he‌​ let it go,​‌ the magic would​​ leak out and‌ the effect would​⁠ vanish.

While​⁠ searching for a way to retain‍ even a fraction,‍⁠⁠ a mana path‍‍‌ leading from the​ spine to the⁠‍ head reacted to⁠‌ the overflowing power‍​‌ and shuddered.

It‌ was a route‍⁠⁠ he had avoided‌ because it didn’t⁠‍‍ strengthen the body‌ and was inefficient​‍ for flow.

“Could⁠‍ it be…?”

Lucian⁠ opened the path‌ he usually ignored.⁠​⁠ As soon as‌‍ he did, the‌ energy rushed up​ to his head‌ without rebounding, swirling​⁠ inside.

For‍​​ a moment, he⁠ was startled, but‌‌‍ then he felt​ a clarity unlike‌ anything before.

At‌‌‌ the same time,​⁠ something he had⁠​ never seen appeared‌ in his field⁠⁠⁠ of vision.

“The⁠‍​ magic…?”

Without​‍‌ reinforcing his eyes,​ he could see‌ the magic with‍⁠ complete clarity. Even‍ the magic inside​​‍ the human body—something​‌​ he had never⁠ been able to‌ perceive no matter⁠‌⁠ how much he‍ trained.

The‍ movements of Raymond⁠‍ and Ian, struggling‌‌ against the magical‍​ surge, seemed within‍‌ arm’s reach.

As​ Lucian stood dazed‍ by this almost⁠​​ prophetic vision, a name crossed his⁠​‌ mind.

“Felicia.”⁠

The⁠⁠ sword genius who‍ saw magic with‍‌⁠ her own eyes,‍⁠‌ predicted every opponent’s‍‌⁠ move, and found⁠‍ the optimal trajectory.​

At‍‌‍ that moment, Lucian‍‌ understood what he‍​‍ had obtained.

‘This⁠‌ is how she‍ saw the world.’​‍

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