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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Of‍ course, this couldn’t‌​ be all of⁠‍⁠ her talent.

Felicia⁠ didn’t just have‌‌⁠ exceptional eyesight; from‌ her sense for‌ regulating force to⁠ her ability to​ teach others, everything⁠‌​ about her was⁠​‌ that of a genius.

But‍⁠ having a way‍‍⁠ of seeing the‌‌ world different from‍‌ everyone else meant⁠ starting with an​ overwhelming advantage.

‘At​ the very least,⁠ against knights of‌⁠‌ my same level,‌‌‌ I could take‌ them down even​‍ if they came⁠ as a group.’⁠

Fuuuuung.‍

Just⁠ as Lucian, excited,​‍‍ clenched both fists⁠​‍ tightly, the violent‍‌ surge of mana⁠‍ began to calm​‍‍ little by little.⁠⁠

It​ seemed the effect⁠ of the nectar‍‌ was finally wearing​ off.

“Are⁠ you alright?”

Puagh!​​

“Cough!⁠ Young master, you‌‌​ mustn’t speak now!”​‌⁠

Oh‍ dear. Lucian closed​​‍ his mouth immediately‌‌⁠ upon seeing how‍⁠ the mana reacted‌ even to a few words and​ struck Raymond.

Luckily,‍‌ it was Raymond‌‍ who took the​⁠​ hit; if it⁠⁠ had been Ian,​‌⁠ he would’ve fainted‌​​ on the spot.‌‌

Pssshhhh.‌‍

After⁠⁠​ a few minutes,⁠⁠ with a sound‌⁠ like a fire⁠ being extinguished, the⁠ mana completely faded.‌‍​

Lucian‌⁠‌ feared for a moment that the‍ new vision he⁠‍‍ had gained would​ disappear along with⁠ the mana, but⁠ thankfully it didn’t.​‌

‘When‌‍‌ I return, I’ll‌​ have to start‍ sword training immediately.’​

After⁠‍‌ checking several times​ that no residual⁠‌ mana remained, Lucian‌‍⁠ spoke again.

“I​ was worried the⁠‍ mana might’ve hit⁠ you, but you​‌⁠ seem fine. As​‍​ expected of the‍ Black Lion.”

“That’s⁠‌‍ what I should‍⁠ be saying! What​ the hell was⁠‌ that just now?‌⁠ Where did all⁠ that mana come​‌ from?”

“What‌‍‍ else would it‍⁠‌ be? This medicine‌ amplified my mana.‍ The effect is⁠‍ excessive—that’s the problem—but⁠ it’s definitely a good medicine.”

“That⁠ wasn’t just excessive!⁠⁠​ That mana wasn’t‌​ something a human⁠​ could withstand! Anyone​ would’ve exploded and⁠ died on the‍​ spot…!”

Raymond⁠​​ trailed off and‌ looked at Lucian​ with strange eyes.‌

Come‍ to think of​ it, that density‍‍ would’ve been impossible⁠​⁠ to endure for​​‌ an ordinary human.‍‌‌ So how?

“My‍ constitution is a bit special. Unless‌‍‍ it’s poison, I won’t die just​⁠⁠ because there’s too‌‌​ much of something.”‍

“What​‌ are you saying?⁠‌ Hiding something from⁠‍‌ us again?”

“I’ll‌ explain it later.​ For now, I think we should‌‌ take care of⁠⁠​ that boy first.”​⁠‍

Following​⁠ Lucian’s gaze, Raymond​‍​ turned his head.​‍ At the edge‍ of his vision,⁠⁠ Ian lay on​⁠⁠ the floor, hidden​⁠ behind a fallen‍‍⁠ bookshelf.

“Ah…⁠⁠‌ uh… ugh…”

Even‍‌ though the mana‌ had already dissipated,⁠‍​ Ian kept muttering⁠‌‌ incoherently, unable to‌‌⁠ regain his clarity.‌

He‌ seemed to have⁠ suffered a temporary‍​ shock from the⁠ sudden pressure and‍‍ his frail body.‍‌

“If⁠ he dies, then​ we’ve got a problem. He’s a genius capable of‍ turning the world⁠​ upside down.”

Not‍⁠​ even Lucian’s joke​‌‌ could make Raymond⁠‍ laugh.

After⁠⁠ all, what Ian⁠‍ had achieved made⁠ even calling him⁠‌⁠ a genius of‍‍ the age seem‍ insufficient.

‘It’s‌‍⁠ an absurd mana​‌ amplification effect. If‌ consumed as is,⁠⁠‍ the body would​​‌ explode—but if it’s​​‍ diluted to a level a human‍​‌ can handle…’

Even‌‍‍ being conservative, the⁠‍​ effect would be‍‌ equivalent to several‍‍‌ decades of circulation.⁠‌

And⁠‍‍ with such purity,‍⁠‍ the amount that​‌⁠ could be diluted⁠​‍ would be enormous.​‌

A product that, if‌ it could be‍ manufactured stably even‌‍ once every few​ years, would completely‍ change the balance⁠ of power on​ the continent.

Just‍‌ imagining its impact⁠ was enough to‌​​ make Raymond’s back⁠‍ drip with cold‌​​ sweat.

“Raymond.”⁠⁠‌

Lost‌‍‌ in thought, Raymond⁠⁠‍ flinched at the‌‌ voice beside him.⁠​​

From‌ Lucian’s lips came⁠ a voice so​‍ serious it was‌ impossible to imagine‌⁠ in his usual‍⁠​ tone.

“Who‍ is your lord?”‌

“……”⁠

At⁠‍ that question, heavy‍​‌ with meaning, Raymond‌ closed his eyes.‌​

Strictly‌⁠‍ speaking, his current‌​ lord was Grand‌⁠‌ Duke Sigmund.

As‍​​ a knight, he​ should report everything⁠‌⁠ he had seen‍‌ today.

However,⁠⁠ as he felt‌ doubt growing in​ his chest, he‌​‍ asked himself.

‘Is​​‌ that really the‌ right thing to⁠‌ do?’

Regardless‌⁠ of his loyalty​‌‍ to the grand‍​‌ duke, this truth‌‌ was too heavy.‌

He‌ doubted even the‌ grand duke himself‌‌‍ could handle it​ without being crushed‍‍⁠ under its weight.‌‍‍

Moreover,‍ the Valdeck ducal‌ family was in‍ the midst of​ a succession struggle.​

There‌‌ was no room‌‍⁠ to meddle lightly‍‌ in something that,‌​ if mishandled, could‌‌​ turn the entire⁠⁠‍ continent upside down.‍

‘If‍‍ I tell the​​ grand duke, he’ll‌⁠ definitely investigate the‍ production method thoroughly‍ and then bury‍​ it. With the‍⁠‍ internal competition so​ intense, he’s not‌⁠ someone who’d want⁠‍ more worries. If‌ this elixir were⁠​‌ ever used, it‍‌⁠ would be after⁠⁠​ the next head​ of the family⁠ is decided.’

Considering‍​‍ even the stable​ manufacture of the‌⁠​ medicine, only the‍‍‍ next head of‍‌ the family could​‍ truly use it.⁠‍

In⁠‍ other words, the‌‌​ moment this information​‍⁠ was delivered, one‌ of the grand‍‌ duke’s sons would​‌ obtain a power⁠​ capable of ruling​‍​ the world.

At⁠‍ that thought, Raymond’s‌‌ heart went cold.‍​‍

‘It’s‌ terrifying.’

The‍ firstborn, Tristan, was​‍‍ a conservative aristocrat⁠‍ through and through;‍ the second, Jordi,‌​​ a selfish man‌‌‍ who discarded even​​‌ those who had‍ been loyal to​⁠‍ him; the fourth,⁠⁠ Joshua, had never​​​ shown anything in‌‌‍ particular, and no‌‌ matter how you‍ looked at him,⁠‍‍ he was merely⁠​⁠ mediocre.

If‍‍‍ any of them⁠‌‌ obtained a power‌‌​ capable of changing⁠‍ the continent, would‌‌⁠ the world really‌ become a better⁠⁠‍ place?

‘If‍ anything, I can‍‍ only imagine a worse future.’

With​⁠‍ a bitter smile,⁠​⁠ Raymond raised his​‌ head again and​⁠ looked at Lucian—the‍‌ third son of‌​​ the Valdeck family,​ still bearing countless⁠‍ secrets.

If⁠‍ the future had‍ to be entrusted​⁠ to the next‍‌‌ generation, was there​‍ anyone more suitable⁠​ than Lucian?

‘Now‍​ that I think​ about it, it‍‌​ was the young‍​ master who brought⁠ both the boy‌ and the information​⁠ about the medicine.’⁠‌

Suddenly,​ Raymond felt a clarity awaken within.‌‍‌

If‍‌ the power had⁠‌‍ already fallen into​ the right hands,‌​‍ there was nothing⁠ more for him‌ to doubt.

Having‌ made his decision,⁠​‍ Raymond knelt on‌‌ one knee before​ Lucian.

“Leph⁠ Norse, who swore​⁠‌ loyalty to the‌⁠⁠ blood of the⁠ lion, wishes to​‍⁠ serve a new‍ lord, following the‍​ flow of that‌ blood.”

The⁠​‌ words, spoken with‍​ his true name,‍‍​ were an ancient​‍ oath.

Speaking‍‍ a long-forgotten ritual,‌ Leph bowed his⁠⁠‍ head deeply.

“Young⁠ lion, I offer​‍ you my sword.​‌​ Use it as​‍​ you will.”

At​‌‍ Leph’s oath, Lucian‍​‌ smiled gently and​​​ placed his hand​⁠ on his shoulder.⁠

“From‍‌‌ today, your sword​‌‌ shall reside always⁠ in my sheath,​​⁠ and together we​ shall tread any‌ battlefield.”

Lucian‍‌ responded with an‌‍​ ancient pact as‍​ well and helped‌⁠‍ Leph to his‍ feet.

At‌ that moment, the‍‍‌ ambiguous relationship between‍ the subordinate of​⁠​ his father and‌⁠ the son of‌‌ the lord transformed⁠‌​ into a true‍​‌ bond between lord‍⁠ and vassal.

***⁠⁠‍

Through‌‌ the oath, his‌‌ real name had‍ been revealed, but‌⁠ Raymond still preferred⁠ to be called‌⁠ by that name⁠ instead of his⁠⁠ true one.

The​‍‍ reason was simple—he⁠⁠​ had been known‌‌‍ as Raymond for‍‍⁠ too long, and‍ besides, he didn’t‌‌ have fond memories⁠​ of the time​ he lived using‍⁠ his real name.​

“So​ there’s no need‍‍ for you to​⁠⁠ call me by​‍⁠ my real name.​‌‌ You can keep‌‍ calling me Raymond,‌​ like before. After‍⁠ all, that’s how‌⁠ everyone knows me.”‍​‌

“That’s‍‍ true. Changing names‍‌ now would just​⁠​ feel strange.”

As‍ long as one‌​​ made their origins​⁠⁠ clear, a name‍⁠⁠ was still something⁠​ that could vary‌ depending on the‌‌​ circumstances.

In‌⁠‍ the case of‍ nobles, it was​‍‌ even common to⁠‌‌ receive a new‌‍​ name from their‌ lord or the⁠‌‌ emperor. If he​‌⁠ preferred it, there‌ was no problem⁠ in continuing to‍ call him the‌‌‌ same.

“By⁠‍‌ the way, that​‌ boy hasn’t woken⁠​‍ up. It doesn’t‍‍ seem like he​ took a particularly⁠‍ strong hit.”

“He⁠​ was a boy⁠ who spent all⁠‌ his time researching‌‍ locked up in⁠‌‍ his room. It’s​‍ normal for him‌ to have little​‌​ resistance. He doesn’t‌ seem injured, so‍ once he wakes‍ up…”

— Ian! Get out⁠ here, you damn‌‌ brat! How dare‍ you dip your​⁠ hand into your⁠​‌ master’s purse?

Lucian​​⁠ and Raymond, who​​ were sipping their⁠‌​ now-cold tea, blinked⁠‌ at the shout⁠⁠ from outside.

Although⁠​‌ the tone was‍ much more vulgar⁠ than before, the⁠‍‍ voice sounded familiar.​​⁠

A moment later, a shadow fell across​ the door, and‍​ it was kicked‍​ open violently.

Bang!​‌

“Come⁠ out right now!⁠ Today I’m going‌⁠​ to tear off​⁠ your leg—!”

Screaming​‌‍ at the top‌‌‌ of his lungs,‌ Haide froze the‍‌ moment he locked‍⁠​ eyes with Lucian.‍

Lucian‌‍‍ shrugged and set‌‍ his cup down​ on the table.⁠⁠

“Well,⁠‍ we meet again.‌⁠‌ Have you been​⁠⁠ well?”

“W-what…?‌⁠​ Why is Duke‍⁠‍ Lucian here?”

“I​ was looking for​ someone to talk‌‍⁠ to about the⁠ moonlight grass, and‍ I ended up⁠ coming here. It’s‌​‍ the place with​⁠ the highest purchase‌ volume.”

“Moonlight⁠‍ grass?”

Haide’s‌​ face hardened again,‌ as if he‍ had suddenly remembered⁠ what his money‌⁠⁠ had been spent‌‍ on.

“That⁠​ ungrateful wretch Ian…!”​‍

“Calm​​ down. What happened‍ to get you‌ so riled up?”‍‌‌

“It’s‌ a personal matter,​⁠ no need for​​‍ you to get⁠ involved. If you’re⁠ that curious, I’ll⁠ explain it later.”‌‌‌

“I’d‍‍ like to hear‍‍ it now.”

Clack!‍​

Lucian‌ set the cup​ down forcefully.

Haide⁠​‌ flinched, as if⁠‌‌ only just now​‌ remembering who was‌⁠​ in front of‌​ him.

After⁠​ hesitating for a moment, Haide spoke⁠⁠⁠ cautiously, watching Lucian’s‍⁠ expression.

“It’s‌ because of that‍‌​ boy, my disciple.​‌ His name is​ Ian. He was⁠⁠⁠ an orphan, so‍ I took him‍‌ in myself, gave‍‍ him shelter, food,‍ and taught him​ alchemy.”

“Ah.⁠ Now that you‍ mention it, when​⁠ we came earlier,⁠‍‍ a boy answered⁠ the door.”

“That​⁠​ must’ve been him.‍​⁠ He takes care⁠‌ of the house‌⁠ when I’m not‍ around. But that‌⁠‌ bastard embezzled my‌⁠‌ research funds without‍ permission…”

The⁠ sound of Haide​‍ grinding his teeth⁠​ was clear. It​‌ seemed losing his⁠‌ spending money had⁠‍⁠ really hit him‍‌ hard.

“I⁠‌ never imagined someone​ so ungrateful existed.‌ I rescued a dying orphan, fed‌ him, gave him‍⁠ a bed and​ knowledge, and yet‍ he dared to‌‍ steal from me!”‌‌‍

Lucian‌ silently scoffed.

‘You’d⁠‌​ think he was​⁠⁠ betrayed by a beloved disciple. And‍ yet he never‌​ even mentioned his‌​ name when it⁠ came to developing‌‌ the nectar.’

Recalling⁠ how Ian had​ tried to perform‌​ a clinical test⁠ without hesitation, Lucian‍‌ could easily deduce‌⁠⁠ what had happened⁠⁠ in his past​‌ life.

Ian‍‌‌ probably died after​‍ experimenting on himself,⁠ falling victim to⁠ the side effects.⁠

Haide,‍ upon finding him‍ dead, panicked, investigated‍​ the process, and​‌‍ thus discovered the‌‍‌ existence of the​ nectar.

With​‍ such detailed records,‍ reproducing the result⁠‌​ probably hadn’t been‍‌‌ difficult.

‘Though‍ I doubt he‌‌ reproduced it correctly.⁠ With an effect​ like that, even⁠ diluted it should’ve⁠‌‌ produced a considerable‍⁠⁠ amount. And yet‍‍ the reserves always⁠‌ ran out quickly.’​⁠‍

Since​ no one knew‌ the truth, Haide‌​ could present the​ nectar under his‍‌ own name without​⁠ the slightest remorse.⁠

But‍​ stolen achievements only‌‌⁠ grant temporary glory.‌​⁠ They can’t hide‍‌⁠ the lack of‍‍‌ true talent.

After‌‌‌ the nectar, there​​ were no improvements​ or new discoveries,​⁠ and the truth⁠‌ eventually came to‍‌‍ light.

‘He⁠​ may have even⁠​ been killed by‌ the high ranks‍ of the guild.‌ For them, being‌‌ deceived by an‍ incompetent must’ve been⁠⁠‍ humiliating.’

“The⁠‍​ more I think​ about it, the‌‍⁠ angrier I get.‌ I raised him​‌​ like a son,⁠ and he dares⁠​ touch his master’s​ money! He always⁠ seemed crooked from​⁠ the start!”

Lucian​​‌ clicked his tongue‍ as he watched‌⁠​ Haide rant.

“If‌‌⁠ it hurts you​‌ that much, I’ll‌​‌ pay the money‌ your disciple embezzled.”​

“The‌‍‍ money isn’t the⁠⁠ prob—wait, what?”

“I⁠‌⁠ said I’ll pay​​​ it. In exchange,‌‌⁠ hand over your‍ disciple.”

If‍‌‌ Ian had had‌ family, it would’ve⁠⁠​ been a different‍​​ story.

But‍‌ being a parentless‌​​ orphan with no​⁠ ties, a disciple‌​ was practically his​​‌ master’s property.

If‍ Haide agreed, no‌​ one had the​⁠‌ right to object.‌⁠​

Surprised,​ Haide blinked several​ times.

“And‍‍⁠ what do you‌ want him for?”⁠

“He‍ seems skilled with⁠⁠⁠ moonlight grass. I was thinking of​⁠ hiring him privately.‌ As I said,​ I’m quite interested‌‍ in that field.”‍‍

“Hmm…⁠ Really?”

Haide’s​‌ lips curved subtly.​​​ After pretending to⁠ consider it, he​‌ stroked his chin.‌‍‍

“But‌⁠‍ if Ian disappears,⁠‌ I’ll be in‌⁠ trouble too. Even​‍‍ if he’s ungrateful,‍ he was competent.‍‍‌ He handled both​ the alchemy and​ the chores around⁠ the house. If‌‍‌ he just vanishes‌ overnight…”

“And‍‍⁠ what do you​‌ want in return?”‍

“Just⁠⁠ this.”

Haide‌‌ raised his hand,‍⁠ showing five fingers.‌⁠⁠

Lucian⁠⁠​ frowned.

“Five‍ gold coins?”

“What‍​ are you saying?‍‍‍ Five platinum coins.”​

Lucian‌‍ nearly fell backward‍‌ in shock. Even⁠‌‌ Raymond, who had​⁠ remained silent, wore⁠⁠ an incredulous expression.​

“Are‌‌ you serious?”

“Of⁠‍​ course. Even if‌‍‌ he’s not an⁠‌ official alchemist, he’s⁠​ still a guild‍ member. You want‌⁠⁠ to take talent​ from an institution⁠‌‍ under the direct‍ authority of the‌‍⁠ emperor. This is⁠‌⁠ cheap.”

So‌ now he was⁠‍‌ trying to drag‌​ in the emperor.⁠ He’d calculated well—or⁠‍​ so he thought.⁠

Lucian​ smiled coldly.

“I‌‍ don’t have five⁠‌ platinum coins. But‍ I can give‍ you this.”

“What’s​‍‍ that? If it’s‌ not worth at‌‍​ least—”

Haide⁠ fell silent the​​ moment he saw​‍ the token Lucian‌ was holding out.‌

He​​‍ immediately recognized the‍‍‌ emblem of the⁠ Knights of the‌⁠ Black Scale—the personal​​ guard of the‍‍ First Prince.

“W-what⁠‌ is your relationship​‍ with the First‍‍ Prince…?”

“What‍ is my relationship?”​‌‍

Lucian‍​‍ smiled, but his⁠‍​ voice turned sharp.‌‌

“I‌⁠ am Lucian Valdeck.​‍ I led a thousand elites in⁠ the name of‌​ my father, Duke⁠​ Sigmund Valdeck, during​‌ the suppression of‍​ the Krephelt rebellion.​‍ I fought alongside‍ Marquis Bernhardt and‌⁠ negotiated with Duke​​​ Blasker.”

“…”⁠​‍

“I‍​​ came to the⁠⁠ aid of the​​ First Prince with⁠‍ a thousand soldiers,⁠‌ fought alongside the​⁠ Second Prince, and⁠ crossed swords with​‌ Jurgen. Upon my‍‍ return, I had​‍ the honor of⁠ conversing with the​‍ emperor himself. Need‍​ me to go‌‍‌ on?”

The​ current head of⁠‍ House Roglan, the‍ leader of the​‌‍ Flame School, the‍‍‌ two princes, the‍ commander of the​​⁠ Knights of the​‌‍ Black Scale—even the​⁠ emperor.

Faced‍​ with the avalanche​​⁠ of names, Haide’s‌​‍ face turned completely​‍ pale.

Lucian‌ looked at him‍ coldly.

“Say‌ it again, bastard.​​ What did you​ say about the‍‍ emperor?”

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