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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 65

Chapter 65

It⁠⁠‌ wasn’t an incorrect‍⁠⁠ statement. Someone who⁠‌ knows they’re a talent never sells​‌ themselves cheaply.

In​‌ fact, one of‌​ the reasons Lucian‍ had been pursuing‍⁠ the nectar so‌ eagerly was precisely​​​ that.

It​⁠​ was a means⁠‍ capable of instantly⁠ attracting any talent—and‍ even more so,⁠​‍ a knight.

“That’s‌‌ true. Unless you‌ owe someone your‌‌​ life, that’s normally⁠ how it would‌‍ be.”

“I’m⁠⁠ glad you understand.⁠​‍ Then wouldn’t it⁠⁠ be better for⁠‌‌ you to just⁠‍‌ step aside this‌‍ time and let‍​​ the other brothers⁠​ try?”

“Who‍‍⁠ knows.”

Lucian⁠‍‌ gave a faint​‌ smile and shrugged.‌⁠

“Maybe,​​ without realizing it,⁠‌​ I already made​ the Swordmaster’s disciple‍⁠‌ owe me a life debt.”

“What‌‍‌ are you talk—!”‍

“Just⁠‍ kidding. Don’t get‍⁠​ so tense. If​ you manage to​ recruit her, I won’t even get‍ a chance anyway.”⁠

“Hah.”⁠‍

Joshua‍‍ stared blankly at‍‍‍ Lucian and let​‌⁠ out a hollow⁠ laugh.

He⁠‌ seemed to have​⁠ a lot he​ wanted to say,‍​ but held back,⁠‍ since there were‌‍‍ more important things​​ at hand.

“I​⁠​ said something unnecessary.‍‍​ The investiture ceremony​‍ is about to​​ begin, so I’ll⁠‍ go on ahead.”​‍

“We’re‌ heading the same‌‍ way—how about we‌ go together? We‌⁠ could chat a bit as brothers.”‌‍​

“No⁠‍⁠ thanks!”

At‌ Lucian’s suggestion, Joshua⁠ frowned and quickly⁠⁠​ walked off.

Watching​​​ his retreating back,‌ Lucian let out⁠​​ a quiet chuckle.⁠⁠

“He​⁠⁠ really is an‍‌⁠ interesting guy.”

Unlike⁠ Tristan or Jordi,​​ who had already‍‌⁠ weathered several of‍ life’s storms, Joshua⁠‍ was so naive‌​​ that it was⁠‍‌ especially fun to⁠⁠‍ tease him.

If‌‌ possible, Lucian would’ve‌ preferred he stayed⁠ that way, but‍ unfortunately, today would‌ be the moment⁠‌ Joshua had to⁠⁠​ grow up.

‘I​​‌ hope the blow‌ isn’t so harsh‌​⁠ that he ends​ up becoming someone‌‍ like Jordi.’

If‍ Joshua ended up​‌⁠ turning into someone‌​ like that, Lucian​ would have no‍​ choice but to‍ crush him without‌ hesitation.

He’d​​ rather Joshua remain‌‌ the little brother‌​‌ he could still​‍ poke fun at.‍‍

***⁠‍

As‍ expected, the investiture‍​ ceremony was splendid.​‍

A stage had been⁠​‌ erected in a spot visible to⁠⁠‌ all outside the‍​ inner wall, the​‍ path was covered​⁠‍ with a red‍‍⁠ carpet, and knights⁠‍‌ were lined up‌ on both sides.​‌

Considering⁠⁠⁠ that an investiture​‍ was normally a simple event lasting​ just a few⁠​ minutes, all of‌‌‌ this was a clear display of​⁠‍ respect and consideration⁠​ toward Swordmaster Eisen.‌

‘Alright,‍⁠​ no need to‌‍‌ stand somewhere flashy.​​ If I stand⁠‍‍ out too much,‌ I’ll attract unwanted‍ attention when I act.’

The⁠​ star of the‌‍‍ day was Felicia,⁠ so no one‍‍ else should steal⁠⁠ the spotlight.

Although​⁠ they were the​⁠‍ duke’s sons, no‌ special seats had‌ been reserved for⁠ them, so they‌​‌ could blend in⁠⁠ behind the other⁠⁠ knights.

While⁠‌⁠ waiting for the‍​ ceremony to begin,​‌‍ another person approached‌‌‌ the spot where⁠‍ Lucian stood and​‍‍ widened his eyes⁠ in surprise.

“You…‌‍‌ you bastard!”

“Long​ time no see,​‌‍ brother.”

Hearing‌‌‌ the strained voice​⁠⁠ trying to suppress​ his emotions, Lucian‍‌⁠ greeted him with‍⁠‍ a smile and‍‌⁠ a wave.

Jordi,‍ unable to hide‍ his confusion, asked‌ automatically.

“When‌ did you get‍ here? I heard⁠⁠ you planned to‌‍​ stay in the⁠ capital for a while.”

“Not‍​⁠ long ago. Just‌​‌ a few hours,⁠‌‍ at most. Normally‌ I would’ve received​ a report already,‌‌​ but I suppose‍‌‍ you were too⁠‌ busy with the‌ investiture ceremony.”

At⁠‌ Lucian’s teasing, Jordi​‍ didn’t explode with⁠​ anger. On the‍​ contrary, his discomfort​ and confusion were​ plain to see.‍​‍

‘Seems‍‌ like he already‍‍ has a rough‌‌ idea about my⁠‌ connection with Felicia.’‍

When‍ Felicia was brought‌‍‍ in, Tristan was​⁠ stationed in Bornholm,‌⁠ and Joshua had‍ just entered the⁠​ succession race as‍ a rookie.

The⁠ only one in​​‌ the family with⁠⁠ a solid information⁠⁠⁠ network at the‌ time was Jordi,⁠⁠‍ so it wasn’t‌‍ strange that he​‌ had a general‍ grasp of the​​ situation.

“No⁠​ wonder it seemed⁠​ odd to me.‌‌ I wondered why​ the investiture was‌ suddenly organized. So⁠ it was you‌⁠ pulling strings behind‍ the scenes, brother?”‌⁠

“What‍⁠ nonsense are you‌ spouting now? What​ would I have‌‌‌ to do with​ the ceremony?”

Jordi​ tried to brush‌⁠ it off, but‌​ couldn’t hide his‍‍ slight flinch. Lucian’s⁠⁠ suspicion turned into‌ certainty, and he‍‌⁠ gave a cold​‌ smile.

“Still​ no hesitation when​ it comes to⁠ using underhanded tricks.‍⁠ Go ahead, try‍ it. If you‍ end up losing⁠​⁠ after flailing around‍‍​ so miserably, all​⁠ that will remain‌​​ is your disgrace.”⁠⁠‍

“Don’t‌⁠‌ get cocky. No​​​ matter how capable‌ or well-known you‌ are, without power⁠⁠ backing you, you’re‌ just a pawn.⁠ You’re nothing but​​​ a shooting star​‌‍ that shines for​ a moment.”

“Saying‍‍‍ that while I’m⁠​⁠ still shining just⁠‌⁠ sounds like the⁠​ loser’s lament.”

At⁠ Lucian’s taunt, Jordi’s​ eyes flared with‍‌ fury—but that was​ as far as⁠ it went.

Perhaps⁠ he didn’t want⁠⁠‌ to cause a scene before the‌ ceremony, because he‍⁠‌ finally backed off⁠⁠ without further comment.​⁠

Shortly⁠‌ after, Tristan arrived⁠⁠ as well, clicked‍‍ his tongue upon​ seeing his brothers,‍⁠​ and positioned himself​​ a bit farther​​ away.

Amid‍‌‌ that subtle tension,⁠ the four brothers‍‌‍ remained silent.

Clack!‍‍‌

A moment later, when‌​ the star of‍ the investiture ceremony‌‌‌ finally appeared, the‌‌‌ spectators opened their‌ eyes wide in⁠ astonishment.

***‍

“A⁠​​ helmet?”

“A​‍‌ helmet at an​​ investiture ceremony?!”

“What​⁠ disrespect!”

The⁠‌ knights became agitated,⁠⁠ frowning, and the‌‍‌ citizens watching nearby‍‍ began to murmur.​​

Outside​ of service or‍​ the battlefield, covering​ one’s face with‌ a helmet was‌⁠‍ considered disrespectful anywhere.‌​

However,​​⁠ the Swordmaster’s disciple​⁠ completely ignored the‍‌ looks and walked​‌​ down the red‌‌‌ carpet until she‌ stood before Duke‍‌‍ Sigmund.

“Remove‍ your helmet.”

Duke⁠⁠⁠ Sigmund gave the​ order in a solemn voice, loud⁠​ enough for all‌‍ to hear.

The‌ knight obeyed without‌​⁠ protest and revealed⁠​ her face.

“A​‌‌ woman?!”

“The‍ Swordmaster’s successor is‍‌ a woman?”

“This‌‍⁠ makes no sense…!”​‌‍

When​‍ Felicia shook out‍ her tousled hair,​⁠ gasps of astonishment‌ burst from all‍​‍ directions.

It​⁠‍ wasn’t that female​​‌ knights didn’t exist,‌⁠​ but they belonged⁠​‍ more in fairy​ tales.

In⁠ reality, aside from​​ honorary political titles,​​‍ there were no​‌ true female knights⁠‍ who wielded a sword.

And‍‌ yet, the heir⁠ of the Swordmaster⁠‍‍ was a woman.‍⁠‍

“Disciple⁠ of the great‍​‌ Swordmaster, Eisen Brightner.⁠​‌ State your name.”‍‌

“I⁠⁠‌ am Felicia Brightner,​‍ adoptive daughter of‍⁠ Eisen Brightner.”

“Felicia,​⁠​ I ask you.​​ What will you‍ pursue as a knight?”

“Loyalty.‌‍ Absolute loyalty.”

The‌‍‌ excessively concise answer​​ startled several knights.​​

It⁠‌ was common to⁠ swear to justice‌ or the defense​‍ of good, but​⁠‌ to speak only‍⁠ of loyalty was‌​ unusual.

The​‌⁠ duke looked at⁠⁠⁠ her with a sharp gaze.

“Even​‌⁠ if your lord‌⁠​ falls into evil,‍​⁠ will you still‌⁠ remain loyal?”

It‌ was a question⁠‌​ that precisely pointed⁠‌ out the contradiction​‌​ in the oath,⁠‍ but Felicia answered​‌ without blinking.

“If⁠ my lord chooses⁠⁠ to become evil,​​‌ then I will⁠⁠⁠ become evil with​‍‌ him, and even‌‍ if we must⁠‍ wallow in the⁠‌ mud, I will‌‍‍ remain by his‍ side. If the‍‌ Eight Gods cast‍‍ my lord into‌‌ hell, I will‌​​ take on his​‌⁠ sins alone and‍‍ burn in hell⁠⁠ with him for​​​ eternity.”

Faced‍‍ with such an⁠​‌ extreme answer, Duke​ Sigmund fell silent.⁠‍​

He‌ hadn’t expected something⁠‌​ like this in​‍​ such a simple​⁠‍ rite.

“…Then‍⁠ may your lord​ always make righteous​​ decisions. May they‍‍‌ have the wisdom​‌‍ needed to guide‌⁠ a great knight‍⁠ down a great⁠​​ path.”

With⁠​ that, the duke​⁠‍ softened the atmosphere‌ and raised his⁠ sword.

Felicia‌‍ knelt, and the‌ blade touched both‍​ her shoulders and‍‍ the back of​‌‍ her neck.

“In‌‍ the name of⁠​ Sigmund Valdeck, I guarantee your honor.⁠‌​ Felicia Brightner, from​‍ this moment on,⁠‍‌ you are a knight. I hope‌ that both you‌‌ and I may‍​‌ feel pride in‍‍‍ that name.”

The‌⁠‌ investiture concluded and​​ Felicia stood, but​⁠ unlike other ceremonies,⁠ there were no​ cheers.

The​​ crowd was still⁠ stunned by the⁠ revelation that the​​ Swordmaster’s disciple was​‌‍ a woman.

The‌‍ silence was just​ about to shift​​ into murmurs when—‌​‍

“Your⁠‍ Excellency, Duke! Knowing‍‌ it is disrespectful,‌‌⁠ I dare make‌⁠‌ a request!”

A knight with a stern expression burst​‍‍ forward and knelt.‍⁠

Despite‌‍ the interruption, the‌​ duke nodded calmly.​⁠

“Speak.”‌‌

“A‌ knight speaks through‍ the sword! Allow⁠‌⁠ me to test‌⁠‌ whether she is​‌⁠ worthy of the‍‌⁠ title of knight!”‍

“Hmm.”⁠‍‌

The‍⁠ duke looked at‍ Felicia. It was​ a silent question—would⁠​ she accept the‌​ challenge?

Felicia⁠ nodded without the‌ slightest hesitation.

“That’s‍​‍ right. A knight⁠⁠‌ speaks with the‍ sword. If you‌ doubt me so⁠​⁠ much, see with​⁠ your own eyes.”​

“Thank​ you!”

The⁠‍⁠ audience murmured at‍‌ the sudden duel,⁠​ but at the‍‍ same time, a peculiar excitement began⁠‌ to rise.

It‍​ wasn’t every day‍ one witnessed the​ Swordmaster’s disciple in‌ combat—let alone a knight worthy of⁠‌‌ legend.

Lucian‍‌ watched the circle⁠‌‍ being prepared for⁠‌ the duel with‍ a bitter smile.‌​​

‘Looks⁠‍ like Father and‌‌‌ Lord Eisen set‌‍​ this stage together.’‍

The⁠⁠ figure of a female knight was​‌ far too unusual‍​ for society.

Before⁠​ rumors could spread,​‌⁠ showing her skill‍ in front of‌​ everyone was the⁠ most effective way⁠‍ to silence them.‍

Otherwise,‍​ no one would‍​​ have dared to‌‌‌ interrupt an investiture‍‍ approved by both​​ the duke and‍​ the Swordmaster.

It​​ was all clearly​ arranged beforehand.

‘Now⁠​​ that I think⁠ about it, even‌⁠ I don’t know⁠ how strong Felicia​⁠ has become after‌‍‌ training with Eisen.‍‌ With a true‍⁠ master, she must’ve‌‌ far surpassed what⁠‍​ she was in‍​‍ my past life.’⁠‌‍

When⁠‌ Lucian snapped out​‌ of his thoughts,​ the two knights‍​‍ were already facing‌ off in the‍ ring, swords in‌‍ hand.

“Let‍ this duel be‌ fair and honorable,‍ one we need‍ not be ashamed‍⁠​ of before the⁠ Eight Gods.”

After‍‌ completing the arbiter’s⁠ rite, the duke‍‌​ stepped back.

And‌⁠ then, the swords⁠ clashed in midair,​‍ scattering sparks.

***​

Clang!‍ Crack! Kiiing!

Ten⁠‍‌ minutes into the⁠ duel, everyone present⁠ was holding their​‍ breath, unable to‌‌‍ look away.

Lucian‍⁠⁠ was one of‍‌ them.

‘It’s⁠ beautiful.’

In‍‍​ a typical duel,⁠ one would expect⁠ blood and brute‌⁠ force.

But‍ Felicia moved with⁠⁠ the grace of‌‍ a dance, deflecting‍‌⁠ every strike.

Her‍⁠⁠ opponent struck with‌‌ nearly invisible speed,‌‍​ and yet Felicia‌​ blocked them all⁠‍‌ with movements clearly​⁠⁠ visible to the‍ eye.

“…Is‌‌ that really possible⁠ for a human​​ being?”

A knight near Lucian​‍‌ murmured in disbelief,​​‍ and several others​​ nodded without realizing.⁠‍

Blocking‌ impossible attacks with⁠​ a sword moving⁠‍‌ so slowly it​ could be tracked​ by the eye—it⁠ was inconceivable.

While‌ all were in⁠‌ shock, Lucian could​⁠ clearly see the‍​‌ flow of the​‌​ battle.

‘I‌‍‌ can see it.’⁠

Thanks‌ to the effects⁠‌ of the nectar​⁠ he’d taken earlier,‌‌​ his vision revealed‍‌ Felicia’s intentions.

Each‌ of her dancing‌⁠‌ movements landed exactly‍ where her opponent​ would strike.

More‌‍ than a swordswoman,‍⁠ she looked like​​‌ a prophet reading​‍ the blade.

But‍‌‌ most impressive was‍‌ her ability to‌⁠‌ read the flow‍​ and react instantly,‍⁠ without the slightest​ hesitation.

‘This‌ is what they‍​‍ call a true‍‌ genius.’

A chill ran down​​‍ Lucian’s spine.

Even‌‌ if he saw‌​ what she saw,‍ he knew he⁠‌ couldn’t move the‌‌ same way.

Reading‍⁠⁠ mana, near-instinctive reflexes,‌ flawless decisions made​ in the blink⁠‌ of an eye,⁠ and a temperament‌‍ wholly devoted to⁠‌‌ the sword.

‘She​‍‌ looks like someone‍ born solely to‌​⁠ master the sword.’⁠⁠

With‍ a loud crash,‌‌ a sword was⁠‍‌ flung into the⁠ air.

The⁠‍ knight who had‌⁠ issued the challenge‍​ stopped his offense⁠​⁠ and stepped back,‌ soaked in sweat,‌ while Felicia calmly‌ lowered her sword⁠‌ as though she​ didn’t even need​​ to catch her​‌⁠ breath.

“Do​​‍ you wish to​‍ continue?”

“…No.⁠ That’s enough.”

The⁠‌‍ knight backed away‌ with a bitter⁠​⁠ expression, as if⁠‌‌ he had just‍‍‍ encountered a genius‍​​ unreachable despite a lifetime of effort.‌

‘The⁠​ duel may have‍‌‌ been staged, but‍ that feeling was‍​‌ real. I’ve felt​‍‍ it before too.’‌

After​​ composing himself, the‍‌‍ knight bowed his‌⁠ head to Felicia.​‍

“A‌​ knight speaks through​​‌ the sword. You’ve‍ proven yourself. Perhaps‌ I wasn’t worthy‌⁠ to test you.”‍‍​

“The​‌​ weight you’ve accumulated⁠‌ in your blade—I‍‍ know it better‍‌ than anyone, for‍ it was my‍ sword that met‌​​ it. To be‌⁠ tested by you⁠⁠ is an honor.”⁠‍‍

“…That’s‌ excessive praise.”

Though‍‍ he rejected the‌​ compliment modestly, his‌‌ face was filled‌‍ with emotion.

It‌ wasn’t respect toward‍‍ a “female knight,”​‍‍ but to the‍‌ future Swordmaster.

When⁠ the knight stepped​‌ back, the duke‍⁠ looked around.

“Felicia⁠⁠​ has proven her⁠ worth. If anyone‌‌ else wishes to​‌‌ test her, step​‌‌ forward now.”

No⁠​ one moved.

The⁠‌ stares had already‍ changed long ago.‍⁠⁠

She⁠‌‌ wasn’t a strange⁠ female knight—she was​ the reincarnation of‌​⁠ a legendary heroine.​

Just‌​ as the duke‌ was about to​ speak again—

“Tristan‍​ Valdeck wishes to⁠ ask Knight Felicia‌ a question!”

Tristan‌‍​ stood up at⁠ once.

With⁠ all eyes on​ him, he extended⁠‍ a hand toward​ Felicia.

“Will‍‍⁠ you not serve⁠‌‍ me as my‍​⁠ knight?!”

It‌‌ was a proposal‌ so bold it​ bordered on insolence,‌​​ but Tristan continued.‍

“If​ you enter my‌ service, you will⁠‌ always ride at‌ my side, share‌‍ my table, and⁠ when I draw‍‍ my last breath,‌‌‍ I’ll entrust you‍ with my will.‌‍‍ You, heir to‍​ the Swordmaster’s name!​‍​ I await your‌⁠​ answer!”

To​‍ share his ride‍‌​ and table meant‍ treating her as‍‌‍ an equal.

To‍‍​ entrust her with‍‌‌ his will was⁠‍ to give her‌‌⁠ the greatest trust.⁠⁠

Faced​‌ with Tristan’s passionate‌ proposal, Felicia bowed⁠​⁠ her head.

“I‍​ appreciate the offer,‌​⁠ but I must‌ decline.”

“Wha…?!”​​

Before​ Tristan could ask​​‍ why, Joshua stepped⁠‌ forward urgently.

“Then​‌ come with me!‌‌‍ No knight will‌​ ever stand above‌‌ you, and all‌​ will honor you!⁠ I swear to‍ uphold this promise⁠‍‍ until my dying⁠‍ breath!”

Though‌⁠ exaggerated, the offer⁠​ meant making her⁠ his second-in-command for‌‍⁠ life.

Even​​‌ so, Felicia shook‌‍ her head again.‍‍⁠

“I‌⁠ appreciate such a high evaluation, but‍ I must refuse.”‌‍‍

After⁠​ turning down two‍⁠⁠ sons of Valdeck⁠ blood, the murmurs‌ grew louder.

Did⁠⁠‌ she accept the‌‍‌ duke’s investiture only⁠⁠ to reject all‍‌⁠ vows of loyalty?⁠​

Then,⁠⁠​ Jordi stood with‌​ a confident smile.​‌‌

“Felicia,⁠‍ future Swordmaster! Will​⁠ you not offer​‌⁠ me your sword?‍‍ If you swear​‍‌ loyalty to me,​​⁠ I’ll grant any​‍​ wish within my​‌ power. Eight Gods​‍ of the Sky,⁠‌​ bear witness to‌⁠ my vow!”

“What?!”​

“The⁠‌⁠ Pantheon Oath!”

The‌ crowd was shaken.⁠⁠

It⁠‌⁠ was an oath‍​‍ that, once spoken,⁠ could never be⁠​ taken back.

While‌​⁠ everyone held their​‍⁠ breath, Felicia responded‌ calmly.

“I​⁠ appreciate such a generous offer, but⁠‍‍ forgive my discourtesy—I‌​‌ must refuse.”

“…?!”‍​​

“My​‌ sword already has‌‍ a master. No‍​‍ matter what offer‍ I receive, I will never swear⁠‍‌ loyalty to anyone​‌ else.”

Jordi’s⁠⁠⁠ face twisted with​‍⁠ rage.

He​ had even made‌ the Pantheon Oath‌‍⁠ and was still‍‌‌ rejected—publicly.

In‌​⁠ the heavy silence​ that followed, Lucian‌​ stepped forward.

“Lucian‍‍​ Valdeck makes you‌ a proposal. As⁠‌ you can see,​​‍ I have nothing⁠ but this wretched​⁠⁠ body, and I can promise you⁠‍ nothing.”

“…”‍‌

“The⁠⁠​ future is uncertain,‍‌ the rewards are⁠​‍ scarce, and the⁠‍ dangers are constant.⁠ But if you⁠⁠ stay with me‌ until the end,‌⁠ we will carve‌ our names into‍​ history. Will you‌ come with me?”‌​

His‌​ brothers and the‌⁠ spectators looked at⁠ him as if⁠‍​ he had lost⁠⁠ his mind.

It⁠​‍ seemed like a proposal made to​‌ be rejected.

As‌‌ everyone braced themselves​‌​ to hear “I‌ appreciate the offer,​⁠ but…,” Felicia smiled‍‍ and knelt before⁠ Lucian.

“You‌​ made a mistake‍‍ in your proposal.‌ I don’t care​‍‍ if it’s in⁠⁠ the very center​ of hell—just allow‌ me to stay⁠ by your side.”‌​‍

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