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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Felicia’s⁠‍‍ oath of loyalty‍‌​ made everyone open‍‌‌ their eyes wide.​​​ She said she​‍⁠ didn’t need any⁠⁠ kind of reward,​ only to be‍⁠ allowed to serve.‌‍‍

It‍⁠⁠ wasn’t just absolute​ loyalty, but a devotion so extreme‌⁠​ it bordered on​‌‍ madness.

Everyone‍ was shocked, but‍ the ones hit⁠⁠ the hardest were‍​‌ Lucian’s brothers.

“What​ the hell is‍​ this…?”

“Ah…‌⁠​ ah…”

Tristan‌‌ opened his eyes⁠ wide at a scene he had‍‍‌ never imagined, while‌‌ Joshua stood with​ his mouth agape,⁠⁠​ unable to utter⁠ a word.

Jordi’s⁠​ face, as he​⁠​ bit his lips​​ hard enough to⁠​ nearly draw blood,‍⁠⁠ was red as‌⁠ if he were‍ about to explode⁠⁠‌ at any moment.⁠⁠

While⁠​​ his brothers’ inner​​‍ worlds were turning‌‌ upside down, Lucian‍ drew his sword​‌⁠ and touched Felicia’s⁠​ shoulder.

“Then,​‌ Lucian Valdeck swears‍ that you and‍‌ I will walk​ together, even into​ hell.”

When​⁠ the oath between‍‍‍ lord and vassal‌⁠‍ ended, Felicia bowed‍‌‌ deeply and stood‍ beside Lucian.

It​​ was the moment‌‍⁠ when the owner⁠‍ of the future​‍‍ Swordmaster was decided.⁠‍

Everything⁠‍​ happened so quickly‌‌ that the knights​​‍ looked at one‌ another with stunned⁠‍ expressions.

In‍⁠ such a situation,‌​ it would have⁠​ been normal to⁠‍⁠ at least pretend‍⁠ to offer congratulations,‍⁠​ but everyone was‌‌ so shocked that​‌‍ not a single⁠‌⁠ cheer came out.‍⁠​

Clack,‌‌​ clack, clack.

Then,‍ suddenly, a knocking​‍‌ sound drew everyone’s‌‌‍ attention.

Some‌‍ knights were striking⁠ the ground with‍‍​ the sheaths of‍ their swords, others​‌‌ did the same​‍‌ with the shafts⁠ of their spears.⁠‌

It‍ was a battlefield⁠⁠‍ ritual, used to​ show respect to‌‌ someone worthy of​‍ honor.

Thump,‍ thump, thump.

At⁠⁠ first, it was​ only a few,​‌⁠ but slowly, as‍​⁠ others saw them,‌⁠ more soldiers and​‍‌ knights began to​‍‌ join in.

The⁠ more people participated,‍ the louder the​‌ sound grew, until​ it began to​‍⁠ shake the entire⁠ surroundings.

The⁠‍ knights, confused by‌‌⁠ the sudden ritual,⁠​​ soon understood the​‌ reason.

‘They’re⁠⁠⁠ the ones who‍​​ took part in‍ suppressing the Krephelt‍ rebellion.’

‘They’re‌⁠ showing respect to‌​‌ the third young‍ master who commanded‌ them?’

Boom,​ boom, boom.

The​‌‍ vibration spreading through⁠⁠ all of Kelheim‍ was like a collective shout.

A cry that said‌⁠​ that, at least​‍ to them, Lucian‍‍ was worthy of⁠ receiving the loyalty​ of the future‍⁠ Swordmaster. And when‍​⁠ that roar reached‍ its peak—

“Waaaaaah!”‍‌‍

“Long​​ live the third‍‍ young master!”

“Long‍ live Lady Felicia!”⁠‌‌

“Valdeck,‌​⁠ forever!”

A deafening cheer erupted,​⁠ blessing the two⁠ newly bonded lord​​⁠ and vassal.

As‍​ the soldiers’ ritual⁠ continued, everyone began‌ to recall the‌‌ achievements Lucian had‍‌ accumulated.

Even​⁠​ those still in​​‌ shock were swept​ up by the‍‌‍ fervor and ended‍ up voicing blessings‌ without even realizing‌‍ it.

Surrounded‌ by cheers from‍⁠ all sides, Lucian‌ and Felicia whispered‌​ to each other.​

“From​ now on, I am in your​‍​ care, my lord.”​​⁠

“Likewise.”‍‌

***​‍‍

— They say the‍ Swordmaster’s successor is‍‍​ actually a woman!​

— And that she​ swore loyalty to‌‍ the third young‍‌‌ master!

After⁠‍ the investiture ceremony,‍‍ those two rumors⁠ swept through all‌ of Valdeck territory⁠ like a storm.​⁠​ People couldn’t wrap⁠‌ their heads around⁠⁠ what had happened.⁠

It‌‍ was already shocking‍​​ that a knightess‍‍‍ worthy of a fairy tale truly‌‌‌ existed, but that‍​​ she had sworn‌⁠⁠ loyalty to a mere candidate like⁠ the third young​​ master was even‌​ harder to believe.‌‍‌

“What‌⁠⁠ the hell happened‍‍ here? Sure, the‍‌​ third young master⁠ has stood out​‍‌ lately, but isn’t⁠ it too much‌ for someone carrying⁠⁠ the Swordmaster’s succession?”‌

“Maybe‍ Sir Eisen planned⁠⁠ it? Did he‍ mean to show‍⁠ support for the‍​ third young master​ through his successor…?”⁠

“Nonsense!⁠‍ How long has​‍ it been since‌ he clearly stated⁠ he wouldn’t get​‌‍ involved in politics?‍​​ Dragging up old​‍ stories now?”

“But⁠​‌ if not that,⁠‌ it makes no‍‌​ sense! With how​⁠ easily scandals could‌ arise just for‍​ being a woman,⁠ what reason would⁠‌ she have otherwise!”​‍

Not‌ only Valdeck family​ knights, but even⁠‌⁠ knights from external​⁠ territories who heard​‍ the rumor were​‌​ stirred by this​ shocking event.

That’s⁠‌‌ how heavy the​‌⁠ name of Swordmaster⁠‌ weighed. While wild‍​ speculations spread, the​‌ truth began to‌‌‌ leak from the‌⁠‌ Valdeck family.

“I​⁠ heard recently that,‌‌​ in fact, the⁠‍ one who recommended​⁠⁠ Lady Felicia to‌⁠ Sir Eisen was⁠ the third young​⁠ master.”

“What?‍ Then what was‌‌‌ she doing before?”​⁠​

“They​‍ say she was⁠⁠ the illegitimate daughter​ of a certain⁠ family. The third‍ young master recognized‌⁠‌ her talent, despite‌‍ the abuse she‌​​ suffered at home,​ and brought her‍ with him.”

“Ah,⁠‌ now I get‍ it. Is that⁠‌​ why she saved‍‍‌ his life?”

“Of‍‌ course. In that⁠‌ case, it makes‌ no sense for‌​ her to serve‌​​ anyone other than‍‍‍ the third young‍ master. A knight⁠‍ dies for the​ one who recognizes​ their worth.”

Once‌ the situation became‌‌​ clear, the knights​ began to unanimously‌ praise Lucian and‍‌‌ Felicia’s story.

Even‌‍‍ someone with a talent capable of​‍ shaking the world​‍ will disappear into⁠‌⁠ the shadows of⁠⁠ history if never‌⁠‌ given a chance‍⁠ to shine.

For⁠‌‌ a knight who​​ values honor, the‌​‍ favor of being‌ recognized and given​‌ the chance to⁠‍‌ earn fame weighs⁠⁠ even more than​ a life debt.⁠

As‍ the truth spread,‍⁠‍ the baseless rumors‍​ calmed down, but​⁠​ now others began‍‍ to feel uneasy.​‍‍

‘Whatever‌‌ the reason for​‍‍ her oath, she⁠‌⁠ is the future​⁠ Swordmaster. That symbolism‍‍ can’t be ignored.’⁠

‘There​⁠‍ are many knights‍ fascinated by the⁠ name Swordmaster. Whether​⁠‌ out of ambition‍‌ or reverence, they​⁠‌ always flock like​‍‌ moths to the​ flame around a young Swordmaster.’

‘And‌​ if she’s a woman, they’ll come⁠​​ even just to​‍‌ test her strength.⁠‍‍ This is a serious problem. At​⁠ this rate, a faction will form​​ before we have‍‍ time to intervene.’​​‌

Those‌ who had treated​‌ Lucian as just‍‌⁠ another candidate and‍​‍ stayed out of‍‌ it began to‌ grow impatient.

No‍​‍ matter how great‌​ his achievements, it⁠⁠⁠ had only been‍‍‌ a year, and‍​ they thought it⁠‌‌ was too early⁠‍ to invest, so⁠‍⁠ they kept their‌⁠‍ distance.

But⁠‍‌ if they kept​⁠ hesitating, the fame​‍⁠ of the future‍ Swordmaster could lead‌‌‌ to the formation‍⁠‍ of a solid‍‌ power base before​‌ they could act.‌

And⁠ once talent has‌ gathered, trying to​⁠⁠ join afterward always⁠‍⁠ brings fewer benefits.⁠

‘No,‍ we can’t wait‍‍‌ any longer. At‌‌ the very least,‍ we need to​​ form some kind‌⁠‌ of connection as⁠‍‌ soon as possible.’‌⁠

‘At‌‍ the minimum, the‌ third young master‌‌⁠ lacks resources. We’ll‍‌‌ start by sending‍​⁠ him gifts and‌‌ earning his favor​‍⁠ little by little.’⁠

‘Should​⁠​ we switch sides‌‍ now? Losing what​ we invested hurts,​ but if we​​​ can board the‌‌ same ship as‌​‍ the next great‌ duke…’

They‍ weren’t just opportunists​‍ trying to cling‌​ to Lucian’s fame—these​⁠​ were real heavyweights,⁠ capable of mobilizing‌‍ both military power⁠​ and wealth.

***‌⁠‍

“The​‌ young master, another⁠⁠‍ gift has arrived.”‌​

“From⁠⁠ whom?”

“From‌‍⁠ the branch manager‍‌ of the Rott⁠‍‍ Company.”

“Just‍ toss it somewhere​​‍ in a corner.”‌‌

Lucian​ waved his hand‌ without even checking​⁠‍ the letter that‍ came with the​ gift.

Seeing​‌‍ yet another item​⁠⁠ added to the‌ enormous pile of‌ presents, Hans made‍⁠ an exasperated face.‍​‌

“Is⁠ it really okay​‍​ to do this?⁠⁠ Since we’ve received​‍‌ something, shouldn’t we‍⁠⁠ at least send⁠​‌ a reply?”

“A‌​ reply for what?⁠ They’re only approaching​​‌ because they need‍‌​ something. Unless it’s‍ someone with power‌ we absolutely can’t‌‌‍ ignore, it’s not‍‌‌ worth it. And​‍‌ besides…”

Lucian‍‌‍ slightly turned his⁠⁠​ head and smiled‍ slyly.

“Now​‌‍ I have the⁠‍ solid future Swordmaster⁠‌​ by my side.‍‍ Even if they‍‍ hold a grudge,‌⁠ there’s nothing to​ fear.”

“Such​‍ generous words.”

Felicia‌ bowed deeply, responding⁠⁠ to her lord’s⁠​ trust.

After​ the investiture ceremony,‌⁠ Lucian had appointed⁠ her as his​ escort knight and​​‌ kept her constantly‍​ at his side.⁠‌⁠

It‍​ was both to​⁠ show their connection​‌ to the outside‌​ world and to​ strengthen the bond⁠‌ between lord and​​‌ vassal.

‘Good​ thing Sir Eisen⁠‍‌ is flexible. With‍ how urgent her‍‌​ training is, he​‌‌ could’ve taken her‌‍ away immediately saying‍⁠⁠ he’d send her⁠‍​ later, and I wouldn’t have been‍‍‌ able to object.’​‍

Lucian‌ let out a silent sigh of⁠⁠⁠ relief.

With‌‍ so little time‌‍ left to live,⁠‍⁠ Eisen would want‍ to pass down​‍ his sword techniques⁠​‍ as soon as‍⁠‌ possible.

However,​ unexpectedly, he had‌ readily accepted Lucian’s​ proposal.

— Do what you‍​ see fit. It​‍ would be strange‍ for a knight​‍⁠ who just swore⁠‌​ loyalty to immediately⁠ part from her‍‌‌ lord. Even if‍ it takes time,⁠​ it’s better to‌​ clear up any⁠‍‍ misunderstandings before she​‌‍ leaves.

Though⁠⁠‍ he had only⁠ instructed Felicia for⁠⁠ a few months,‌ there was no‌‌⁠ trace of impatience‌‌ on Eisen’s face.⁠‌‌

It‍⁠ was the calm‌ of someone convinced‍‍ that, even after‍ accepting Lucian’s request,⁠‍‍ there was still‌⁠​ plenty of time⁠ to pass on​ everything necessary.

‘She⁠‌‍ really is an⁠‌ incredible talent. To​‌ make even Sir‍‍ Eisen—who understands the⁠‌ limits of his⁠ life—so at ease.’⁠​​

Lucian⁠ clicked his tongue‌​⁠ at Felicia’s talent,‌ feeling a peculiar​ sense of satisfaction.​

Now,‌‌​ that knight with⁠​ talent enough to‌​‌ shake the world‍‌ belonged entirely to‌‍‍ him.

Suddenly,‌​‌ the faces of‌‌ his brothers crossed‌ his mind.

“Come⁠‍‌ to think of‍‍ it, have you⁠ heard anything about‍⁠ my other brothers?‌⁠ It’s been a while since the⁠‍ ceremony.”

He⁠ still clearly remembered‌‍ their frustrated, furious,​ and pale expressions⁠ upon losing the⁠​⁠ Swordmaster’s heir.

At⁠‌⁠ the time, it​⁠‌ looked like they‌‍‍ were ready to‌‌ draw their swords‍‌​ and charge at⁠‌‍ him immediately, but‍ now everything was‍​‌ strangely quiet.

“I⁠‌ only heard it⁠‍ as a rumor,​‌‍ but they say⁠‌ the first young⁠ master locked himself⁠‍ away after the‌⁠‍ ceremony. He hasn’t​ stepped out of⁠⁠⁠ his room even‌‌ once.”

“And‍ the other two?”​‌‌

“They⁠​​ seem to meet​‌ frequently, but they‌ usually just argue​⁠‍ and part ways.‌​⁠ I don’t know⁠ exactly what they‌‌ talk about.”

Tristan‌ locked away from​‌ the shock, and​​​ Jordi and Joshua⁠ unable to form​ a solid alliance​ due to mutual‍‌ distrust?

At‌ that unexpected result,​ Lucian unintentionally let⁠‌ out a bitter‌‌⁠ smile.

He‍⁠⁠ had expected the⁠‌ three to team‍‌​ up immediately to‍ try and bring​‌​ him down, but‍ instead, they were‌⁠ completely scattered.

‘Well,‍ it’s perfect for​‍ me.’

Without‍⁠​ pressure from his⁠‍‌ brothers, he could⁠ make much better​ use of his‍‍​ time.

After​⁠ sorting out his‍‍‍ thoughts, Lucian looked‍ at the large‌‌‌ pile of gifts⁠‌ and gave Hans⁠​ an order.

“Send​⁠​ all those gifts​ to Hugo so⁠ he can liquidate⁠⁠ them. We’ll use⁠⁠‌ the money to⁠​⁠ buy medicinal ingredients.”​⁠

“Again?‍​ Even after we​ sold off the‌ previous gifts, there’s​ still plenty of‍‌​ money left.”

“We’ll​ be running short⁠​ again soon. We‍ have to earn​​ as much as⁠ possible while we‍ still have time.”​

“In​​ that case, maybe‌​​ it would be‍‌ better to get‌​⁠ a more or​‍​ less steady sponsor…”‌

“No.”‍‍

At‌​ Hans’s suggestion, Lucian⁠‌ shook his head‍​ seriously.

At‌ least for now,⁠ he couldn’t afford‍ to owe anyone‍⁠‌ anything.

‘It’s‌ not just a temporary shortage of‍⁠‌ funds—it’s that there’s​​​ no stable income‍‌ source. If a sponsor shows up‍‍⁠ now, they might‍ end up planted‌ directly as the​‌ financial head. Once‍​ there’s an easy⁠ path, you become​ dependent on it.’​

In​ the worst case,⁠⁠ even the financial⁠ base supporting his​ faction could fall‌⁠ into the hands‍‌ of an outsider.‌​

Even‍​ if that person‍‌ swore loyalty, the⁠‍⁠ fact they had​⁠ helped Lucian in‌‍ a critical moment‌‌ would become a debt—one demanding a guaranteed position among​‍‍ his vassals and​​‍ treatment to match.‍⁠⁠

Unless‍​​ it was someone⁠‌ absolutely trustworthy, he​ didn’t want to​‍ see that happen​‍ later.

‘At​ the very least,‌ the funding source⁠‍ must be in‌‌ my own hands.‌ Better to delay​⁠‍ forming the faction‍⁠⁠ than to rely​​ on someone else’s‌‌ money.’

“Understood.⁠​‍ I’ll send the‌ gifts to Hugo⁠ for liquidation.”

Noticing​⁠ that Lucian had‌ fallen into thought,​‍ Hans moved right‍⁠ away.

At​‍‌ least he realized⁠​ his comment had‍ touched a sore⁠ spot for his⁠⁠ lord.

“I’m⁠‌ counting on you.​‌⁠ And Felicia.”

“Yes,⁠⁠⁠ my lord.”

“Teach​‌ me how to‍ use a sword.”‍

“…Huh?”‍​

Felicia‍‍‌ unintentionally showed a confused expression.

She⁠​ didn’t seem to‌‍ understand why he​⁠ wanted to learn‍‌⁠ from her. At​⁠ her unexpected reaction,‍⁠⁠ Lucian even felt‍⁠ a bit awkward.⁠

“Is​‌ it so strange‍ for me to⁠‌​ ask you to‌ teach me? There’s‌ nothing odd about⁠​​ wanting to learn⁠ swordsmanship from the⁠ future Swordmaster.”

“No,​​‌ but… do you⁠​ really need to‌‍ learn from me?”‌

“I’m‍ learning the Lionheart‍​ Sword, but apart‍ from the technique⁠ itself, my swordsmanship​‍​ isn’t anything special.‌ You know that⁠⁠​ the level of‌ a technique and⁠⁠⁠ individual skill are‌ two different things.”‍

“That’s‌​⁠ true, but…”

After​​ hesitating for a moment, Felicia expressed​ her honest thoughts.‌​

“My‌​ lord already defeated​ me once. With‌ your talent, you‍⁠⁠ must be far⁠‍ stronger now than‌​ back then.”

“…”‍⁠​

At‌​ those words, Lucian‍‍ discreetly looked away.​

It⁠‌ seemed he would‌⁠ have to clear‌ up the misunderstanding‌ about his own‍⁠​ talent first.

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