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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 67

Chapter 67

“So‍⁠⁠ then… are you⁠ telling me that‍ the technique you‍​ used on me‌ that day was‌⁠ something you more⁠‍‌ or less pulled⁠ off by intuition?”⁠

“Well,⁠‌ something like that.”​‌

After⁠ hearing Lucian’s explanation,⁠‍⁠ Felicia raised her​‌⁠ eyebrows. A moment⁠⁠​ later, a voice‍​‍ so cold it‍ seemed to carry‌ an icy wind​‍‌ escaped her lips.​⁠

“My‌ lord, what were⁠‍​ you thinking doing​​​ something like that?​‌‍ If the trajectory​​ of the sword⁠ I was about⁠ to swing and​‌ my lord’s prediction⁠​​ had deviated even‍​⁠ a little, you‌‍ could have been​⁠ split in two⁠‍ right there!”

“But‌‌‍ you used that‌⁠ method too. Seeing‍​ you do it​ gave me the‍⁠ idea.”

“I⁠ can see mana,‍‍​ so it’s not⁠‌‌ the same! No⁠​ wonder my lord’s⁠‌‌ movements at the‍⁠ time were completely‍⁠‍ unpredictable…!”

Even‌‍ though time had​⁠ already passed, Felicia‌‌ brought a hand‌⁠ to her forehead‍​‌ as she recalled‌​ Lucian’s extreme recklessness.‌‍

The‌‌ thought that a single mistake could⁠​ have cost him​ his life sent​ a shiver through⁠‍​ her.

“Huff…‍⁠ what’s done can’t⁠​‍ be changed. But​⁠ never do something‌ like that again.”‍​‌

“Don’t‍‌ worry. Unless there’s‌ a talent truly‌⁠ worth risking my‍⁠‍ life for, there’s⁠ no reason to​‍ do it…”

“Even⁠‍​ if such a talent exists, you‍ still must not⁠‍‍ do it!”

“Alright,⁠​ alright.”

At⁠ Felicia’s firm shout,‍⁠ Lucian took a step back.

In‍ truth, if he​​ hadn’t known Felicia‍ in his past‍‌‌ life, he would⁠‌ never have done⁠⁠‌ something so dangerous,‍ but there was⁠‍​ no way to​ explain that.

After‌ getting a clear‌‌ answer from her‌ lord, Felicia finally​‌ nodded, satisfied.

“Very‌⁠‍ well. I’ll teach‍​ you the sword‍ as you wish.‍ However, I’m still⁠ learning myself, so‍‍ it’s best not‌ to have high​‌ expectations. Learning is⁠​​ one thing, but⁠‍ teaching isn’t something‌ I’m very confident‌ in.”

“I’m‌‌‍ not expecting anything⁠ extraordinary, so don’t‍⁠⁠ pressure yourself. I just need someone‍⁠‌ who sees swordsmanship‍⁠ from a different⁠⁠‌ perspective than others.”‍​‌

Lucian‍ said this without⁠‍ much conviction and⁠ formed a bitter⁠​​ smile inside.

In​⁠ his past life,‌ she had taught‌ so well—what lack‍ of confidence?

‘To⁠ be honest, more‍⁠‍ than Sir Eisen,‌​⁠ Felicia had true⁠‍ talent for teaching.’‍​

Though​​ she possessed talent‍​‍ that surpassed Eisen’s,‌‌ Felicia could precisely⁠ identify where those⁠ inferior to her​‍ were getting stuck.⁠‌⁠

Considering‌‌‍ that geniuses often‍ fail to understand‌ others’ perspectives, that‍ in itself was‌​ a talent.

For‌​‍ an exceptional swordswoman‌‍‌ to also have‌ teaching aptitude meant‍‌ she could cultivate​ high-level swordsmen.

“Also,​‍‍ the way I see things is⁠‌ different from others,‌‌⁠ so it’s better‌⁠‍ to listen to​‍ me with some‌​‍ filtering. It might⁠​ sound arrogant.”

“That’s‍​ exactly why I need your help‍​‌ even more.”

“Huh?⁠‍‌ What do you‌ mean…?”

“If‌‍​ we trade a few blows, you’ll​‌‍ understand.”

Lucian‌‍⁠ took a wooden​​ training sword and​ handed it to‌ Felicia.

Caught​​ off guard by​​ the sudden duel,​‍ she looked a bit confused, but‍ still exchanged a few light blows‍​‍ with him. Tap.‍‍⁠ With the sound⁠ of several brief​⁠ clashes, Felicia’s eyes‌ opened wide.

“My‍ lord, could it‌‌‍ be…?”

“It’s‍ as you think.”​

Lucian‍ smiled broadly and‌ added.

“Now⁠ I can see‌ the same things⁠‍‌ you do.”

***​

With​⁠‌ her face flushed​ with excitement, Felicia‍ immediately took Lucian‌​ to the training‌‍‍ grounds.

She​ seemed immensely happy⁠ just to be‍‌ able to share⁠‌ that vision no‍ one else had.‌

“If‍​​ my lord can‌‍ see the same​ things I do,​​ then you’ll know⁠‍⁠ how to use‌‍⁠ these eyes.”

“Isn’t​‌ it to foresee​ the enemy’s movements‌⁠⁠ and react beforehand?”​‌

“Exactly.‍​ But that method‌​​ only works against​‍‌ knights of similar‌ level or opponents‌⁠​ slightly stronger. If‌‌‍ the enemy is⁠⁠​ even stronger, these⁠​ eyes can become‍ poison.”

“…?”‌⁠​

Seeing‌​‌ Lucian tilt his​⁠ head in confusion,⁠⁠ Felicia took a stance.

“It’ll‍‍‍ be faster to‍​​ show you directly.‌ I’ll attack, so‍‍​ try to block‍‍‍ me.”

Lucian​‌ assumed the posture⁠ as she said.‌ Even against an​⁠‌ opponent with the‌‍​ same eyes, there‌​ was no way‌‍‍ to block everything‍ that could be⁠​ seen.

Even⁠‍ if it was‌‍ Felicia, the movement‌⁠ of mana was⁠​‌ visible to Lucian.‌⁠‌ When he tried⁠ to react to‍‍ the mana moving‍‌‍ diagonally—

Whoosh!​⁠

“…!”‍‍

Lucian‌​‍ shuddered as he⁠⁠‌ saw Felicia close⁠​‌ in instantly to‍‍​ a distance where‍‍⁠ he could feel⁠ her breath.

Before​⁠ he realized it,​‌‌ the cold touch​⁠ of the wooden‌​ sword she held‍ was already resting​⁠‍ against the back​⁠‍ of his neck.‌

“Did​​ you see it?”‌

“Yes…‍ I saw it.‌⁠ But I couldn’t‌ react.”

“That’s​‌ exactly it.”

Felicia‍​ smiled and lowered​⁠⁠ the wooden sword.⁠

“This​​ eye can easily⁠‌ make you believe‌‌ you’re omnipotent. But⁠​ if you rely⁠⁠ on it too​⁠ much, you can‍ lose the moment‌‌ to retreat. Seeing‌⁠ all of the‍​ enemy’s attacks makes‌‍⁠ you fall into‍ the illusion that⁠⁠⁠ you can almost⁠⁠‌ always win.”

“So‍⁠⁠ seeing the entire‍‍​ trajectory of the‍‌‌ attack doesn’t mean⁠ you can stop​ it?”

“That’s‍ right. A common​‍ knight, the moment‌ they sense the‍ difference in level,⁠​ would realize how⁠‌ absurd it is‍‍‌ to choose a head-on clash and‌⁠⁠ would look for​‍‍ another method.”

He⁠ understood.

Being​ able to swallow‌​⁠ a moderate difference‍‍ in level made​‌ it easy to⁠ fall into arrogance.‍‍‍

It‍⁠‍ was advice that‍ truly sank into‍​​ his bones. Choosing‌ without thought an⁠ option he would⁠ have avoided before,​‍​ just because his‌‌‍ vision had improved​⁠ a little, was‍‌ undoubtedly foolish.

“Of​​‌ course, you can’t⁠‌ always avoid a direct confrontation. There‍⁠‍ will be times⁠‌‍ when you have‌‌‌ to fight someone⁠‌ stronger than you.‍​‍ That’s why, from​ now on, I’ll⁠‌ teach you how​‌ to use this‌ eye.”

“How‌ to use this​⁠‍ eye?”

“The‌‍ movement of mana‍‌ doesn’t just show⁠‌‌ the trajectory. The‌ small vibrations, the‍ thickness, the distortion‌‌‌ of the air‍⁠ around it—all of⁠ that reveals the‍ enemy’s speed, the​ force contained in⁠ the attack, and​‌‌ the changes in​ the sword.”

Felicia⁠ concentrated mana in⁠‍ her eyes, signaling‍‍ him to imitate⁠ her. When Lucian‍ did the same,​ just as she​‍ said, the subtle⁠⁠ variations became much‌‌⁠ clearer.

“It’s⁠ good. Though it’s‌‍‌ a bit hard‍ to distinguish, it’s‌‍ extremely subtle.”

“If⁠‌ you practice often⁠⁠ with me, my​⁠ lord will improve⁠⁠ as well.”

“Practice?‌ In what way?”⁠‍

“By⁠​⁠ fighting a lot.”​

Felicia‍ smiled faintly as⁠​ she gripped the‍​ wooden sword.

“From‌‍ now on, I’ll‍​⁠ attack you continuously.‍ My lord must⁠‌ observe my attacks​‍‌ and counter at‍‍ the exact moment.”‍‍​

“…Don’t⁠‌ tell me that‍ if I fail,⁠ I’ll just take‍‍‌ the hit as​ it is? You​ won’t hold back​​‌ midway?”

“My​​⁠ lord, when my⁠ father trained me,‍ he always said‌​​ this.”

With⁠⁠‌ a completely serious⁠‌‍ expression, Felicia spoke⁠ clearly.

“Without‌‌ the pain of‍‌‌ failure, there is​ no progress.”

“…”‍‍​

“Alright,⁠⁠‍ then let’s begin.”‌

Seeing​‍​ Felicia’s mana ripple⁠ and flare like‌‌‌ a flame, Lucian’s‌​⁠ body shuddered.

It‌⁠ was the first​ moment, since his‍‍ past life, that‍⁠ he regretted his‍​⁠ own choice just⁠‍ a little.

***‍

“Good‌‌ work. We’ll stop‍​‍ here for today.”⁠‍‍

“Ugh…!”‍⁠

As‌ soon as Felicia‍ ended the training⁠ session, a groan‌ escaped Lucian’s lips‍‌ before he could‌‍ stop it.

It⁠ had already been‌‍​ a week since‌​ the special training‍ began.

During​‌⁠ that time, he’d⁠‌ taken so many‌‌‍ hits that he‍ couldn’t even clearly‍ tell what part⁠ of his body​ hurt anymore.

‘No…⁠ more like, since‍⁠ there’s not a single part that⁠‌⁠ hasn’t been hit,‍‌⁠ everything just hurts.’‍‍

Felicia’s​‍ training had been​‍⁠ so brutal that‌ the peace he‍​‌ felt at the⁠ beginning now seemed​‍​ like a distant‌‍⁠ dream.

Even⁠ Lucian himself, who​​‌ had proposed the⁠ training, had nearly⁠‍‍ swallowed his pride​​ and asked to​‍‌ end it.

The‍​ problem was that‌⁠‌ the results of‍‍​ that hellish training​ were far too​​ obvious.

‘If​ there weren’t any‌‍ results, I would’ve‍⁠ already asked to‌ stop, but I’m​‍ improving day by‌‍⁠ day—so clearly that​ I can’t.’

Though⁠⁠​ he complained, deep⁠‌ down Lucian was‌ satisfied.

After⁠​​ a week of⁠​ intensive training, he‍⁠ could now use⁠‌​ that “eye” completely.⁠‍​ He no longer​ only saw the​‍⁠ opponent’s movements, but‌⁠​ also how much‍ force they would⁠​ use and how‍‌ to respond.

The​‌ same applied to‍‌⁠ swordsmanship.

His‍ understanding of techniques‌⁠ remained the same‍‍ as before, but​​‌ his coordination between‍‍​ eyes and hands,‌​‍ as well as‍⁠⁠ his reaction speed,​ had increased explosively.‌⁠‍

‘At‍ this level, there’s‍ no need to‌ obsess over a one-shot duel anymore.‍‌ Rather than relying⁠ on a moment⁠⁠ of burst, it‌ wouldn’t be bad‌ to exchange blows​⁠⁠ directly either.’

“I’ll​​ say it again—don’t⁠ fall into the​⁠‌ trap of arrogance.”​

As⁠⁠ if she had‍‍ read his thoughts,⁠ Felicia spoke with‌ a serious expression.⁠

“It’s‍ true you’ve grown‍ stronger. It’s natural‍​‌ to want to​‌‌ test that strength.‌‌‍ But like I’ve​ told you again​‍⁠ and again…”

“If‌​ you avoided strong‍ enemies before, even‌​ after getting stronger,⁠​​ you must still‌‍‌ be cautious. I know. Never let‍⁠ your guard down.”‌‌

Lucian⁠ sincerely accepted Felicia’s‍ advice.

Unlike‍​ a knight who‌ devotes their life​ solely to the‍ sword, he was​⁠ someone who aspired⁠‌‌ to become a ruler.

Losing⁠ his life due⁠​ to competitive pride‍​‍ would be the‌⁠⁠ height of stupidity.‌⁠⁠

“I‌⁠ only thought of⁠ it as a possibility. No matter‌​ how much explosive‍‍ strength I gain,​​​ if the opponent‌ masters counter techniques,‌‍ I could end‌‌ up the one‌ losing. For now,⁠ I should be‌ glad to have‍ more options.”

“Yes,‌‍‍ that’s right. Limiting​⁠ your tactics to‍ only one approach⁠ is dangerous too.”‍

Hearing⁠ Lucian’s calm response,‍ Felicia finally showed‍‍​ a gentle smile.​

Knights⁠​‍ desperate to test⁠ their strength were‌ often the first‍⁠ to die.

Without​‍‍ cool judgment, even​‍​ those who trained⁠‍​ hard could fall⁠‌ before ever leaving⁠‍ their name in⁠⁠‌ history.

In‌‌​ that sense, Lucian​‌‌ was a relatively‍‌‌ reassuring lord.

At‌ times he threw‍⁠ himself into dangerous,‍ even shocking gambles—but​ never without a plan.

“Young‍‌ master.”

“Hm?”​‍

While‍​ Lucian massaged his‌ sore shoulder, Hans‌‍‌ appeared with a tense expression.

“His⁠ Excellency the Grand‍​‍ Duke is calling⁠⁠ for you.”

***⁠

After‍⁠‌ washing the sweat‌ off his body​‍‌ and changing clothes,‌ Lucian headed to‌⁠⁠ the Grand Duke’s​⁠ office.

However,‍ a question kept​ circling in his‍​ mind the entire‍​​ way.

‘This​ is strange. Normally,‍‍⁠ Father wouldn’t call⁠ me alone in‌​‍ a situation like‍ this.’

Lucian​‍ was already clearly‍⁠​ standing out in⁠ the competition for‌​ succession, and yet‍‍ he was being‍‌‌ summoned separately.

It‍ was obvious this‌ could cause misunderstandings‍ among his siblings.​​⁠

It⁠‌‍ didn’t seem like‍ the Grand Duke,⁠‌ who always tried⁠‌​ to give fair‍ opportunities to his‌‌ children and avoid‌‌ unnecessary suspicion.

‘Could‍ this be about⁠ the suppression of‍ the Krephelt rebellion?’​⁠‌

The​⁠ breaking of the‌‍ Grand Pact and⁠​ the empire’s withdrawal‌​‍ had caused some⁠⁠⁠ unrest on the‌​‍ continent, but not⁠ to the extent⁠ of his previous‍⁠ life.

The‌​‍ empire had maintained​​ its strength, and‌⁠ the first prince⁠‌ had also come‍​ out unharmed.

However,‍⁠​ since Krephelt had‍ declared independence, the‌‌​ empire couldn’t just⁠ pull back.

To‌ preserve its authority,⁠ it was necessary‌⁠ to reorganize the‍‍ coalition and crush‌​ them completely.

‘It⁠‌⁠ was about time⁠⁠ to try a new punitive expedition.​ Looks like the⁠​ emperor stepped in⁠​ and spoke to‌‌​ my father.’

The‍⁠‌ emperor had shown⁠ great sympathy toward​‌ Lucian during the‍‌ previous suppression campaign.​​

It‌ wouldn’t be strange‌‍ if he had‌ specifically requested Lucian‍ to be sent‍ before the new⁠ coalition was formed.‌⁠

With​ that conclusion in‌⁠⁠ mind, Lucian found‌ himself in front⁠ of the Grand‍‌ Duke.

“There’s‌ a problem in⁠‍⁠ the north.”

“…Huh?”​

For​ a moment, Lucian​ thought he’d misheard.‌ Not from the⁠ emperor—but from the⁠‍ Grand Duke himself—the‌‌‍ north?

“F-Father,​​⁠ excuse me, but⁠‍ when you say​‌​ the north… do‍​‍ you mean something‌‍ related to my​‌​ maternal family?”

“That’s‍⁠ right. That’s why‍‌ I called you.”⁠

“I’m‍​ already a Valdeck.​‍‍ It’s unfortunate that‌​ the lineage of⁠ my maternal family⁠ died out, but‌‌ bringing that up⁠ now…”

“I​​ know. It must‍​⁠ feel sudden to‌ you. I understand‍⁠ how you feel.‍⁠⁠ The problem is⁠‍ that someone unworthy​‍‍ has taken the‌‍ inheritance that was⁠‌‌ rightfully yours.”

“Inheritance…?”‌‌

“The⁠ County of Calix‌ is trying to⁠‍ unite the other‌ northern houses. They⁠​ claim they want‌‌​ to end the​‍ generations-long disputes and‌​​ restore the glory⁠⁠ of the old​⁠ kingdom.”

Lucian⁠⁠‌ had heard of‍⁠​ House Calix.

It‍⁠ wasn’t anywhere near‌⁠ the level of‍ the Grimaldi Duchy,​⁠ but it was‌ still a family​‍⁠ with some recognition​​ in the north.⁠‌

However,‌ they completely lacked​​​ the legitimacy needed​‌ to bring other‍‍​ houses under their‌​ rule.

“That’s‍‍ an overreaching ambition.”⁠​

“Yes,​ an excessive one.‌ They know it⁠⁠‍ themselves. Maybe that’s‌‍ why, instead of‌‌‍ using the name​‍ House Calix, they’re‍⁠ flying the banner‌ of House Grimaldi.”‌

“…!?”​‌

Hearing​⁠ the name of​‍‍ his maternal family‌ so suddenly, Lucian⁠ blinked in shock.​⁠

The‍ last descendant of​‍ House Grimaldi was‌‌ standing right there—yet​ someone else dared​ to use that⁠‍ name?

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