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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 68

Chapter 68

“With‌⁠ what right do⁠​⁠ they say something‌⁠​ like that?”

“It’s‌ not like they​‍ have no right⁠‍ at all. The‍‍ County of Calix‍ was a family​⁠‍ that, back in⁠ the days of⁠‌ the old northern‍ kingdom, produced several‍​ generations of royal⁠ guards, and after‌ the kingdom fell,⁠‌ they also married⁠‍ into House Grimaldi.”⁠‌​

In​⁠ other words, even​⁠‍ if indirectly, the‌ blood of the​‍ ducal House Grimaldi‌‌⁠ also ran through‍‌‌ the veins of⁠ House Calix.

At​​ the very least,‌‍ they weren’t invoking⁠ the name of‌‌ the ducal house‌ out of nowhere.‍ The problem was‍‍‍ which of the​‍ two had the‍‍ closer claim.

“When‌⁠ was the last​‍‌ time House Grimaldi⁠ and House Calix​ were joined by​‍​ marriage?”

“A​⁠ hundred years ago.‌​‌ A daughter of‌‌ the ducal house​ was sent to​‌ House Calix.”

“A⁠‌ hundred years ago…”⁠‌

Lucian⁠⁠ muttered with a dry laugh.

It​​ was already absurd​ for the bloodline‌ to be so‌⁠‌ distant, but the‍ fact that it⁠ had also been⁠⁠ a whole century‌⁠⁠ made it worse.‍​‍

Unless​⁠ Lucian had died⁠ and the entire‍ direct line had‌​‍ become extinct, in‍‌​ the current situation,⁠⁠​ they had no‌‍ authority whatsoever to​⁠ invoke the name‌ of House Grimaldi.‍​‌

It‌ was like a distant eighth cousin‍‍‌ suddenly showing up​‌⁠ to claim an‍‍ inheritance while the​ rightful grandchild was‍‌ still alive.

“Ridiculous.​ They should’ve at‍​‍ least asked my⁠‌ permission.”

“You​ would have just‌‍‍ made the excuse‍⁠ that you’re not⁠ someone from the‌‍​ north. In politics,⁠‌‍ this kind of‌​⁠ wordplay isn’t rare.​ That doesn’t mean‍​ it isn’t brazen.”‍

A faint irritation crept‍⁠ into the Grand⁠‌ Duke’s calm voice.‌⁠‌ Only then did‍⁠ Lucian realize that⁠ this matter wasn’t‍ only serious to​‌⁠ his father, but‍​​ to the imperial⁠ family as well.⁠⁠

“And⁠‍​ what does His⁠‍‍ Majesty the Emperor⁠ say?”

“Naturally,⁠ he’s extremely displeased.​‍ He said this‍‌ must be stopped‌‌⁠ before it grows‍‌ worse. The problem⁠‍ is, right now,⁠ the imperial family​ doesn’t have the‍‍⁠ leeway to intervene.”⁠⁠‍

“Because⁠⁠ of the suppression‍‍ of the Krephelt​​​ rebellion?”

“That’s‌‍‍ right. Even though‌‍⁠ we managed to‍‍ end it with‍‌ minimal losses, it’s‍ still true that‍ the previous attempt⁠⁠​ to subdue the‌‍ rebellion failed. For​‍⁠ the sake of⁠‌‌ the Empire’s prestige,​⁠⁠ it’s necessary to​​​ quickly reorganize the‍‌⁠ coalition and make‍ them pay the​​ price for their‌ betrayal.”

Having​ failed once, the‌ Empire’s goal was‍ to crush Krephelt‌‌ completely by gathering​​ all possible strength.‍‌

Of‍‌ course, while they​ focused on that​​‍ campaign, they couldn’t‍‌⁠ divert resources to‍⁠⁠ intervene in the‍⁠ north.

A single misstep could⁠‌ further erode the⁠‍ already weakened imperial​ authority.

“The‌​‌ bigger issue is⁠‌​ House Calix. They​‌ talk about the‌​ glory of the‍ north and such,‍‌‌ but insist that​ this isn’t a rebellion against the‍⁠ imperial family. They’re⁠​​ acting extremely submissive.‍ They say it’s⁠​⁠ all just a pretext to end​ the constant northern⁠‍ civil wars.”

“It’s‍ completely unbelievable.”

“I‍​‍ agree. So does​‍ His Majesty. It’s‍‍‍ probably just an​ excuse to avoid​⁠​ interference while they‌‌‌ unify the north‌ under their command.‌ What’s annoying is⁠ that the timing‍ is too perfect.”‌‌​

Because​ of the Krephelt​⁠ rebellion, the imperial‍ family couldn’t focus​‌ on the north.⁠‌‌

Furthermore,⁠​‌ House Calix was‌‌ acting with a degree of legitimacy‍‍ and deliberately keeping⁠​ a humble stance.‌⁠

If​⁠ too much suspicion‍ was shown and‍ pressure was applied,‍‌ it might provoke⁠⁠​ not only House​​ Calix but the⁠​ entire north.

“So​ you need me.⁠​ If I go,​‌‍ as the closest‌ person to House‍ Grimaldi, I can‍⁠‍ crush their justification.”‌

“Exactly.‌‌‍ However…”

Grand⁠​ Duke Sigmund hesitated⁠‌‍ for a moment⁠ and then looked​​ at Lucian with​​‍ a stern expression.‍​

“The⁠⁠ north has always‌‌​ been a region⁠⁠ with a strong‌ martial spirit and‌⁠‍ deep hostility toward⁠ outsiders. No matter‌⁠​ how close your‍ bloodline is, since⁠ you weren’t born‌‍‍ or raised there,⁠ they won’t fully⁠ accept you.”

“…”‍‌‍

“Not‌ only House Calix—even​‌⁠ those who once​ revered House Grimaldi⁠ will test you.‌ And none of‍‌ those tests will​ be easy to‌ overcome.”

Upon​ hearing that, Lucian‍‌ recalled his past⁠​​ life.

Among​ the mercenaries, there​‍‌ were sometimes men⁠‌⁠ from the north⁠‌ who barely spoke‌⁠‌ to outsiders.

They‌‍ quietly did their‌​ jobs and left‌ after receiving payment.​ Some praised them⁠ as stoic northern‌ men, taciturn and⁠‌‌ dependable.

‘What‌​ a huge misunderstanding.’⁠

Later,​ he learned that​ northerners weren’t especially​ quiet.

They⁠ simply didn’t open​‌ their hearts to‌ people they didn’t⁠ recognize. Once they‌‍ accepted someone, they​ became overwhelmingly talkative‍⁠‍ and more than​‌⁠ made up for​‌ it.

‘Those‌‌​ who praised them⁠ as stoic northerners‌‍ were just revealing‌​ that they had‌⁠ never been accepted.’‍

As‍ Lucian hid a bitter smile, the‌‍ Grand Duke’s voice​​​ sounded again.

“I’ll​‍​ be frank. His‌‌ Majesty wants you​ to go north​⁠‌ and neutralize House‍ Calix’s justification. He​‍ believes you can‍⁠ bring peace to​ the Empire.”

“That’s⁠‌ too much credit.”​‌‌

“Even‌ so, I want‌​‍ to leave the⁠ decision in your⁠⁠ hands. No matter⁠⁠ how much His‍‍‍ Majesty desires it,‍ I don’t want‌‌ to force you.”​​​

There‌‌ was a concern​ on Sigmund’s face​ that he couldn’t‌‌ hide.

He‌‍ wasn’t speaking as‌‍ the Grand Duke​‌ of the Empire,​ but as a father worried for‌‌​ his son.

“House‌⁠ Calix has undoubtedly​ stolen an inheritance‌ that should’ve been⁠⁠ yours. But that‍ inheritance is vague,‌ and you may​ never even need​ it. On the​‌​ other hand, the‌⁠ north is a harsh and difficult​ land, with a very stubborn nature.‌‌ And above all—”‌‌‌

“In⁠⁠ the north, not‍ even the name⁠​ of House Valdeck​ will hold weight.”‍

Lucian‍ added, beating him‌ to it.

He‍⁠ knew exactly what⁠‌⁠ his father was⁠ worried about.

“They’re‌ people who’ve lived⁠​ for generations confined⁠⁠‍ to the north.‍⁠‌ Their connection to⁠‍​ the imperial family‌​‌ is weak, so‌ unless it’s the‍‌‍ Emperor himself, they​‍‍ won’t welcome anyone​‌‌ easily.”

Just‌‌ as the Grand‍‍‌ Duke had said,‌ not even Lucian​‌ could avoid the⁠ trials of the‍​⁠ north.

In⁠‌⁠ fact, knowing that‍​‍ he carried Grimaldi​​‌ blood, they’d probably⁠ test him even​​⁠ more harshly—wanting to‌⁠⁠ see if he‌​ was truly worthy‌ of such noble‍‌‍ blood.

‘And​ even if I pass those trials,​ I’ll only be‌‌ at the starting⁠​‌ line. After that,​‌ I’ll have to⁠‍‍ immediately confront House​ Calix and its‍‌ supporters in a battle for legitimacy.’​⁠

In⁠​ other words, he’d‍‍‍ have to enter‍⁠ enemy territory and⁠ fight with virtually‍ nothing to rely⁠‌‌ on.

Even​⁠ if it was​ just a county,​⁠ if they had⁠ been rooted in⁠ the north since‍⁠ the days of‍ the old kingdom,‍ their influence would‌‌ be comparable to‍⁠ that of a border marquis.

In⁠‌ short, Lucian would​‍‌ have to fight‍‍⁠ a grueling battle‌‍ with his bare​‍ hands.

“Even⁠ so, I want⁠​ to go north.”⁠​

“…Why?‌⁠⁠ Knowing how difficult​​​ it will be,⁠​ why go?”

“Because‍‍ they took something‌‌​ that should’ve been‍​ mine.”

Lucian​‌ looked straight into⁠ the Grand Duke’s‍ eyes as he​ spoke.

No‍​ hollow rituals of‌ loyalty or formalities—just⁠‌​ pure sincerity.

“That⁠⁠‍ was mine. Even​‍​ if I would’ve​⁠⁠ spent my whole‍ life with it‌⁠ tucked away in‌ a storeroom, it‍‌ wasn’t anyone else’s.​ But they, without⁠⁠‍ even asking permission‌‌ or showing the‌⁠​ slightest respect, took‌‍ it out as‌​‌ they pleased and​‌​ are now flaunting⁠‌‍ it as if‌​ it was always​‍ theirs.”

“….”‍

“I​‌‍ want to ask​‌⁠ you something, Father.​⁠​ Even if it’s​⁠​ meat he won’t‍ eat, can someone‌​⁠ who lets others⁠⁠ steal his prey‍‍‍ without a word​​ still be called‍ a lion?”

The‍ name of House‌​‌ Grimaldi was undoubtedly‌‍ an ambiguous inheritance.​⁠​

Maybe‌ it could be⁠⁠⁠ used extremely well—or⁠⁠ maybe Lucian would​‍‍ have gone his‌​ whole life without‍‌‌ ever touching it.⁠

But‌ whatever the case,⁠​​ the legitimate right‍‌‌ to use the‍‌‌ name Grimaldi belonged‍‌ to him.

House⁠‌⁠ Calix knew all⁠‍ that, and still⁠​ ignored Lucian and‌⁠​ used it for‍ their own gain.⁠‍‌

“I’m‌ not the kind‍ of person who‌ can just smile​‌ and let it‍ go after seeing‍‌​ someone use what’s​⁠⁠ mine without permission.”⁠‍‍

“Hahaha!”⁠‍

At‍‌​ Lucian’s direct response,​‍​ the Grand Duke‌⁠ burst into laughter.‌​​

After‌​‍ laughing heartily for​ a while, Sigmund‍‌ stroked his beard​‍ with a satisfied‍⁠ smile.

“Well‍​‍ said. We can’t‍‍ let a thief⁠ who steals what’s‌⁠ not his and​‌ still walks with‌‌ his head held‌ high roam freely.​‌‍ Do as you​‌‍ wish.”

“Thank‍⁠ you.”

“When‌ do you plan‌⁠ to head north?​ Not immediately, I assume?”

“I‌​ plan to leave⁠ within a week.‍⁠ I need time‌ to prepare.”

“Understood.​⁠ But before you‌‍ depart, attend a family meeting.”

Upon‌​​ hearing those words,⁠‍⁠ Lucian’s eyes widened.​

A family meeting was⁠ only called when⁠ there was something‌​ truly serious. What‌ had happened?

As‌‌ if reading the‌ question on his⁠ face, the Grand​⁠​ Duke answered right‌​​ away.

“His‌ Majesty the Emperor​ wants to reorganize‍ the allied army.”‌‌​

“…!”​

***‌

“…”‍⁠⁠

“…”​​‌

The​‍ atmosphere of the‌ family meeting was⁠ heavily oppressive.

On⁠‌​ previous occasions, at⁠⁠‌ least there were⁠​​ silent tensions exchanged,‍​ but this time,⁠ there wasn’t even‍​ room for that;‍‌‌ everyone had lost‌‌ their composure.

Amid⁠⁠⁠ the tense silence,⁠‌‍ the Grand Duke⁠​​ opened his mouth.​​

“His⁠⁠‍ Majesty the Emperor‍​‌ has ordered the​⁠​ reorganization of the​​ allied army.”

“…!”​‍‍

“This​⁠ time, he intends⁠‍‍ to completely crush‍​​ the Krephelt rebellion.‌⁠​ Naturally, I will​​ also go on‍‍‍ the campaign.”

Since‍⁠‌ the Great Pact​​ had been broken,‌​ there was no‍⁠‍ way to predict⁠⁠​ the enemy’s movements.‍‌​

It​ wasn’t a situation‍‍⁠ that could be‌ left to a mere delegate; it​‌⁠ made sense that‍⁠‍ the Grand Duke⁠‌ himself would take‍⁠‍ the lead.

What‌ mattered was what‌ would happen after⁠⁠‌ his departure.

“Then,‌‌‌ who do you⁠​ plan to name‍ as regent of​​ the house while​ you’re on campaign?”​‌⁠

Veronica,‌ Tristan’s mother, asked,‌‍ covering her flushed‌‍​ face with her⁠ fan.

It⁠​ was a difficult‍‍ question to ask,‌ but on a battlefield where the⁠‍ Great Pact was‌​‌ no longer respected,⁠⁠⁠ there was no⁠ guarantee that the​‌​ Grand Duke would‌​‌ return alive.

Depending⁠‌‍ on who was‌⁠ chosen as regent,‌‌ that person could‌ end up becoming​ the next Grand‍​​ Duke.

“Before⁠‌ deciding the regent,‍​ there’s something I must say. In‌‍ addition to myself,​⁠ I plan to‌‌‍ take one of​ my sons as​ an aide.”

“…!?”‍

“This‌‌ time, it’s not⁠‌‍ at the Emperor’s⁠‍ request—it’s my own.⁠ Is there anyone‍ who wishes to​ volunteer?”

The‌ Grand Duke’s unexpected‌ proposal left everyone‍⁠ with confused expressions.‌

If‍‍ the Great Pact​⁠ had been broken,​⁠ the danger of​⁠‍ the battlefield would‍‍‍ be far greater‌⁠​ than before, and‌​ yet he was‌​​ asking them to‌ accompany him.

While​​⁠ everyone looked at‍‌⁠ each other warily,​‍⁠ it was Julia,‌‍ Jordi’s mother, who⁠‌ spoke carefully.

“If​‌ the third son‌ goes, like last‌‍⁠ time…”

“The​​‌ third has matters⁠​‌ to attend to⁠ in the north.⁠​ He will not‌ be able to​ accompany me.”

“T-the‍ north?”

“An⁠ issue related to​‍‌ House Grimaldi. Recently,‌ House Calix has​‌ been ignoring Lucian⁠‍ and acting as⁠‌‍ if they were⁠​‍ the heirs of​ the Grimaldis.”

When‌⁠ the Grand Duke​ explained the situation‌‍‌ in detail, everyone’s⁠‌​ expressions hardened.

A battlefield where the‌‌‌ Great Pact would‌⁠​ not be respected,‌‌ the exact moment‍‍ when Lucian couldn’t⁠⁠ participate, and a request for a companion with unclear​‌ intentions.

‘Could‍ it be he​ wants to eliminate‍‍ the other sons‍ to clear the‍‌​ path for the‌ third? Since his‍​ base is weak,⁠⁠ if the others​​ don’t recognize his​ succession, it could‌‌ cause problems.’

‘No…​⁠ that can’t be.‍ Father isn’t the⁠ kind to plot​ something like that.‍‍ But if he‌ truly has already‌​ chosen the third‍‍ as the next‌⁠ head…’

As⁠​ suspicion grew, the⁠⁠​ first to explode‍‌ was Veronica.

“This​⁠⁠ is too much,‍​ really!”

Veronica​‍‍ harshly threw down‌​⁠ the fan she​⁠​ always carried and‍‍ stood up with‌‌ a start.

The⁠⁠⁠ Grand Duke stared‍‍‍ at her without⁠ blinking, even though‌‌‍ she had lost‌​‍ her composure.

“What⁠⁠‌ do you mean?”‍

“The​‌ favoritism toward the‌‌‌ third! Why is⁠⁠⁠ that child always‍⁠ excluded, without exception?⁠‍​ Do you think‌⁠⁠ that just because​‌​ he already went‍‌ once, including him​⁠⁠ again would be⁠ unfair?”

“Ha.”​‌

At​ her words, the‍ Grand Duke responded​⁠​ with a cold​⁠‍ laugh.

“When​​ an enemy of​ the Empire appears,‍⁠‌ leading troops and⁠‍‍ rallying under the⁠‍⁠ imperial banner is‍ the first duty⁠ of every feudal⁠⁠ lord. Along with‌⁠​ taxes, it is​⁠ an obligation that‍⁠ must never be⁠ neglected. And yet‍ you speak as​ if it were‍‍⁠ a punishment.”

“You‍‍‌ are the feudal‌ lord! Not our‍ sons!”

“And‍​​ one of my‌ sons will become​​ the next lord.⁠ If, when that‌ time comes, he⁠‍⁠ hides in fear⁠‌‍ of the battlefield,​​ do you think⁠​‌ he has the⁠ right to inherit‍​‍ from me?”

“…!”‌⁠⁠

Veronica,‌​ pale as paper,⁠‌‌ opened and closed‌ her mouth without‍⁠‌ being able to⁠‌ respond.

Then,​ the Grand Duke‌ sharply rebuked her.​

“Remember‍⁠ this well. Whether⁠⁠⁠ or not the‌⁠ Great Pact is‌ upheld, the obligations‌ must be fulfilled.‌‌‍ I have no⁠ intention of naming​⁠⁠ someone heir who⁠‌‌ cannot even carry​⁠ out his basic​⁠ duties.”

At​‍⁠ the Grand Duke’s​‌ firm declaration, Lucian⁠ nodded silently.

From​ the beginning, a titled noble was​ absolutely required to‌ fulfill two things‌⁠‍ the payment of​⁠ taxes and military‍‍‍ mobilization.

Refusing‍‍ to go to⁠⁠‍ the battlefield using​‌‌ the broken pact‌‍ as an excuse​‌ was nothing more​‍⁠ than childish whining.‍‍​

When‌​ Veronica, speechless, hesitantly‍‍ returned to her⁠⁠​ seat, the Grand‌ Duke looked around⁠⁠ and spoke.

“I’ll‌ ask one last​‌ time. Is there⁠​‍ no one who​ wishes to go⁠ to the battlefield​‌​ alongside this father?”​⁠‌

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