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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 73

Chapter 73

“….”​‌⁠

Lucian​‍​ was momentarily at⁠​ a loss for​ words. He had⁠​ asked how to⁠ form a power⁠‍‌ base, and suddenly⁠‌‌ he was being​⁠ told to defeat​ him.

“Excuse⁠‌⁠ me, are you⁠ saying this as⁠ some kind of‍​​ metaphor? Like, to‍‍ prove wisdom or​​⁠ something…?”

“Wisdom,‌‍​ my ass. Of​‍ course not. I mean we fight‌⁠​ for real. With​‍​ fists or swords,⁠‌ whichever you prefer.”‍⁠​

“Hmm.”​

It⁠‌ didn’t seem like‍​ he had misheard.​​ Harald was completely‍​‌ serious when he‌⁠ said he wanted‌‍ Lucian to defeat​ him.

While​‌ Lucian hesitated for⁠ a moment, unsure‌​ of how to‌⁠‍ respond, Harald poured⁠‌ himself more beer‌​‍ and spoke.

“It’s​‍ been centuries since‍‍ the north came‍‌ under the Empire.‍ The value of​‍⁠ tradition has become‌⁠ lighter and lighter,⁠‌‍ and every day‌ the desk games‍​​ of those pale-faced‌​‍ types become trendier.”​​⁠

“…”​⁠

“But⁠ no matter how⁠ much it’s weakened,‌‍‍ tradition is still⁠⁠⁠ tradition. There are‍‌ still many who​‌ cling to the‍​‌ old ways and‌‌ respect warriors.”

“So,‍ you’re telling me⁠‍⁠ to prove the​ strength I possess?‌ Not power or‍​ wisdom, but raw⁠‍‍ brute strength.”

“Now⁠‍‍ we’re speaking the‍⁠ same language.”

Harald‍‍ smiled, emptied another‍⁠ mug of beer,‍‍ and wiped the​⁠ foam from his‍​ mouth. Despite all‌‍ the drinking, his⁠‌⁠ eyes still shone‌​ with a fierce​ sharpness.

“Of‌​‍ course, not everything‌ is solved with‌‍​ strength alone. Even⁠⁠ if a foreigner‌​ has power, they’ll​‌​ be seen as​ an enemy, not⁠‍ someone worthy of‍⁠ respect.”

“But‍⁠ I’m not a complete outsider. I’m‌ the last blood⁠​⁠ descendant of my‌ maternal grandfather, who‍‍‍ was once respected⁠⁠​ in the north.”‍​

“Exactly.​‌ Even if you‍ didn’t grow up​ here, if the‌​ grandson of Duke‌ Klaus values northern‌⁠ traditions, no one​​ will deny your‍ right. However…”

Harald‌ stopped smiling and‌⁠ looked at him‌‌ with complete seriousness.⁠‍⁠

“If⁠⁠‌ you can’t even‌‌ prove that, then​⁠‌ even as Duke‍‍⁠ Klaus’s grandson, there’s⁠ no reason to​‌ respect you. Northern‌‍ matters should only⁠ be decided by‌‌ northern hands.”

“Hmm.”⁠

Faced‌​‌ with that cold⁠‍ gaze, Lucian nodded‌⁠ silently.

It‌​ wasn’t the look‍⁠ of someone grateful⁠ for having been​ saved during a rebellion, but that‍‌⁠ of someone observing⁠‌ an outsider who​ had come from‌ afar.

If‌ he didn’t pass⁠ the test, that‌ look would never⁠‍​ change. And not​ just Harald’s, but‍ all the northern⁠​‍ lords’.

“If⁠⁠ I defeat you,‍‍‌ will I gain​⁠ the north’s recognition?​⁠ From what I can see, you’re‍⁠​ a formidable warrior.”​‌⁠

“Hahaha!‌ I appreciate the‍⁠‍ compliment, but beating⁠‍‌ an old man​​‌ won’t earn you‍ the recognition of⁠ all the north.‌‌‍ I just want⁠‍‍ to see if‍‍ you’ve got at‌ least the minimum​ qualifications.”

If‍⁠ he couldn’t even‌ beat an old​ man like him,‍ he’d have no​⁠‌ chance against the‍ house of Count⁠⁠ Calix.

Lucian‍​ fully understood what‍‌ didn’t need to‌ be said and​​‍ calmly nodded.

“Then‌ I’ll gladly prove‌⁠ it to you.”‌

“Heh,⁠‌ I like that​ direct attitude.”

As⁠ expected, they didn’t‍‍‌ go out to‍‌ fight right away.⁠‌‍ This duel was‌ both a test‍ and a way‌ to publicly display⁠ Lucian’s strength.

It‌⁠ wasn’t something to​⁠​ be rushed, but⁠⁠ something to prepare⁠ well and carry‍ out almost like⁠​​ an event—ideally, one‍‌ that would be​ spread by word‌ of mouth.

“Besides,‍​ right after suppressing​‍‌ the rebellion, there’s⁠‌ more to clean⁠​ up than it⁠⁠ seems. If some⁠​​ straggler’s still alive‌ and decides to‍ attack us from‍​ behind, it’d be‌​ a pain, so​⁠ better to tidy⁠ up everything first.”‌

“That’s‍⁠ the right call.”‍

For​​‌ Lucian too, it⁠‌ wouldn’t be ideal​⁠ if, after such‍​‍ an important duel,‌‌ the outcome got‍‍​ overshadowed by another‌‌‌ incident.

And⁠ even though Harald‍ had used a potion, his body‍‍‍ wasn’t fully recovered‍‌ yet.

It‌ was better to​​​ wait until he​ was healed than‌‌‍ to hear rumors‍ that he only‍ lost because the​⁠ viscount wasn’t in​‌ shape.

“Don’t⁠ worry about me—rest⁠ properly. If you‍​‌ forced yourself just⁠‌ to match my‍⁠ schedule and something​‌ went wrong during⁠‍​ the duel, that’d⁠​​ be more of⁠​ an embarrassment to‌‌ me.”

“Wow,‌​‍ confident, aren’t you?​ You’re not even⁠ considering the possibility​‍ of losing?”

“What⁠​⁠ good would that‌⁠⁠ do? Better to‍ think about what​‍ I’ll do after​⁠ winning than to⁠ imagine slumping back‌​‍ home looking pathetic.”⁠​‍

“…Not​‌​ a bad argument.”​‌‍

Harald‍ smiled, though his‌​ brows twitched slightly.​ As a warrior,‍‌​ it seemed the​‍ competitive spirit in⁠ him had been‍⁠⁠ awakened.

“Alright.‍‍ Like you said,⁠‌​ I’ll rest well⁠⁠‍ for a week‌​ while I finish​​ tidying up the‍​ territory. The duel‌⁠‌ will be after‌‌ that.”

“Will⁠ a week be​​ enough?”

“Honestly,⁠‌ three days would‌ do, but the‍ cleanup will take‍​‍ a bit longer.”‌​

“Then⁠‍ there’s no helping​ it.”

“Hahaha.”‍‍

“Hahaha.”​

With​⁠‌ dry laughter and‌‍ a bit of‍⁠ verbal sparring, the‌‌‍ conversation came to‌‌ an end. Then‌ Harald stood from​ his seat.

“Stay‌‌⁠ here for today.⁠‍​ Tomorrow, when the​​‍ cleanup’s done, I’ll‍‌​ formally invite you‌‍ to the lord’s‌ residence. I’ve already​​​ spoken with the​​ innkeeper, so he’ll‌‌‍ give you anything‍‌ you ask for.⁠‌‌ And the prisoners‌⁠ we captured earlier…”​⁠​

“Take⁠‌ them with you.⁠​ I leave their​ punishment to your‍ judgment.”

“Thanks.”⁠‌​

With‍ a bitter smile,‍‍ Harald walked down​ the inn’s stairs,⁠ his shoulders slightly⁠⁠⁠ slumped.

It‍ seemed that not⁠‍ even a warrior‍‍‌ so robust could​ avoid being shaken‌⁠‍ by his own‌⁠ son’s betrayal.

***‌

Lucian⁠ immediately gathered his​​ vassals on the‍‍ second floor.

After⁠ informing everyone except‍ the decena—who were⁠ common soldiers—about the‌​​ plan going forward,‍‌ Raymond spoke with​⁠ a serious expression.⁠

“Proving​⁠‍ one’s worth through‍ strength. It’s the⁠⁠‌ orthodox path. There’s‌ no more reliable​ method to be⁠​‌ recognized in the‌ north.”

“For‌​ someone saying that,​​‌ you don’t look‍​‌ too pleased.”

“Because​​‍ I don’t think​‌ this is going‍‍‍ to end with​⁠​ just one round.”​‌‍

Raymond⁠⁠ let out a deep sigh and‍‍‌ continued.

“While‌‍ we waited downstairs,​​ I gathered some⁠‍‌ information through other​ relatives. It seems‌ the house of​ Count Calix is⁠‌⁠ making some serious‌​ moves. From what‍‍‍ I heard, they’ve‌​ also visited this​ place multiple times.”⁠

“If‍​​ they’ve already extended‌‌ their reach to‌⁠​ here—the gateway to⁠‍​ the north—then we‍​​ must assume they’ve⁠ meddled in most⁠‌‍ of the houses.”‌

“Yes.​‍‍ And they’ve probably‍⁠⁠ already recruited quite‌‍​ a few families.⁠⁠‍ Otherwise, they would‍ never have dared‌⁠ to meddle in⁠​⁠ another house’s internal​ affairs and incite​ a rebellion.”

According​​‌ to what Harald​‍ had said, the‌ three knights who‍‍​ were with Torik⁠ were unknown outsiders.‍

Since​ they had never‌​ sworn loyalty to‍ the head of⁠​ the house, they‍ had no shame​​ to worry about⁠‍ and drew their‌​⁠ swords without hesitation.‍‌​

If‌‍ they could provide​ three knights for⁠​ a rebellion in‌ another family, their‌‍ influence was no​‍‌ small matter. Even‍​​ without interrogating Torik,‍⁠ it was easy‍​‌ to see the​​‍ house of Count‌​‍ Calix was behind​‍​ it all.

“If​ their power was⁠ small, a few‍‌ simple demonstrations would​ be enough. Picking⁠‌ fights would only‌ attract disapproval. But‌⁠​ if their power‌⁠ is great, the⁠​ story changes.”

“They​ can use their⁠​‌ strength to force​​ senseless absurdities on​ others.”

“Exactly.⁠‍ To make that‌‍ kind of people‌‌⁠ shut their mouths,​‌ we need to‌ accomplish something so​ undeniable that no‌‍ one can find‍ fault with it,‌‍ no matter who‍ comes.”

“In​‌‌ other words, that‌ means I’ll have‍ to suffer quite​⁠‌ a bit.”

“That’s‌ right. So wouldn’t​ it be better​‍​ to return to​‍ the house at‍‌‍ this point?”

“What‌‌​ are you saying,‍⁠‌ Raymond?!”

Felicia​ raised her head,‌‍ indignant at Raymond’s‍‌‍ sudden suggestion.

If​‌⁠ they returned now,‌‌‍ Lucian’s honor would‍‍​ be stained.

How‍⁠‍ dare he suggest​​ such a thing?‍‌‌ However, Raymond held​ his ground and‌⁠ continued.

“The‌‍‌ test of strength⁠ is something that⁠⁠‍ can always be‌ picked apart. Baron⁠ Harald is favorable​⁠​ to you and​ only wants to‌‌ test you sincerely,⁠ but others might​⁠​ push you into‌⁠ the snowy mountains‍ and demand that‌​⁠ you slay a giant or something‍ like that.”

“We​⁠ just ignore such​​ blatant nonsense!”

“Curiously,‍ in Imperial politics,⁠ that kind of​‌ blatant method has⁠‍​ worked quite well.‍⁠‌ Lady Felicia’s biological⁠ father was also‍‌ infamously known for‍​‍ things like that.”​

“…”‌

Felicia⁠⁠​ fell silent and⁠ looked away. Even‌​⁠ she knew her‌ father was perfectly‌ capable of such‍‌⁠ behavior.

The​‍​ amazing part was‍‍ that there were​ so many people⁠⁠‌ like Marquis Bernhardt.⁠​

“When‍ several powerful figures​⁠ band together, they‍ can make even‌ a hero of‍​⁠ the era look⁠⁠​ like a fool.⁠‌ If you let⁠⁠⁠ your guard down,⁠‍ you could go‌ through all sorts​⁠​ of hardship and​⁠ come back with‌​‌ nothing.”

“So‍‌ you’re saying we‌ shouldn’t waste time‌‍ and return soon?”​‍

“If‍ you withdraw now,‌​ no dishonor will⁠ fall on you,‍‌‍ my lord.”

“I​​ get how you​‍ feel, but you’re‍⁠ jumping to conclusions.‍ Are you worried‌⁠⁠ something will happen​ at the house​ while I’m away?”‍‍‌

“…”‍

Raymond⁠​⁠ flinched at the‍ precisely hit sore​ spot. It seemed‌ Lucian wasn’t the​ only one who’d​ sensed something strange​⁠‍ about Jordi. Lucian⁠‌ smiled faintly and‌‍ shook his head.​⁠‍

“I​ appreciate your concern,⁠‍ but I don’t​​⁠ intend to go‌‌ back like this.”‍‍​

“My⁠ lord.”

“It’s​‌ not out of‌‍ pride or shame‌‍ at returning after‌​ making bold statements.⁠‍‍ It’s because I see a high⁠ enough chance of‍‌⁠ success.”

“A⁠⁠ chance of success?”​‍‍

“For‍ starters—”

Bang!⁠ Crash!

Just‍ before Lucian could​ reply, a loud‌‍ noise came from‍ outside, as if‍​​ someone were rushing‌⁠ upstairs.

Everyone​​‌ in the room​ grabbed their weapons,‌‍ just in case.‌

Bang,‍ bang, bang!

“M-my‌ lord! Are you⁠ still awake, my‌ lord?!”

The​ innkeeper was banging​ on the door⁠ and calling for‍ Lucian. After confirming‌ there were no​‌ other presences, Lucian⁠​ responded from the‍ other side.

“I’m‌​ still awake. What’s​ going on?”

“Ah,‍‌‌ thank goodness! You‌‍‌ must go right‌​ away to the⁠​ lord’s manor!”

“What‌ are you suddenly⁠ saying?”

“The​​ men of Calix​⁠ just arrived! Our⁠‍‍ lord says he‍‍ wants you to​‍ come and see​​ their faces with⁠​ him!”

“…!”​‍‌

***​‌‌

The‍​ delegation sent by​ the house of‌‌ Count Calix was​ modest. They brought‌ no gifts—just a knight and ten‍​ soldiers. Barely the⁠‌ minimum to qualify‌ as an official‌‌ envoy.

Depending​‌ on how one​​ interpreted it, it‍ could even be⁠ seen as an⁠‌⁠ insult.

‘Doesn’t‌‍ seem intentional. Did​ they not expect‍​⁠ the rebellion to​‍ be suppressed?’

The‌‌​ knight envoy was‌ trying to keep‌ a straight face,‌‍‍ but he couldn’t⁠‍‌ fully hide the‌ confusion leaking out.‌‌

He‍‌ had probably intended‍ to act high​⁠‌ and mighty in​‌⁠ front of Torik,⁠​ who was supposed⁠‌ to become lord‍‍ thanks to his​‍ help—but things hadn’t⁠ gone as planned.‍‍

Under‌⁠ a downpour of⁠‍⁠ hostile glares, the⁠‌ knight stepped forward‌ and bowed his⁠⁠ head.

“Dane​‌⁠ Huscarl greets Baron‌ Harald. I see⁠ you are still​⁠⁠ in good health.”‍

“Must‍ be a disappointment⁠ to you that​ I’m doing so​​ well. I suppose⁠‌⁠ you thought you‌ could seat my⁠ son as a puppet and control⁠ him at will.”​

At​ Harald’s open hostility,​‌ Dane’s eyebrow twitched⁠ slightly, but he​​‌ quickly bowed his‌‍ head again as‍‍ if not understanding.‌

“I⁠⁠ don’t know what‍⁠ you’re talking about.⁠ I’ve heard there⁠‍‌ were disturbances in‍‌​ the territory, but‍⁠⁠ the house of‍ Count Calix has⁠‌‌ absolutely nothing to‍‍⁠ do with that.”‍‌

“Even​ though there were‍ three knights under‌ Calix’s command?”

“How‍‌ troubling. If they‌​ acted on their‌ own without any​‌⁠ orders from the‍‍ lord, we’ll have‍ to punish them⁠⁠ severely when they​ return.”

“Pathetic.”​​

A sincere scoff of‌ disdain fell on⁠‍ Dane, who kept‌‍‌ denying everything.

“They’ve‌​ always been like​ that. Where’s the⁠​⁠ proof I did​⁠ it? If you‍‍ want proof, bring​ evidence. They cover​ the sky with⁠ their palm and‍ then laugh, saying​‌​ the sun has‍ vanished.”

“Let‌‍ me repeat that—”‍‍

Boom!​‌

Before‍⁠ he could finish,‌‍ an axe flew‍​ and struck the‍⁠​ ground right beside‍‍ him. Dirt and‌‍ stones burst from‍​ the impact, and​​ Dane staggered back‍ in terror.

“What​‌ is the meaning‌ of this?!”

“Do​​ you want to⁠⁠ die?”

“…”⁠⁠

“Seems‌ like, hiding behind‍ your lord’s power,⁠ you think you’re‍⁠​ on my level.‍​ But right now,⁠ I’m in a foul mood. I don’t have the⁠ patience to entertain‍‌ the jokes of⁠‌‌ an insolent messenger.”⁠

At‌‍ Harald’s fierce threat,⁠ Dane shut his‍‌⁠ mouth. At the‍‍ very least, he​ knew it wasn’t‌‌ a good idea‍‌ to provoke a father still seething‍​ from his son’s‍‍ betrayal.

“Say‍​‍ whatever you want‍​ while I still⁠‌ have patience—then get⁠‍​ lost. If it‍ runs out, I’ll‌ cut off your‍⁠ head right here.”⁠⁠

“…Then‌⁠‍ I’ll just ask⁠ one question. Do​‌​ you still refuse‌⁠ to join the‌‍⁠ house of Count⁠‍​ Calix in restoring​ the glory of⁠⁠ the north?”

“Ha.”‌​​

Harald‌⁠‌ let out a mocking laugh and​ rested his chin‌​‌ on his hand.​‌

“The​​⁠ glory of the‍ north? What nerve.‌ Since when can‌ Calix represent all⁠‌‌ of the north?”⁠

“My⁠⁠​ lord, the only⁠ one with the⁠‌ right to inherit‌ the name Grimaldi‍ is Calix. If⁠ not Calix, then‌​ who else could⁠​‍ represent the north?”⁠​​

Lucian,‍ who had been​ silently listening, stepped‌⁠‍ forward and said.‍

“What‍ if I could?”⁠⁠

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