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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 74

Chapter 74

“…?”⁠‌

Dane‌⁠​ looked over at⁠‍‍ Lucian, his expression‍ showing he hadn’t‌⁠‍ understood what he’d⁠ just heard.

Then,‌ noticing Lucian was‍⁠ younger than he’d‌​ imagined, he sharply‍ furrowed his brow.⁠‍‌

“What⁠​ kind of nonsense‌ is this?”

“Does⁠​​ it sound like‍‌ nonsense to you?”‍‍​

“Your‍ Excellency, this is‌‍ not something to⁠​ be taken lightly.‍⁠ Do you know‌‌‍ what weight the⁠​ name Grimaldi carries⁠‌ in the north?​​⁠ If you present​⁠ a representative without​ legitimacy, you’ll have‌‍​ to bear the‌⁠⁠ consequences.”

“Consequences…?”‍

Instead‌ of replying, Harald​‌ gave an ironic​​ smile and signaled⁠‌⁠ to Lucian with‌⁠ his eyes.

Since⁠​ they’d come this​⁠ far, he was‍ telling him to‌⁠ reveal his identity​⁠ himself.

Silently‍​ appreciating the opportunity,‍‌⁠ Lucian spoke firmly.‍

“I‌⁠ am the maternal‌ grandson of Duke⁠‌‍ Klaus, the rightful​ heir to the⁠‍⁠ Grimaldi name. My​⁠ name is Lucian‍‍‌ Valdeck.”

“…!?”​⁠⁠

Dane​ flinched and looked⁠ at Lucian, eyes⁠‌ trembling.

After⁠​ a few moments,‌‍ he managed to​​ collect himself and​ shouted.

“That’s‍⁠⁠ impossible! The young‍​​ lady of the‍​ Grimaldi family left‌ the north over‌​ ten years ago!‌ And now you​⁠‍ claim a grandson‍ exists?”

At⁠⁠ the agitated reaction,​‌‍ Lucian let out⁠​ a nasal laugh.‍

He‌‍ seemed so worked‌‌ up, he didn’t‌‌‌ even know where​ to start refuting⁠‍ it.

“What‌ exactly is impossible?‍ That I’m not⁠​ truly her grandson?⁠⁠⁠ Or that, even⁠‌⁠ if I were,‍ I lack the‍‌ proper legitimacy?”

“That…!”‍⁠‍

Dane⁠ hesitated, on the‍ verge of saying⁠‌​ “both.” Maybe the​⁠ first could still​​​ be debated, but⁠ the second was​‍⁠ harder to argue‍ on the spot.‍

The‍​ house of Count⁠‍ Calix also descended‍⁠⁠ from the Grimaldi⁠ line on the​⁠ maternal side.

A clumsy argument could​ even cast doubt​‌‌ on his own⁠ lord’s legitimacy.

“…The​‌​ first. Where is‌‌ the proof that‌‍‌ you are truly‌ Duke Klaus’s grandson?”⁠​​

“Do‌ you know who‍‍​ the young lady​​‍ of Grimaldi married?”‌​‍

“How⁠⁠ could I not?‍⁠ She married into​‌‌ the great ducal⁠⁠ house of Valdeck,⁠ a pillar of‍‍ the Empire…”

Once‌ again, Dane was⁠‌ left speechless mid-sentence.⁠ The Valdeck house‌ symbol—the lion—was known‍​‍ across the Empire.​‍

And⁠‌⁠ Lucian wore that‌ emblem openly on‍‍​ the collar of​​‍ his clothing.

What’s‌‍⁠ more, he had‍‌​ spoken the name‌​‌ Valdeck publicly himself.‌

‘Damn⁠‍⁠ it… Is he‌⁠‍ really a Valdeck?’​‍⁠

Considering‍‍⁠ the dishonor of‌​ lying about one’s⁠‍‌ own lineage and‍​ the offense it‌‍ would cause the⁠ other party, it‍‌⁠ was hard to‌ believe it was‍ a bluff.

While‍‌‍ Dane remained silent,⁠ mind in turmoil,​‍⁠ Lucian smiled coldly.⁠

“What’s⁠ wrong? If you⁠​‍ have more to‌‍ say, say it.‌​⁠ Don’t you want⁠‌ to verify whether‍ I’m truly a Valdeck?”

“…Then‍​‍ why have you​​ come to the⁠⁠ north now? You’ve‍‌ never once set⁠‍ foot on this‍‌‍ land since you⁠‍‌ were born.”

At​ a loss for‌ what else to‌ say, Dane threw​​​ out that indirect​⁠ accusation.

He‌⁠ was trying to⁠ rebuke him for​‌ suddenly bringing up‍​‍ the Grimaldi name​‍ when he had⁠‌ no ties to​​ the north—but Lucian‌⁠‍ answered without flinching.‍​⁠

“Because​​‍ I came to‌ reclaim what’s mine—the‌‍⁠ name Grimaldi.”

“You’re‌⁠‍ a Valdeck, not‌ a Grimaldi!”

“Then⁠​‍ what right does‌‍ Calix have to‌⁠ claim the Grimaldi‌ name? I hope‌​ you’re not going​ to use that‍⁠ ridiculous excuse of‌ a centuries-old marriage.⁠⁠​ If we’re going⁠‌​ to measure rights,​ mine should be​‌ above anyone’s.”

“No!‌‌ Even so, you‌ have no right⁠‌‌ to claim the​​‍ Grimaldi name! The‌​​ matters of the⁠‍ north must be‍​ decided by northerners!‍ And you are‍​ not one!”

The‍⁠ reasoning was weak,⁠ but Dane was‌ desperate.

The‌‍ moment he acknowledged‍‍ Lucian’s legitimacy, it‌​ was clear his⁠‍ lord would cast⁠‌ him aside.

He⁠ had to leave‌ at least a sliver of an‌​ escape route before⁠​ returning.

“If‍ it’s about material⁠ things like land,‌‌⁠ property, or mansions,⁠‍‍ you can claim‍⁠ them all you⁠‍ like. But you‍‌‌ have no right‍‌​ to claim the‌⁠ legitimacy of the‌ ancient royal lineage.​ You’re an outsider‍⁠‌ who doesn’t even⁠‍‌ know the customs⁠‌ of the north.”‌

“That’s⁠⁠ correct.”

Harald,‌ who had remained‌​ silent until then,⁠‌‍ nodded and stepped​‌‍ in.

“No⁠‍ matter how much​ of the old‌⁠ duke’s blood he‍⁠​ carries, he’s still‌ an outsider. He’s‍ not a northerner.​ The matters of‌‍⁠ the north must‌‍‍ be decided by​ northerners.”

“I-i—is‍ that so?”

Dane⁠⁠‌ looked at Harald‌‍ in disbelief. Why‌‌‍ was this old​ man, who had‍ constantly gotten in‍ the way of‍ Calix’s plans, suddenly‍⁠‍ seeming to side‍⁠ with him?

‘Come‍ to think of‍⁠ it, his identity‍​‌ as a northerner‍‍‌ is unquestionable. Maybe​‌ he prefers Calix‌‌ over some outsider‌‍‍ claiming the Grimaldi‍ name…’

“That⁠ is to say,”⁠

With‍ a cold smile,⁠‍​ Harald continued, shattering‍‍ Dane’s expectations.

“If​⁠ he proves himself‌‍ a warrior by​‌⁠ northern tradition, then‍ there’ll be no​ issue.”

“What…!?”​​​

“In‌ a week, Count‌​ Lucian and I will have a duel. That will⁠⁠​ decide whether or‍​ not he is⁠‌ a true son‍⁠‍ of the north.”​‌

“That’s‍ absurd! What does⁠ personal strength have⁠ to do with‌⁠​ place of origin?⁠‌‍ The house of⁠⁠⁠ Calix cannot accept‌ such a thing!”⁠​‌

“And⁠ what will you‌‍ do if they​ don’t accept it?”‍

“Huh?”‍​​

“I,‌‍​ at least, will⁠‍ accept it. Whether​ others do or​​ not is up⁠ to them. It’s⁠‌​ not something the​‍ house of Count​⁠‌ Calix can impose.”‌​

Faced‌ with Harald’s unilateral​⁠ declaration, Dane clenched‍ his teeth. As‌ he said, this‌ wasn’t a matter​ of whether Calix⁠ accepted it.

It‍‌‌ was a matter⁠​​ of whether the⁠‍ northerners would see​‌‌ Lucian as a warrior or a stranger.

If‍‌⁠ Lucian proved himself⁠​‍ according to northern‌​‍ tradition, many would‍‍ recognize him in‌⁠‍ silence, regardless of‌​ what Calix said.​⁠

Even‌ if he wasn’t‌​⁠ raised in the⁠​ north, he was⁠​⁠ still a blood‍ relative following its‍‍ customs.

‘We’re‍‍‌ cornered.’

At​ this point, there⁠ was nothing Dane‍‍‌ could do. The⁠​‍ duel between Lucian​‍ and Harald would‍⁠‍ happen no matter⁠‌ what, and afterward,‍‍⁠ factions would naturally⁠‌‌ begin to form.⁠‌

“If‌‍ you have nothing‍‍​ else to say,⁠ get out. Looking⁠⁠⁠ at your face⁠‍ any longer turns⁠‍‌ my stomach.”

“…Understood.‌ But before I go, at least⁠ return the captured⁠⁠ knights to us.⁠⁠⁠ Even if they‌⁠‌ took part in​ the rebellion, they⁠ swore loyalty to​⁠⁠ the house of​​⁠ Calix. We’ll see‍⁠ to punishing them.”⁠

“Their⁠⁠​ heads are already⁠⁠​ hanging on the⁠ wall. Far right​ side—you’ll see them​‌​ right away.”

Dane’s‍‍ eyes widened in‍​‌ horror.

That‍⁠ they died in‍​ battle was one​‍ thing—but to be‍‍ decapitated and have⁠ their heads displayed,⁠⁠ even as knights?‍‌

For⁠‌ a moment, he​⁠ was about to​⁠ curse, but realizing⁠⁠ Harald’s fury wasn’t​ something to provoke,‍ he barely managed‌‌ to say.

“The‍ house of Count⁠ Calix won’t forget⁠‍​ this.”

With​‌⁠ those words, Dane​‌‌ turned and left​‌⁠ the lord’s manor.‍‍⁠

Just⁠ before his figure‌‌ disappeared through the‌ door, Harald muttered⁠⁠‍ quietly.

“Of​​ course not. I won’t forget it⁠​ either.”

Lucian,​‌​ who had been‌⁠ silently listening to⁠‌ the entire exchange,‍‌ gave a faint‍‌ smile.

He⁠‌ finally felt like‍⁠ he was starting​⁠⁠ to see clearly​⁠​ how to bring​‍ down the house​ of Count Calix.‌

***‍​‍

After‍‍⁠ Dane left the​‍ territory, Harald spread‍ the rumor far‍ and wide.

That​‍⁠ the legitimate heir​ of Grimaldi would‍⁠⁠ duel Harald to​ prove his worth.‍‍⁠

Faced‌​‍ with such a sudden rumor, the‍ lords of neighboring‌‌⁠ territories began to⁠ stir.

“Legitimate​⁠ heir? Was there‌​ anyone else besides⁠ the house of​​‌ Count Calix who‌ could claim the‍ name Grimaldi?”

“Have‍‍‍ you forgotten that‌‍⁠ Duke Klaus’s daughter‌‌ married into the⁠⁠ Valdeck family?”

“Valdeck?‌‌‍ But what business‌ would Valdeck have‌ in this inhospitable​⁠ north? They could‌‍ live comfortably flaunting‌‍ their status in‌ the Empire.”

“I‌ don’t know. But‌ whatever the reason,⁠⁠ isn’t it true‌⁠‌ that he has‌ a legitimate right?”​⁠​

“Well…⁠ if it’s true,‍‍ there’s no one​‍‍ more closely related‍‌‌ than him.”

“To‍​ be honest, isn’t​​​ it ridiculous that‍⁠​ the house of⁠‍ Count Calix uses‍⁠​ the Grimaldi name?‍ The last marriage⁠‌ connection was already⁠ several generations ago.”⁠⁠

If‌​ the rumor turned​‌ out to be‌⁠ true, the very​​‌ foundation upon which⁠‌ the house of​​​ Count Calix claimed‌‍‍ to unify the‌ north would collapse.‍‌

Both‌ the families allied‍⁠‍ with Calix and⁠ those opposed to‌‌ him had no‍‌ choice but to‍ remain on alert.​⁠⁠

However,⁠⁠​ some old lords​ simply scoffed at⁠‍ the rumor.

“What​ a ridiculous rumor.​‍‍ Ignore it and​​⁠ let it run‍‌‌ its course.”

“My‍‍ lord, at the⁠ very least we​‌ should send someone⁠ to witness the⁠‌‍ duel firsthand…”

“There’s​​ no need. Whether‍‍ he’s Duke Klaus’s⁠​ grandson or whatever,‍​ he’s still just​ a sixteen-year-old brat.‌⁠ If he manages‍⁠ to survive even‌​ one exchange against‍‌​ that wolf-slayer Harald,⁠ it’ll be a miracle.”

“He⁠ doesn’t need to⁠ win. Just proving⁠​ his strength is⁠​​ enough. Maybe the​‍ baron will go⁠ easy on him.”​‌‌

“Don’t‍ be stupid. Harald’s​ a true warrior.⁠‍ He considers holding‍ back an insult.‌⁠ A stubborn man‍​ like him won’t‍‌ show mercy to‌​‍ anyone.”

Whatever‍⁠ the truth of⁠‍ the rumor, if​ he truly faced‌‌⁠ Harald, there was⁠ no way a sixteen-year-old boy could⁠‌ win.

Convinced‍‍‍ of that, the‌‍‌ old lords lost​ interest and didn’t‌​⁠ even bother to​ send messengers to​​ observe the duel.​

Curiously,⁠​ even Harald’s own‍ retainers reacted in⁠ much the same⁠ way.

“Young​ master, are you⁠ really going to‌‌⁠ fight our lord?”⁠‍

“Why‌​​ do you ask?”⁠⁠

“Please⁠⁠‌ take this. It’s⁠⁠‍ fresh roe deer​ blood.”

“…And‌‍ what do I need roe deer‌ blood for?”

“Nothing’s​​​ better to boost‍ a man’s vitality.‍‍ You might get‌ seriously hurt, so⁠ you should be‌ well prepared.”

Lucian‌ was speechless.

Though‌‌ he had announced​‍⁠ he would duel‌‍​ the lord, not‌‌ a single retainer‍⁠ seemed worried about⁠ Harald.

On‌​‌ the contrary, they‌ were all worried​‍ about how Lucian​⁠⁠ would lose—and how‌ badly he might⁠ be injured.

Some⁠ even openly admired‌ his bravery.

“It’s​​⁠ impressive! Challenging the‍‍ lord to prove‍‍‍ you’re a warrior!”‍‍

“If‌⁠ I may give​‍ some advice, don’t‍‍ face him head-on‌⁠ with brute strength.‍⁠ Try to exploit‌ the openings between​ his heavy movements.”‍‌

“…”⁠

Faced‌‌ with such sincere⁠‌ concern and support,​‍‌ Lucian and his‌⁠‍ group could only​‌ let out dry‌ laughs.

It⁠ didn’t feel like⁠⁠⁠ mockery—their worry was‍‍‍ genuine.

“This‍‌ kind of treatment⁠‍ is new to‍​ me. Still, I’ve‍ fought on the⁠‌​ front lines twice,⁠⁠ yet here I’m‌​ treated like a rookie.”

“The‍⁠⁠ north tends to​ be quite cut⁠‍ off from external⁠⁠ news. Big events‌‌‌ make it in,‌‍‍ but the suppression‌ of the last⁠ rebellion was deliberately‌​‍ hidden by the‍‌⁠ Imperial Palace.”

“Even‍​ so, we can’t‌​⁠ deny that Baron​⁠‍ Harald is a formidable fighter.”

Lucian⁠⁠ recalled the axe‍‍ Harald had wielded‌⁠‍ before.

There​‌⁠ were no flashy‍‌ techniques—just honest, straightforward‍⁠​ movements—but the sheer⁠⁠‍ power left no‍‌⁠ room to deflect‌‍ or avoid them.​

Any​‍‍ average knight would​ have been overwhelmed‌ and split in⁠‍ two trying to‍‌ block a single‍ strike.

‘But‍ I’m not an⁠⁠ average knight.’

Lucian​​ closed his eyes‍‍ and looked inward.​⁠

The‍‌ path he had‌ already forged had⁠​‍ widened further after⁠ opening the eye.‌‌

His‌​ strengthened body could‍‍‌ now endure far‌⁠⁠ more magical energy⁠ than before.

‘For​‌⁠ the first time​ in a long‌ while, I might⁠‌​ be facing someone‍‌ who won’t go​⁠‍ down in one‌‌ strike.’

Realizing‌‌ that thought, Lucian‌ gave a bitter‌‌ smile.

It‌​‌ was a feeling​ he could’ve never‌⁠‍ imagined back when⁠​⁠ he was weak.‍​⁠

***​​​

On‌ the day of​​ the duel, Lucian‌‍‍ waited for Harald‍‍ in the plaza⁠​‍ with his hand‍‍​ resting on his⁠ sword.

Normally,​ duels between nobles‍ were held in‍ the training grounds,⁠ but this time‍ was different.

Given​ the purpose of‌​ the duel, it‌ was better to⁠​ have as many​‌‍ spectators as possible.‌⁠

‘Thankfully,⁠⁠ it looks like‌ quite a few​​​ lords are interested​ in the duel.’⁠⁠

Lucian’s‌​ gaze drifted to‍‍ the knights scattered⁠‌‍ among the crowd⁠⁠‍ of retainers.

They‍ weren’t knights under‌‍ Harald’s command, but‍​ representatives sent from⁠‍ other territories to⁠‌⁠ witness the outcome‌ of the duel.‍⁠⁠

It​ had only been‌‌‍ a week, so‍​‍ there hadn’t been​⁠ much time to‌⁠ dispatch observers, and⁠​​ yet the turnout‍‌​ was considerable.

‘That⁠​⁠ means my existence‌​ has sparked their⁠ interest. It’s a good start.’

Just⁠‌ by drawing this⁠ much attention, the‍‌⁠ duel’s objective was‍‍‌ already halfway fulfilled.⁠

All​ that was left‍ was to defeat⁠ Harald and prove‍⁠⁠ his strength to⁠‍​ the northerners.

Lucian‌ idly played with‍ the hilt of‍ his sword as​ he waited, beginning‌⁠ to feel a little bored when—⁠

Rumbleee.‌⁠‍

With‍ the sound of​‍ the fortress gate‍​ opening, Harald appeared,​ resting his axe‍‍​ on his shoulder.⁠

Lucian‍​​ looked at him‌‌​ with welcome, but‌ then blinked in​​​ surprise upon seeing‌‌‌ Torik bound beside⁠‍ him.

Wasn’t​ that man supposed‌‍‍ to be in⁠ prison? Why was⁠ he coming with⁠‌​ him?

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