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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 78

Chapter 78

‘It’s​ over.’

Palmir⁠​‌ knew it instinctively.‌

Although‍​⁠ many things had​ changed over the​ years, the north‍‍ was still a land of warriors.‌‌

No‍‌ matter what the​⁠‍ cause of the‌⁠ duel had been,‍‍ the weak were⁠⁠ always despised.

And‌‍ even more so‍ when the defeated‌ one had fallen‌ to a mere‌⁠ rank-and-file soldier, something‍ that should never‌​⁠ happen according to‌⁠ common sense.

“Tsk,‌‌ tsk.”

At‌⁠⁠ the sound of⁠​ the tongue click,‌⁠‌ Palmir lifted his​​ head without strength.​

Lucian’s​​⁠ eyes, looking down​​⁠ at him, were‍ chilling to the​ point of being‌ unsettling.

“You⁠ lost.”

“I-I…”⁠⁠⁠

“Excuses⁠ are unnecessary. Do​​ you have anything​​ to say? The⁠​ duel is already​ over, so say‌ whatever you want⁠ to say.”

“…”​‌

Palmir‍‌‌ opened and closed‌ his mouth several​​ times before lowering‍‍ his head completely.‌‍⁠

He​⁠‌ had mountains of‌‍ things he wanted​​⁠ to say, but‌⁠ what use were‍‌ they now?

After⁠ such a miserable‌ defeat, any words‌ had lost their⁠⁠ weight.

Even‌ if he tried‍ to negotiate, it​‌‍ was clear they⁠‌ would drag him‍ along from start⁠‍ to finish without‍ giving him any‌⁠ leeway.

‘A​​ negotiation like that‍​ is worse than‌‍ no negotiation at⁠‍ all.’

So​ there was nothing‍‍‍ left for him‍ to do but​‍​ withdraw.

To‌⁠​ leave after the‌ humiliation of losing​ to a squad‍ captain, having gained⁠‍ absolutely nothing.

To‍⁠‌ report the situation‌⁠‍ and face his‌ lord’s anger head-on.‌

Clenching​‍​ his teeth at‍ the miserable reality,⁠⁠ Palmir muttered,

“This‌​ matter… the house​‌ of Count Calix…”‍⁠​

“Kuku.”​‌

“…”⁠​‌

“Ah,‍​‌ sorry. Go on.”​‍​

At⁠​​ Lucian’s mockery, Palmir⁠ lowered his head,⁠‍ his face flushed​ red.

He‍​⁠ had tried, even​‍‌ if only one​⁠ last time, to‌ rely on his​⁠ lord’s authority, but​ he hadn’t managed‌ to intimidate anyone—he‌‍​ had only provoked‌‍‍ laughter.

Realizing‍ that any further​‌‌ words would only​‍ make him look‌​​ worse, he turned⁠‌⁠ around and left‍⁠⁠ almost in a run.

“What‍ an insipid fellow.”​‌

Lucian⁠ smiled disdainfully as‍‌​ he watched Palmir⁠⁠ walk away, then⁠ shifted his gaze​‌⁠ toward the other‍‌ spectators.

The‍⁠‌ looks that until‍​ moments ago had⁠​ been filled with⁠⁠ contempt instantly changed‌‌ to respect as‍ soon as they‌⁠‌ met his eyes.‍​‍

Faced​ with such an‌ extreme reaction, Lucian⁠‌​ felt satisfied.

“The⁠ grandson of the​​⁠ Grimaldi lineage who‍​⁠ defeated a knight‌ of the house‌⁠‍ of Count Calix.⁠‌ A perfect scenario.”⁠‌​

The‌‌⁠ humiliation of a single knight would‍⁠‌ not shake the‍ house of Count⁠​⁠ Calix.

It​‍‌ was a family‍‌​ that had been⁠ rooted in the‍‍ north for hundreds‍‌‌ of years; at‍​‍ most, they would‍‌ suffer a blow​⁠ to their prestige.‌​‍

What‍ mattered was who‌‌​ was responsible for⁠​⁠ that blow—Lucian.

Lucian‌ had already issued​ a challenge centered‍‌ on the name⁠ Grimaldi. It was⁠ only natural that⁠⁠⁠ everyone would watch⁠ with anticipation to‌‍‍ see how the​ house of Count​​⁠ Calix would respond.⁠‍​

“They’ll‍‌ want to crush‌‌ everything and move⁠‌ on, but the⁠ public’s gaze won’t​‌​ allow it.”

If‌ they pretended nothing‍⁠⁠ had happened, anyone⁠ would think Calix⁠​⁠ had taken a step back. Whether‌​ they liked it⁠ or not, the⁠ house of Count​ Calix would have‌‌ no choice but‌ to act to‍ resolve this matter.​​

“It⁠ will be interesting⁠ to see how‌‍ they move.”

Lucian‌⁠ suppressed the smile​ that threatened to​ form on his‍ lips and directed‍⁠‌ his gaze toward‌‍ his guests.

Until​ Calix’s response arrived,​ it was time‍ to start consolidating‍ allies.

***​‍

“Heh,⁠​‌ heh…”

A dry laugh escaped​‌⁠ the lips of⁠ Norvek, the current‍​ head of the‍​ house of Count⁠‌‌ Calix. After stroking‌‍ his beard for‌ a long while,​ he spoke in‌⁠‌ a hollow voice.⁠‍

“So⁠​ you just came​ back like that?⁠​ After losing so‌⁠‌ pathetically to a mere squad captain,‌ without being able⁠⁠‌ to say a single word?”

Hearing​‌ the disappointment-laden tone,⁠‌‌ Palmir felt a chill run down​​ his spine.

Thinking⁠‍ he would be‍⁠​ discarded if he‍‍ didn’t explain himself,⁠ he shouted hurriedly.​‌​

“He⁠‍​ wasn’t just any‌ squad captain. He‌‌⁠ was someone who​​‍ had properly learned⁠⁠ a sword style.​ At his level,‍‌‍ he could even‍‍⁠ be of noble‌‍ origin fallen into⁠​​ decline…”

“Palmir,‍ you know that’s‌‌ not what I mean.”

“…”​

“What​​ matters is that​ you were defeated⁠ miserably and that,⁠ as a result,‌‌​ you couldn’t even​‍‌ begin negotiations before‌​​ fleeing. And on⁠‌ top of that,‌‌‍ you stained the​‍ name of Calix.”‌

“T-that…!”‌

Palmir‍ tried to add‌ something else, but‌⁠‌ he froze the⁠‌ moment he raised​‌ his head. Norvek’s​⁠‌ gaze reflected not‍ only disappointment, but​ a clear killing⁠​​ intent.

“If‌‍ you were going‍⁠ to lose, you‍ shouldn’t have fought​ in the first​‌​ place. You should‌​‌ have endured no⁠​ matter how the​ opponent acted. But‌​ you attacked without⁠‌ evaluating the difference⁠ in strength and‍⁠ caused this disaster.”‍‌

“…”⁠‍‍

“Thanks‍‌⁠ to you, only⁠⁠⁠ he benefited. Now‌‌⁠ he’ll be able‌⁠ to gather allies‌ without any obstacles.‌​ I sent you‌‍ to put a bell around his​⁠⁠ neck, and you‍​ ended up removing‍⁠‌ even the chains‌ he already had.”‍​‌

Under‌ the rain of​‌ sarcasm, Palmir kept​⁠​ his head lowered,‌​​ unable to retort.​‍‍

No‍ one knew better‌⁠ than he did‌‍‌ how much Lucian‍⁠‍ had gained from‌‍ this incident.

Norvek⁠‍ observed him in⁠‌⁠ silence before clicking⁠‍⁠ his tongue and⁠⁠⁠ issuing his dismissal.‌⁠

“Enough.‍⁠‌ You’ve worked until⁠ now. Go rest.”⁠​

“…!”‍​‌

The‍‌ ambiguous tone made‍⁠ Palmir shudder. It⁠⁠‌ sounded considerate, but‍ in reality it⁠ meant he would‌‌​ never again receive‌ an important assignment.‌‍

Terrified,⁠‌​ he tried to‍‍‍ say something more,‍‌ but when he‌ saw that all⁠​​ expectation had completely‌ vanished from his⁠‌‌ lord’s eyes, he​‌ left the office⁠⁠‍ without strength.

Tap.‍‍‍

“Fuuu…”‍⁠​

As‍ soon as the​⁠​ door closed, Norvek‍‍⁠ let out a long sigh.

Finally⁠‍ showing a weakness‌‌ he never revealed‍‌ before his vassals,‌ the person who⁠ had been by​‌ his side the‍ entire time exclaimed‌ in surprise.

“Father,‌⁠⁠ are you all‍‍‌ right?”

“How‍ could I be?‌ The situation has​‌ become complicated. In​⁠ the worst case,‍‍ we could truly‍⁠ lose the name‌‍ Grimaldi.”

At‌ Norvek’s words, Godfrey,‍​ his heir and‌ firstborn, blinked.

“It’s​​​ true that he⁠ dealt us a blow, but for‌ you to react​⁠‍ like this? At‍‍‍ most, he’s only​⁠ just begun to‌ gather strength.”

“The‌​⁠ problem isn’t his⁠‍​ strength. It’s that⁠ the balance of‌‍ power between him⁠‍ and us has‌⁠ changed.”

“The‍⁠ balance of power?​‍ What do you⁠⁠‍ mean?”

“He​⁠​ is Valdeck. No‌ matter how much‌ he tries to‌ look northern, at​ his core he⁠‌ is still a southerner. That fact‍⁠⁠ itself was our​⁠ greatest weapon.”

Even‍ if he was‍ the grandson of​​ the former duke,⁠‌ he was still‌‍ a boy who‍‍‌ knew nothing about⁠⁠ the north.

He⁠ shared only the‍‌ blood, but completely​‌ lacked a northern‍‍‍ identity.

It​ might seem like​‍ a minor detail,‌ but it was‌​ a phrase capable⁠​ of shaking the‍⁠ hearts of other‍​ lords.

“Think⁠ about it. Even‌‌ if he has‍ legitimate rights, if⁠ in essence he‍‍ is a southerner,⁠ do you really⁠​ think the other‌⁠ lords would side‌​​ with him?”

“Of​ course not. No​ one in their‍ right mind would​ do something like​​ that.”

Godfrey‌‌‌ shook his head⁠‍‍ immediately.

The‍ north was uneasy‌‍ precisely because it‍⁠ distrusted the imperial​‍‌ family’s movements.

Handing⁠‌ over the Grimaldi⁠‍ inheritance to someone‍ without northern identity—someone‍⁠ closer to the‍ Empire—would be madness‍‌‌ for any northern‍ lord with half‍ a brain.

“Exactly.‍‌ Even those who‌⁠⁠ deeply hate our⁠‍⁠ family know that⁠‍​ siding with the‍‌‍ Empire out of‌ spite would be‍‌ foolish. That’s why​ I could rest‍⁠‌ easy until now.”⁠​​

No‌​⁠ matter how hard​ one tried, one​‍‍ couldn’t change their‍⁠​ place of origin.​​

Even‍‍‍ when he heard​‍​ about the duel‌‌‌ where Lucian intended‌‍​ to prove himself⁠ as a warrior,⁠‍‍ Norvek reacted with‍⁠​ indifference.

After‍‍ all, his opponent‍ was none other​ than Harald, the⁠ “Wolf Hunter.” Even‌⁠​ if the boy‍⁠‌ was only sixteen,‌⁠ it was clear‍ that Harald would⁠​ have no mercy‍ and would charge‌‌ with killing intent.‍‌

“Of‌‌‍ course, there was​​ concern that, out⁠⁠ of resentment toward​ us, he might​⁠‍ abandon his old‌ convictions and fake⁠⁠‌ a defeat. That’s‍⁠‍ why I sent‌​‌ Sir Palmir to‌ watch him. But​‍​ this… this is…‌​⁠ Heavens above…”

“Father?”​‌​

Bang!​‌

“Why‌‍⁠ the hell did​ this crap have​​⁠ to happen!?”

Norvek‍ jumped to his​ feet, as if⁠ about to spit​ fire. He was​‍⁠ so furious that‌‍‍ even after kicking​ the table, he⁠ couldn’t calm down‍⁠‌ and ended up‍ stomping on the​ floor.

“He’s‌ sixteen! An age‌ where he should⁠​​ barely be trembling⁠⁠⁠ after seeing blood⁠​‍ for the first‌⁠‌ time on a battlefield! And he‌ defeated Harald, the⁠​‌ Wolf Hunter!? And⁠⁠ not just that—Harald​‍ even used the‍ family artifact!?”

“F-Father,⁠ please calm down…”⁠​​

“How‌ do you expect‍‍ me to calm⁠ down?! What do​‍ you think everyone’s‍‍⁠ going to say‌‌​ now when they‍ see that southerner?!​‍⁠ They’ll call him⁠‌⁠ a hero! A warrior among warriors,‍ the heir of‍⁠​ the royal Grimaldi​‍‌ bloodline!”

As​‌‌ if the lingering‌⁠‍ nostalgia for the‌ old Northern Kingdom‌ weren’t enough, now​ the royal blood​ had shown legendary​‍ strength.

It​⁠⁠ was obvious they⁠ would revere him‍​ relentlessly, claiming that⁠⁠‌ he was, after⁠‍ all, worthy of⁠⁠ the Grimaldi name.⁠‌

For​ Norvek, this wasn’t​ just anger anymore—it​ felt like he​‌ was going to​ cough up blood.⁠⁠‍

“If⁠​‍ only it were‌​‌ just that! Because‌⁠‌ of that idiot⁠⁠ Palmir, now that‍‌ man and we⁠ are on equal​​ footing! He’s become⁠⁠ the perfect foil​⁠⁠ to Calix! Now‌‍ the feudal lords​‌​ will flock to​ him like rats​⁠ that found food!”⁠

“Even⁠ so, he’s still​​‌ just a boy.‌⁠ It’s true his‍‌‌ strength is impressive,‌⁠‍ but we can’t‌‍ say he’s skilled‌ in politics. As‍ long as he​‌ doesn’t fully understand‍ the north, he’s⁠⁠‍ bound to make⁠​ mistakes eventually. The⁠⁠ best course is​ to wait calmly.”‍​​

“What⁠‍‍ naive words! We‍ don’t have the​ luxury of that!‌ There are factions⁠​ that bear grudges​⁠ against us because⁠ of failures like‍‍​ Torik, and they’re​ sharpening their fangs​‌ against us…!”

“Father!”‌⁠‍

Godfrey’s‍ shout startled Norvek.​ He had been‌ so agitated he⁠‍ almost let something‍ slip that should⁠‌⁠ never be said‍ out loud.

“Cough…‌‌ cough. Anyway, the‍ point is we‌‍⁠ have much less​⁠ time than we‌‍ thought. If we⁠‍⁠ don’t stop him‌‌⁠ soon, even the‌ foundations we’ve built​‌​ could collapse.”

“Then,‍​ at this point,‌‌ let’s take action‌‌ directly.”

“Directly?”‍⁠

“I​‍ mean, by using‍ tradition.”

Godfrey‌ gave a faint‌ smile when he‌ saw Norvek blink‍ in confusion.

“If‌‌ that man claims‌‍ to respect the​ north so much,​ shouldn’t he be​​​ willing to follow⁠‌ its traditions?”

***‍

After‌​‌ his duel with‌⁠ Harald, Lucian spent‌ his time receiving⁠ visitors who came⁠ one after another.​

As‌‍ expected, most were⁠⁠ knights sent as⁠ representatives of their​‌⁠ respective lords.

Generally,‍ these knights could‍ be divided into‍ three groups.

‘Those​‌ who support me,‌⁠ those who stay⁠​ neutral to avoid​​ offending anyone, and‌ those who hate‍​ Calix to the⁠‍ bone.’

The‍⁠ first group was‌‌ easy to understand.⁠‌ They were the‍ ones who viewed​⁠‍ the unification of​ the north under‍ Calix with suspicion,​‌‌ but had no‍⁠ clear plan of⁠‍​ their own and‌ were just watching⁠‌ from the sidelines.​​​

Since‌‌​ they already despised‍ Calix from the⁠‌​ beginning, as soon‍‌ as Lucian appeared‍​ as an alternative,​ they didn’t hesitate⁠⁠ to approach.

“My‍⁠ lord respects Lucian’s⁠ legitimate rights. It’s‌ only natural that​⁠ the name of‍⁠‌ Grimaldi belongs to​‍‍ him.”

“That⁠ is a truly‌‍ fair decision. Please​ extend my thanks​‌ to your lord.”⁠⁠‍

“I​ will. In fact,‍‌⁠ we always found⁠​ it ridiculous that⁠‍ Calix used the‍ name Grimaldi. What‌ right did they‌‌​ have to it?”⁠⁠​

Lucian‍⁠ expressed his gratitude,⁠‌​ though in reality​‌⁠ their support was‌⁠​ limited to public‌‍ declarations.

In‌⁠​ the heart of‌⁠​ the north, where​ the name Valdeck​ carried no weight,⁠‌⁠ what really mattered⁠⁠ was military power—so‍‌‌ the results felt⁠ bittersweet.

Still,​​ their political support‌⁠⁠ was no small​ gain.

The​⁠‌ second group was‍ even more blatant⁠‌ than the first.⁠

“We​⁠​ don’t deny the‌‍‌ young lord’s rights,⁠‌‌ but it’s not​ as if Calix‌​ is completely without​ claim either. It’s‍‌⁠ an extremely delicate‌‌⁠ matter, so we‍‌ can’t get involved.”​

“Sounds‌‌‍ like when it’s‌ all over, you’ll​ just quietly side‍‍ with the winner.”​⁠⁠

“Cough,‌ cough. We merely‌ entrust judgment to‍‍‌ the just gods.‍ We pray the‍​​ Eight Gods of⁠ the Sky guide⁠​‍ us on the‌​ right path.”

Though⁠ their intentions were⁠ obvious, most of‌​ them came from⁠​⁠ minor domains close​​ to Calix, so‍‍ their stance was‍ understandable.

This‌‍ wasn’t just any‍​ conflict—it was a clash between Calix,​​‍ the dominant power​‍⁠ in the north,⁠⁠ and the third‍ son of the‌‌ ducal house of⁠‍⁠ Valdeck.

One‍‍​ wrong move could⁠‍ directly affect their‍ own lands and​ people.

What​​​ Lucian hadn’t anticipated⁠ was the existence⁠ of the third⁠⁠‍ group.

“If⁠‍⁠ you raise the‌‍ Grimaldi banner right‌⁠ now and punish‍‍ Calix, my lord⁠‍⁠ and I will‌​ follow you without‍ hesitation! Just give​​‍ the order!”

“!?”​‌

“Do‌ you doubt my‌⁠‍ words? Then, as‌​ proof of loyalty,⁠ I’ll cut off‌ this arm right⁠‌ here! If that‍‌ will earn your​ trust, this right⁠‍‍ arm is nothing…!”‌‍‍

“No,‍‌‌ wait a moment!”‌‍‌

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