Indra Translations
Navigation
A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Lucian‌‍ hurried to grab​ the knight who‌‌‌ was about to⁠⁠ cut off his‌⁠‌ arm with his‌​ sword.

It‍‍‍ wasn’t just a threat—the blade had‌​ already sunk into‌‌ his skin, and‍ blood was pouring‌​‍ out.

Had‍​ he stopped even‌‍‍ a little later,​⁠ with his enhanced‌​‌ strength, it would’ve‍ reached the bone.‍‍

‘How⁠​‌ much must this​‌⁠ lunatic hate Calix?’‍‌‌

The‍⁠⁠ sword is the⁠‍ symbol of a knight. The moment‍⁠ his body is⁠‌​ injured and he​​ can no longer⁠ wield it, for‌ a knight, it’s​​ practically the end.‌⁠‌

And​​​ yet, he was​​ willing to sacrifice‌ an arm just​ to destroy Calix.‌⁠​

“First,​​​ calm down and‌​​ explain yourself. What⁠ did Calix do⁠​ to drive you⁠​ to this?”

“Their‍ crimes don’t even⁠⁠ deserve to be‌ listed! They shamelessly⁠​‌ usurped the name​​ of Grimaldi and‍ divided the northern‌⁠⁠ lords, so their⁠​ sins—!”

“Let’s‌​‍ not talk about‍ fighting for the⁠ cause. I may​‍⁠ be young, but​​ I’m not so​⁠‍ naïve as to‍​‌ believe that.”

Lucian’s‍‍ cold voice startled‍​‌ the knight, who​‌ had been ranting‌ for some time.​⁠

It​‍ was clear he‌ didn’t want to⁠‍ reveal the real‌‌ reason and was⁠​ trying to use⁠ the greater cause‌​⁠ as an excuse.‌‌‌

After‌​ hesitating for a long while, the‍‌ knight let out‌​​ a deep sigh.‌‍‍

“There’s‍ a grudge.”

“I‌‍ don’t know what⁠‌​ that grudge is.⁠​‌ Is it personal?‍ Or is it​‍ your lord’s grudge?”‍

“Both.​​ Those Calix bastards​​ did something to⁠‍​ the lord I serve… eh.”

The‌‌ knight hesitated again⁠ and again, glancing⁠‌​ at Lucian as​‌ if struggling to​‍‍ speak.

But‍ if he stayed⁠ silent now, not‍‍ only would he‍‍​ fail to gain‍​ trust—he’d deepen the​​‌ suspicion. In the⁠⁠ end, as if‌⁠‍ giving up, he⁠ opened his mouth.‍‍‌

“They​ instigated a rebellion‌⁠⁠ in the territory.⁠⁠⁠ We managed to‌ suppress it somehow,⁠‌​ but many died‍‍ and were wounded‌ because of it.”‌‍

“A‍ rebellion? Don’t tell‌⁠ me someone without⁠ succession rights rose​‍ up in arms?​‌‌ That would be​⁠‌ practically treason against​​​ the Empire.”

“No.​​ It was the‌⁠‍ second son of​ my lord—no, the‍​ one who was‍‌‍ the second son—who‌​ started the rebellion.”‌‌‍

“I​‌ see.”

Hearing‌‌ the knight’s dull‌‍ voice, Lucian nodded.‌ Even if there​‍ was outside instigation,​ the one responsible‍​ for the rebellion​ was still a member of the‍​ lord’s family.

It‌ was a scandal​‌‍ that happened within‌ the territory itself—a‍ situation far too‍​ shameful to tell‌ others.

To⁠‍​ have suffered such⁠ serious damage from⁠ a family rebellion⁠​​ meant, both as​ the head of‍ the family and​ as a lord,​​⁠ a lack of⁠‌ capability.

‘So⁠‍ they didn’t just​ target Baron Harald.‍​ Looks like they‌​‍ dug into every​ territory with the​‌ potential for rebellion​‍ among the most‍ radically opposed lords.’⁠

A crime so serious‌ that it would‌‌ not only make‌​​ them public enemies​⁠​ of the North,‌‌‍ but could even‌​‍ lead to an⁠​​ extermination order with⁠ imperial approval.

At‍‍⁠ this point, it‌⁠⁠ was clear they⁠ had crossed the⁠ line by far.⁠‍

Seeing​‌ Lucian’s reaction, the‍‌ knight, who had​⁠ been bowing his​⁠‍ head, burned again‌‍ with fury and‍ shouted.

“Their⁠​ sins have reached‌⁠ the heavens! Not‍​ even the Eight⁠ Gods will grant‌‍ them mercy anymore,‌⁠⁠ so only punishment​‍‍ remains! We will​ support whatever you‌‌ wish—so please, in​ the name of‌‍ justice, punish Calix!”⁠

‘Aha.’​

At⁠⁠ the knight’s cry,⁠ so fervent it‍⁠ bordered on desperation,‍ Lucian smiled inwardly.‌​

He​ was starting to⁠⁠‍ understand why they‍⁠⁠ were clinging to​ him so desperately.​‌‌

‘They‌​‌ want to take‍ revenge using my​ name as a pretext.’

No‍ matter how much‍‌ they had instigated​ a rebellion, without⁠ proof, it was‌ impossible to mobilize‍‍ a large-scale army.‌

A territorial war might‍‌​ be something the​ imperial family would‍‍ find troublesome, but‍ if the scale​ was too large,⁠​‌ they wouldn’t let‍ it slide.

And‌‍ if they fought⁠ in a conventional⁠‌‍ way, one by‌⁠ one, they’d be​​⁠ crushed by Calix’s⁠‍ military power.

‘They‌‍ plan to raise‌ an allied force‍​⁠ and use me‍⁠ as the justification⁠ to wipe out​⁠⁠ Calix. After all,​‍⁠ there’s no better‌ foothold than me.’‌

Even​‌​ for Calix, trying‍‍​ to kill the‌⁠‌ third son of‍ the Grand Duchy‌​ of Valdeck was‍ extremely troublesome.

Moreover,​‍‍ Lucian had a legitimate claim to‍ the name of⁠ Grimaldi—far greater than‌‍⁠ Calix’s—and connections that‍ could inform the‍‌ imperial family of‍​ the internal affairs‍​ without it seeming‍‍ like rebellion.

For⁠​ them, clinging to​‍ Lucian was the‌⁠ only way to‌​‌ carry out their⁠⁠‍ revenge.

“I⁠ understand how you⁠‌ feel. Calix has‌​​ committed too many‍‍ atrocities to be​⁠ forgiven. It’s about⁠⁠​ time they paid‍⁠ the price.”

“Does​‌‌ that mean…?”

“But⁠​ not yet. I haven’t reclaimed the‍ name of Grimaldi.‍⁠ Only when I punish them as​​‌ the legitimate heir​‌‍ of Grimaldi can​ it be said⁠ that justice has​‍ been restored—don’t you⁠​ agree?”

“Of⁠​ course! If you​‌ ever need support,​‍​ say the word⁠‌ at any time!”‌‌‌

Afraid⁠‍ Lucian would change‌​​ his mind, the‍ knight urgently pledged‌‌‌ his support.

He​‍ didn’t stop at‌⁠ words—he even handed‍‍‍ over a personal​‌ letter from his⁠ lord stating that,‍⁠ as long as‍​‍ they received permission⁠‌ from the imperial​⁠ family, they would⁠​‌ immediately come with‍‌ troops to support⁠ him.

Lucian‌‍ kept the letter‍ and suppressed a smile.

‘With​ this, military strength⁠‍ is secured.’

Even​‍ as he thought⁠⁠ that, he had⁠​ no intention of‌‌​ starting a full-on‌ war with the​​ house of Count‍‌ Calix.

He⁠‌ had gained reliable‍ allies, but the⁠​ enemy’s power wasn’t​ something to be‌‌‍ underestimated either.

Even⁠​‌ with imperial permission,‍⁠‌ charging ahead with​ half-baked strength could⁠⁠ end in disaster.​

‘The​‌⁠ important thing is⁠‌ that now there​⁠‌ are those who‍‌ desperately need my‍‌‍ existence, and who,‍ if necessary, would‌ be willing to⁠‍‍ raise armies for​ me.’

Lucian​‍ had the strength‍ to protect himself.⁠‌

He‍ also trusted the​⁠​ abilities of Felicia,‌ Raymond, and Hugo.‌‍‌ But no matter⁠​ how strong someone‌‌‌ is, it’s hard⁠‌ to block ten​‌​ attacks with one​‌‌ hand.

He‍​‍ needed another hand—strong​‍ or weak—and they⁠‍ had come, offering⁠​ to be that‍⁠⁠ hand.

‘Considering‌⁠ their circumstances, they’ll⁠ do everything they​ can to protect⁠ me, even if​‍⁠ it’s just for‍ revenge.’

For​​ the house of‌ Count Calix, who⁠​ might have even​⁠‌ considered kidnapping or​​ forced repatriation as​​⁠ last resorts, the‌ situation had become​‍​ extremely uncomfortable.

From⁠​ now on, the‍ only option left⁠⁠​ was to face⁠ Lucian directly, in⁠‍ a fair confrontation.‍‍‌

And​‍‍ if it came⁠‍⁠ to a head-on​‌ clash, Lucian was‍‍ confident he wouldn’t⁠‌ lose to anyone.‌⁠

***‌⁠

A few days passed‌‌ since then, and​‍⁠ Calix sent another‌‌‍ emissary.

“Greetings⁠‌ to young lord⁠⁠‍ Lucian. My name​‌ is Marcel Herscher,‍​ I serve the‌‌ house of Count‍‍​ Calix.”

The⁠⁠‌ knight, with a lean build and‍ a somber gaze,‌⁠ gave an impression‌​​ completely opposite to‍ Palmir, who had​ overflowed with arrogance.‍

As‍ soon as he‌‌‌ finished introducing himself,‌​‌ Marcel got straight​ to the point.‌‍

“I’ll​⁠⁠ be blunt. The‌⁠ count wishes to‍ engage in a legitimate contest with‌ you, wagering the‌​​ name of Grimaldi.”‌⁠‌

“A‍ legitimate contest?”

Lucian‌ tilted his head⁠​‌ with a mocking‍​‌ smile.

“What​‌‍ nonsense. A contest​‌ is only necessary​ between people with⁠ equivalent rights. Isn’t‍‌‌ it absurd that⁠‍ someone would try‍⁠ to compete with‌‌‍ me, the maternal‍ grandson of the​ former Grand Duke?”​‍

“But⁠ you are not‌‌ a northerner, young​ lord.”

Marcel​‍​ replied without flinching.⁠‌

“We’ve‌‌​ said it many‍‌ times, and we’ll‌‍ keep repeating it.​‌​ You know it‌‌ as well as​‌⁠ we do.”

At​⁠ such shamelessness, Lucian’s⁠ retainers, including Harald,⁠​⁠ all furrowed their⁠ brows at once.‍‌‌

It‌‍​ was clear that,‌ unable to give‍ up the name‍ Grimaldi, they were​‍ clinging to any⁠ excuse possible, no⁠‍ matter the legitimate‌‍‍ rights.

Scornful⁠‍‌ gazes pierced Marcel,⁠ but he stood⁠‌​ firm, as if‌‌⁠ wrapped in invisible‍⁠ armor.

“As​⁠ you know, many‌‌ things have already‌ happened in the‍ North. Some have​‍ won, others have‌⁠‌ lost. If you‌‌ now intend to‌​‌ annul it all,​‌ regardless of your‌ reasoning, no one​‌ will accept it‍​ willingly or step​ aside.”

“And​‌ if I win‍‍ this contest, they’ll‌​⁠ just accept it?⁠‌ In a competition‌​‌ with no legal​ authority? That’s hardly‍​ convincing.”

“It​ will be a contest held before‍ the eyes of​​⁠ all the North.⁠ If Calix proposes⁠⁠ it and then‌ backs down, who​‌⁠ would ever follow‍⁠​ us again?”

In​‍‌ other words, whether‌⁠ they liked it​​​ or not, they‍‌ would have to‍‍‌ abide by the​​ outcome.

It⁠ wasn’t a flawed‍‌ argument, so Lucian‍⁠ gestured for him‌ to continue.

“Furthermore,‌⁠ this contest will‍⁠ follow an ancient​ northern tradition. If⁠​⁠ the young lord‍ possesses northern blood,⁠ he won’t reject​⁠⁠ it, will he?”⁠​

“An⁠​‌ ancient northern tradition?”⁠⁠

“The⁠‍ Hundred-Day Hunt.”

Bang!​⁠⁠

“Those‍ damn bastards!”

With‌‌ wide eyes, Harald‌⁠ slammed the table‍​ hard.

Wood‍⁠‌ splinters flew in‍⁠ all directions as​​ Marcel calmly bowed​ his head.

“I​‌‌ ask you to⁠‍⁠ remain calm. I’ve‍⁠​ only come to‍‍⁠ deliver the terms.”‌​‌

“Shut⁠‍​ up! Those slithering⁠ bastards don’t even​‌​ bother to hide⁠ their tricks anymore!​⁠‍ If you’re so‍⁠ eager to die,‌ I’ll cut off‍ your—!”

“Baron⁠‍ Harald.”

Harald,‍ who was about​ to grab his‍‍⁠ axe, stopped at‍ Lucian’s voice.

With​​ a trembling hand,‌ he forced himself‌‌ to release the‍⁠ weapon and spat​‍‍ out his words⁠ in anger.

“If‌​⁠ you weren’t a guest of young⁠​‍ lord Lucian, your⁠​ head would already⁠ be rolling on‍⁠ the floor.”

“I⁠‌‌ will keep your‍ lordship’s consideration in⁠‌ my heart.”

The⁠‌‌ tone, far from‌ grateful, made Harald‌‍⁠ flare up again,​‌‍ but at Lucian’s‌​​ glance, he reluctantly​‌ sat back down.‍‌‍

Once‍ the situation had​‍ calmed, Lucian looked‍​‌ at Marcel.

“What⁠ exactly does this‍‍ Hundred-Day Hunt involve?”⁠⁠‍

Marcel‍⁠ gave a cold‍​ smile.

“As‍⁠ I said, it‍ is an ancient‍​ tradition of the​⁠ North.”

***‍​

“For‌⁠ fifteen days, participants‌​ must survive in⁠⁠‍ the snowy northern​⁠​ mountains. The one⁠⁠​ who returns with⁠⁠‌ the most valuable‍​ bounty will be‍ deemed the winner.⁠⁠‌ A maximum of​​​ five companions is‍ allowed, and bringing​ provisions is strictly⁠ forbidden.”

After‍​ sending Marcel off‍ to continue the​​⁠ discussion in private,‍​⁠ Lucian reflected on​⁠‌ what he had⁠ just heard.

Originally,‍ the hunt lasted‍‍ one hundred days,‌ but due to​‍​ its extreme length⁠ and danger, it⁠ had been reduced‌‍‌ to fifteen.

“It’s⁠⁠ an interesting tradition.​​‌ Stripping away all‌ background and measuring​ only individual ability.​⁠⁠ The North is⁠⁠​ growing on me⁠ more and more.”‍

“Now‌ is not the⁠ time to be⁠‍‌ so calm!”

Harald⁠ looked at him​ furiously.

“Do‍ you really think‍ those guys are⁠⁠ aiming for a fair contest?”

“Of‍ course not.”

Lucian⁠​ shrugged while studying⁠⁠ the map. The⁠‌‍ mountain range Marcel​‍‍ had marked as⁠‍ the contest site​​ was marked in‍‍⁠ red.

“The⁠‌​ proposed range is‍​⁠ near Calix’s territory‍‌ and surrounded by‌ allied domains. Even‌ if my supporters⁠‍ keep watch, it’s​​ their backyard—they could⁠‌ set traps in‍ secret.”

“Then​ you must reject⁠ the proposal.”

“I​⁠‍ can’t.”

“Why​⁠‌ not?”

“Because‌‌ they’ve invoked tradition.⁠ If I back​‌ down now, the⁠ image I’ve built​ with the people​ will collapse.”

Harald⁠‌ fell silent.

If‍‌ Lucian rejected a northern tradition, even‌⁠​ those who had​‍‍ hailed him as‌ a hero of⁠⁠ royal blood would⁠ feel disappointment.

“At⁠ worst, all the‍⁠ recognition I’ve earned⁠ until now could‌ vanish. They’d soon‌ say that, in‍ the end, I was just another‍‌ southerner.”

“So⁠‍‌ you’ll accept the⁠‍​ proposal knowing it’s⁠​ a trap?”

“Yes.”​

“What…!”⁠‍

Lucian’s‌‌‌ confidence bordered on⁠‍⁠ arrogance, and Harald⁠‌⁠ let out a disbelieving laugh.

Lucian‌‍‍ added calmly.

“I’m​ not accepting it⁠‍ blindly. They also‌⁠⁠ won’t dare to​​‌ harm me directly‌⁠ and provoke Valdeck’s⁠​ wrath. At most,​‍‌ they’ll try to‌‌ harass me indirectly.”⁠​

“Just‍‍‌ because your life‌‍ isn’t in danger⁠​ doesn’t guarantee victory.⁠ If you lose,⁠​​ you’re just handing‍​‌ them a favor.”​‍‍

“It‌ doesn’t matter. As‌ long as I accept the contest,⁠⁠‌ the result is‌‍ irrelevant. What I need is the‍‌‌ recognition of the‍ North, not theirs.”⁠​

“…?”‌‌

Lucian‌​‌ smiled at the⁠‌ confusion on Harald’s‍‌ face.

“What‌‍ does it matter⁠ whether they recognize‌ me or not?‌ Under imperial law,​ the rights to⁠​‍ the Grimaldi inheritance⁠⁠ belong to me⁠ anyway. As long‌‌‍ as the North⁠‍ as a whole‍ accepts it, their‍ protests are just⁠⁠‌ noise.”

Harald⁠ blinked, stunned.

“Seen‍ that way…”

It‍​ wasn’t a flawed​ interpretation. Even if‌ the North maintained‌‌ some distance from‌ the imperial family,​‍‍ it was still​⁠⁠ part of the​ Empire.

Legally,​ the lands and​ assets of the‍​​ former Grand Duke⁠ belonged to Lucian.​

If⁠‍​ the majority of⁠ the North acknowledged​‍​ him and he‌ claimed the inheritance,​​ the house of‍​​ Calix would look​⁠‌ ridiculous even mentioning​ Grimaldi.

“But⁠​‌ even so, they‍⁠ won’t give up‍‍‍ their claims without‍ resistance. Even if⁠⁠ they acknowledge him,‌ they’ll find excuses‍‍‌ not to hand⁠ things over.”

“Then‍ it’ll be enough‍ to resort to​‍ public authority.”

“Public‍‌​ authority?”

“My​‍ lord.”

Just‌ as Lucian was‌⁠ about to respond,‌ Felicia’s voice came‌​ from outside.

“The​ inspector has arrived‌​ with an edict⁠ from His Majesty​‍‌ the Emperor.”

What did you think of this chapter?
0 reactions

0 Comments


There are no comments yet. Be the first!

Reader Settings
Page mode
Timer
Text Indent
Auto scroll
Tap to read
Pin menu
Translate page
Select language to automatically translate chapter content.
Audio & AI Voice
This chapter has pre-loaded audio
Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.