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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Lucian​ showed the letter‍​ to his vassals.‍⁠ The reactions were⁠⁠​ varied, but the⁠⁠​ one who responded‌ most vehemently was‍⁠ Raymond.

“A‍ rebellion? That’s absurd!​‍‌ With what power⁠‍ could a mere⁠​‌ second son attempt⁠‌‌ a rebellion?”

“Except‌‌ for Tristan, he’s⁠‍ the one with‌⁠⁠ the most solid‍​​ foundation. And right‌​⁠ now, both Father‌⁠ and Tristan are‌‍‌ absent. It wouldn’t​‍⁠ be strange if,‌ impatient after being‍‌⁠ left out of‍‌​ the competition for​ head of the⁠⁠​ family, he risked​⁠ acting.”

“That⁠⁠ would only make‍ sense if he​⁠ could succeed and⁠ secure his position.⁠ No, I even⁠ doubt that a rebellion is viable.‌‍​ The butler wouldn’t‍‌ fail to detect⁠‌‍ it in advance.”​‌‍

That‌ Edwin, the head​‍ butler, was in​‍​ charge of the​ information network was‍ a secret known‌ only to a few, but Raymond,‌​ a former member‌ of the Black⁠‌ Lion, was well‍ aware of his‍‌‌ capability.

If​ a rebellion really​ were brewing in‍ Valdeck, his ears‌ would undoubtedly be‌‍ the first to‍​​ catch wind of‍‌ it.

“The‍‌⁠ error with Hugo⁠ only happened because⁠ the scale was​ too small. If‍ it were something⁠ as big as⁠ a rebellion, the‍⁠⁠ butler would’ve noticed‍‌‍ long ago.”

“I’m‍​⁠ not so sure.”​

“Huh?‍‍⁠ Are you suggesting​‍‍ the second young‌‍⁠ master could slip⁠ past the butler’s‌​⁠ eyes?”

“If‌⁠ he had moved​‍⁠ troops and funds‍​​ normally, I’d agree‍​ with you.”

But‍‌ Lucian had recently‍ witnessed scenes that‌⁠​ were anything but‍‌‌ normal—miracles he’d thought⁠​‌ impossible in reality.‍​

“Magic.”​‍‌

An​ art that distorts‍ the laws and​ reproduces miracles while‌‍ ignoring common sense.‍‌

If‍⁠ Jordi had received⁠​ help from a mage or someone⁠⁠⁠ connected to them,⁠ evading Edwin’s surveillance⁠‌⁠ wouldn’t be that‍ difficult.

After​‍‍ all, the Empire⁠⁠‍ had hunted mages‍⁠ so ruthlessly that‍‌ not even many‌‌​ nobles truly understood⁠ what magic was​⁠ anymore.

“Of⁠‌ course, I don’t‌​ know much about‌⁠ magic myself, so‌‌​ it’s still just⁠‍⁠ a guess.”

Even​‌ so, it wasn’t‍​‌ completely impossible, so​‍​ it was worth‌⁠ staying alert. However,​ Raymond still seemed‌​⁠ skeptical.

“Even⁠‍ so, using that‌ method, they could‍‍‍ only occupy the⁠​ family estate temporarily.⁠‍ The real issue‌​ is what comes‌​ after. As long‍‌ as the duke⁠​ is alive and​ well, what’s the‍‍⁠ point of playing‍‌ king for a moment?”

Every‍‌⁠ rebellion destroys legitimacy.‍‍ That’s why, more​‍ important than the‌⁠⁠ initial success, is‌​​ the ability to⁠ suppress the aftermath.‍​⁠

If⁠‍⁠ not well-managed, it‌⁠‌ would be overthrown⁠ by internal conflict​ and external pressure.⁠

“The‌​⁠ moment the duke⁠ returns and says​⁠ a single word,⁠​⁠ everyone will turn‌‌⁠ on him. The⁠ second son can’t​ be stupid enough‌​ not to have​⁠ thought of that.”‍

“That’s​‍‌ true.”

From‌​​ a purely rational‌‌‌ standpoint, Raymond was‍​ absolutely right. But⁠‍ the world doesn’t⁠ always run on‌⁠ logic.

“Even‌ so, if there’s​‍ even a slim⁠‍‍ chance, we must‌ consider it. Especially​⁠​ because Hans went‍⁠ so far as‍‌ to use a word as extreme​ as rebellion. Even⁠‌⁠ if it’s a misunderstanding, it means‌‌‍ something suspicious is​⁠‌ going on.”

That’s​​‌ why Lucian decided‍ to focus on‍‍‌ establishing himself firmly‍‌​ in the north,‌ rather than trying‌ to juggle everything.‌⁠ If in the‌ end nothing happened,‌ he could always‍​ return to the‍ race for family⁠‍‌ leadership later. Better​​‌ to prepare for⁠‍ the slightest possibility⁠ than relax and‌‌ get stabbed in‌​‌ the back.

“If‌‌ you put it‍‍⁠ that way…”

Raymond⁠⁠ didn’t seem entirely⁠‌​ convinced, but he​‍‍ still bowed his​‌​ head, willing to​‌ follow Lucian’s will.⁠‍

After‌​ organizing his vassals’⁠‌ opinions, Lucian fell​​ into thought.

‘Curiously,⁠⁠‌ having fewer options⁠⁠ makes me feel‌‌‍ more at ease.’‍​

Fortunately,​​‌ Lucian had left‌‌‌ little behind in‍‍​ the family.

If‌⁠ they could get‌‌​ Hans and Ian‍⁠ out, the rest‌‍ was dispensable. Besides,‌⁠ Hans was handling⁠​ the situation skillfully,​​ so he could​​⁠ focus entirely on‌‍​ the north without​ worries.

‘The​‍ hundred-day hunt proposed⁠​⁠ by Calix, the‌‍‍ return of Asagrim,‍⁠⁠ and the title​‌ of margrave alongside‌​ my grandfather’s inheritance…’‍

As‌ all the scattered⁠‌​ pieces came together,⁠‌‌ a smile formed​​ on Lucian’s lips.‌‌

“Baron‍ Harald.”

“Yes,⁠ my lord.”

“The⁠‌‌ house of Count‌‌⁠ Calix proposed the‍​‍ hundred-day hunt. What‌​⁠ would you say​​ if we hosted‍ it this time?”‍

“What?”⁠​⁠

“As⁠‍⁠ a celebration for⁠‍ the return of⁠​ Asagrim, the capital⁠ of the old​⁠ Northern Kingdom. I think it would⁠​‌ make quite the‍​ statement.”

Harald‌‍‍ blinked a few‍​ times before catching​ the true meaning.‌‍

“I⁠⁠ worry they’ll go‌ mad with joy—or​‌⁠ rage.”

Though​ he said that,⁠⁠ a deep smile​‌‍ spread across his‍⁠‍ face.

***⁠​⁠

“That⁠ brat accepted the​ proposal? I suppose​ he had no⁠ choice.”

Norvek,⁠ head of the​​‍ House of Count‍‌ Calix, stroked his​​‍ beard with a smile.

With‍ such an obvious​​ weakness, even knowing​ it was a trap, he couldn’t​‌ refuse it.

“Now​ is when it⁠‍​ really matters. He’ll‍⁠ know it’s a trap too, so‌‌‍ he’ll come well-prepared.‍⁠‍ We mustn’t get‍‌ overconfident and need⁠⁠ to corner him‍ without a single​ opening.”

“You’re⁠‍⁠ right.”

Norvek‍⁠ nodded at the⁠⁠‌ words of his‍ eldest son, Godfrey.⁠ They had managed​⁠‌ to lure him‌‌​ into the trap’s‌ location, but he‍‌ had yet to⁠‍‍ fall into it.‍‌ For a perfect‌ hunt, they needed⁠⁠ to coordinate with​‌ their allies and⁠‌⁠ set multiple traps.​​⁠

“Even⁠‌​ so, there’s no​‌ need to worry‍ too much. As‌‍ long as the‍‍‍ location is our‌ own backyard, his‌‌‌ preparations will have‍​ limits.”

“U-uh,‍⁠ lord… about that…”​

Marcel,​⁠ who had been‌​‌ sent as an‍​⁠ emissary, returned drenched‌ in cold sweat.​​ Seeing his unusually​ tense expression, Norvek​⁠‌ frowned.

“What’s⁠​ wrong? Did something‌‍ go wrong?”

“He‍​‌ agreed to participate‌ in the hundred-day⁠​​ hunt, but he‌‌​ says he prefers​ to host it⁠​ himself.”

“…?”‍

Norvek⁠ and Godfrey were​‌ left stunned. Host‍‌‍ it himself? With‌​ what territory, when‍⁠‍ he doesn’t even⁠ have one of⁠ his own?

“Everything​ I hear gets​ more ridiculous. I understand he might⁠⁠⁠ fear a trap,​⁠ but saying something​​​ like that is⁠‍ practically rejecting the​​ proposal. It only‍‍⁠ puts him in​ a worse position.”‍

“Actually,‍ shortly after my​‌‌ arrival, the Emperor⁠‍⁠ granted him a title and a territory.”

“What?‌ What are you⁠⁠​ saying? Why would​ the Emperor suddenly⁠‍ do something like‌‌ that?”

“I⁠‌‍ don’t know. But‍‍​ it’s certain that‌⁠‍ he granted him​​‌ the title of‍‌‍ Border Margrave and‌ Asagrim, the former⁠​‌ capital of the‌ Northern Kingdom.”

“…!?”​⁠​

Both‍ were left petrified.‍ Asagrim, which had​⁠‌ been a domain⁠⁠‍ directly under the​⁠⁠ Emperor and had​ never been ceded?‌​​

Marcel​​​ continued, his voice‌‍ trembling.

“A-and,‍ an imperial inspector‌​​ has been dispatched⁠⁠⁠ to oversee the⁠ legal inheritance process.‍ He said he’s‌⁠ heading to Grimaldi⁠‍ territory to properly​ transfer the mansion‌‌​ and assets left‍ by the former⁠​ duke to his⁠​ maternal grandson…”

“This‌​ is madness!”

Norvek‍‍​ shot up, shouting.‌

“That‌‌​ he inherits personal​⁠​ property from Duke​ Grimaldi is acceptable!⁠‌⁠ Even granting Asagrim‍‌​ is something that,‌⁠ while absurd, could‍ still be tolerated!‌‍⁠ But both things⁠ at once?! That’s‍​ practically the restoration‍‌ of a royal​​⁠ house! The Emperor​‌ must’ve gone mad‍ to allow something​‍‍ like this…!”

“I⁠‍​ doubted it too.​‍ Dozens, hundreds of‍‍ times. But the​ inspector was real,​ and the letter‍‍ had the imperial⁠ seal.”

“It​‍⁠ can’t be, it​​ can’t be! It’s‍​ impossible!”

“Father,‍‍​ calm down! Let’s‌ think clearly.”

Godfrey‌​ forced Norvek, who‍​‍ trembled in denial,‌ to sit back​⁠‍ down.

But‍ even he couldn’t‍ believe the situation.‍⁠​

With​​‌ the Emperor already⁠​ irritated over Krephelt’s‍ declaration of independence,​‍‌ to cede Asagrim​​ to a Grimaldi‌‌‌ descendant?

‘It’s‍​‍ like he’s encouraging‍⁠​ the unification of‌‍‍ the north…’

No‌ matter how he‌​ looked at it,⁠‌ he couldn’t find‌⁠​ a reason. If‍ it were the‌‍ Emperor, shouldn’t he​ be trying to‍‌ prevent the feudal⁠ lords from uniting‍⁠‌ by encouraging division?​

And‌‌ yet, he was​⁠ deliberately causing them‍⁠ to group under‍ the name of​ the former Northern‌​‌ Kingdom.

‘For​⁠⁠ what purpose? Don’t​‌ tell me he​‌‌ expects that brat​‍ to lead a unified north and​ ally with the⁠​‌ Empire.’

If‍ that happened, the‌​ Empire would gain​ a massive support⁠⁠ force. In a situation like the⁠⁠ current one, where⁠‍​ allies were desperately‍ needed, it would⁠​ be a huge⁠ help.

But‍​ even if loyalty​‍ was sworn in‌ this generation, who⁠ could guarantee that‍​ future ones would‌‍ remain loyal?

Building​ a support base‍ at the cost‍ of such forced‌‌ moves made no​ sense.

“T-this‍ isn’t the time‌‍‍ to just sit‌ around.”

Norvek,‍‌‍ barely having pulled‍⁠ himself together, spoke‍ as he staggered,⁠‌ leaning on his⁠⁠​ son.

Godfrey‍‌⁠ reacted immediately upon‌ hearing his voice.​⁠

“Father.”​

“If​​​ that bastard really​​ received the margrave​ title and Asagrim,‌ the hundred-day hunt⁠⁠ won’t mean anything.​​ The hunt will⁠⁠‍ become nothing but‌ a festival, and​‌⁠ we’ll be nothing‌​ more than side​‍ characters celebrating the​ new victor of⁠‌‌ the north.”

“Do‍⁠ you have another‌ alternative?”

Norvek‍‍​ looked silently at⁠‌⁠ Marcel, who had⁠‌​ finished his report.‌​

Understanding‍ that look as​‍‍ a dismissal, Marcel⁠⁠ bowed slightly and​⁠ left.

After​​ the door closed‌‍​ and a moment⁠​ passed, Norvek spoke‍‌⁠ quietly.

“We’ll‍​‌ have to call⁠ that mage. As‌‍ long as the⁠‌ sky is open,​‍‍ that man can​​⁠ use his power⁠ from any territory.”⁠‌

“Father?⁠​ That’s dangerous! Do‍⁠⁠ you intend to‍​⁠ provoke Valdeck?”

“This‌ isn’t the time‍ to worry about‌ that. Why do⁠ you think the​​​ Emperor gave him‌‌ such excessive gifts?​ It’s to crush‍ us and hand⁠‌‍ the north over‌​‌ to that bastard!”​‌

“…”‍‌

“That‍​⁠ guy, who sees‌ us as a nuisance, even has​ the Emperor’s tacit⁠‌ consent. If we‌‌ just sit on‍‍​ our hands, sooner​ or later our​⁠ house will fall‌​ by his hand.”​‍‌

That’s‍ why they had​ to strike first.​

Thinking‍‍ only about the‍‍⁠ consequences was reckless—but‌ worrying solely about‌‍ the future and‍​​ dying from the​‌⁠ arrow already flying‍‍‍ toward you was​ even more foolish.‍‌⁠

Norvek⁠‌‌ whispered again, looking‌‌‌ at a speechless‌ Godfrey.

“Either‌ way, we have​ no other option.​‍​ We’ll just have​⁠‍ to leave it​⁠ to that mage‍ and pin all‌‌‍ the blame on⁠​‍ him.”

Godfrey​‌ nodded heavily. He​⁠⁠ didn’t know whether⁠ the other would​⁠‍ fall into the⁠‍​ trap, but if‌⁠​ there was only‌ one option, there‌‍‍ was no point⁠​ hesitating.

***‌

“Ugh!”‍

“What​ is it?”

“I‌ don’t know… suddenly,‍​‍ I got a chill down my⁠‍ spine.”

Colin,​ a mage from‌‌ the School of​ Heavenly Astrology, shivered.‌​⁠ [1]

It‍⁠ wasn’t his first​⁠ time in the‍⁠ north and he‌‌ wore quite thick⁠ clothing, but even‍‍ so, he felt⁠‍ a strange coldness.‌

While‌ checking his body,⁠‍ thinking he might​⁠‍ be catching a cold, he heard​​ a giggle in​​​ front of him.⁠⁠

“Well,‌​ big brother, now‌‌ you’re concerned about‍‌‍ your health? You⁠‌ used to live​⁠‍ like you didn’t‌​​ care if you‍‌‌ died any minute.”‍‌

“That​ was when I was young. As⁠ you get older,​‍​ life starts to‍⁠ feel more valuable.”‍⁠​

“Oh.‍‍​ I never thought‌ I’d hear you⁠⁠‍ say life is​‌ valuable.”

“Enough‌ teasing. Tell me​‍‌ the prediction. How‍⁠⁠ long are you‍​ going to keep​ me in suspense?”⁠⁠‍

At‌​ Colin’s whining tone,‌‌ Helen, a mage⁠ from the same​‌​ school, smiled softly.⁠​

“Wait‍‌‍ a bit. The​‌ stars haven’t aligned​‍⁠ yet. The changes‍​ of the sky‍ are endless, and​ its depth has⁠ no end.”

“That’s​‌ why you don’t‌‍​ measure it—you feel‌‍ it with your‌ body. If a human tries to‌​ measure that depth,⁠‍‌ they’ll just fall​‍‍ endlessly. I still‌ remember the master’s‌‍‍ words.”

“I’m⁠ glad to hear​⁠​ that. I thought,​ since you always‌‌⁠ disobeyed the master…‍ ah.”

Helen‍‍‌ stopped mid-sentence and‌⁠ began flipping cards‌ quickly.

The​​ stars she spoke‌‌‍ of must’ve finally‌‌ reached the right‍​ position.

To​⁠‌ Colin, who was‍‌⁠ from the same​​ school but knew⁠⁠ nothing about astrology,⁠‌​ the scene looked‌‍ strange.

Even‌⁠‌ after placing the⁠⁠⁠ cards, she seemed‍ to wait for‍​ the exact moment​ to flip them.‍⁠

‘Well,‍⁠ she always gets​ her predictions right,‍ so I guess⁠​​ there’s a reason.’‌​‌

“Hm…”​⁠

As⁠⁠⁠ Colin watched, Helen​‍‍ finished flipping all‍​⁠ the cards and‌‌ frowned.

It⁠⁠⁠ was a gesture‌​ she made when​​ an unfavorable prediction⁠ appeared, and Colin’s‌‍​ heart sank.

“What‌ is it? Don’t‍‌‍ tell me… did​‌ a death omen⁠⁠​ appear for me?”‌

“It‍ did.”

“Really!?”‍‌

“But​‍ it’s a strange‌‌‍ prediction. I’ll explain‌‍ it, so read⁠ it yourself.”

Helen‌⁠‍ studied the cards​​‌ carefully and began‍​​ writing a phrase‍ with a quill.‍

Soon​‌ after, Colin received⁠⁠‍ the finished text⁠ and tilted his​ head at the⁠‍⁠ ambiguous words.

“Three‍ encounters and three​‍ chances. Two failures‍​ and one opportunity.‍ If you seize​‌ it, he will⁠​ become a benefactor;‌‍ if you let​‍​ him go, he​‍ will become a reaper.”

***​⁠

T/N:⁠‍

1:‍⁠ I’m not sure‌‍‌ whether to translate‌‌ this as “school”​ or “academy.” The‌⁠​ term may vary⁠​‌ in future translations.‌

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