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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 85

Chapter 85

“What‌‌‍ is this?!”

The​⁠ retainers, startled, drew‌ their swords all​‌⁠ at once. However,‌‌ the beams of‌ light only flashed​⁠⁠ without causing any​⁠ harm.

After​ a short while,​​ when the brightness⁠ dimmed and their​⁠‌ eyes adjusted, Lucian’s​‍ group could see‌‍ where the light​ was coming from.​​

“My‌ lord, there are​ lines of light‍‍​ drawn on the​​ floor!”

“I⁠​‍ see them too.‍⁠ But…”

Lucian‌ observed the now-illuminated‍ floor and looked‌​‌ over the drawings‌‌ of the supposed‌ puzzle.

Absurdly,‌‍ the light was‍​‌ traced without any‌​‌ order, bearing no‌‍ relation to the⁠ puzzle. It looked​ as if someone⁠ had scribbled over‌ the drawings.

“…There⁠⁠ was no secret​‍⁠ in the puzzle.​‌ This was just‍ a distraction.”

“It’s‍ a method that‍ was used a lot in the​ past. They’d make‌‍ false locks on​⁠ doors that didn’t‍‌ need a key‍ and hide the‌​​ real mechanism elsewhere.”⁠

“In​‌⁠ the end, past‌‌ or present, people‌⁠‌ don’t change the‍ way they think.”​⁠‌

“Well,‌ it’s effective. For‍​ some reason, we⁠​‍ avoided the trap,​⁠​ but it looks‍ like the fools‍​‍ who came before‌‌​ fell right into​​​ it.”

At​⁠⁠ Hugo’s words, Lucian⁠ gave a bitter‌​ smile and nodded.​⁠‍

Although​ the drawings were‌⁠​ painted in similar‌‌ colors, no matter‍‍ how hard someone​⁠ tried to solve‍⁠ the puzzle, it‍​⁠ would never complete‌​​ a coherent image.‍​

It​⁠‌ was nothing more⁠⁠‍ than a cover⁠⁠ designed to fool​‍ intruders. Even if​⁠ someone miraculously solved‍ it, the only⁠‌ reward would be⁠ a pretty picture—and⁠‌ nothing more.

“My‍ lord, look at‍‌ that.”

At‍​‍ that moment, Raymond‍⁠ pointed to the​ opposite wall.

At‍‌​ the far end⁠ of the wide⁠ underground space, which​​ had been hidden⁠ in darkness before,​​ chisels, punches, and‍​ hammers were piled‍​​ up.

They‍ weren’t tools for‍ carving, but clearly​‌‌ meant for destruction.‍‍‌

“Looks​ like they were‌ planning to smash‌⁠ the floor tiles⁠⁠‍ of this cavern‌⁠‌ if necessary.”

“Then​‍ the people before‍ were buying time‍​​ to get in​ here?”

“Could‌​ be.”

At​ first, Lucian had‍⁠‌ thought they were‌ trying to steal‌⁠‍ seals or documents⁠ needed to prove‌⁠⁠ legitimacy.

Those‌‌‌ who managed the‍​‍ mansion still didn’t‌ know that Lucian‍ had acquired Asagrim,‌​ so it wouldn’t‌‍ have been strange​ for them to⁠⁠‌ try and undermine‌⁠ his legitimacy for‌‌ their lord’s sake.​

But⁠⁠⁠ thinking about it‍‌ now, it seemed‍ more like they⁠‍ had been stalling​‍‌ to come down‌‍‍ here and destroy​⁠​ this floor.

“Anyway,‍‍‍ it’s ridiculous. These⁠‌‍ tiles are nothing‍​​ but decoration.”

“Now‌‍ that you mention‌‍ it, why did⁠​‍ the real mechanism‌​‌ activate all of‍‌ a sudden? We‍ didn’t do anything.”⁠​​

“I⁠‍​ have no idea.​​​ All I did⁠‍‌ was run my‌​‌ hand over the‌‌‍ floor, and that​​⁠ can’t possibly be‌​ the real key.”‍

Clack.‍

As​ they talked, the‍‌ sound of a mechanism activating was‍⁠ heard to the⁠​ side.

When⁠‍‌ the group turned‌‌⁠ their heads, they⁠‌​ saw a part‍ of the wall‍⁠⁠ opening outward.

Once​​‌ again, it had​⁠ nothing to do‍ with the puzzle—it‍‍ was in a corner under the‌‌⁠ underground stairs.

Lucian⁠‍‌ clicked his tongue,⁠‌ impressed by the‍ creator’s meticulousness.

“In‌​ a location like‍‌ that, they wouldn’t⁠‌ dare destroy anything‍ by force. If‌‍ something went wrong,‍ the stairs might⁠​​ have collapsed. I don’t know why,‍ but they were⁠​ determined to hide⁠ it.”

“My⁠ lord, what should‍‍ we do?”

“We​⁠‍ go in.”

“We‌⁠ don’t know what​​ could be inside.⁠‍‍ Are you sure?”​‍‍

“If​ it were a trap, something would’ve⁠⁠⁠ already happened to⁠‌⁠ us. Besides, even‍ though the House⁠⁠ of Count Calix⁠⁠⁠ was rummaging around​‌‌ here carelessly, nothing‍‍​ happened.”

They‍‍ had torn out​‍​ the lighting by⁠​​ force, messed with​ the fake puzzle‍​ recklessly, and even⁠ prepared tools to​​⁠ destroy it—and yet​‌‌ there wasn’t a single trace of‍ old blood.

Everything​‍ indicated there were⁠⁠ no traps.

“If⁠‌ they didn’t want⁠⁠ anyone to find‍ the entrance, that’d‌‍‍ be one thing,⁠‍‌ but setting traps​ only inside makes​‍‌ no sense. Let’s‍​ go in quickly‌‍⁠ and get out‍‌​ before Glenn finds‌ out.”

“That’s‌​ true. And they‌ hid the entrance‍⁠⁠ so carefully but‌ left the rest​⁠‍ so exposed… hmm.”​‍

Hugo‌ trailed off and‍ looked away as⁠⁠ if it were‌ nothing. Though he‌​‍ didn’t say it‍⁠ out loud, Lucian‌​ understood what he‌​‌ meant.

‘This⁠ place feels like‌‍‌ it was left​​ unfinished.’

The​⁠‌ interior was massive,‍‌⁠ but the only‌​‍ things inside were‌⁠ a giant puzzle​⁠‍ to mislead and‍‌⁠ a hidden door.⁠ No traps or‌⁠ flashy decorations.

A space that big⁠‌ and empty was‌⁠ usually a sign⁠‍⁠ of a construction​ abandoned for lack‌ of funds.

‘Maybe‍ this place symbolizes​‍ the fall of​⁠​ Grimaldi.’

With⁠ a bitter smile,⁠‌ Lucian headed toward​​​ the open door‍​‍ under the stairs.‌⁠⁠ Perhaps there he‌ would find the​⁠ answer to this‌ place’s purpose.

***⁠‌⁠

When⁠‍ Lucian’s group passed‍‌​ through the hidden⁠ door, they were‍​​ left speechless. Beyond​‍ it was a fairly spacious room,‍ but its contents‌ were pitiful.

‘A⁠​​ bookshelf, a few⁠‍​ coverless books, ink,​​ paper, and a key?’

The‍​ bookshelf was an‍ old piece of​‌​ furniture with nothing‍‌⁠ special, and the‌​ books seemed crudely‍​‌ made, with pages‍ bound by string.⁠

The⁠‌​ ink and paper⁠​ were cheap and‍ common materials. The‌​​ only remotely eye-catching‍‌‌ thing was a key stored in⁠‌⁠ an elegant glass⁠‍ case, though it‌ was unclear what​⁠ it opened.

“My​​​ lord, allow me​ to check… gh!?”​

Zap.⁠​

Raymond‌‍​ reached for the‍‌⁠ display case and‌ immediately recoiled as​⁠​ a jolt of‌ electricity surged out.‍‌

He‍ managed to pull⁠⁠ back in time,‍⁠ but the force‍‍ was strong enough‌‌ to have burned‌ his palm.

“Magic?⁠​⁠ This is a magical artifact!”

“Wow.‌‌ No decent furniture,‌‌​ but top-tier security.”⁠‍

Lucian​ clicked his tongue‌⁠ and picked up​⁠‌ one of the⁠ books from the⁠ shelf.

Apparently,​⁠⁠ the display case‍‍‌ was the only⁠ magical artifact, since‌‌⁠ reading the books​⁠ posed no issue.‌​

— …I was rejected‌ again. It was‍​‌ the same with‌‍ the previous one,‍ and now this​‌ emperor too. Asagrim—how‍⁠ long will I have to wait?‌​

The‌ glory of the‍‍‌ past has already​‌​ crumbled. How long…?⁠​⁠ I’m tired.

‘Asagrim?’​

Most​‍ of the letters⁠⁠ on the faded​⁠‌ paper were erased‌⁠ and unreadable.

It⁠‌‌ didn’t look like⁠⁠‍ someone had erased⁠⁠ them on purpose—just‍​​ poorly preserved.

Lucian⁠ turned the pages​ carefully, as if‌​ the paper might⁠ fall apart at‍‌ any moment.

‘The‌ older books are‍ practically impossible to‌⁠‌ read, but the⁠ more recent writings‌‍ are still in‍ decent condition.’

After‌​ reviewing the contents,​ Lucian immediately understood‍ what the books​​‍ were.

They‍‌ were personal writings‌ left by successive​⁠ heads of the​ ducal house of⁠‌ Grimaldi.

However,​ since writing them​‌‍ wasn’t mandatory, there​ were often gaps‌‌‌ of a hundred‍ to two hundred‍ years between entries,‍ depending on the⁠​ ruling head.

Tired⁠​ of trying to⁠‍​ decipher the older​​‌ texts, Lucian opened​ the most recently​ written notebook.

‘At​ least this one‌⁠ should be easier⁠ to read—what? It’s⁠​⁠ all smudged?’

Lucian⁠​⁠ was baffled to​‌ see the pages‍⁠ blackened, as if‌‍​ someone had deliberately⁠⁠​ spilled ink on​ them.

The‌⁠​ letters had run⁠⁠‍ in all directions,‌‍ making everything unreadable.⁠​

Fortunately,‍ the last page⁠​​ seemed to have​ been added after⁠⁠‌ the manuscript was‌‍ ruined, as it‍ was perfectly legible.⁠

— Grimaldi is finished.⁠ Since my daughter‌⁠‌ left the family,‌‍⁠ there are no⁠ blood relatives left⁠ to inherit after⁠ me. The Empire‍ has survived a thousand years and,‍‌‍ in the end,‍‍‌ it has defeated⁠​ Grimaldi. The ancestors’‍ dream will vanish​ along with the​​ extinction of the​ family. It’s bitter,​⁠ but at the‌⁠‌ same time, I feel relieved.

Reading‌‍​ the word “extinction,”⁠ Lucian shivered.

According​​ to his prior​​ research, the ducal​‌ house of Grimaldi‌‍​ had always been⁠ inherited through the‌‍ direct line, without‌​⁠ adoptions.

The⁠⁠‍ only time the‍‍ bloodline broke was⁠ with his maternal⁠ grandfather, who had⁠​ only one daughter.​‌‍

If‌⁠‍ the text said‍ there were no‍⁠ blood heirs left,​⁠ then those words‍ could only have⁠‍ been written by⁠‍ his grandfather.

— The legacy of​⁠ the ancestors now‌‍ exists only in​ words, and even‍ those descriptions have‍‍​ nearly vanished. I long ago lost⁠‌ the motivation to⁠‍ cling to relics​ of the past.⁠ I’m tired of‌ carrying the weight‌ of generations with‌​‍ no hope or​‍‌ reward. How could‌ a declining Grimaldi​​ ever reclaim Asagrim?‍ Even if the​⁠‍ Empire were to​‍⁠ fall, another great‍‍‍ power would take​ it first and‍​ drive us out.⁠

That‌‌‌ was true. As⁠ the capital of‌​ a kingdom, Asagrim’s‍ location was perfect.‍

Unless‌‌ one were a legendary swordsman, no‍ one would return‌ such a strategic‌​‍ place to its⁠⁠​ former owners without​⁠ demanding something in⁠ return.

— I’ve never seen‌​ Asagrim with my​‌ own eyes. At‌​‌ this point, I can’t even consider​‍ the land of‌‍ my ancestors as⁠ my own. My‍ home is this‌​ place. I’ll live⁠ here and be⁠‌⁠ buried here. I feel no attachment⁠‌ to it—it even⁠​⁠ feels liberating. Still,‌‍ it’s a shame​⁠​ the legacy of​ the royalty will‌​‍ be buried forever‍ beneath the throne.⁠ Even if it’s‌​‌ not me, a tool only has‌‍​ meaning when someone‌⁠‍ uses it.

“…!”⁠

What​‌​ did that mean?‌

A legacy of northern‌‍‌ royalty beneath the​ throne?

Lucian‍‌ calmed his racing‌⁠​ heart and kept​‌ reading.

— I’ve decided to​‍ leave the key‌ where it is.​‌‍ Destroying it to​ reflect my own‌⁠ narrow-mindedness would be⁠ ridiculous. But at⁠ the same time,⁠​​ I wonder what‌‌⁠ purpose it serves.​ I am the‌⁠ last of the‍​ direct line, and‌‍ even the collateral‌ branches with any‍​ right will end⁠‌‍ with my grandson.​‌ If there’s no⁠‍‌ one with the‍ necessary qualification, even‌ with the key,⁠‌ it’s useless. Perhaps‌‍ future generations will‍‍​ only curse me‌​‍ for it.

“…‘Qualification’?”‌​‍

— Just in case,‌‌ I erase the⁠‍​ impulses of my⁠⁠​ youth but leave⁠ this final page‌ intact. If someone​ finds this place⁠​⁠ in the future‍ and can take​ the key, let⁠ them take it‍ and insert it⁠​ beneath the throne‍⁠⁠ of the White​ Palace of Asagrim.⁠‌‌ The legacy of‌‌ the ancient royalty⁠ sleeps there. If​‌⁠ everything has rotted​ away by now,​ then nothing can​⁠​ be done.

That⁠ was where the‍ manuscript ended.

Lucian‍ closed the notebook‌ silently and stood​ up.

The‌⁠​ key, the qualification,​‌ the direct line,​ and the collateral‍ line.

Suddenly,​ he remembered a recent phrase.

— The second cannot‌⁠ use magical artifacts⁠​ that only the‌⁠ legitimate imperial line​​ can use.

The‍​ emperor had written​‍ it clearly in⁠ his letter magical‌‍ artifacts that only⁠​ the legitimate imperial​ bloodline could use.‍

At‍⁠ first, Lucian thought⁠ it was some‍ ancient technology exclusive‌‌⁠ to the imperial‌​ family. But after​​ reading his grandfather’s‍ manuscript, another possibility⁠ emerged.

‘If⁠‍ a thousand years‍‍ ago, it was‌ common to use‍‍ magical measures that‍​‌ responded only to‌​ certain bloodlines… and​ if not only⁠​​ the imperial family⁠‍ but other royal‍⁠ houses could use‍ similar techniques…’

With‌⁠ that thought in‍‌ mind, Lucian walked​‍ over to the⁠ display case holding‌⁠ the key.

Seeing‌​ his determined steps,​‍‍ the nearby vassals‌ recoiled in fear.​‍‌

“My‍​ lord, it’s dangerous…!”‍

Before⁠‌​ they could stop​ him, Lucian placed​​ his hand directly⁠ on the case‌ holding the key.​⁠

The‌ lightning that had⁠‌‌ struck earlier didn’t​‍ appear this time.​‍‍

The​ display case accepted⁠ his touch without‍ any reaction. A few seconds later,‌ a small light‍⁠​ flickered, and the⁠‍‍ central lock opened.​‌

Clack.​

“!?”⁠

“Just‌​ as I thought.”⁠

While‌‍ everyone stood stunned,​⁠‌ Lucian smiled and⁠⁠‌ took the key.‍

He⁠ didn’t know what‍⁠‌ material it was‍ made of, but‍‌ after so many⁠ years without a single speck of‌⁠⁠ rust, it was‌‌‍ clearly no ordinary‍‍​ key.

“W-what‍ is the meaning‌⁠ of this?”

“Read‌⁠‍ it yourself.”

Lucian‍⁠ handed his grandfather’s‌‌ manuscript to Raymond⁠‍‍ and the other⁠⁠ vassals.

After​​​ reading it, they⁠⁠⁠ all looked up​‌ at Lucian with⁠ rigid expressions.

“My‌​‍ lord.”

“No‌‌‍ need to say​‌ it. I already‍⁠‍ have a good‌‌⁠ idea of what’s‌‌ happening. It probably​​​ has to do‌‍‍ with my bloodline.”⁠

At‌​​ the same time,​​‌ he understood why‍‌ the emperor had⁠‌ refused to give‌ him Asagrim until​ now.

He⁠ had always thought‌‍‌ it was to​‍​ prevent the north’s⁠ independence, given their⁠​⁠ already distant relationship,‍‌ and because the‍​‌ Grimaldi lineage still​ carried huge symbolic‍⁠ weight.

‘But‌‍‍ now I see‍ it wasn’t just⁠ that.’

The​‍⁠ imperial family was‍‍ being cautious.

Cautious‌ of the possibility‌‍ that other royal​‍​ houses also hid⁠ powers similar to⁠⁠⁠ their own.

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