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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Unless​‌‌ one is an‍ eternal and immortal​ transcendent, any legacy‍‌‌ inevitably requires a place to be‍​​ stored.

And⁠ the greater the‍ legacy, the larger‍⁠‍ that storage place‌​‌ must also be.⁠​⁠

If,‌⁠‌ on top of⁠⁠​ that, the place​​⁠ is built in‍‍​ secret so no‌‌ one can find​‍​ it, the possible⁠‌‌ locations become even​‌​ more limited.

‘In⁠‌‍ practice, outside of‍​⁠ the royal palace,‍ there aren’t many⁠​ suitable places to​ hide something like‍​‌ this. The Empire⁠ surely suspected that—hence,​ they never handed​ over Asagrim.’

They⁠ couldn’t massacre a royal family that‍ surrendered peacefully, so​‍ they most likely‍ took Asagrim from‍ them, granted them‍​⁠ honor, and then‌‌ drove them out.⁠‌​

Grimaldi‌‍‍ must have accepted‌‍‍ that fate, dreaming‍​ of a distant‌⁠ future in which‍⁠​ they would one​ day rise again.‍⁠‍

But,​‌‍ as written in‍ his maternal grandfather’s​‌ journal, the Empire⁠‌‍ managed to endure‌ for a thousand‍‍‍ years—and Grimaldi lost.‌

The‌‌ first to go⁠​ extinct was the⁠‌ Grimaldi house itself.​

‘No‌​‌ wonder they were‍⁠ so docile with‌​​ me.’

Lucian⁠ had never once⁠‍​ visited the north‌ in his entire‍ life, nor had‌⁠⁠ he ever met⁠⁠​ his maternal grandfather‍ in person.

And,⁠​‍ according to the⁠​​ emperor’s letter, imperial‍ legacies could only‌‌ be used by​ the direct bloodline.​‌

They‌ must have believed​ that, being a collateral branch, Lucian‍ would be unable⁠ to access any‍‌ legacy even if​‌ it existed.

However,​‌ the legacy of​​ the former royal​‌ family of the​ north seemed to​ be usable even​ by the third⁠ generation of collateral‍ lines.

‘This‌ is a monumental‌​​ stroke of luck.’‍‌​

Lucian​⁠⁠ murmured to himself​⁠ while pretending to‍‍​ stroke his chin,‌​‌ suppressing the grin‌ threatening to burst‍⁠‍ into laughter.

If​​⁠ he relaxed now,⁠ he’d probably break​​ into uncontrollable laughter.​

It‍⁠ had all begun​​ as a simple‍ treasure hunt—and ended‌ in a real‍⁠​ clue to an‍⁠ actual legacy, and‌​‍ not just any‍‌ legacy, but one​ from an ancient⁠⁠⁠ royal family.

“My‌​⁠ lord, I know‌‌ you’re pleased, but​​ now isn’t the​‍‍ time for this.”​‍

Raymond‍ urgently grabbed Lucian’s‌‌⁠ shoulder, who had⁠ been silently laughing.‌⁠⁠

“We⁠ have to burn​​ all these records‍‍⁠ right now. The​ soldiers not knowing‌⁠⁠ is one thing,⁠​ but if Sir​ Glenn sees this…”⁠​⁠

At‌⁠​ that moment, Lucian‌⁠ snapped back to​ reality.

Asagrim‍​ was something the⁠‍ Empire had held​‌ on to for‌⁠​ a thousand years—just‌​ in case.

What‌ would happen if⁠⁠ it were discovered‌‍ that Lucian had⁠‌‍ rightful claim to‍‌ a legacy?

‘Having​‍ only Asagrim taken​ away would be​ the best-case scenario.⁠ At worst, they‌‌ might use me​ as a living‍ key and strip‍⁠​ me of the​‌⁠ entire legacy.’

Even⁠‍⁠ if the legacies⁠ were designed to‍⁠ respond only to‍ the correct bloodline,⁠‍ that didn’t mean⁠‌‍ they couldn’t be‌⁠ lent or exploited‍​‍ by others.

After⁠‍​ all, the Emperor’s‌​‍ Red Wing Knights⁠‌‍ all used magical⁠ tools without exception.​

Lucian⁠‌​ might end up⁠‌ little more than​​ a scarecrow with⁠‍⁠ nominal rights, forced​ to “lend” the‍⁠ legacy indefinitely.

“You’re‌ right. Burn it‍‍​ all.”

“But⁠‍ these records belonged‌ to the lord…”‍

“It‍‌ doesn’t matter. There’s⁠ nothing truly useful‍ here. As long‌‍ as I have⁠ the key, the​⁠‍ ancestors won’t complain​ even if I burn everything.”

To‌⁠⁠ be honest, Lucian​​⁠ had no attachment​ to the diaries‌ of his forebears.​​​

Most⁠⁠ of them simply​‍ recounted the downfall‌​ of a declining⁠‍ house. Except for⁠⁠ his grandfather, they‌ all clung to​‌‌ a glory that⁠‍ would never return,​​ repeating laments and​​​ despair.

‘If​‌‌ even one of‍‌ them had written‌⁠​ what’s under the‌‌ throne or how​‌ to use it,⁠‌ I might’ve saved‍⁠​ a book or‌⁠ two—but that’s not‍⁠‍ the case.’

Fwoosh.​​

Lucian​‌‍ gathered all the⁠​ journals and set‍⁠ them ablaze with‍‍ a torch. The​ dry, fragile paper​ caught fire instantly⁠ and was soon‌‍ reduced to ashes.‍‍‍

As⁠ he watched over⁠ the disappearance of⁠ more than a thousand years of‌⁠‌ familial decay, Lucian’s⁠​‌ eyes gleamed.

With‍⁠ his grandfather’s inheritance​​‌ now resolved, only⁠⁠ one task remained.‌⁠

***‍​

“Invite‍‌ the northern lords‍‍ to Asagrim?”

“Yes.”​‍​

Glenn,‌ who had just‍ returned from inspecting‌ the towns to‍‍​ gauge public sentiment,​ blinked at Lucian’s‌⁠⁠ proposal.

They‌⁠ hadn’t even arrived​‍ at Asagrim yet,‍‍‍ and he was‌‍⁠ already talking about⁠⁠‍ invitations.

“Your‍‌ Highness, pardon the‌ question, but where‍ do you intend⁠⁠‍ to get the​ funds for something‌‍​ like that?”

“I’d‍⁠ like to request‌​ support from the​​ Emperor.”

“…”‌‍‍

Glenn‍ looked at Lucian,⁠ incredulous.

Invite⁠ others and ask⁠​ the Emperor—who isn’t‌‌ even the host—to‌‌​ pay?

But‌‌‍ Lucian continued, unfazed.‍⁠⁠

“If‌ possible, I would‍⁠ also like elite‍ troops and knights​ to be lent.‌‌⁠ I’m not asking‌ for them to‌​ be given to‍⁠⁠ me, just loaned​ for a few⁠ months. As a border marquis, I need at least​⁠ an army to‍⁠ enforce authority. After​​ the investiture ceremony,‍‍‌ I’ll also need‌⁠ time to consolidate‍ my position.”

“Your​‍‍ Highness, that’s asking‍‍ too much. His‍ Majesty has already⁠‌‌ provided considerable support…”​​‍

“At⁠⁠ that event, I’ll‌ officially announce my‌⁠​ support for the⁠ First Prince.”

“…!”‌‌‌

At‍⁠ Lucian’s bold declaration,​⁠​ Glenn froze completely.‌

It​‍‌ was true that‍⁠ all the imperial⁠ support had been⁠‍ aimed at securing‌‍ backing for the​ First Prince.

But‍‌⁠ Lucian still had​​ to face the‌​ Calix family, and⁠‌‍ taking on such‍ a major political‌ burden right now‍​​ was dangerous.

The​‍‍ idea had been​‌​ to wait until‍ he was firmly​‌ established in the‌​ north—yet here he​ was, announcing public‍ support from the⁠​ start.

“Are‍​‌ you aware of​‌ what you’re saying?”‌‌‍

“Of‍‌ course.”

Lucian⁠ smiled broadly at‌ Glenn’s confusion.

“This‍⁠‍ will be the‍ first time I openly speak on‍ the matter of‌​ the throne, which​⁠ until now has​⁠ been nearly taboo.⁠ All the Empire’s⁠‍​ attention will fall​‍​ on me. In‍⁠ the worst case,‌​​ it could even‌​ affect the competition‍ for the next‍​‍ head of House‍ Valdeck. I may‌‍ earn enemies within‌ the palace without‍​ even realizing it.”​‌‌

“And‌‍ even knowing that,‍‌​ you insist?”

“Isn’t​​ that exactly what‌‌ the imperial family​ wants? That the‌ heir of Grimaldi⁠‍‍ and lord of‍ Asagrim declares his‍ support for the‌​ First Prince. The​⁠⁠ north, which has⁠​​ always been indifferent⁠⁠‌ to the succession,⁠‌​ will naturally lean‍⁠​ in my direction.”‌‍‍

“Well…”‍‍

Glenn‌‌‍ couldn’t argue. Even⁠ though they had‍‍‍ said Lucian could⁠‍ give his support‌ later, this kind​​⁠ of early declaration⁠‌ was far more‌ valuable.

A public endorsement was⁠‍ not easily undone,⁠‌​ and it showed​ there was already​‌ a power base.‌‍

Especially‍ when the most​ influential figure in​⁠ the north clearly⁠ expressed support.

‘…It’s‌‌‍ a compelling proposal.​ I should accept‍‍ it and report​‌‍ it immediately. But…​ why do I feel so uneasy?’‌‌⁠

Lucian‌ was someone who‍⁠ had risked his‍​​ life for the⁠‍ Emperor and to​‌ protect the First‌‍ Prince. Glenn respected​‍‍ him both personally​ and for his​⁠‍ talent.

But⁠‌‍ he also had​‍​ ambition, and he​​ wasn’t a blind⁠ loyalist willing to​ die without gaining⁠⁠⁠ something in return.‍‌

‘The‍​ problem is I can’t see what⁠ he gains from‍ this. For Lucian,⁠‍‌ it seems like‍‌ all loss—and the‍​ Empire is the‌‌‍ only one benefiting.’‌‌​

Seeing‌⁠​ Glenn hesitate, Lucian​‌​ smiled calmly.

“Sir‍‌ Glenn, you seem​‌‍ to have a lot on your‌ mind. For now,‍ just report to⁠⁠ His Majesty. In‍‍ the end, it’s‌‍⁠ his decision. If‌​​ he doesn’t approve,⁠‌⁠ I won’t insist.”‌​​

“…Understood.”⁠

Glenn​‍​ nodded gravely. As⁠⁠​ a knight at‌‌ heart, he wasn’t​​ skilled at reading‍‌​ hidden intentions.

Rather‍​‍ than draw the‌⁠⁠ wrong conclusion, it‌ was best to‌ report to the‌ Emperor and let‌⁠ him decide.

“Wait‍ a day. I’ll​ go report to‌ His Majesty right​ away.”

***⁠‍

Glenn​‌ returned to his​‌ room, placed the‍ red stone at​‌ the center, and‌ arranged several soundproofing​⁠‌ magic artifacts around‌ it.

When⁠​⁠ all the preparations⁠​ were complete and‍ he began to​‌‌ operate the red⁠‌⁠ stone, it began‍​⁠ to glow with⁠‍⁠ a faint tremor.⁠⁠⁠

After​⁠ several minutes, a figure appeared from​‍‍ the stone, floating​ in the air​⁠ along with a beam of light.‌‌

— Sir Glenn? What​ is it?

Upon​​ hearing the voice⁠‌ from the red‍ stone, Glenn immediately​​ dropped to one​ knee and adopted‌⁠​ the posture of⁠ a knight.

“Your‍ Imperial Majesty…”

— Enough. I’m in‌​​ the middle of⁠‍ urgent affairs, so‌‌​ skip the formalities⁠‍ and get to⁠​ the point. Has​⁠‌ something strange happened​ in the north?​

“No,‍ sire. Count Lucian⁠‍​ has made a proposal. To be​⁠ precise, it’s a proposal directed to⁠​​ Your Majesty.”

— A proposal? After⁠‌‍ giving him the‌​ Grimaldi duchy, the‌​‍ border marquisate, and​‍ Asagrim, that still​⁠​ isn’t enough?

The​⁠‍ once calm voice⁠‍ now carried a trace of anger.‌​‍ He may not⁠ have expected sincere⁠ gratitude for something​​ given unilaterally, but​ at least some⁠ moral debt.

Before​ the misunderstanding could‍ deepen, Glenn quickly​​⁠ added.

“It’s⁠ not like that.⁠⁠ Duke Lucian merely‌ wishes for Your⁠‌ Majesty to provide‌⁠​ a little support​ in unifying the​⁠‌ north.”

— What do you⁠ mean?

“He‍⁠ told me the​ following…”

Glenn​⁠ conveyed Lucian’s proposal‌‍ his intent to‍⁠ invite the northern‍‌ lords to a banquet, request troops​‍ to display authority,​ and publicly declare‌‍ his support for‌‍ the First Prince⁠‍‍ at that very⁠‌ event.

“…So,​ unable to decide⁠ on my own,⁠​ I dared to​‍‌ contact you to‌⁠‍ seek your judgment.‌‍ I humbly ask‌​⁠ for your wisdom.”​‌​

— Hahahahaha!

At​ the burst of⁠​ laughter from the​ red stone, Glenn‌‌ flinched.

The​‍ previous anger vanished​ without a trace,‍‍‌ replaced by obvious‌‍⁠ amusement.

— Excellent! Tell him‍‌ I accept. Ask⁠⁠‍ how many troops​​‍ he needs. If‌ he wishes, I can even send‌⁠ part of the​‌‌ imperial knight order.‌

“Y-Your‍ Majesty? Is that⁠​ really all right?”‍​

— And why wouldn’t‍ it be? He’s⁠‍ proposed something I myself once considered—and⁠ then discarded.

“Huh?”‍‍

Seeing‌‌⁠ Glenn’s confusion, the‌ emperor continued, his‌​ voice laced with​ laughter.

— Even though I personally granted Asagrim‌​​ to him, the⁠‍‍ unstable elements, including‍⁠‌ Count Calix, won’t‌‍ submit so easily⁠ now. He needs​‍​ an army to‍​ crush those who⁠​​ oppose him. But‍⁠ armies don’t grow‍​‍ from the ground​​ or fall from‍‌ the sky. Building‍⁠‌ one from scratch‍ takes too long,‍​⁠ so borrowing is⁠⁠ the only option.⁠

— The Valdeck duchy​⁠​ is out of‌‍‌ the question. Since‌⁠‍ it’s an issue‌ involving the maternal​​ family of their‌ third son, they’ll‌⁠‍ treat it like⁠‍ someone else’s problem.‍ Who would easily‍​⁠ hand over valuable⁠⁠‌ troops for something‍‌⁠ like that?

“Then⁠ the remaining options‌​‍ are…”

— Either rely on‌ me or on‌‌‌ the lords who⁠ support him. He​‌‌ could rely on⁠‌​ both, but then‌‍‍ the debt would‌‍ become massive. And⁠‍ the problem is,‍‌​ he already owes‌​⁠ me plenty.

As⁠‍ emperor, he’d assumed‍​ Lucian would never​‍​ ask for troops.‍‍​ After receiving a duchy, a marquis​⁠‍ title, and Asagrim,‍ requesting an army​ would only add​ to his ever-growing‍⁠⁠ debt.

However,‌‌‌ not only did‌‌‌ Lucian ask directly⁠ for troops, he‌‍​ also declared he’d‌‍ publicly support the‍‍ First Prince immediately.​‍⁠

— To be honest,‍‍⁠ I was a little worried. I thought perhaps he’d‌ see the land‍‌⁠ I gave him​‌ as an unwanted⁠‌‌ burden. But if‍​​ he’s asking for⁠‌ troops to protect​‌ it, then he⁠ won’t be able‍⁠‌ to go back⁠‌ on his word.⁠​

“I-I⁠ see…”

— Thanks to that,⁠‍⁠ one of my‍ concerns has vanished.​‌ Though we’re currently‌‌⁠ suppressing the Krephelt‌⁠ rebellion, imperial power‍ remains strong. We⁠‌⁠ still have room‌⁠‍ to support him,⁠⁠‌ so there’s nothing​⁠ to worry about.‍​ Discuss the details‍ with him and‍​​ contact me again.‌

The⁠‍ Emperor’s reassuring voice‌ reached Glenn, who‍ still looked dazed.‌‍⁠

Soon⁠​⁠ after, the red⁠ stone dimmed, and​ the figure disappeared.‌ Glenn stood up,⁠⁠‍ but despite having⁠ heard everything, his⁠‍‌ expression remained tense.‌‌

The‌ words of a wise emperor couldn’t‍ be wrong. Still,‍‌ Glenn held onto​‍‌ an unease he⁠‌ couldn’t express aloud.‍‌​

‘Your⁠ Majesty Duke Lucian​ probably already understands‍⁠​ all of that.⁠‌ And even so,‌ he asked for⁠ your support. Could‍ it be that,​​ rather than worrying​ about the size‌ of the debt,‌‌ he’s planning to‌​ quickly eliminate his⁠‍ enemies and gain⁠‍‌ time to grow?’​⁠​

The‌‍⁠ emperor might have​⁠ replied that even​⁠‍ a land with⁠ great potential needs⁠ vast amounts of‍​⁠ time to develop,‍‌‌ and that before‌‌⁠ his power could‍​⁠ threaten the Empire,‌ they would collect‌ their debt.

‘But​⁠ if Duke Lucian‍‌ has the confidence​‌‌ to grow fast‍⁠ enough to borrow‌ troops now… If,‍​‌ when the Empire⁠⁠ comes to collect,​⁠⁠ they must ask⁠‍ as a favor‌​ rather than demand‍‌ as a right…’⁠‌⁠

There,‍⁠⁠ Glenn stopped his‌⁠‍ thoughts and shook‍⁠⁠ his head to‍‍ clear them. If‌‍⁠ he kept imagining​ worst-case scenarios one‍ after another, he’d​‍ never stop.

And‍ raising a warning​‌⁠ to the Emperor‍ based solely on‍⁠‌ vague feelings had⁠​​ no grounds.

‘Yes,​ surely these are‍‍ just pointless thoughts.⁠‌​ Unless he had‍​​ an ancestral inheritance‍ as grand as‌​‍ the Empire’s… how‌ could he grow⁠‍‌ his territory so‍ quickly?’

After‍ putting away the‌‌ red stone and​⁠ collecting the soundproofing​​​ artifacts, Glenn headed⁠​ toward Lucian.

Now​ that the Emperor⁠‍​ had accepted the‍‍ proposal, the rest‌ of the arrangements⁠‌‌ were in his‌‍⁠ hands.

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