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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 87

Chapter 87

“Haha,‍⁠‌ who would’ve thought⁠​ everything would go​⁠⁠ so well.”

The‌‍ emperor of the‌ Empire, Karl, let‌⁠ out a low‍⁠ chuckle inside the‌‌ command tent. In⁠‍‍ the palm of⁠ his hand rolled‍‌‍ the red stone⁠ with which, just‌‍ moments earlier, he​‌ had been communicating‍‌‍ with Glenn.

“Either‍‍ way, this takes‍‌‌ a load off‍ my shoulders. I was worried about‍‍ how to leash‍⁠ him, with how​‍ cautious he is.”‍​⁠

The‌ emperor had Lucian​ very much on‍‍‌ his mind.

Not‌‍ only did he​⁠‍ possess a mind‍‍ and sharpness unbefitting‌ his age, but‍​⁠ also a capability​​ worthy of being​ called a hero⁠‌⁠ in the future.‍‍

If‍‍ educated properly, he⁠​​ could become one‍ of the Empire’s‍ pillars—someone who would⁠⁠‌ help the First‍​‍ Prince bring peace‍‍ to a turbulent​‌ era.

The‍‍ only concern was‌‍⁠ the ambition that⁠‍ matched that talent.‌​‍

‘As‍‌ long as the​‌ Empire stands, he‍‍‌ will be loyal.​​ But if the⁠‍‌ Empire falls, he​​⁠ won’t be someone​​ who sacrifices himself‍​ to lift it‌ back up.’

He⁠ wouldn’t pursue his‍ ambition by turning‌‌‍ traitor, but the⁠ moment his reservations‌‌​ disappeared, he would‌‌‌ rise without hesitation.‌‍​

In​​⁠ the emperor’s eyes,‌ Lucian was exactly‍‍ that kind of‍⁠‌ person.

That‌‍ was precisely why⁠ he couldn’t leave​ him as just⁠‍‍ an observer. With‍​‍ that level of​‌ talent, the moment‌ the restraints came⁠ off, it would‍​ be impossible to​‍ predict how far‌​⁠ he could rise.‍

The‌‌ biggest problem was​‍ his lineage.

‘Valdeck—one‍‍ of the few‌‌ houses besides the​​​ imperial family with‌‌​ succession rights to‍⁠ the throne.’

The‌⁠​ emperor held not‍ the slightest suspicion‍‍ that a loyalist⁠‍‍ like Grand Duke⁠ Sigmund harbored any⁠⁠ ambition for the​​ throne.

But‍​ what if, in⁠‍ a scenario where⁠​​ the ruler of⁠⁠ the Empire disappeared,‌​ someone like Lucian​ claimed his right​ to succession?

Many​‍‌ nobles would undoubtedly‍‌ oppose it, but⁠ in a chaotic⁠‌‌ era, the imperial‌​ family could potentially‍ be replaced by‍⁠⁠ another bloodline relatively‌‍‌ peacefully.

It‌‍‌ was a future‍ that must never​⁠ happen, but even‌‍‍ imagining it sent‌ chills down his‌⁠ spine.

“But‍‌ now I no‍ longer need to‌ worry about that.”​

Although‍‍‌ he had ceded‍ the throne of​‍‍ the north, that‍ had distanced Lucian‌ from Valdeck.

As⁠‌⁠ he consolidated his‌ base in the⁠​ north, he wouldn’t⁠ have room to⁠⁠‍ deal with Valdeck,​‍ and would naturally​ fall out of​ the race to‌ become the next‍‌‍ head of the‌ house.

Naturally,⁠ the title of‍ grand duke would‌ fall to another⁠‍⁠ of Sigmund’s sons.​

For​⁠ the emperor, that‍​ was the best​‌‌ possible outcome.

“Cough!”​​

The‌ emperor, stretching with​‌⁠ satisfaction, covered his‌​‌ mouth from a sudden coughing fit.‍‌

After​⁠ coughing silently for‍⁠ quite some time,​⁠⁠ the fit finally‍ subsided.

When‍ he moved his‍ hand away, his‍‌ palm was soaked⁠⁠‌ in bright red⁠‌ blood.

“This‌ damned illness won’t‌‍‌ even let me‌ enjoy a moment.”‍​

He​ thought perhaps it​‍‍ was a divine​⁠ warning not to‌‍‍ relax too much‌‍⁠ and ruin what‍‍ was to come,‍ but even so,‌ a bitter taste⁠​ lingered.

Sighing,‌ the emperor stood‌‍⁠ and began rearranging​‌‍ his plans.

‘The⁠‌ possibility of the⁠ north and Valdeck⁠ forming an alliance​ has vanished. The⁠​‌ north, once distant⁠​ from the imperial​​ family, has become‍‍ an ally, and‍‌ I’ve also placed‌‍‌ an enormous debt‌ on the man​​ who will become​‌ the supreme lord‌ of the north.‍ I’ve bound Bernhardt⁠​ hand and foot—so‌ all that remains​‍‌ is Sigmund.’

Thinking⁠ of Sigmund, the​‍ emperor felt a sharp headache.

He‌‍‍ was the friend‍ he trusted the‍‍ most, but precisely⁠​⁠ because of that⁠ closeness, there were‌⁠⁠ things he least​ wanted to reveal.‍⁠‍

However,​‌ if he kept​ hiding the secrets‍​‌ of the imperial‌ family, Sigmund would​⁠ never support the‌⁠ First Prince.

“Is‍⁠​ there a chief‌ steward outside?”

“Yes,‍‌‍ Your Majesty.”

“Summon​ Grand Duke Sigmund.​‌ I have something​​‍ important to tell⁠‌‍ him.”

Having⁠ made his decision,​ the emperor gave⁠​‍ the order to⁠⁠ the steward waiting​‌‍ outside the tent.​‍‌

He​‍​ wasn’t at all‌‌ concerned about failing⁠‍ to suppress the​ Krephelt rebellion, but⁠⁠⁠ even so, war⁠ was war. Just​ in case, it⁠‍ was better to‍‌⁠ inform him before⁠‌‍ things began.

Shh—‌

“Hmm?”​‌

After‌⁠⁠ dismissing the steward,‍‍​ the emperor lifted‌ his head upon​⁠ hearing a sound—like​ a thin blade‌ slicing through the⁠‌‍ air.

He‍​ thought someone had‍​ entered the tent,​​ but there was‌ no one around.‍

Convinced⁠ he had been‌‍‌ overly sensitive, the⁠ emperor let out‍‌⁠ a quiet chuckle‌‍‍ and leaned back.‍‌

Unaware⁠‌ that, of the‍⁠ two pairs of‌‍ eyes hiding beneath⁠ his shadow, one⁠‍‌ had vanished.

***​

Once​⁠ the emperor’s approval‍⁠⁠ arrived, everything progressed‍ at lightning speed.‌⁠ Without hesitation, Lucian‍‍ began laying out‌ his demands to⁠‍‌ Glenn, who had‌‍ come to see‍‍​ him.

“I‌ need at least‌​‍ a thousand elite⁠ soldiers and an​⁠⁠ order of imperial​‍‌ knights. A term‍ of about two⁠​ years would be⁠⁠‍ ideal.”

“That’s‍⁠ the minimum? Then‍⁠​ what’s the maximum​ you have in⁠⁠ mind?”

“If‌​ possible, I’d like⁠ support from more​‌‍ than five thousand‌ elite troops and‍‌ two knight orders.”‍⁠‍

“And⁠ the monthly salaries​‌‍ and supplies to​⁠ pay them…?”

“Naturally,‌ the Empire should‍ cover that. At​‌ least until I can collect taxes.‌​‌ Right now, I’m⁠​ completely bankrupt.”

Lucian’s‌‍​ blatantly confident attitude‍​‌ left Glenn speechless.⁠

He‌‍ couldn’t understand how‌​‍ Lucian could seem‌​⁠ so assured while‌‍ requesting such a staggering number of‌⁠‌ troops.

“Your‌‍ Highness, forgive my‍​ boldness, but may⁠‍‌ I offer you‌‍​ some advice not‍​ as an imperial‍​‍ inspector, but as‍‍ a comrade?”

“If‌ it’s advice from‌​​ a comrade, it’s​ always welcome. Go⁠⁠ ahead.”

Having⁠‍ received permission, Glenn‌‍ bowed slightly and⁠⁠‌ spoke frankly.

“I‌ can pass your‌⁠​ request to His‌‌⁠ Majesty. But are⁠⁠ you truly sure‌​ this is the⁠ right course?”

“What‍‌‍ do you mean?”⁠‌‍

“Maintaining⁠ an army costs‌​​ a fortune. And‍‍⁠ when we’re talking⁠​‍ about elite troops​ and knight orders,​​​ the expense multiplies‌‍‍ several times over.‌​ I’m no financial​‌​ expert, but with‌‌⁠ the forces you’re‍⁠⁠ requesting, the cost‍ would be roughly​ this.”

Glenn‌ grabbed a discarded​⁠⁠ document from the⁠ table and scribbled⁠⁠ an approximate figure‍‌ in the corner.⁠

Even​‍‍ calculating only the⁠​ bare minimum, without⁠⁠​ additional expenses, the⁠‌⁠ sum was astronomical.‌​

“Of‍​ course, the Empire’s⁠‌ financial power is⁠‌⁠ virtually limitless, and⁠​​ His Majesty might‍​‍ grant you everything‍⁠ you ask. But‍⁠‍ that doesn’t mean‌‍⁠ the cost disappears.⁠‍ What I mean‍ is…”

“That​⁠ I have the​‍ ability to repay​⁠‍ the debt? After​ all, by borrowing‍​‍ troops, this would‌ become a debt⁠⁠​ to His Majesty.”‍​

“If​‌‍ I’ve offended Your​​⁠ Highness, I can‌⁠‌ only apologize.”

Even​​ as he said​​ that, Glenn showed‌ no intention of⁠‌‌ backing down. This‍ time, he wanted​​​ to confirm directly‍⁠‍ what lay behind‌​​ Lucian’s confidence.

‘His‌ Majesty was pleased‍‍ about burdening him⁠‌ with debt, but​​ that only makes⁠ sense if Lucian​⁠ can repay it.⁠⁠ Not only for⁠⁠⁠ the emperor’s sake,​‌ but for Lucian’s​ own, we must‌‌ prevent him from‍‍ becoming overburdened.’

This‍⁠ wasn’t a debt​‌⁠ between commoners, but‌‌‍ between the emperor‌​ and a noble‌‍‌ destined to become‍ a grand lord.‍

If⁠‍ the debt grew​ to an unpayable​​⁠ amount, no one‌​ could predict how‌‌⁠ the other party​ would react.

For⁠ Lucian’s honor, Glenn​⁠​ felt it was‍‌ necessary to set‍ a reasonable limit.⁠

“It’s​ a valid concern.‌‍⁠ But I’m not‍​‍ doing this lightly.”⁠‍⁠

Lucian‍‌‍ smiled confidently, as‌ if dismissing Glenn’s‌ doubts.

“I‍‍ have no intention‌​‍ of abusing His‍​ Majesty’s support and​ then shirking responsibility,​ nor am I acting unaware of⁠ what this sum⁠ entails. I have‍​​ a plan to‍‍‌ repay the debt.‍ That’s why I’m‍ only asking for‌​⁠ what I can​‌ handle.”

“I-Is‌​‌ that true?”

“Of‍⁠​ course. Though I understand that the​ words of an‍‍⁠ inexperienced young man‌ like me may‍ not be very⁠⁠‌ convincing to you,⁠⁠ Sir Glenn.”

“No,​ I didn’t mean‌‍ it like that…”‍

“I’m‌‍‍ not upset. I only regret not‌​​ being able to​​​ earn your trust.​ You were sincerely‌‍ worried for me,⁠ that’s all.”

At⁠ Lucian’s bitter smile,⁠‍‌ Glenn found himself‌⁠‍ unable to respond.⁠‌⁠ Everything sounded so​‍‍ natural that he‍​ began to believe‍‌ there really was⁠ something more behind‌‌ it.

‘After​⁠ all, what kind‍⁠ of person is‍‍ Lucian? Even when​ he fell into‍​⁠ disgrace with the‍‍​ First Prince, he‍​ endured the shame⁠‌​ of disobedience to​​‍ save him.’

A hero like that⁠‌ wouldn’t go around‌ piling up debt⁠⁠ thoughtlessly.

Glenn‌⁠ began to feel​ ashamed for having​​‍ doubted him.

“I’ve‍⁠ spoken out of‌‍‍ turn, not understanding​ Your Highness’s true‌‍⁠ intentions. I beg‌ your forgiveness.”

“Don’t​ worry about it.⁠⁠‌ Raise your head.”‍‌‌

Lucian​​ smiled gently to‍‍ put him at‍ ease. He hadn’t‌ lied about anything​‌​ he said. As⁠ long as the​ Empire didn’t disappear,‍‌ he did plan‍‌‌ to repay the‌ debt someday.

‘But‍ if the emperor​ can’t firmly demand‌ repayment when the⁠ time comes, then​‍ that debt will‌‌‍ be meaningless.’

A creditor’s power is‍​⁠ only real when⁠ they can wield⁠⁠​ the debt as‍‌⁠ a weapon. If‍​ the debtor becomes⁠‌‌ indispensable at that‍ moment, all that⁠ remains is to‌⁠ ask—not demand.

And‍‍⁠ Lucian was confident‍ he could reach‌‍ the point where‍‌ the emperor would​ have to ask⁠‍‌ for help, regardless​ of the debt.​​

‘An​ era of chaos​⁠‍ is coming. Soon,‌​ every noble truly​⁠‍ loyal to the​⁠ Empire will be‌​ indispensable. In that​​ context, can the⁠​‌ Empire afford to⁠ treat harshly a great noble armed⁠‍ with the legacy⁠‍​ of an ancient‍‍ royal house and‌​​ crowned as the⁠‌ supreme lord of‌ the north?’

He​‍‍ didn’t need power‌‌ on the Empire’s⁠‌ level. Just reaching‌‍⁠ the strength of⁠‌ the Order of⁠ the Red Wings‍⁠ would be enough⁠‍ to keep the​‍ Empire from taking‍⁠‍ him lightly.

***​

Finally,‍‌​ the military support⁠‍ granted by the‌⁠ emperor was set‍‌ at two thousand‌​‌ elite soldiers and‌ the Order of⁠‌‌ the Blue Rose.⁠​‌

It​⁠‍ wasn’t an insufficient‌​ force, but it‌‌ was somewhat ambiguous—hardly‍‌ enough to pacify‍​ the region in⁠ one decisive strike.‍

Upon​ seeing the figure,‍ Lucian sensed the‌‍ emperor’s intentions.

‘If‌ you want more⁠‌​ troops, ask again.’⁠⁠‌

If‌⁠‍ even after granting​‌ him a not‍​‍ insignificant force, he‍ asked for more,⁠ that would demonstrate‍⁠‌ a desperate need.​⁠​ It would be‌​ a way to⁠‌‍ tighten the leash⁠‍ further and test⁠​‍ his true intentions.​‌⁠

But⁠ Lucian didn’t feel⁠ it was necessary.‌​

‘The​​ more troops, the‌​ better, of course.‌⁠ But it’s not⁠‌ so little that⁠‍‌ I have to⁠‌ beg for more‍​⁠ now. It’s enough‍ to buy time​ and strengthen my‌‍‍ own army.’

He‌⁠⁠ also didn’t want‌​ to give the‌ emperor a false‌‌⁠ sense of superiority.⁠ If he thought‍ he had the⁠ upper hand, he​‌⁠ might start making‍​ excessive demands before⁠‍ Lucian was prepared.⁠‍‍

The⁠⁠‌ five thousand had​‍‌ only been an‌⁠ opening gamble. It​‌ was enough to​⁠‌ give the impression‍ that this amount‍ wasn’t a burden.​

“The‍ troops will be‌‍‍ sent all at⁠ once using magical​⁠‍ artifacts. However, Your​‍​ Highness must first⁠ prepare a place​‌ where they can​‌ be stationed.”

“Then‍​ I should contact‌‌ you once I arrive in Asagrim.‍⁠ Understood.”

Lucian‍ accepted the proposal‌‌‌ without objection and​‌​ departed for Asagrim​ with his entourage.⁠ The Grimaldi mansion‌ was temporarily left​‍​ in the care​‌ of others hired⁠⁠ for its maintenance,‌‌ more out of⁠​ consideration for his‌ maternal grandfather than‌‍​ any real usefulness.‍‍⁠

‘With‍‌ Asagrim, its symbolic‌‍​ value has almost​‍ vanished, but abandoning‌ it completely would​‍⁠ draw too much‍ attention.’

Lucian⁠ cast one last‌‍‌ glance at the⁠‍⁠ mansion, which faded‍ into the horizon,⁠‌ and asked Glenn.‍

“By‍⁠‌ the way, how‍‍ is Asagrim currently‌ managed? I’ve heard⁠⁠​ that even though‍ it has no‌‌​ lord, travelers can‌​ still enter.”

“I⁠‌ haven’t visited Asagrim‍‍ even once, so‍ it’s hard for‌ me to say…”⁠​⁠

“I‌ know a little.‍‌‍ I’ve been there‍ once.”

Seeing‌ Glenn’s uncomfortable expression,⁠ Raymond stepped in.‍​ Apparently, during his‍ travels through the⁠​ north, he had‌ also passed through​ Asagrim.

“There’s​ no resident population,​‌ but the flow​‍​ of people is‍‌ huge. Some travelers⁠ even set up‍​ camps nearby and‍‍ stay there for‍ several months.”

“In⁠⁠‍ this cold climate?⁠​ Why?”

“Because⁠‌ Asagrim is considered​ the sacred land‌‍ of the north.‌‌​ During the unification​⁠⁠ war, it surrendered⁠ without a fight,⁠‍⁠ so everything remained⁠ intact and the‌‌​ ancient legacies are‌ preserved as they‍⁠⁠ were.”

“That’s‍ some impressive devotion,‌‍⁠ even for a sacred land.”

“To​​‍ be honest, I understand it. The​ White Palace of‌‍ Asagrim has nothing⁠​ to envy the⁠‍‌ imperial palace. You​​ can look at⁠‌ it again and‌ again without getting‍ tired of it.‍ Maybe it doesn’t⁠​⁠ match it in‍‍‌ size or grandeur,‌‌ but in beauty,‌‍⁠ it even surpasses​‌ it…”

“Ahem!⁠‌⁠ Ahem!”

Glenn‍⁠‌ cleared his throat‌‍ loudly to interrupt‌​‍ Raymond.

Saying​​ that another noble’s⁠​ residence surpassed the⁠‍​ imperial palace, even​‌ if true, could‌‍ be considered disrespectful.‍

Thus,‌⁠ the entourage continued‍‍⁠ their journey in​ silence, avoiding the⁠ topic of Asagrim.​⁠​

Days⁠⁠ later, when the​​⁠ silhouette of their⁠‌ destination appeared on⁠‌ the horizon—

‘Is‌‍​ it the same‍ as Tibron, the‍‌⁠ capital of the⁠‌ Empire?’

Lucian​‌ opened his eyes​​‍ in surprise upon​ seein.

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