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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 88

Chapter 88

It‌​‌ wasn’t just Lucian⁠‍‍ who was surprised.​

The​ rest of the‌‌​ group was also‍ stunned, their eyes⁠‍ scanning the walls⁠‌ in silence. Among‌ them, the one‌‌ most shaken was​​ Glenn.

“Th-this…!”‍‍

Glenn​‌ trembled, unable to⁠​ continue.

One⁠‌ of the reasons‍‌ Tibron was called⁠ the jewel of​‍ the Empire was‌‌ precisely its white​ wall.

An⁠ absolute defense, as​⁠ if it could​‍‌ stop all the‍⁠ armies of the​​ world.

To‍‌‍ that was added‌‌‌ a beauty and⁠⁠‌ artistic sense capable⁠‌​ of intoxicating anyone‌⁠‍ who gazed at​ it.

The⁠‌‍ moment someone saw‌⁠​ the white wall,‌⁠ they would shower​‍ it with praise,‌ calling it a supreme and unrepeatable‌‍​ fortification.

‘Why⁠‍‌ does a wall​‍ identical to the‍⁠ white wall exist​ here?’

While​⁠ everyone remained frozen,‍‌‌ Lucian was the​​‌ first to regain‌‍ composure.

“Raymond.”⁠​

“Yes,​‍ my lord.”

“I⁠⁠​ ask just in‍ case, but was​‌⁠ there ever a trend in ancient‍⁠‍ times for a style like the⁠ white wall?”

“Probably‌⁠ not. If there‍​‍ had been, there‌‍‌ would be many⁠ ruins with similar​​‍ structures.”

However,⁠ until now, only‌‍‌ Tibron and Asagrim​⁠​ had walls of⁠‍⁠ that style.

In‌⁠ other words, even​ in ancient times,‌ building such a wall was no‌‌ easy feat.

That‍ naturally led to​ a single conclusion​ someone built the​ white wall first,‌⁠ and someone else⁠ later imitated it.‌​​

“When‍‌ were Tibron’s walls⁠⁠‌ built?”

“Right⁠ after the unification‍⁠ of the continent​‍‍ was completed.”

“And‌ Asagrim?”

“That‌‍ would be after‌‌‌ the founding of⁠‍ the northern dynasty,‌ so chronologically…”

“Ahem!⁠​ Aheeem!”

Glenn​ blatantly interrupted Raymond’s‌‍⁠ words with a loud cough.

At‍‍ such an obvious‍ signal, everyone fell⁠ silent, but by‍⁠ now, there was⁠‌ no one who​ couldn’t guess what‍​ came next.

‘Then⁠​‍ it was Grimaldi‌‍‍ who built the​​‌ white wall first.‌‌ The Empire’s white‍‍ wall was an‌⁠‍ imitation of the⁠ north.’

“Let’s‌‌ move on! We’ve‍‌​ finally reached the​⁠⁠ end of this‍‌ long journey!”

As​​ if to stop​ everyone’s thoughts from⁠ going any further,​​ Glenn shouted.

His⁠⁠ voice was so⁠​‌ loud it was⁠‍ hard to believe‌​ he had been⁠‌ silent until now.​⁠‍

As‌‌‍ the group nodded‍ quietly and moved‌⁠​ toward the gates⁠‌‌ of Asagrim, something​‍ happened.

“What’s‌‍​ the meaning of‌ this!? The sun⁠ is still high‍⁠ and they’re saying​ no more pilgrims​ are allowed in!”‍⁠

“And‍‌​ just a moment‌‌ ago they only​⁠ let in ten⁠⁠ people! This is⁠ abuse!”

Around‌ the gate, a crowd of northerners⁠‍‌ shouted in fury.​‌

The​​ clamor grew to‌ deafening levels, and⁠ from inside the‌ wall came a roar.

“Silence!‌‍ Abuse!? Asagrim is⁠​​ a territory directly‍​ governed by the⁠‍⁠ Emperor! You should‌‍ be grateful His⁠⁠ Majesty allows pilgrimages,‌ and you dare⁠‌⁠ speak of abuse!?‌ Do you even​⁠ know where you​ are saying such‌​​ things!?”

“Ugh!”⁠

The‌ shout, loud enough⁠ to make ears‌‌ ring, carried a faint magical charge.​⁠⁠

The​ civilians, unable to⁠‌‍ reinforce their bodies⁠ with mana, staggered‌‍ and fell to‌ their knees.

Only‍​‌ a few sword​ practitioners able to‌​​ strengthen their bodies‍⁠ with mana remained⁠‍ standing.

At⁠‌‍ such a strange‌​‌ technique, Lucian and⁠‍ the others’ eyes‌‌ gleamed with curiosity.‌‌

“Can⁠ anyone here do⁠‌ that?”

“Not⁠ me. From what‍‍⁠ I can tell,‍⁠⁠ he didn’t just‌​ reinforce his voice,‌ he dispersed it​ like a wave‌​⁠ in all directions…”⁠

“That’s​⁠⁠ not a technique​ you pick up⁠ in a year​‌‍ or two. To‌​ use it that⁠​​ naturally, he must’ve⁠⁠ perfected it through‌​ sheer desperation.”

“I‍‌⁠ think I could‌ do it. Would⁠‌ it be something‌​‍ like this?”

Felicia​‌ cleared her throat‌ and whistled softly.⁠ Instantly, a faint​‍⁠ magic charged the​‌ whistle and shook‌‍ the air around⁠​ them.

Though⁠⁠​ the scale was‌ smaller, if she⁠ turned it into‌​ a shout, she​ could likely reproduce‌‍‌ a similar effect.‌

“Good⁠‌ heavens! She copied​ it after seeing⁠⁠​ it once?”

“I‌⁠ learned a similar⁠‍​ technique from my‍ father. He didn’t⁠‍ use his voice,‌⁠ but the sound‌‍‍ of his blade⁠‍‍ scraping the ground.‍ With some adaptation,⁠ it’s not hard.”​

“Voice⁠‍ and sword have⁠‍ nothing to do​ with each other!⁠ That’s why geniuses‍ are…!”

While‍ the group chatted,‌⁠ Glenn stared at⁠⁠‌ Felicia, speechless. He⁠‌ already knew she‍‍‍ was the adopted​‍‍ daughter and disciple⁠‌‌ of the Swordmaster,‍‍ so he expected⁠ her to have‍​​ talent.

But‍​ he never imagined​​ she could instantly​‍​ replicate a secret​​ technique that only⁠ a few within‌​ the Nightingale Order​​​ could master.

‘Even‍​‍ if she’s older‌ than Duke Lucian,‌⁠ she’s still just‍⁠‌ a girl barely‌‌ in her early⁠‌⁠ teens… what the‌‌ hell…?’

He‍​ thought she was​⁠‌ a wild beast‌⁠ cub, but now⁠​⁠ she seemed capable‌​ of hunting full-grown‌ predators.

And⁠​ being so young,‌​ she still had⁠ room to grow.⁠‍‌ Imagining her future​​‍ sent a chill‌​ down Glenn’s spine.‍

Then,⁠⁠​ a new shout‍‍‌ rang out.

“Get⁠​ out! Anyone who​⁠ continues protesting from⁠‌ now on will‌ be treated as⁠⁠ attempting to invade​ a territory directly​‌‌ governed by His​ Majesty the Emperor—and​ as traitors!”

This‌ time it was​‌⁠ a pure shout,⁠‌⁠ without magic, but‌ remembering the previous​ impact, the crowd‍ shuddered.

In‍‍⁠ the silence, the⁠​‍ knight swept his‍​ icy gaze over‍​ the people as‍⁠ a warning, and​​ just as he‍​ turned to leave—‍‌

“…No.⁠ That can’t be.”⁠‌

A young man leapt‍⁠​ to his feet⁠​⁠ among the crowd⁠‍​ and shouted. He‌⁠​ wore worn clothes,‍‍ but from his‌‌‍ movements, he seemed‌ to be the‌ son of a noble family who‍ had received proper⁠‌‍ sword training.

Seeing⁠​‌ him blatantly ignore‍‍​ the warning, the​⁠ knight’s face twisted‍‍​ in fury.

“Are‌⁠‍ you trying to‍ commit treason?”

“Treason,‍‍ my ass! I’ve‍ never invaded the​ imperial palace or​‍‌ tried to assassinate‌ His Majesty! I haven’t even set​‍ foot in Tibron,‍‌⁠ the capital! What‍‌ the hell kind⁠‌​ of treason are⁠​ you talking about!?”⁠​

“Still‍ won’t shut up?!‌‍ How dare your‌ filthy mouth speak⁠​‍ of His Majesty…?!”‍‍

“Asagrim​ is the sacred​​ land of the​​⁠ north! A northerner‍‌ doesn’t need permission‌⁠ to step foot‍‌​ on northern land!‌ Or am I wrong?!”

The‌ young man looked​⁠​ to the crowd​ as if seeking​‌ support. Those crouched‍⁠ exchanged glances and,‍‌​ one by one,​ began to rise​ and shout with​ him.

“Exactly!‌‍​ Asagrim is, without​ a doubt, northern‍‍ land!”

“Since‌​ when does a northerner need credentials‍⁠ to visit the‍‍ sacred land of‌⁠ the north?!”

“We’re‌⁠‍ sick of everything⁠​ being called treason!”⁠​​

The‍‍​ atmosphere, which had​ begun to calm,⁠​‌ exploded with even‌ more intensity than​​ before.

Faced​​ with the dangerous⁠⁠ turn of events,​‌ Lucian, Glenn, and​‌‌ the others were⁠‌ stunned when the‍‌⁠ knight stepped forward.‍⁠‍

“Archers,‍ prepare for battle!‍ As soon as‍‍ those traitors move‌⁠‍ any closer, fire!”‍⁠‌

Creak.‌

“…!”‌

The​⁠⁠ arrows being drawn​​​ in unison from⁠ atop the wall​ made the pilgrims‌​‌ hold their breath.‍⁠

The⁠​ soldiers watched them⁠​ with killing intent‌​⁠ in their eyes,‌‌⁠ ready to fire‌​ at any moment.‍

The​​‌ knight commanding the‌ soldiers at the‌⁠ main gate didn’t‍‍⁠ hesitate to draw‍​‍ his sword either.​‍​

“I‌ swear by the⁠⁠‌ name of His​ Majesty the Emperor​ that anyone who‍ continues to defile‍​ the imperial family​​ from this moment‍‌ on will be​ executed.”

“….”‌​

“Leave.​⁠‌ This is the‌‍‍ final warning.”

The‌​ clamor that had⁠⁠‍ erupted from every‌⁠‌ direction faded, but‌​​ the pilgrims did​ not move.

No,⁠⁠ rather, beneath the‌ surface, the tension‌‌ was boiling even‌ more than before.‌‍

It​‌ was not a silence born of‌‍​ fear, but a silence in which⁠ injustice was being​ chewed with rising‍‌‌ rage.

All​‍‍ it would take​ was one misstep‍ for a massacre⁠‍‌ to erupt.

“That’s‍​ enough.”

The​‍⁠ one who broke​​‍ the silence and‌‍ stepped forward was‌ Lucian.

The⁠ knight guarding the‌⁠ gate frowned at⁠‍‌ the appearance of‍⁠ a stranger.

“Who⁠‍‍ are you?”

Lucian‍ let out a faint laugh at‍‍‌ the knight’s question.‍ Though his face‌⁠‍ was young, anyone‍ could tell from⁠⁠‌ his attire that⁠​⁠ he wasn’t from‍⁠‌ a common family—yet⁠⁠‍ the knight addressed​⁠ him without an​​ ounce of respect.​

“Open‍⁠ the gate.”

“What‍‍⁠ did you say?”​

“Open‌‌ the gate and‌‌ let these people‍⁠‌ in. I authorize​​‌ it.”

“You​ damned lunatic! Do‍​ you think this⁠⁠‍ land under the‌ direct jurisdiction of‌​‌ His Majesty the‍ Emperor belongs to⁠​‌ you?”

“It‌ does. At least‍ starting today.”

“You‌​‌ bastard!”

“Duke‌‌‍ Lucian! Stop!”

As‍‍ the knight reacted‌​⁠ by pointing his‍ sword at him​‍⁠ like he was​‌ having a nervous‌ breakdown, Glenn came⁠‍⁠ running from behind.‍⁠

He‌ had wanted to‍‍ intervene from the​‌ beginning, but Lucian⁠‌‍ had stopped him.‍⁠‍ However, the situation​‍‍ was only getting‍⁠ worse.

Lucian,⁠ on the other‌​ hand, smiled even‍​ wider upon seeing​ Glenn and nodded‌ his head.

“Sir‍⁠ Glenn, you’ve arrived⁠ just in time.‍‌⁠ Let’s hold the‍​ official investiture here.”⁠

“What​‍​ are you saying?​​​ We’re right in‍⁠⁠ front of the‌‍​ fortress gates!”

“It‍‍ doesn’t matter as⁠⁠ long as we’re‍​‌ on the assigned⁠ territory, right? I like this place,‍ so let’s do‍ it here.”

“Haah…⁠​ if you insist⁠ that much…”

“What‌‍‌ the hell are‌‌‍ you two talking​⁠ about? And who‍‌​ the hell are‌⁠ you?”

The⁠ furious knight pointed​‌​ his sword again.‍‍‌

Glenn’s⁠​ eyes lit up​​⁠ the moment the⁠‌⁠ blade was directed‍⁠​ at him.

“You​​ dare point your⁠‍ sword at whom?‌​⁠ I am Glenn‌⁠‌ Lehinard, member of‍ the Black Scale‍‌⁠ Knights and Imperial​ Inspector.”

“What…!?”‍​‌

“State​⁠‍ your name! Are​‌ you Lothier, captain‍⁠ of the Asagrim⁠ garrison? Or one⁠ of his subordinates?”‍‍

The⁠‌ knight—Lothier—turned pale and​‍‌ lowered his sword.‍ Upon closer look,⁠⁠ he could see‌⁠‍ the dragon emblem⁠‍ on Glenn’s left‍⁠‌ chest, the symbol⁠⁠ of the imperial⁠‌ inspector.

And​ he knew both⁠‌‌ his name and​⁠​ title.

There​​ was no doubt.‌⁠‍

“My​​​ sincerest apologies, Sir⁠⁠‌ Glenn! I beg​ you to forgive‌‌‌ my rudeness!”

“Responsibilities​ will be dealt‌​‌ with later, so⁠⁠ step aside immediately.⁠ Withdraw the archers‍​⁠ as well! Or​⁠‌ do you plan⁠ to silence me⁠‍​ right here?”

“N-no,​‍ of course not!⁠​ Archers, withdraw—now!”

At​⁠ Lothier’s shout, the⁠​‌ archers atop the‌ wall quickly lowered⁠ their bows and‍​ disappeared inside.

Glenn​ clicked his tongue‌​‍ briefly, dismounted from‌ his horse, and⁠‍ turned to Lucian.‍

“Duke‍ Lucian.”

“I’m⁠ ready.”

“Then,‍ let’s begin.”

Under​‍‍ everyone’s gaze, Glenn​ cleared his throat‍ and pulled an‍ imperial letter from​​⁠ his chest.

“Direct‌​⁠ Imperial Inspector Glenn​​ Lehinard conveys this⁠ decree on behalf​‍ of His Majesty⁠‍⁠ the Emperor. By​ this decree, Lucian‌​​ Grimaldi Valdeck is‌‍ appointed as Frontier‍ Marquis and granted‌​​ Asagrim as his‍‍‍ territory.”

“…!?”⁠‌

“This‌​‌ decree is proclaimed⁠ in the name‍‌​ of Karl von​ Bey Astria, sovereign​ of the Empire.⁠ Anyone who attempts‌⁠‍ to revoke it​‍ or refuses to​‍ acknowledge it will‌ be considered a traitor. Furthermore, he‌ is permitted to⁠‌​ retain the dukedom⁠⁠‌ in conjunction with​ this title…”

Glenn‌ continued reading the‍ letter, but most‍​⁠ people could no⁠​⁠ longer process what‍‌ they were hearing.‌‍‍

That⁠ a Grimaldi would⁠ be appointed as​‌​ Frontier Marquis was‌ already strange, but‍⁠‍ to be granted‌‍‍ Asagrim?

By​‌ the time they​ managed to react,​‌‌ the reading was⁠‌ already coming to​‍⁠ an end.

“…And⁠‍‌ he is granted‍‌ the White Palace‌⁠‍ as his residence.‍⁠⁠ This concludes the​⁠‌ decree.”

Lucian⁠‍ carefully received the​​ folded letter and⁠‌ stood up. Turning⁠⁠ his head, his‍⁠ gaze met that⁠​ of the young‍​‌ man who had​ been the first⁠ to stand up‍ earlier.

“Hey,⁠⁠ you.”

“Y-yes?”‌⁠

“Do​‍‍ you want to‌‍‍ enter Asagrim?”

“Uh…⁠ yes.”

The‌ young man nodded‌⁠​ awkwardly. He didn’t‌⁠ understand what was​‌‍ happening, but at​‍⁠ this point, refusing‌ would’ve been ridiculous.‌‌

Lucian‌ turned again to‍⁠‍ Lothier.

“Open​‍‌ the gate.”

“B-but‌⁠‍ this is…”

“My‌​‍ land.”

“…”⁠

“His​‍⁠ Majesty the Emperor‍‌ has granted it​​ to me. Therefore,​ it’s mine now.‍​ Am I wrong?”⁠‌‍

“No…​⁠⁠ you are not.”‌‍

“Right?”⁠⁠

Smiling,​‌⁠ Lucian stepped closer​ until he was​ just inches from⁠‌​ Lothier’s face.

“Then​‌​ open it.”

“…”​⁠

Lothier‍ tightly shut his‍ eyes. It was​​‍ humiliating, but there‌‌ was no way⁠​⁠ to refuse.

To​‍ resist would be‌‌‌ practically an act​​ of treason.

“Open…‌‌ the gate.”

With‌‍ his face burning​‍ with shame, Lothier⁠​ spat out the​ order.

A few seconds later,‍​‍ the massive fortress⁠‌‌ gate began to‌⁠‍ open with a deafening rumble.

Rumble!‌‍

“…”‌

The‌ pilgrims stood with‌​ their mouths agape‍‍ as the gate⁠ opened at Lucian’s‌‌ single command. All‌ the earlier chaos‍ felt like a joke.

“What​ are you doing?​​​ Aren’t you going‌ in?”

Lucian’s⁠⁠‌ voice snapped them‍ out of their⁠⁠ daze.

Smiling‌⁠‍ broadly, he spoke​​‍ to the pilgrims.‌⁠⁠

“As‌⁠ the lord of⁠​ this land, I allow it. All‍ of you—enter and⁠ look around freely.”⁠

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