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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 89

Chapter 89

The​ pilgrims looked at‍​‌ each other cautiously,​‍ then stepped forward.‌‍ Just in case,‌⁠‍ they glanced around,⁠‌ but no one​‍‍ stopped them.

Only‌⁠‍ Lothier stepped aside‍ with a complicated‌ expression, avoiding eye​ contact. Seeing that,‍ the pilgrims were​‌ convinced and all‌​ entered at once.‌‍⁠

“Ah…”‌​​

The‍‍ pilgrims who gazed⁠⁠ upon the ancient‍​ capital of the‍ northern kingdom let‍‍⁠ out exclamations of​ awe.

The⁠ first thing that⁠ caught their attention‌ were the exquisitely​‌‌ detailed buildings and‌ the neatly paved‌ streets.

Even‌‍ though they were‍‌⁠ residential areas for‍‍​ commoners, the style⁠⁠ was as classic‍ and elegant as‍‍ that of the‍⁠ nobility.

In⁠ the distance, the⁠‍ inner city walls‌‌‌ were even more‍‌‍ beautiful than the​‍⁠ outer wall. And⁠ as the finishing​‌ touch, within the‍ inner city stood‍‌ a palace.

“The‍ White Palace.”

Someone‌​ murmured as if​⁠ hypnotized, staring at‍‍ the palace.

It⁠​‍ didn’t look like⁠⁠ it was built‌ from stacked bricks,‍​ but as if‍‌ a giant pure​‍ pearl had been‍‌ carved directly.

Everything‍​​ around it was⁠‌ beautiful, but in⁠⁠‍ front of that‍​​ white palace, everything‌​ else seemed to‌⁠‍ lose its shine.​​‌

The⁠ pilgrims who had‌⁠ visited before were​​‍ savoring its beauty​​​ once again, while⁠ those seeing it⁠​​ for the first⁠⁠ time trembled with‌ emotion.

“…It’s⁠‍ even more impressive⁠ than I imagined.”‍⁠‌

A sincere exclamation escaped‌‌‌ Lucian’s lips. He‌ had heard it‌‌‌ was more beautiful‍​⁠ than the imperial‍ palace, but he‍​​ didn’t expect it‌ to surpass it‌ completely.

What‍⁠ kind of technology​‌‍ had they used​⁠ to build something​ like this a thousand years ago?​⁠

As​ he looked around,‌ unable to take‌‌‌ his eyes off⁠ the surroundings, Lucian‍​‌ noticed something strange.​⁠

‘The​​‍ security is excessive.​ It’s almost like⁠‌​ a military strategic‍‍‍ point.’

Even‌ if it wasn’t⁠‌‌ habitable, it was‌ still a city⁠‌‌ open to tourism.​​

If‌​ the general public⁠‌ was allowed to‌‍ enter, there was‍ no reason to⁠ maintain such strict‍‍‍ surveillance.

“Sir⁠​ Lothier.”

“Yes?”‌

Lucian⁠ looked at Lothier,​⁠ who flinched at‌‍​ being called.

“The⁠‌‍ security seems too‌⁠⁠ strict. If this‌​‍ is a tourist‍‌ site that allows‌⁠⁠ pilgrim visits, why‍⁠⁠ such caution?”

“…Your​​​ Highness, I’m sorry,‍ but I’m in‍ charge of the‌ defense of a territory under the‌‍​ direct administration of‌ the Empire. I cannot reveal confidential‌ information to outsiders.”⁠⁠‌

His‍​‍ expression was firm,‌‍⁠ as if he‌‌​ held no grudge​ over what had‌⁠​ just happened. His⁠⁠‌ words weren’t illogical,‌ so Lucian smiled⁠ slightly.

“That’s‌​ not an incorrect‌ argument. I shouldn’t‍​ lightly dig into‌ the Empire’s secrets.”‌‍

“I⁠‍ appreciate your understanding.”‍⁠

“But‌‍ this territory has‌⁠⁠ been granted to​‍‌ me as a fief. If there’s​​ an obvious danger​​‍ and you deliberately‌‍‌ hide it, and​‌⁠ something happens because‍ of that, don’t‍⁠ forget that it​​​ will also be​⁠⁠ your responsibility.”

“…”‌

At​ Lucian’s calm reply,‍ Lothier’s face twisted.⁠‌ Justifications can always⁠⁠⁠ be shaped as‌​ needed.

If​ an incident happened‌ in the future,‌ it would be‍ enough to say,‌‌‌ “he hid it!”⁠ for all the‌‌ responsibility to fall⁠ on him. From​⁠⁠ the moment he⁠‌ invoked imperial secrecy,‍ there was no‍ room left for​ excuses.

“Sir⁠⁠​ Lothier, not even​ to me you​ can say it?”⁠​‌

Even‍⁠​ Glenn, who stood⁠‌ nearby, sided with‍ Lucian and pressured⁠‌​ Lothier.

It⁠⁠⁠ was a city‍‌ granted by the‍ emperor to ensure‍ support for the‍‍​ first prince.

If‌ a mere knight,‍‍⁠ out of personal‍ resentment, made that‍‍ favor seem lesser,​‍ it would be‌‍⁠ no small loss.‍‌‍

“That’s‌⁠⁠ not it, but…”‍​

“If⁠​ there’s no reason​ to hide it​⁠​ from me, explain⁠ it to His‌⁠​ Highness. From now​‍ on, Asagrim is‍ his fief, so‍‍‌ even if it’s‍ confidential, if it⁠‌‌ concerns this land,⁠‍⁠ it must be​ reported.”

At‍‌ Glenn’s insistence, Lothier⁠‍ spoke with a resigned expression.

“The‌ truth is that​ we recently discovered​‍ a barrier.”

“A⁠⁠ barrier? Are you‍ talking about a magic barrier?”

“Yes.‍​‌ That one.”

A protective barrier installed‌​​ in a specific⁠‍​ place to prevent‍‍ intrusions or to‍‍ guard something.

It​ usually created a physical obstacle that‌‍‍ blocked passage, but‍​ some were so‍‌ dangerous they could‍‍‌ incinerate a person‌​ on contact.

In‌⁠ ancient ruins, it⁠‌ wasn’t uncommon to‍‍ find such barriers‍​ that reduced careless‍​ soldiers to ash.‌

“For⁠‌​ the record, it’s​​⁠ not a dangerous⁠‍ barrier. It was⁠⁠ installed to protect‌‍ the city and​ can be activated‍⁠​ and deactivated freely.‍⁠‍ The magical artifact⁠⁠ was placed in‍‌‍ a barely visible⁠ corner, which is​ why it hadn’t‌ been discovered until‌⁠ now.”

“That’s‌ surprising, but in⁠‍‌ ancient ruins, things⁠⁠ like that sometimes⁠‌ appear… Wait, it‍‌⁠ protects the city?‍​ How large is⁠‍‍ it to protect‌ the entire city?”⁠

“It‍‌ covers all of⁠​⁠ Asagrim in the​‌⁠ shape of a hemisphere. Its durability​ seemed comparable to⁠‌‌ other ancient relics.”‍

“…!”‌‌​

Lucian​⁠ and the others‍‍ gulped in unison.‌ Normally, a barrier‌​​ covered just an‌⁠ entrance, at most.⁠​

A barrier that even⁠‌‍ covered the open‍ sky and protected​⁠‌ an entire city?⁠‍ Not only had‍⁠ they never seen​ one — they‍⁠‌ hadn’t even heard‍ of such a thing.

“Wait,‍ what does that‌ barrier have to​ do with this​​​ extreme security? You‌⁠ said it wasn’t⁠ dangerous.”

“If​ an outsider manipulates⁠ the magical artifact‌ without permission, we​⁠‍ could end up‍ trapped inside. Just‌‍‍ in case, we⁠‍​ reduced the number​‍⁠ of pilgrims and​​‌ strictly restricted access.”⁠‌‌

“That’s⁠​⁠ strange. Usually, those‍⁠​ kinds of artifacts⁠‍ are controlled from‌ inside. Did someone⁠ deliberately place it‌ outside?”

“No.⁠ But if, after⁠ activating the barrier,​‌⁠ someone destroys the​ artifact, we don’t‌‍‍ know what could‍⁠⁠ happen.”

“No,‌​‌ normally barriers…”

Lucian‌ was about to‌⁠ keep talking, but‌ stopped himself. The⁠‍ reasoning was too‍‌‍ weak. If the‍‍‍ artifact that maintains​​ a barrier is⁠ destroyed, normally it‍ deactivates.

‘That’s‌‌ how barriers in‌⁠ ancient ruins are​ usually neutralized what‍ is he saying?’‌⁠‌

Being⁠​ a knight, Lothier‍‌ had to know‍​ that fact. At‍ that moment, a possibility crossed Lucian’s‌‍ mind.

“Sir​​​ Glenn, there’s something‌ I’d like to‌ ask.”

“What‍​ would you like​⁠⁠ to know?”

“Does‍ Tibron have a magical artifact like⁠‌‍ this? I mean⁠‌‌ a barrier that‍​ covers the whole‍‌ city.”

“That’s‌​ difficult to answer.⁠​ It’s related to‍‌ the capital’s defense.”​

“I⁠‌​ see. Apologies.”

Although‌ he changed the‌‌ subject, the reaction‌ made it clear‌​ that nothing like​ that probably existed.⁠‌‍

Lucian​‌​ nodded slightly and‍‌‌ glanced sideways at⁠ Lothier.

Just⁠‌​ as he expected,⁠⁠ Lothier’s face was‍‌​ crimson, even though⁠ no one had​ pointed anything out⁠ directly.

‘An‌​ inferiority complex?’

Imperial‍‍⁠ knights were usually‌⁠‌ proud to serve⁠ under the Empire’s​ sovereign.

But​​ now they had‌⁠ discovered a city‌‌​ that, except for‌​‍ its size, surpassed‌ the capital where⁠​‌ the emperor resided.‍‍

And​​ not only that—it​ was clear that​​ Tibron’s white wall​​⁠ was an imitation⁠⁠‍ of Asagrim, and⁠ now they had⁠⁠ found a defensive⁠‌ barrier system never​‌‍ seen before.

‘He​⁠ probably felt that,‌‌‌ with Tibron’s and⁠⁠ the Empire’s prestige⁠⁠‍ falling, his own​​​ pride fell with⁠⁠⁠ it.’

The‍​‍ strict restrictions on‌⁠​ pilgrims and constant‍‍ surveillance were likely‌ meant to prevent‌ further discoveries.

If⁠​ something even more​​ astonishing than the⁠ barrier appeared, Tibron‌‌‌ would be even⁠‌​ more exposed.

‘How⁠ absurd. That won’t‌‌⁠ make the north‌ superior to the​‍‌ Empire, nor will‍⁠‌ it put me‌​ above the emperor.’‍⁠‍

Realizing⁠​⁠ the true reason,‍‍ Lucian let out⁠​ an ironic laugh.​‌ Knights obsessed with‍‌ appearances were always​ the same in​ the end.

“From​‍‍ what I hear,⁠⁠ there’s not enough​ reason to maintain​‍⁠ this level of​ security. Withdraw the‍​ soldiers.”

“Your​ Highness, if we​⁠ let outsiders wander⁠‍ freely and something​ happens…”

“It’s‍‌ my land. I’ll​‌⁠ take responsibility.”

At​ Lucian’s firm response,⁠‍‌ Lothier was speechless.​ If the land’s‍‍​ owner permitted it,⁠ what more could⁠ he say?

***‍

“Let‌‍ me go as​ far as the‌ inner citadel!”

“Ah,‌​ the White Palace!‍‍ The ancient glory‌ of the north!”⁠⁠‌

Tears​‍‌ of emotion streamed​​ down the faces‌ of the pilgrims‍‍ following Lucian.

Even⁠ when surveillance had​‌ been less strict,​ access to the​​ inner citadel had‌ never been permitted,‍‌ so this was⁠ the first time‍⁠ they were seeing​ the White Palace⁠⁠ from so close.⁠​⁠

Some‍ even knelt down​⁠ and kissed the‌⁠⁠ ground.

“Your‍⁠‍ Highness, do you​ intend to proceed‌ just like that⁠‍‌ to the White‍​‍ Palace?”

“Is⁠ there a problem?”⁠‌

“It’s‌ not that there’s‌ a problem, but‍ access to the⁠ interior of the‌ White Palace is‌ forbidden even to⁠‍‍ us. I’m sorry,‌‍‌ but we won’t‍ be able to‍‌​ guide you beyond⁠​‍ the exterior.”

“Then‍‌ there’s no other​​ choice. Take me‍‍‍ only to the⁠⁠⁠ entrance. I’ll handle⁠‌⁠ the rest myself.”‌‍​

“Understood.‌ But what do‍⁠‍ you plan to​ do with them?”⁠

Lothier‍⁠‌ cast a look‍‍ full of displeasure‍ at the pilgrims⁠⁠‍ following them.

He‌‌ seemed annoyed by​ how loudly they‌‍ were shouting in⁠ excitement.

“I​ assume you’re not‍ thinking of showing‍‍‍ them the inside⁠ of the palace.‍ In such an⁠⁠‍ exalted state, there’s‍⁠ no telling what‍ kind of damage⁠​ they might cause.”‍

Deep‌⁠‍ down, what truly‌ displeased him was‌ that they felt‌‍ proud upon seeing‍‍​ a palace comparable⁠​‌ to the imperial​‌ palace.

Lucian,‍ having read his⁠​​ intentions, smiled mockingly.⁠⁠⁠

“Of‌ course not. Even​‌ if they’re pilgrims,‌​⁠ I can’t allow⁠‌⁠ them into the‌ White Palace. But⁠‌ at least I’ll‌‍ let them see‌ the entrance.”

“A⁠​‍ truly merciful decision.”⁠‌

Lothier⁠​​ bowed his head,‌⁠‍ uttering words he‌ clearly did not‌​ feel.

Shortly​ afterward, when Lucian’s⁠⁠ group reached the‍ main gate of‍ the White Palace,‍‌ everyone stopped.

It‌‍ was the moment⁠‌‍ when the northern​‍ sanctuary, closed for‍ hundreds of years,⁠‍‌ would be opened.‌

Just​‍‍ as everyone held⁠ their breath before‌ a moment that​ could be called⁠‍‍ historic—

“Ascend​‌⁠ the throne!”

A voice shook the⁠ motionless group. Startled,​‌ they turned and‌⁠ saw the young​​​ man who had‍ stood out earlier⁠‍‌ step forward and⁠⁠ shout.

“Open⁠​‍ the gates and⁠⁠ reclaim the rightful​ authority of the‌‌‌ Grimaldi! Ascend the⁠‌‌ throne!”

“…!”‍⁠

Everyone‍⁠ froze at his⁠⁠‍ words.

It⁠ was the castle‍ of the former‍ royal family of‌​ the north, so⁠‌⁠ there was no⁠ doubt that there​‍ would be a throne inside.

Although⁠‍ Lucian’s title was⁠ that of a margrave, it was​⁠ natural that he​‌⁠ would govern from‍‍⁠ there. However, explicitly⁠⁠ referring to a “throne” or a “royal throne” was⁠​ another matter entirely.‌

The​ Empire could conquer⁠‍ other countries and⁠​ turn them into​ vassal states, but⁠‍‌ it never appointed‌ new kings.

“Ascend‌‍⁠ the throne! Ascend⁠ the throne!”

“Ascend⁠‌ the throne! Ascend‌​ the throne!”

The‍ young man’s shout‌ spread among the⁠​⁠ pilgrims like a forest fire. To‌⁠ them, Lucian already‌ looked like the​⁠ king who would​‌ unify the north.⁠‍

While‍ the members of⁠ the imperial side,​‌ Glenn included, tensed‍⁠ at the dangerous​ atmosphere—

“Enough.”​‌

With‍⁠‍ a single phrase‍⁠‍ spoken softly by‌ Lucian, the shouts​⁠‍ stopped abruptly.

At‍‍‌ the sudden silence,‍ Glenn swallowed hard.‍ Although they had⁠ fallen quiet, the⁠ pilgrims continued to‌​ stare at Lucian‍ with eyes full‌‍‌ of excitement, awaiting‍ his next words.​​⁠

‘Lucian,⁠​⁠ please don’t say⁠‍ anything reckless carried‍‍‍ away by the⁠ mood.’

To⁠‌⁠ declare an aspiration​‍‍ to kingship and‍‌ unsettle the Empire‍⁠⁠ would be an​​ unforgivable foolishness.

However,‍⁠​ to consolidate support,‍ he could subtly⁠ hint at ambition.‍⁠ For Glenn, even‌​​ the slightest hint⁠‌​ of that would‍‍ be unacceptable.

Amid‌‌⁠ the overall tension,⁠‍​ Lucian opened his⁠ mouth.

“The‌⁠ ancestors of the⁠⁠ Grimaldi longed for‍‍ the White Palace.‍ To them, this​ place was the‌ destination they were​ meant to return​ to someday, the​ dream of our‌ ancestors.”

“……”‍​

“For​‍‌ hundreds of years‍ that wish was​⁠‌ never fulfilled, but‍ it is in‍​ my generation that⁠⁠⁠ it has finally‌ come true. It⁠ is deeply moving.​‌‌ Therefore…”

Lucian‌⁠‌ paused and swept⁠ his gaze over‌​​ the pilgrims before⁠ continuing.

“Today,‌ I wish to‍⁠‍ walk alone through‍ the White Palace,‌‌⁠ in memory of‌ my maternal grandfather‌ and the ancestors⁠​‌ who came before​ him.”

“Ah…”​‍‍

“They‌ left this world‍ long ago, but‌ their blood runs‌‍ through my veins.⁠‍​ Let this body‌‌‍ be their eyes‍‍⁠ and their hands‍ today. At least​ today, I do​‍​ not wish to⁠​⁠ be interrupted.”

At‍​‍ those words, the​ pilgrims bowed their⁠​‍ heads with solemn⁠‍ expressions.

They​​ had celebrated thoughtlessly‍‍​ upon hearing that⁠​⁠ the north had‍‍‍ recovered the White​‍ Palace, but upon​ reflection, they realized‌⁠‌ that many ancestors‌‌‍ had died without⁠‌ ever seeing it.‌

Thinking⁠‍ of that accumulated‍⁠‌ resentment made it‍⁠⁠ necessary to show​ mourning and respect.‍⁠‍

‘I’ve⁠⁠‍ been too shallow.’​​‌

Ashamed,‌‌ the pilgrims stepped‍ back with reddened⁠​⁠ faces. No one‌⁠‍ mentioned thrones or⁠ royalty again.

Lucian‍ gave them a gentle smile and⁠ extended his hand‌ toward the door.⁠

***⁠

“Truly‍ impressive, Your Highness!”​‍

Glenn‍​ exclaimed enthusiastically upon‌‌‌ reaching the gardens⁠ of the White‍ Palace together with​‌ Lucian’s vassals.

Lucian⁠‍ had not disappointed‍ the northerners by‌ rejecting kingship, nor‍⁠ had he aroused⁠​ the Empire’s caution​⁠ by displaying ambition.⁠‍

By‍ invoking the ancestors,​‍⁠ he had elegantly‌ cooled the fervor,​‍ strengthened his support‍ even further, and‍‍‍ given an answer​⁠​ that also satisfied⁠ the Empire.

“You‌ truly have the‌‌​ makings of a grand duke! With‍‍ you, even becoming⁠‍ the next head‌ of the Valdeck⁠ house would be‍ easy!”

“I​⁠‌ appreciate the compliment,⁠‍ but what I said earlier was‌‌‍ also sincere. I’ve‌⁠‍ always wanted to‍⁠‌ walk through this‍​‌ White Palace alone‌⁠​ at least once.”‌​‌

“That’s‌⁠‌ understandable. From today​ onward, it will​ be difficult for​⁠‌ you to find‍⁠ time to be‍ alone.”

Even⁠⁠ if it was⁠ territory of his‌ maternal family, it​‌‍ was land his‌​‌ ancestors had yearned​ for for nearly⁠ a thousand years.⁠ Even someone cold⁠⁠ would feel something;⁠‍‌ an ordinary person,​ all the more​ so.

“Still,​‌ just in case,‍​ take at least‍‍​ one escort. There‍⁠‍ may be no‌​‌ people, but you​⁠ never know if‍⁠ defensive devices are​​ still active.”

“Then‌ I’ll take just‌ one person. Would⁠‍ you mind waiting​‌ at the entrance,⁠‍​ Sir Glenn?”

“That‌⁠ will be fine.‍‍⁠ Don’t worry about⁠⁠ me and explore​ the place to⁠‍‍ your heart’s content.”‍

When‌ Glenn withdrew, Lucian‌ immediately turned his​​ head toward Felicia.​‌‌

“Felicia,‍ let’s go.”

“Yes,‌‍⁠ my lord.”

Felicia‍‌‌ replied at once⁠‍‌ and took her⁠‌ place beside him.​

At‍⁠ last, the time⁠⁠ had come to​‍⁠ verify the legacy​‍‍ of his ancestors​​ hidden beneath the‍ throne.

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