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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 92

Chapter 92

After‌‌ confirming the underground⁠​ secret chamber, both‍‌​ men expressed exactly​ the same impression.‍

“With​⁠‍ just time, this‍​​ alone would be‍⁠​ enough to turn⁠ the Empire upside‍‌ down! Not even⁠‌‍ a typical relic‍​‍ storage compares to⁠‍‌ this!”

“But‌ you must act‌⁠ cautiously. If you‌ make it public‌​​ carelessly, not only​‍ will you fail​‌​ to use it‌​ properly—they’ll take it⁠ from you.”

“Exactly​ that.”

Lucian‍ nodded at Hugo⁠‌ and Raymond’s words.​​‌

If​‌‍ he managed to⁠ build a solid⁠ foundation and create⁠‌ an environment where‍ he could use⁠​ this technology freely,​ becoming the new⁠‍ master of the‌ Empire wouldn’t just⁠‍ be a dream.​

The⁠​ problem was that​‍‌ building such an⁠‌​ environment was excessively‍​ difficult.

“Even​‌​ if we somehow​ manage to find⁠ the mages necessary⁠‌ to interpret the‍ technology, the Empire’s​‍ watchful eyes are⁠⁠ a real headache.⁠‌‌ We’ll have to‍ wait until they’re​ no longer interested⁠ in us.”

“At⁠‌ the very least,‌ it’ll be impossible⁠ for several years.‌‍ Just the imperial‌⁠ succession problem alone​ means all eyes⁠ will be on⁠‍ you, my lord.”‍

“Most‍ likely.”

Though‍ he said that,​ Lucian gave a bitter smile inside.⁠​⁠

In​​​ truth, he didn’t‍​‍ need to wait‌‌⁠ that long. In⁠‍​ his past life,​‍‌ the Emperor fell⁠​‌ ill shortly after‍‌ razing Krephelt.

The⁠‌ fury over losing⁠ the first prince‍‍‌ had played a role, no doubt,‌⁠ but his health⁠​ had already been​‍‌ declining for some‍‌ time.

‘Seeing​‌ how hard he’s⁠​⁠ pushing to make‌‍⁠ me his support‌ base, he’ll likely‍⁠ fall ill soon‌‍ this time too.’‌​⁠

Once‌‍‌ the Emperor fell‌ sick, chaos would⁠ spread—and then, these‌‌ legacies would finally⁠ come to light.⁠‍

However,⁠⁠​ no matter how​ much he trusted‍‍ his vassals, he⁠‍ couldn’t reveal that‌ he knew the‌ future, so he‍​‌ had no choice⁠‌⁠ but to vaguely‍ nod and let⁠⁠ it pass.

“In​‌‌ any case, to‍ make use of‍⁠‍ this legacy, I first need to‍‍​ consolidate my base.‌⁠‌ Debts can be‌‍​ paid later—what matters​‌ now is where⁠ the money will‍⁠ come from.”

“Even​​​ if the Empire‌​ generously grants us‌ loans, there’s a limit. If we‌‌‍ squeeze Count Calix’s​⁠ house, we can⁠‌ cover the rest.‍⁠ Though how much‍⁠​ depends on their​‌ response.”

To‍⁠ be honest, Lucian‍‍ hoped the house‍‌⁠ of Count Calix⁠ would choose to⁠‍⁠ confront him openly.‍​‌

Only‌ then could he‌‍ completely crush them‍⁠ and empty every‍​‍ last grain from‍ their storage.

‘They⁠⁠ can’t think they’ll‌‍⁠ get away with‍ looting someone else’s‌‌ property while their‌​ own stores stay​⁠‍ untouched.’

Fortunately,​‌​ preparations to strip‌ the Calix house‌ were progressing steadily.‍‌‍ Support had skyrocketed​⁠⁠ thanks to the​‌​ Grimaldi revival and‌‌ the recovery of⁠​​ Asagrim.

The​‌ authority granted as‌‌⁠ border marquis, combined⁠⁠ with Torkel’s “gift.”⁠

Among‍⁠‍ all that, the‍‌⁠ greatest reinforcement would⁠ be the support⁠‍ troops sent by‍⁠ the Empire.

‘Two⁠ thousand elite soldiers⁠​​ and one of​ the knightly orders‍⁠ directly subordinate to​ the Empire—the Order​ of the Blue⁠​​ Rose.’

Even‌ if it was​ only a temporary‌‌ loan, it would⁠‌ be military power‍ he could wield​⁠ freely for now.‍‍‍

Just​ knowing that the​​ largest contingent he’d​ ever commanded was⁠‍‍ on its way​‌​ made his heart⁠ race.

What​​‌ would it feel‍ like to lead‌​‌ an army of​ that size alone?‌

‘I’ll‍ find out soon.’​​​

After‌​ one last look‌‍‍ at the legacy​ of his ancestors,‍​‌ Lucian turned and⁠​​ exited the basement.​‍​

The‌⁠ moment to become‍‌ the ruler he‌‌ had always dreamed‌‍ of was drawing⁠⁠‌ near.

***‍⁠

“Sir‌ Glenn. Don’t you​‍⁠ think it’s about‌ time you handed‍‌ over the promised‌⁠‍ troops?”

The​ next day, Lucian‌‍‌ visited Glenn and​ got straight to​‍ the point. Once‍ the place where⁠‌​ the troops would⁠ be stationed was‍⁠​ ready, nothing else‌‌ held him back.‌​⁠

“In‍⁠‌ fact, I reported⁠⁠‌ to the Emperor⁠ just yesterday. He⁠ said the preparations‌⁠ are already complete‍ and they can‍‌⁠ be dispatched whenever‍​ you wish. However…”‌‌

Glenn⁠‍ hesitated for a moment, and Lucian’s‌ gaze sharpened. Surely‌‌ he wasn’t thinking‍‌ of going back⁠​ on his word‍ now?

“Has​‌ a problem come⁠​⁠ up?”

“No,‌⁠ no problem. He‌ just made an⁠⁠‌ additional proposal.”

“An⁠‌ additional proposal?”

“He‍ said that, since​ you’ll be short‌⁠‌ on staff, how‌ about they send‌​ some experienced servants‍ and attendants as‌​⁠ well… ahem, ahem.”‍

Glenn⁠ looked away without​ finishing the sentence.⁠‌‌ Seeing how he⁠ was trying to‍⁠ hide his embarrassment,‌‍ Lucian smiled slightly.‍

‘Planning‌⁠‍ to sneak spies‍​‌ in among the‌‍⁠ servants?’

In⁠‍ reality, passing up​‌ the chance to‍‍ insert spies at⁠⁠ a time like‍​ this would be​‌⁠ foolish.

No​ matter how allied⁠ they were, unless⁠ it was an​ heir, no one‍​‌ could fully understand⁠ someone’s inner thoughts.⁠‍

Under‌​ the pretext of⁠ preparing for any⁠‌ contingency, one or‍‍ two spies always​‌ slipped in.

‘Of⁠⁠​ course, there’ll be​ spies among the⁠‌​ soldiers too, but​​⁠ a soldier’s access⁠‌‌ is different from​‌ a servant’s.’

Except​​ for elite troops​‌‌ raised by one’s‌ own family, soldiers‌ only moved through‌ public areas.

Servants,​‌‌ however, could check‌ under the bed⁠⁠ and even inside​​ the toilet.

Naturally,‌ they learned far⁠ more about a lord’s private life.‌

‘It’s⁠ practically like offering⁠ your back to⁠​ be stabbed.’

“My​ lord, His Majesty‌ only said it‌‌​ out of goodwill.‍‍‌ Please don’t take‌⁠‍ it the wrong‌‍‌ way. If it​⁠‍ makes you uncomfortable,‌​⁠ you may refuse.”‌

Glenn‍‍‍ was sweating buckets‌‍‍ as he watched​ Lucian’s expression. Even​ he must’ve thought​ the Emperor’s request​‌ was a bit⁠⁠‌ too bold.

But​‌ Lucian replied with‌⁠​ a relaxed smile.‍

“I’ll​‍⁠ gladly accept His⁠​ Majesty’s goodwill.”

“Yes,​ in that case⁠⁠​ there’s no choice​‍ but to… excuse⁠‌⁠ me? What did​⁠ you just say?”​‍​

“I⁠‌⁠ was just worrying‍‍ about how to‌ find skilled servants‌‌‌ and attendants. That‍‌ His Majesty has​‌ solved that problem​‌ is a joy.”‍‍⁠

“M-my‌‍ lord…”

“The‍ first thing I’ll​‍⁠ ask them to​‌‍ do when they‍​ arrive is fix​⁠‍ my bed. Sleeping‌ on an unkempt‌​ bed lately has⁠​ left my back‌⁠‌ stiff.”

At‍‍ that trivial joke,‌​‌ Glenn’s pupils shook.⁠‌‍

Entrusting​‌ them with the‌⁠ bed meant trusting‍​ them during one’s‍‍‌ most defenseless time—sleep.⁠

It​⁠ was an absolute⁠​⁠ sign of trust,‌​ showing that he​​ held no ill⁠​‌ will and that‍⁠ they could rest‌‍⁠ easy.

Before‍‍ he realized it,⁠​​ Glenn grasped Lucian’s⁠ hand tightly.

“My​⁠ lord, you truly‍ are a messenger‌‍‍ of the Eight‌‍ Gods. Even if⁠​‍ I searched the​​‌ entire Empire, I wouldn’t find more​‌ than ten so‍ loyal.”

“Why⁠ say that? Even⁠‍‌ if you flatter​⁠ me, nothing will⁠ change.”

“I⁠ mean it. I swear I’ll faithfully⁠‍​ report your loyalty‌‌ to the Emperor.⁠​‍ Please wait for‌ me.”

In⁠​ the firm grip‌‍ of his hand‍ was an unshakable⁠‍⁠ resolve, as if‌ vowing never to‌‍​ make such an⁠⁠​ outrageous request again.‍‍​

Lucian‌⁠‍ wore an awkward‍ expression while holding​ back the laughter‍​ bubbling up inside.⁠⁠

In‍ truth, he hadn’t​‌ accepted the servants⁠ out of trust—but​ because he knew‍ that soon, spy​ or not, they⁠‌ would all be‍⁠ useless.

‘It’s​⁠ true I need‌ a lot of‍‌‌ servants right now.‍‌ If I post​​ an open call,⁠ applicants will flood⁠‍‌ in, but how​⁠⁠ many Calix spies​⁠‍ will slip in​ among them?’

If​ he couldn’t sort‌​ them out one​‍‍ by one, then​‌‍ in the end,‌​‌ he’d have to‍‌ choose between Imperial​ and Calix spies.⁠‌

In⁠​‌ that case, better​‍​ the ones from‌​ the Empire—at least⁠‌​ they just gathered‌‌‌ information and didn’t⁠⁠ go after lives.​⁠

Besides,‍⁠​ there would only‌⁠⁠ be a few⁠ spies; most would​‌‍ be highly trained,‌‌‌ skilled personnel.

‘And​ most important of⁠ all—the Emperor doesn’t⁠ have long left.⁠⁠⁠ From what I can tell, they’re⁠‌ communicating only through‌‍ magical tools with‌‌​ no intermediaries. Will​‍ those spies still‌‍⁠ be useful after⁠​‌ the Emperor dies?’​‌⁠

Magical‌‌‌ tools that only‌‌ the legitimate imperial‌⁠⁠ line could use.‌⁠⁠

Lucian‌ felt a dark‍​⁠ curiosity building within‌‍ him eager to⁠​​ see how the⁠ first prince would‌‌⁠ handle spies once​⁠‍ he stood before‌ the Empire’s most‌⁠ powerful support.

***​

Glenn,​⁠‌ after finalizing the​‍ agreement, left immediately‍⁠⁠ to use the‌ magic artifact.

However,‌‌​ after several attempts,⁠‍ he returned to‍‌ Lucian with an​ uncomfortable expression.

“Your​ Highness, I’m sorry,​ but it seems⁠ we’ll have to​‌ move a bit​ farther from the⁠ White Palace.”

“You‌‍ can’t use it‍‍ from inside?”

“That’s‍⁠​ right. The other‍‍‍ artifacts work fine,‍‍⁠ so it seems‌ only spatial-opening magic‍ is restricted.”

“I⁠ see.”

Lucian’s‍⁠ eyes sparkled at⁠ this unexpected information.⁠ That meant he‌‍ didn’t have to‌ worry about internal‍ intrusions through magic​‍‌ artifacts.

“Then​‌ we have no​⁠‌ choice. We’ll have‍⁠​ to ride out⁠‌⁠ beyond the walls.”​⁠

“My‌‌ apologies for the‍‍ inconvenience.”

With‌ Glenn’s apology, Lucian’s​ group mounted their​ horses and rode‍‍‌ beyond the wall.⁠‍⁠

The​ pilgrims, wondering what⁠​ was going on,‍ followed them from⁠​​ a distance.

After⁠ stopping several times⁠ to test the⁠‍ artifact, Glenn confirmed⁠‌ that it only‍‍ worked once they⁠​‌ were far enough‍‍‍ away.

“The​​‍ master of the‌⁠ Blue Path summons​​​ you, come. In‍ accordance with the‌ oath, he summons​‍⁠ you, come. The‌‌‍ blood of the‌ dragon summons you,‌‌​ come.”

The‌ same incantation the‍⁠⁠ Emperor had used⁠ earlier now flowed​​​ from Glenn’s mouth.‍

After‍ a brief wait,​⁠‌ the result was​ the same as‍ before.

Huaaaak!‍

“Hiiik!”​‍

“What​‍⁠ is that!?”

The‌ screams of the‌ horrified pilgrims, seeing​​​ a circle open⁠⁠⁠ in the air,‍​⁠ reached Lucian’s group.‍

A moment later, troops​‍⁠ began to emerge‍​ from the circle.⁠

Knights⁠ bearing the Blue​ Rose emblem on​‌‌ their left chest⁠‍‌ led the march,‌‌ followed by two‍ thousand elite soldiers​‍‌ whose presence demanded⁠ respect.

Finally,⁠ about a hundred‌⁠ neatly dressed servants‍ and attendants appeared,​⁠‍ guiding carts full‍ of supplies.

“M-my⁠ god!”

“People​ are coming out!”‌⁠⁠

Despite‍ the pilgrims’ uproar,‌‍ the soldiers didn’t​ even blink.

As​⁠‌ Lucian admired their⁠⁠ flawless discipline, a knight dismounted and⁠​​ approached him.

“Gareth⁠‌ Muller, Commander of​‍ the Order of‌‌ the Blue Rose,‍‌‌ pays his respects​​⁠ to His Highness,​ Duke Lucian Grimaldi‌​‌ Valdeck, rightful heir​⁠ of Grimaldi and‍‍ Border Marquis of‍⁠ Asagrim!”

Seeing⁠‌ Gareth kneel after⁠‍‍ that powerful declaration,‌‌ Lucian felt a pleasant thrill.

Just​‍ as he had⁠‍ said, Lucian was​⁠ no longer a third son with​‍‍ no title or⁠ the representative of⁠ anyone.

He⁠‍⁠ was Duke Grimaldi​ and the Border‌‍ Marquis of Asagrim—a‍ legitimate feudal lord.‍

“Rise,‌ Sir Gareth. Thank‍⁠‌ you for coming.‍​ I’ll have to‍ rely on you​ for a while.”‌

“By⁠ His Majesty’s command,‌‌​ from today we‌ are Your Highness’s⁠‌ sword. Use us⁠ without hesitation. If‍‌ you command it,⁠‌⁠ we’ll face even‍‍‌ an army of​​ a million.”

“Just⁠⁠ hearing that is‍‍‍ reassuring. Then I won’t hold back.”‌‍

Saying​ that, Lucian clapped​ Gareth’s shoulder in‍‍ praise.

But​‍⁠ upon meeting his⁠​ burning eyes, he‌‌ flinched slightly.

‘I‍ thought he was‌​‍ just showing determination,‌⁠‌ but his motivation⁠‍ is off the⁠⁠​ charts. Was he‍ sidelined within the‍⁠‌ imperial orders?’

Those‌​ eyes burned as⁠‌⁠ if he truly⁠⁠‌ intended to charge‍ into a million​⁠ enemies.

Apparently,‌⁠‍ he had been​⁠ pushed aside by​⁠ other imperial orders‍⁠⁠ and treated coldly.⁠​​

‘Looks​ like he wants⁠ to earn merit​‍ under my command​⁠ and return triumphant.’​

For‍​ Lucian, that was‍‌ excellent news.

There⁠‍‍ was nothing more‍‍ troublesome than borrowing‍‌⁠ an army that‌ acted passively in‌ war.

If⁠​ he burned with​ ambition, there would⁠ be no need⁠‍​ to incite him.⁠

‘With⁠ this, preparations are‍‍ complete.’

He‍‌‌ now had soldiers,​ had secured servants​‌ for the banquet,​‍ and had supplies.‍‌

All⁠​‍ that remained was‌⁠​ to prepare the‍ venue and send‌‌ the invitations.

‘Let’s⁠ see their faces.’⁠‍

It‌⁠ was time to‌‍​ face the head⁠⁠ of Count Calix—the‌‌‍ long-fingered thief.

***⁠

— Lucian Grimaldi Valdeck,​ Duke of Grimaldi​ and Border Marquis‌⁠ of Asagrim, invites‌​ you to a banquet.

With‌⁠ such a brief⁠‌​ invitation, the entire‍​ north shook as‍⁠ if an earthquake⁠‍⁠ had struck.

It⁠ hadn’t been long⁠ since the bratty‍⁠‍ third son of‌‌‍ Valdeck had demanded​⁠ his maternal grandfather’s​ legacy.

And‍ now—Duke of Grimaldi‌⁠ and Border Marquis‌ of Asagrim?

“What‌​ kind of nonsense​‍‍ is this? Asagrim‍⁠‍ is an imperial‌⁠ territory! Border Marquis?”​

“And​ Duke Grimaldi? Even⁠⁠ if he’s the⁠‌ grandson, this crosses⁠ the line.”

“Is‍​ he planning to‍​‌ provoke the Empire​⁠⁠ too, after Calix?‍‌⁠ How reckless.”

Unless⁠​⁠ the Empire had⁠‍ gone mad, there⁠​‍ was no way⁠ it would simultaneously‌‍ grant him the⁠‍ headship of Grimaldi‍⁠ and Asagrim.

Most​ believed it was‌ a baseless claim,⁠⁠⁠ the product of⁠⁠‍ youthful arrogance.

But‍​ when detailed reports‌⁠ arrived, the lords⁠‌‌ were left speechless.‍⁠

“They‌ really gave him‍ Asagrim? And the⁠ Grimaldi castle too?”⁠‍

“Impossible!​ Were they hallucinating?‍‍ The Emperor would‌​ have to be​⁠ insane!”

“Isn’t‌‌⁠ this basically the‌‍‌ revival of the‍‌‌ royal house? I never thought I’d‍⁠ see this day‍​ in my lifetime…”‌​‍

“What’s‍‌⁠ going to happen​‍ to Calix now?​‍​ Weren’t they just​‍​ invoking Grimaldi yesterday?”⁠‍

“Who‌ cares about a mere count! Asagrim⁠ has returned to‌⁠ the north!”

The‍​⁠ fact that the​‍ Ducal House of​ Grimaldi had recovered​‌‌ Asagrim caused a colossal impact.

Even‍‍⁠ if the Empire​‌‍ didn’t officially acknowledge‌ it, it was⁠‌‌ as if the⁠ royal house of​‍ the north had⁠‌ been half-revived.

In‌⁠⁠ the midst of‍‌⁠ this unprecedented situation,‌​ the confused lords‌‌ flocked en masse‍‌‍ to Asagrim.

“A‍‍⁠ banquet held in‌‌‌ Asagrim? Of course⁠ I’m going!”

“It’s‌ an event announcing​​ the kingdom’s rebirth.‌‌ I must go.‍ This is history.”‌

“I‌‍ want to see⁠‍ that brat’s face.⁠⁠‍ What kind of‍⁠ sorcery did he⁠ use?”

“Damn‌‍ it, I sided​‍ with Calix… Will​ he forgive me‍​⁠ if I go​​‍ now?”

Though‍‌ their reasons varied,‌ none chose not‍‌​ to attend.

Everyone​ instinctively felt that‍​‌ the north’s future‌‌ would be decided‍ at that banquet.‍

And,​‌⁠ of course, Count‌‌‍ Calix’s house was‌‌ among them too.‌

“This⁠ is the last‌‌⁠ chance. If we⁠ don’t eliminate him​‍ now, we’re finished.”‍

Before⁠​‍ departing for Asagrim,⁠ Norvek gathered his⁠⁠⁠ close aides and⁠⁠ shouted like a man having a seizure.

They​ all understood his​ concerns well, and​ wore grim faces.​‌

Only‍ one, seated in‍ the back, listened‌‍​ to Norvek’s speech⁠ with indifference and⁠​ muttered.

“The⁠‌​ last chance…?”

To‌‌ capture him and⁠⁠‌ turn him into​ a benefactor—or let‌ him go and​‍⁠ become a messenger‍ of death?

Colin‍‌ gently stroked the‍‌‌ letter written during‍​ his own divination.⁠⁠‍

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