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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 96

Chapter 96

“Now‌‌ you know, don’t​ you? You never‍⁠ did me any‍ favor. You’re nothing‍‌‌ more than an⁠‌‍ uninvited intruder who‌ betrayed on your​‍‌ own and then⁠​⁠ came looking for‍‌‍ me.”

At‍ Lucian’s cold response,‍⁠ Colin nodded.

The‍‍⁠ spell he had‌⁠‌ just used was​ something he could‌ only cast once,‌‍⁠ and only after​‍⁠ prolonged preparation.

If‍​‍ that single attack​⁠⁠ had been blocked,​‍ he would’ve had‍‍‍ no way to​​‌ defend himself and‍ would have died​​​ without a chance.⁠ As long as⁠‍‌ the defensive scroll‍ existed, Colin’s betrayal‍‍‍ wouldn’t have changed⁠‌ the outcome of⁠‌ victory or defeat.​

“I⁠‍ understand. Then at⁠‍‌ least allow me‌⁠ to say something‍⁠ as a rootless​‍ wanderer, Your Grace.”‌⁠‌

“Speak.”‌‌

“Take​ me in.”

“…?”‍

Lucian⁠‍​ blinked at the⁠‌ completely out-of-place request.⁠⁠ Take him in?‍⁠ Just like that?⁠

“Don’t​‍⁠ tell me you‍‍⁠ want to enter‌‍ my service?”

“Yes.‌​‍ I want to‍ work for you,​ Duke.”

“You’re​‌ insane.”

Lucian‍ let out an‌‍‌ incredulous laugh. He‌ didn’t say it​ on purpose—the surprise⁠ made the words‌‌ slip out.

“Do‌​​ you even know‌‍ whom I’m pledging‍ loyalty to right‌​ now?”

“You‍​ serve the imperial‌​ family.”

“And​ the imperial family​‍​ is hunting and​ killing every mage‌​‍ it sees. Why‌‍ would I take‌ the risk of‌‍ being branded a traitor just to⁠⁠ hire you? And‌​‍ more importantly…”

Lucian​‌​ pointed to the​‌‌ spot where the‍ lightning had struck‌‌​ just moments ago.‌ There, the charred‌‌ remains of Godfrey⁠⁠​ and his men​‌ still lay scattered⁠ across the ground.​‍⁠

“Now⁠ that those people​⁠ are dead, I have to prove‌ my innocence. And​‍ there’s no better‌‍ way than handing‌⁠ over you, the‌‍‌ direct culprit.”

If⁠‌ it were Calix,‌‍ they could easily‍‍ claim Lucian was‌ killed by a lightning strike. But‍‍ Lucian was already‌‌ allied with the⁠‌ imperial family, who​‌⁠ were full of‍‍ magical artifacts.

Even‍‌ with the same‍ excuse, credibility would⁠‌ plummet with the‌‍⁠ Empire involved.

“Tell‌ me—why should I give up all‍​ those benefits to⁠‌‌ keep someone who​ only brings me‌​⁠ disadvantages? No—better yet,‍‍‌ what made you‍ think you could​ come looking for‍‍⁠ me in the‍⁠ first place?”

From⁠‌ a logical standpoint,‍ no sane mage‌⁠⁠ would seek out‍ Lucian.

Everything​​ Lucian had shown‍ so far was‍‍‌ the perfect image‌⁠ of a loyal​ servant of the‍‍ Emperor.

If​⁠‌ they knew of‌‍ the Empire’s witch⁠⁠ hunts, they’d flee‍ just from seeing‍⁠ his shadow.

Under​​ Lucian’s suspicious gaze,‍⁠ Colin sighed and‌ replied.

“I​⁠ came because I believed in another‌​‌ mage’s divination.”

“…Divination?”⁠

“Not​​ all mages throw‌‌‌ fire or summon‌‌‌ lightning. Prophecies and​⁠ divination are also‍⁠‌ a branch of⁠​ magic.”

With​​‌ a half-resigned expression,‍⁠ Colin calmly explained.‍‌​

He⁠‌ had an acquaintance‌‍ exceptionally skilled in‌‌⁠ divination. That acquaintance‌⁠​ had made a prophecy about Lucian.‌​‍

And‌​ it was by⁠ trusting in that‍ prophecy that he​​‌ had betrayed Godfrey’s‌‌‍ group.

“According⁠ to the divination,⁠⁠ if I let‍ Your Grace go,‍‍ I’d become a death reaper who​ would come to​ kill me. But‍​​ if I captured‍ you, I’d become‌‌⁠ a benefactor.”

“And‍ just from a simple prophecy you‌ came to seek​ me out? Are‌⁠‌ you in your‍​​ right mind?”

Lucian‌‍ couldn’t understand it​ at all. No⁠ matter how accurate‍ a prediction was,‌‌‌ it still lacked​⁠ solid foundation.

And‍⁠​ yet to throw⁠ himself straight into​‍‍ the lion’s den?​‌‍

Colin‌ caught his gaze‌‌‌ and gave a bitter smile.

“I‌ know, Your Grace.​​‌ It’s hard to​ understand. But someone‍⁠ without hope has​⁠ no choice but‍ to cling to​⁠‌ anything—even a prophecy.”‍⁠

“What‍⁠ do you mean?”‌​

“It’s​​‍ been three hundred⁠‍ years since the⁠​​ mages’ rebellion failed‍‍⁠ and the persecution⁠ began. How many​ mages do you​ think have been⁠‍ hunted in all‌ that time?”

They​ couldn’t even research‍‌ systematically, and just⁠⁠ surviving was already‍‍⁠ difficult. Some even‍ died of starvation⁠⁠ despite having magical‍​ talent.

Not‍⁠‌ being able to⁠​⁠ find disciples and‌‍‍ pass on their​‍‌ knowledge was common,⁠ and even when⁠‌ they did, they⁠​‍ often died in‍ witch hunts before‍‌​ they could teach‍‌‍ anything.

Naturally,‍​ the number of‍‌⁠ mages plummeted over⁠​ the generations, and‌ many schools disappeared​‍ entirely.

“I’m‌ no different from​​ other mages. I’ve​​⁠ survived however I could, using what‌ my master taught​⁠ me and some‌ improvisation—always under constant⁠​⁠ threats. But even‍‌ that has its‌ limits.”

Unable‌ to train new​‌‌ disciples, living in⁠​⁠ hiding without knowing​ when death would‍ come.

He‌⁠‌ made a living‌ by pretending to‍ be an assassin,​‌​ but one slip-up‌‍​ and someone would‍ try to stab‍⁠ him in the⁠⁠ back.

Even​⁠⁠ people he had⁠‌ known had vanished,​‌ leaving only rumors‍ that they’d been⁠⁠‌ brutally executed by‍‌ witch-hunting squads.

Tired​‌ of life and​‌​ having lost all‌​ hope, he received​ a strange prophecy​ from an old​⁠‍ colleague.

“If​‌⁠ it had only‍‌ foretold my death,‍ maybe I wouldn’t​‍ have done anything.⁠‌‌ But it also‌⁠ hinted at a sliver of hope.‌‍ For someone worn‌​⁠ out from living‍ like me, that​ was reason enough‌‍‌ to risk my⁠‍⁠ life.”

“…”‍⁠

“If‌ even now you‌​⁠ can’t believe me,‌ I have no‍ other way to⁠⁠‌ convince you. But‌⁠ please understand—these words⁠⁠‍ are sincere.”

After⁠ speaking, Colin lowered‍‍‍ his head. He​ had nothing more‍⁠ to say; his‌​⁠ attitude was clear—if‌ they were going​⁠ to kill him,‍ then so be⁠⁠‍ it.

As‌ the silence stretched‍‍‍ on, Lucian rested⁠‌ his chin on‌⁠ his hand and⁠⁠⁠ pondered quietly.

‘What‌ a coincidence. Just​‍ when I needed⁠ a mage, one‌ appears—guided by a prophecy—asking to serve‍​‍ me.’

No​⁠​ matter how suspicious‍⁠ it seemed, the‍ possibility that the‌ mage was lying​ was extremely low.​‌

If⁠​‍ not for a prophecy, there was⁠⁠ practically no reason​ for a mage​​ to seek out‍‍⁠ Lucian first.

But‍​​ even if all‍⁠ of it was⁠‍ true, the real⁠⁠ question was whether⁠‌ Lucian could trust​‍ him enough to‌‍ keep him at‌ his side.

‘The‍‌‌ biggest problem is‌⁠ I have nowhere‌​‍ to hide him.‍ From guards to‌⁠⁠ servants, everyone is‍ sent by the​ Empire. No matter​ where I hide‌⁠ him, they’ll find‍ him quickly.’

Letting‍​ him go didn’t​⁠‍ guarantee they’d be​‍ able to contact⁠⁠​ him again.

Colin⁠ was being hunted,‍⁠⁠ and Lucian could​‌ no longer move​‍ discreetly.

Besides,‍​‌ he still needed​‍ to explain Godfrey’s‍​ death.

‘…No,⁠ there is a way.’

Lucian⁠‌ quickly organized the⁠⁠ solution that had‌‌‌ just come to‍‍ him.

It⁠​ depended a bit⁠‌​ on luck, but​ if it worked,‌​ it could solve​⁠​ everything at once.​​

“I’ll⁠ make you a proposal.”

“Huh?‌ A proposal?”

“It’s‍​​ a proposal where‍⁠ I win everything,⁠‍ and you lose​⁠ everything. Although, if‍ it goes according‍ to plan, you‌ might still achieve​​‍ your goal.”

“…?”‍

At⁠​⁠ those unsettling words,​‍ Colin flinched involuntarily.‌ What the hell‍ was this man⁠​ about to say?⁠

Shortly⁠ after, upon hearing‌‍ the plan, Colin‌ stared at Lucian​‍ completely dumbfounded.

***​

“His⁠ Highness returned from⁠ the Hundred Days‍‍ Hunt? What does​‌​ that mean?”

The⁠‍⁠ northern nobles widened‍⁠ their eyes at‍​ the unexpected news.‌​‌

There‌‌⁠ were still five⁠ days left in‌‌ the Hundred Days​‌ Hunt, and yet⁠‍ he had returned⁠ after just ten.‍​​

“Don’t‍‍ tell me he‌ gave up? In⁠​ an event he‌‍‌ proposed himself?”

“Impossible!‍‌‌ Unless there was‍ a serious accident…”‍⁠

“T-this…⁠‍‌ the situation is​⁠‍ more complicated than‍‍​ it seems. His‍‍ Highness said he​​ would explain personally,‌ so I ask⁠ you to wait⁠ a moment.”

At‌​ the servant’s words,‌ the northern nobles‌ began murmuring as⁠‌⁠ they headed toward‌ the banquet hall.​‌​

What‍‍⁠ in the world‌⁠ had happened for​⁠​ that arrogant brat⁠​‍ to return halfway‍​‍ through the event?‍

Amid​​​ the chaotic atmosphere,​ Norvek clenched his​ cane with a sweat-soaked hand.

‘I‌​ was expecting good‌​ news, but instead​⁠ of my son,​‌‌ the target of⁠⁠ the assassination returns.’‌‌

‘Did‍‌⁠ they fail? Then​ what happened to​ Godfrey? How is​‍ it that only‍​‌ he returned?’

Bang!​‍⁠

At⁠​ that moment, a loud sound rang‍ from the doors,‌ and Lucian entered‌‍​ the hall.

His⁠ stiff expression and‌​⁠ determined stride made‍⁠ it clear that⁠​ something unusual had‍​ occurred.

“Greetings​‍ to the Duke…!”‌

“Godfrey⁠ is dead.”

“…What?!”‌​

“He‌‍ died trying to‌‌ kill me. He‍‍ ended up falling⁠‍​ into his own‍ trap. I never‍‍ imagined the Count‍‌‌ could be so‍ meticulous.”

All⁠​ eyes turned sharply⁠‍ toward Norvek. His‍​ face pale, he‍​‍ opened and closed⁠⁠ his mouth without​ making a sound.‌

“Godfrey…?‍‍⁠ My son is‍⁠ dead?”

“Bring⁠ him in.”

Instead​⁠ of answering, Lucian‌ gave the order‍ to his vassals.‍‌⁠

Shortly‌‍ after, they dragged⁠ in a man‌‌ tightly bound. Upon‌‍⁠ seeing his face,⁠​‍ Norvek’s eyes opened‌ wide.

“You…!”‌

It‌ was the mage​‌ who claimed he⁠⁠‌ could summon lightning.​ The very one​ he had placed‍‌ next to his‌‍ son to use​​ in place of​‌ a sword.

Why⁠⁠ had he returned⁠​ in this state?​‌

Lucian‌ cast a brief‍ glance at Norvek,⁠⁠​ then spoke to​‌ Colin.

“Speak⁠​ with your own⁠‍ mouth. Say who​​ you are and‍‌‍ why you’ve been‌ brought here.”

“I-I⁠⁠ am the mage⁠ Colin. From the‌‍ School of Celestial‍‌⁠ Astrology. I was⁠‌ hired by that‌‌‌ old man to⁠⁠ assassinate His Highness.”⁠

“What‌‌ did you say?!”‍‍‌

Gasps​‍ of horror erupted​⁠ throughout the hall.‍​ An assassination attempt‌⁠ might have been⁠​⁠ expected to a degree, but never‍ that they would⁠ resort to an​​ unauthorized mage—especially when​‍‌ the Empire was‌ so sensitive about⁠‍‌ the subject.

“What‌‌ kind of nonsense‍ is this!? A mage!? Are you⁠​‌ suggesting that man‍‌​ is an unauthorized‌‍ mage?!”

Glenn,‍ who had remained‌ on the sidelines‌‌⁠ until now, shouted​‍ with a flushed⁠‌ face.

Hiring⁠⁠ an unauthorized mage⁠‍ was an act‌ close to treason—too‍‌‍ serious to be‍​ used as a simple false accusation.‍⁠​

“Your‌‌ Highness, explain yourself​‍​ properly! If that‍ man is truly‌ an unauthorized mage…!”‌‌

“He⁠⁠ hasn’t finished his‌ account, so calm‍‍ down and listen.​⁠ Mage, continue.”

“Y-yes.”​

Under⁠‌‍ Glenn’s sharp pressure,‌‌⁠ Colin flinched but‌‍ continued speaking. He‍‍​ explained how, wandering‍ from place to⁠‍ place, his identity⁠​ had been discovered​ by House Calix.⁠‍

How​⁠​ he tried to⁠ flee, but was‌​​ captured and forced​ to work as⁠ a slave for​ the Count. And⁠‍‌ how, in the‌‍ end, he was⁠​⁠ coerced into accompanying‍ Godfrey to assassinate‌‍ Lucian.

“…And​⁠‌ so, unable to‍⁠ endure it any​​‌ longer, I used⁠ my magic not‌ to kill the‌ intended target, but‌⁠⁠ to kill Godfrey​‌‌ and his group​ instead—and then I surrendered to His‍‍ Highness. He brought​​ me here immediately.”‌‍​

“You‍‌‍ damn worthless mage!⁠⁠ How dare you⁠ spew such lies?!”⁠

Norvek⁠‍‌ felt, for the‌‍​ first time in‍⁠ his life, a rage so intense​‌⁠ it seemed every‌‌ vein in his‍⁠‍ body would burst.‌

Imprisoned​ and treated like‍​‍ a slave because‍ his identity was⁠ discovered?

That‍​ bastard had come‌⁠ willingly to sell‍⁠ his skills, taken‍⁠⁠ gold coins as‌‍ payment, and wandered⁠⁠ around freely!

However,‍⁠ Colin remained composed​ and spoke seriously,⁠‌ glancing around the⁠‍‍ room.

“I‍ can present all‌​‍ the proof you⁠ want. I can‌​ point out the⁠‌​ exact location of‌ the villa where​‍ that old man​⁠ imprisoned me, as‌⁠ well as its‌ internal layout. It’s​​‍ in a hidden‍‌‌ place, hard to‌‍ find for an‍‌‌ ordinary person.”

It⁠‍‍ had been Colin‌‌ himself who requested​‍ that the residence‍ be prepared somewhere‌​‌ out of sight.‌​​

After‍ living there for‍‍⁠ months, there was​‌ no way he⁠ wouldn’t know its⁠‍ interior.

“I⁠ also passed through‌‌ some secret passages⁠​⁠ managed by House‌‍ Calix.”

Since‌ he was a mage, sharing secret‍​​ routes was necessary‌‍ to avoid drawing‍‌​ attention. Besides, they​‍ had planned to‌‍⁠ kill him once​​​ the job was⁠‍​ done.

“And‌ most importantly—the catalysts‍ I needed for‍‌‍ my magic were‌ supplied frequently, so⁠‍‍ there should be⁠ traces.”

Those‌ catalysts had even⁠⁠ been requested by‌‌ Colin himself. At⁠ this completely unexpected⁠‍ betrayal, a dry​⁠ cracking sound escaped⁠​ Norvek’s mouth.

“Count,⁠‍⁠ is what he‍⁠ says true?”

Glenn’s‌ icy gaze pierced‍‍ into Norvek. However,‌‌​ Norvek felt no​​ fear at all.‌​ There was something​⁠ he had to‍​ confirm first—above anything‍​​ else.

“…And​‍⁠ my son—what happened‌⁠ to Godfrey?”

“I​​‍ already told you.‍ He died after⁠​⁠ receiving the spell​⁠‌ meant for me.‌‍​ You can imagine​⁠ roughly how he⁠ ended up.”

“You⁠​‌ expect me to‌ believe that? You⁠ could’ve killed him‍ yourself!”

“That’s‍ exactly why I made sure to​​ at least bring‍ your son back.‍⁠ Fortunately, he got⁠‍⁠ pretty light, so​⁠ transporting him wasn’t‌ too hard.”

Lucian‍‌ gave a lopsided​‍⁠ smile as he⁠ looked at the‍ pale-faced Norvek.

“Want⁠‌​ to see him?⁠ Though I’m not‍ sure if you’ll‍ still be able⁠‌ to recognize him.”​

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