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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 98

Chapter 98

“There​​⁠ really is no‌ one.”

Norvek​‌‌ looked at the‌​‍ empty entrance to⁠⁠​ the underground prison​ as he spoke.‌​ At his words,‍‌‌ the man let​‌‍ out a short​ laugh behind the‍ mask.

“What’s​⁠‌ wrong? Were you‌ expecting them to‍‍‌ shout ‘Escape!’ the​​ moment you stepped​ out and kill‍​‌ you on the​‍ spot?”

“I⁠‌ thought there was‍​‍ a slight chance.”‌‍​

“You​‍ still don’t understand‌⁠ your situation. Do‌ you really think‍​ you’re now someone​​⁠ so dangerous that⁠ Lucian Valdeck would‌​ have to kill‍ you immediately, even‌‌​ at the cost⁠ of staining his​ honor?”

“…”‍​‌

The​‌‍ man’s words made​⁠​ Norvek feel a tight knot in⁠⁠ his chest, but‍ he didn’t respond.⁠⁠‌

In⁠‌ reality, his current​‍⁠ situation was no⁠‌ different from that​ of a fish​‌‌ on the cutting‍ board.

All‌ it took was‌​‍ a little time​ to slice him⁠‍​ up calmly—there was‍⁠ no reason to‍‌​ rush and dirty​ one’s hands with‌​‌ dishonor.

“It’s​‌ fine to thirst​⁠‍ for revenge, but‌ if you become⁠⁠‍ too arrogant, that’s‍‌‌ a problem. If​‍ you lose control⁠​ and destroy yourself,⁠​ it won’t have‌ been worth rescuing​⁠‍ you from there.”​

“Damn⁠ it, don’t you⁠⁠ know how to‌ shut up? We‍‍ don’t know when‍‍‌ someone might show‍ up. Shouldn’t we​⁠​ get moving already?”⁠​‍

“You’re‍‌ not wrong, but‍⁠‍ I already left‌⁠‌ something prepared.”

“Prepared?”‌

“I’ll​ explain it later.​‍​ For now, let’s‍‌‌ do what you⁠⁠ just said and⁠‌​ move.”

The​ man in the‍ black cloak turned⁠‌⁠ around again and‌‌‌ moved forward. He⁠‍​ seemed to have⁠⁠‌ known the layout‌ of the White⁠​ Palace for a long time, as‌ there was no⁠ hesitation in his‍​ steps.

Shortly​‌‍ after, having exited​ the guard patrol‍‍ area, they arrived⁠‍‍ at the base​ of the western​​‍ wall.

“Alright.‍‌⁠ Now drink this‌‍ potion.”

“A‍ potion?”

Seeing‍​ the small white‌​‌ and suspicious vial‍ offered to him,‌‍ Norvek frowned. The​ man continued explaining,​​ as if anticipating‌⁠ his reaction.

“It’s​‌‌ a potion created​ by an alchemist⁠‌ and a mage‌‍ working together. After⁠​ drinking it, your​‌​ physical strength will‌‍⁠ greatly increase for‌‍‌ a short period.”‍

“And⁠ why are you‌‌‍ giving me something‌‌​ like this all‌‌ of a sudden?”‍

“Why‍‍‍ do you think?⁠⁠​ Because we need‌​ to climb up​‌‌ there. Do you​⁠‌ think that old⁠⁠ body of yours‌ can scale this‍ wall?”

The⁠ man tapped the​ wall a couple​‍⁠ of times, and​​⁠ Norvek then noticed⁠ the rope hanging‌‌⁠ from the top​‌ to the ground,​‌ seemingly anchored with‌​​ a hook from‌⁠‍ above. The problem‍ was the height.‍‌‍

“…You’re​​ telling me we’re​‍ going to climb⁠‍ this wall?”

“Exactly.​ I’ll go up​ first and secure⁠ the rope. Then‌‌⁠ you’ll tie it​​‌ around your waist‍ and climb the‌ rest.”

“You’re‍‌ insane.”

The⁠‍ insult escaped Norvek‍‌ without thinking. Climbing‌ such a tall​⁠‌ wall using only‌ a rope was‍‌ impossible even for⁠⁠ a young and​⁠ strong man—let alone⁠‌⁠ him.

“I​‍ know what you’re​​‌ thinking, but don’t‍ worry. This potion‌‍‍ is that effective.”‍⁠‌

“Are⁠​ you saying that‍⁠​ just drinking a potion lets someone‍ pull off such‍‌ a feat?”

“I⁠‌‌ climbed this very⁠‌​ wall from the‌ other side myself.​ Of course, without‌​​ an inside collaborator​‌‍ to place the​‍⁠ hook and drop‌‍​ the rope, even⁠⁠ that wouldn’t have⁠​‌ been possible.”

“Hmm.”⁠‌

Even‌ with the explanation,‍ Norvek’s distrust didn’t‍‍⁠ fade. On the‌‍‌ contrary, it intensified.⁠​ ‘What if this⁠‌‍ isn’t a potion,‍‌⁠ but poison?’

When​‌ Norvek kept hesitating,‍​ the man’s tone‌⁠ turned impatient.

“What‍​‌ are you doing?‌⁠‍ Don’t you want⁠‌‌ to escape?”

“…I‍​‌ want to see‌‍​ you drink it​‍ first. If it’s⁠‍ safe, there should‍ be no problem‌ with you taking‍​ it right here.”‌

“Tsk.⁠⁠​ What a pain.”‍⁠⁠

The‍ man in the⁠ black cloak clicked⁠​‍ his tongue and‍‌ downed the potion‌​‌ in one go.‌‍

His‌​ action—so direct and​‌ without hesitation—startled Norvek.‌ The man emptied‌ the vial to⁠⁠⁠ the last drop,​ wiped his mouth,‌ and said.

“Are​‍ your doubts cleared‌​‌ now? Here, take​‌ this identical one.‍​ Drink it.”

“…”​​⁠

Without‌⁠ a valid excuse‍ to refuse, Norvek​⁠⁠ stared silently at​​​ the potion.

Finally,​ he uncorked the⁠​​ bottle and poured⁠‍‌ the entire contents⁠ down his throat‍​ in one gulp.​‍‍

***⁠⁠

‘This​ is… real.’

Norvek‌ swallowed hard, holding​ back his amazement‍‌⁠ as he looked‌ down from atop​ the wall.

Even‍ if he had​ been hoisted from​​ above, it was‌ hard to believe‍ he had climbed‌⁠‌ such a height​‍‌ in so little​ time.

“What⁠⁠ are you doing?‌ Hurry while the‍​ potion’s effect is⁠⁠ still active.”

“Y-yes,​ understood.”

At⁠​ the man’s prompting,‍‌ Norvek nodded. Unlike‍ before, his tone‌‍‍ had grown a bit more respectful.​

If⁠​​ they had been​​ able to prepare⁠​⁠ such a potion,‍​‍ infiltrate collaborators, and​⁠‌ know the internal‌​​ layout of the​ White Palace, they‌ were no ordinary‍​ force.

“I’ll‍⁠ hold the rope,‌⁠ so descend by⁠‍ yourself. Don’t forget⁠ to tie it​‌‍ tightly around your‍‌ waist like you​⁠ did before climbing.⁠​‍ It’d be ridiculous‌⁠ to escape prison‍ only to die​ from falling.”

“And‌ what do I do once I’m⁠ down?”

“I’ve‍‌‍ prepared a horse,‍ clothes, and provisions‌‍‍ down there. Mount‍⁠‍ up immediately and⁠ ride to your⁠⁠ territory. There are‍‍⁠ enough supplies to​‌​ last until you‌ return.”

“…Who‌ are you?”

Norvek⁠ finally asked something⁠‍​ he’d decided not‍​ to. He showed‍ no respect for‌ House Calix, yet⁠ he knew the⁠ White Palace in‍⁠ detail, had potions‌‍ ready, and even‌ had internal collaborators.​⁠​

No‌​ matter how he‌⁠‍ thought about it,‌ he couldn’t imagine⁠‍‌ what house could‌‍​ wield such power.​⁠

The‌​‌ man let out‍ a dry laugh,‌​ as if the​​⁠ question was absurd.​​

“You‍ think I’ll tell‍ you?”

“No.‍‌⁠ It was an‌ unnecessary question.”

“That’s‌‍ enough. Go back⁠​ and dedicate yourself​⁠ to your revenge.​‍ A life that‍ doesn’t have much‍ time left… at​‌ least let it‌ be of use​‌ to someone in‌‍ the end.”

“…”‌‌⁠

This‌‌‌ time, not even​‍⁠ such a direct⁠ mockery made Norvek​​ angry. There was​ useful information hidden‌‍ in those words.‌‍

‘He’s​ not from the⁠ North.’

If⁠​‌ he were, he‍ would at least⁠​⁠ want the North’s⁠‍​ stability. But the‍ man before him‍​ seemed to value‌‌⁠ obstructing Lucian’s path‌‌ more, even if‍ it plunged the⁠ North into chaos.⁠

It​⁠ wasn’t absolute certainty,‍​‍ but it was​‌ enough information.

If‌⁠ he was an‌ outsider, he wouldn’t‍ interfere with Norvek⁠ again.

“Take​ care. We won’t‍​⁠ meet again.”

The‌‌ man didn’t respond‍⁠‌ and simply gestured,⁠‌ hurrying him to‌​ go down. Shortly‍ after, Norvek, riding‍ a sturdy horse,‍​‍ was galloping away‍‌ at full speed.‌​

Only​‌ when he confirmed‌⁠ that Norvek had‍​ disappeared did the​⁠ man remove his‌ hood and mask.​‌‌

“Do‍​ your best, old‌⁠​ man. Though even‍‌​ so, you won’t⁠​ be able to​‍ lay a finger​​⁠ on His Highness.”‌‍

Torkel​‌ let out a muffled laugh for​⁠ a moment and‌​ put the black‍​​ hood back on.​‍‍

The​⁠​ mission had been​‍​ successfully completed—it was⁠ time to report.‌‌​

***​

The⁠ next day, the​​⁠ news of Norvek’s​ escape shook the⁠ White Palace. The​⁠‌ northern nobles were‌ shocked, yet still‌‌ nodded, saying it‍‍ was something perfectly​⁠‍ plausible.

The⁠ palace had only‍‍‍ recently been reopened.‍‍​ Not even Lucian,‍‌ its current owner,‌ fully knew the‍ internal structure, so​‌ with internal collaborators,​⁠ escaping wouldn’t have‍ been too difficult.​

However,‌‌ there was one‍ person who couldn’t‌ accept the situation—Glenn.​​‍

“What​ are you saying?!‌‍⁠ Norvek Calix escaped?!”⁠⁠‍

“It‌‌ seems someone tricked‌ the guards and⁠‍ opened the doors.‍ I don’t know‍‍‍ what method they‍​ used. I don’t⁠ know every corner‌‌ of the White‍​‍ Palace either.”

“Who‌ the hell would​‍ dare…? Ugh!”

At‌‍‍ Lucian’s words, Glenn​ couldn’t argue back‌​‍ and only let‍​⁠ out a groan⁠​‌ of frustration.

He⁠‌ knew better than​ anyone how long‍​‍ the palace had‌​⁠ remained closed. The⁠‌‌ lack of personnel⁠ meant there were‌​​ still half-abandoned areas​‌‌ inside.

If⁠⁠ someone had used‌ just those places‍ to plan the‍‍⁠ escape, it wasn’t​ impossible.

“Let’s​‌ put aside who‌‍‍ cooperated. Calix has‌​‌ had roots in​‍‌ the north for⁠‌‌ centuries. It wouldn’t​⁠‍ be strange if‌⁠ one or two⁠⁠⁠ collaborators acted on​ their own. What​‌ matters now is‍‌​ what comes next.”‍‌

With‌ a calm expression,​‍ Lucian fixed his‌‍⁠ gaze on the‍⁠⁠ map hanging on‍ the wall.

“If‍‌ Norvek escaped, it’s‍‌‌ most likely he’s‌​‌ heading to his‌⁠​ territory. Then he’ll​‍ gather troops, resist,‌ and proclaim his​⁠ innocence.”

“Then…‍‌ there’ll be war?”​

“We⁠ don’t know. By‍ now, no one’s⁠‍ unaware that House‌‍ Calix is a sinking ship. If​‍⁠ we manage to‌ refute their lies⁠​ properly, it’ll just‍ be a one-sided‍‌ punitive campaign.”

If,‌‍ on the other‍‍​ hand, his nonsense⁠ starts sounding believable,‌ then it would‍ become a real​‍‍ war.

Glenn‌‌ tightly shut his⁠ eyes as he‌‌ realized where Lucian‌⁠ was going with‍​​ this.

‘Damn‍⁠‍ it. If we​⁠‌ move the mage⁠‌ now, it’ll seem‍ like the Empire‌​ is betraying Duke⁠‌⁠ Lucian.’

The‍ balance of pros​‌ and cons regarding‌ the mage’s existence​​‍ was already delicate,​⁠ but after Norvek’s‌⁠‌ escape, the difference​​‌ had multiplied.

And‍ yet to transfer⁠‍‌ him now and​ dump all the⁠ losses onto Lucian?​‍​ That would be​‌​ a brutality that,‌⁠‍ at the very‍​⁠ least, would cut⁠‌⁠ the Empire’s debt‌‍‌ to him in‌‍‌ half.

“Even‍​⁠ if he escaped,‍‌⁠ what you must‌‍‍ do, Sir Glenn,⁠​​ remains the same.​ Tomorrow, consult His‌⁠ Majesty about the​ mage’s fate. I leave it to⁠⁠⁠ you.”

“…Yes.”‌‌‍

At​ Lucian’s calm tone,⁠ Glenn silently nodded.‍ There was no​‌‌ other possible course⁠‌‌ than to report⁠‍ to the emperor.‍‌

Shortly⁠‍‌ after Glenn left‍‍⁠ the White Palace‍​ office, another visitor​⁠​ arrived.

“Your‌ Highness. I have‌‌​ returned after perfectly⁠​ completing the mission​ you gave me.”⁠

At‍‍ Torkel’s brazen words,‍‌​ Lucian let out​ a mocking laugh.⁠‌

“Perfectly?⁠ Don’t talk nonsense.‌ You said we’d‌⁠⁠ meet during the​ banquet, and in⁠​‌ the end, you​⁠‌ came back only⁠ after I left‌‍‍ for the hundred-day⁠​​ hunt.”

“Well,‍‌‍ that’s… but the‌‍⁠ job itself, I did it without‌⁠‌ leaving any loose​​‍ ends!”

“If⁠ you miss the‌ deadline, it’s useless.‍‍​ Still, I suppose‍‌ I can at‌ least acknowledge that​‌​ you proved your‌⁠ capability.”

At‍ those lenient words,‌⁠ Torkel let out​‌ a sigh of‌‌ relief. Lucian motioned⁠ for him to​⁠​ sit, then asked‌⁠ something that had‌​⁠ been on his​⁠⁠ mind.

“Your⁠⁠ friend was the⁠‌‍ third son of​⁠ House Beor, right?‌​‌ How’s he doing​ now that he‌ became lord? Still​ saying he’ll side​ with me?”

“He‍​‍ has no choice.‍⁠ No matter his​‍ right to succession,‍‌​ a rebellion is​ still a rebellion.‍‌ To stabilize his‌‌ base, he desperately​​‍ needs Your Highness’s‍ recognition.”

“Then⁠‍ good. I was‌ worried that once‌‍ seated as head‍ of the family,​‌​ he might start​​ saying nonsense.”

“More‍‍​ than nonsense, if‌ Your Highness asked,‍‍ he’d even lick⁠‍‌ your insides. You’ll‌⁠ see for yourself⁠⁠ soon. By the‍‍ way, about last⁠​​ night…”

“Silence.”‌‍

At​ Lucian’s quiet voice,⁠‍ Torkel flinched. At​⁠ the same time,​‍⁠ his instincts gave‌‌ him a clear⁠‌ warning—if he took​‍ one step further,‍ the trust he’d​ worked so hard‍‌‌ to regain would​ crumble again.

“…The‌⁠ moon was very​​ clear last night.​‌ I just wanted‌ to say it‌‍​ was a shame⁠ we couldn’t admire​⁠​ it together.”

“There’ll​⁠​ be another opportunity.​​ Anything else you‍⁠⁠ want to say?”⁠‍

“No.‌⁠‌ Whenever Your Highness‍⁠ orders, I will⁠‍ listen.”

“Good‍⁠‍ answer. Then, you‍ may go.”

Just​‍ as Torkel stood​ to leave the‌‍ office, Lucian added​ as if he​‌⁠ had just remembered.⁠​‌

“Ah,‌‌⁠ right. You said‍‌ you drank that​‌​ potion, didn’t you?​‍‌ If possible, rest⁠‍ well for three⁠ or four days.”​⁠‌

“Huh?⁠⁠‍ Didn’t you say‌⁠​ it wasn’t poison?”‌‍

“It’s​ not poison, but‌‍ it forces the‌ body to extract​‌‌ energy by force.⁠⁠ After a day,​‌ the fatigue and⁠⁠‍ muscle pain are​ brutal. If you‌⁠​ move too much‌ relying on your‌‍‌ strength, you’ll end‍⁠‍ up writhing in‌‍ pain.”

In‍ chaotic times, it⁠‌⁠ was an item‍ anyone carried as⁠ an emergency lifeline.‍⁠​

It​‌‌ had few side‌‌ effects and was​⁠⁠ reliable in dangerous‍ situations. However, if‍‌ one didn’t rest⁠ properly, those minor​ effects could worsen‍⁠​ and harm one’s‍ health.

“…I’ll‍‌⁠ keep that in‍⁠ mind.”

With‌​‌ his face slightly⁠⁠‌ pale, Torkel closed​ the door as⁠ he left. Lucian​ watched him and‍​ smiled in satisfaction.‌

“With‌⁠​ a bit more‌ polish, he’ll be​​⁠ quite useful.”

Maybe​⁠ because he’d come‌‌​ close to failing‌⁠ miserably, Torkel had‍ matured quite a bit.

“To‍‍‍ think that old‌⁠ man ended up⁠​‌ in such a pitiful situation.”

He’d​‍⁠ been allowed to⁠‍ escape, but the‌‍​ road back to‌‌ his territory with⁠‍ an aging body⁠‍​ would be harsh.‍‌

At‍​‍ first, he’d be‌‌‌ overflowing with energy,​‍​ but soon every​ part of his‍‌ body would ache.​‌‌ Returning without rest‍⁠ in that state‌‍ could only end‌‌ with him in⁠ bed.

Having‍⁠ lost his son‌​ and the support‍​‍ of those around⁠‍ him—what if, on‍‍ top of that,⁠⁠ his health gave‍⁠⁠ out?

‘Not‌⁠‌ only will he‌⁠​ fail to gather⁠‌⁠ new forces—even the‌‌‌ ones he had⁠⁠ left will fall⁠‌ apart.’

That’s‌‍‍ what it means‍ for a leader⁠ to lose trust.‌

Lucian‌⁠‍ took a sip⁠ of his tea‌ and murmured.

“Please⁠ hang on a little longer.”

After⁠⁠ all, when he’s⁠ no longer of​‌​ use, Lucian himself‌​ will make sure‍ to crush him.​

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