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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 100: Power and Love (5)

Chapter 100: Power and Love (5)

“Miss‌‌‌ Ellen, until the⁠​‌ head of the​ family gives further‍‍‍ instructions, please remain​ in your room.”‍

The‍‍ group of servants⁠⁠ who had escorted⁠ Ellen showed heavy‌​ expressions.

Ellen⁠ remembered each of​‍ their names Monter,⁠ Briana, Revilin, Tion,‍‌ Fior…

All‌‍‍ of them had‍⁠ been with Ellen‍ since childhood, and‍​​ she had watched‌​​ them rise to‍⁠​ higher positions in‍‍​ the Belmierd estate​‌​ from the closest⁠ distance.

Therefore,‌⁠ they did not‌​​ seem very happy​‌ to have to⁠‍ confine Ellen.

“You‍‍ don’t tell me‍‌ a single word⁠‍​ about the results​‍ of the investigation.”‍⁠​

Ellen‌‍⁠ had no intention⁠‍⁠ of blaming them,‌ but she still⁠‍ wanted to leave‌​ a remark.

The⁠‍​ room, normally used⁠ to receive guests,‌‍ was luxurious and‍ spacious. However, it⁠ could not compare⁠​⁠ with Ellen’s personal​ chamber.

Her‌‍ own room was​​‌ under investigation, so‌ it probably could‍‍⁠ not be used.​‍​

“We‌ are sorry, Miss‌⁠⁠ Ellen. We…”

The‌‌‍ elderly man at⁠‌ the front of‌‌ the group spoke⁠ hesitantly. He was​ Monter, the chief‍‌ of the guards‌‌​ who managed the⁠⁠‌ servants and who​⁠‍ had been her⁠ personal guard in⁠ childhood.

He⁠⁠ tried to say‌ something but then‍‍ closed his mouth⁠ again.

It⁠‌ seemed there were⁠‌‍ instructions among the‌​‌ investigators not to​ give Ellen any​ information hastily.

The⁠‌‍ other servants were​​ clearly watching him,‍‌ paying attention to​ his reaction.

“…We‍⁠ have to suspect‍​‍ you, Miss Ellen.”​

In‌ that uncomfortable atmosphere,⁠‌‌ Briana, the most⁠‍⁠ capable scribe of‍​‌ the Belmierd family,​​‍ raised her voice.‍

She‍ was always direct‌‌ and professional, but​ Ellen knew very⁠‍‍ well that she⁠ had a warm‌ heart.

“We​⁠ will inform you​ of the detailed‌ results of the‌⁠ investigation in due⁠ time. However, for​​ now, we cannot‌‌⁠ give you even‌‌ the slightest hint.​⁠ As you know,‍‌ we must follow‌⁠⁠ the instructions we‍ have received.”

Briana’s‍‌‌ cold and professional‌ tone made it‍‌⁠ seem as though‌‌ her heart was‌ as cold as‌ her words.

However,‍​⁠ Ellen looked at​‌⁠ her and spoke‍ with warm eyes.​⁠⁠

“Have‌​‌ you found any⁠ conclusive evidence?”

“…”‌​

Briana‌‍​ clenched her teeth‌ as if she‌ was suffering and⁠‍ finally spat out‌​​ the words.

“As​‌ I mentioned… we‌​‌ are in a position where we‌‍⁠ must suspect you,‍‍ Miss Ellen. However,​​⁠ that does not‍ mean that we‍⁠‍ have lost faith‍‌ in you.”

Still‍ showing deep respect,​⁠ Briana spoke to​​ Ellen.

“I‌‍⁠ believe this suspicion​‌ is a means​‌ to prove your‌ innocence, Miss Ellen.⁠‌‌ Everyone here knows‌⁠ better than anyone‍‌​ that you are⁠ not someone who‌‍​ would involve herself‍⁠​ in necromancy.”

“Briana…”​​

“Therefore,​‍‌ we must understand‌⁠ how this situation​‌ arose, who orchestrated‍‌​ it, and under​​⁠ what circumstances. Suspicion​⁠‍ is necessary in‍⁠‌ this process. To‌⁠​ truly prove your​ innocence, we must​‌‌ convince everyone that⁠ you had no​ reason whatsoever to‍⁠ be involved in⁠ such magic.”

All‍‌ verification begins with‍ suspicion.

Knowing⁠​ this, Ellen understood‍ the complex and​⁠‍ subtle emotions of‌ the servants looking‌ at her.

Ellen‍ took a deep‌‌ breath and observed‌‌⁠ the expressions of​‌ each one of‌‍ those who believed‍​ in her and‍​‍ followed her.

Then,​‌​ biting her lower⁠​​ lip for a moment, she nodded.‌‌

“Leave‍​ me. Since you’ve​‌​ granted me some‌‍‍ time alone after⁠ so long, I will immerse myself‍‌‍ in Professor Felo’s​ magic books.”

With‍​ a relaxed smile,⁠⁠ she sat by⁠ the window and‍‌ said.

“I‌‌ trust all of‌‍ you.”

***‍​

‘Stay⁠‌ calm.’

Once​ the servants left,‍ Ellen closed the⁠‌‌ book and walked​​ toward the window.​

She⁠​‌ saw the attendants‌ with anxious expressions​ walking through the‍​ garden bathed in​ the warm spring‍ light. The Belmierd‌‍​ mansion was now‍ in the midst‍⁠ of a swamp‍ of anxiety.

The⁠⁠ fact that Lady⁠‍‌ Ellen, the legitimate‌‌ heir of the‌‌ Belmierd family, was‌ suspected of practicing⁠‌‍ necromancy.

If⁠​​ this fact began‌‌‌ to spread outside⁠ the family, the‍‍‍ situation would spiral⁠⁠ out of control.​

No‍‌ matter what, this⁠​ matter had to‌⁠​ be resolved within‌ the family.

Not‌ even a year​ had passed since‌⁠​ the madness of⁠ necromancy devoured the‌‌ great star that⁠⁠ had been the​​‌ Duplain family.

In‌‌ this social atmosphere,‌⁠‍ the moment one​ was tainted by‌‌‌ necromancy, one’s life​ as a noble,​ much less as​‌⁠ an heir, would​​​ be destroyed.

Ellen​ swallowed with difficulty‍ and tried to⁠⁠ compose herself once‌ again.

In⁠ this situation without‌‌​ information, the more‌ she appeared to⁠​ falter, the worse​ everything would become.‍

However,​ the cold gaze⁠ of a man‍‌​ in the corridor‌​​ kept floating in​ her memory.

“Lady​‌⁠ Ellen. Just a little more strength.‍⁠‍ You can do‌​ it!”

“Just​⁠‌ one more time…!⁠‍ Now is the‍ moment. When you’re⁠ exhausted and can’t‌​⁠ move anymore, force‌ yourself once more…⁠‌ that’s the secret⁠‌ of growth!”

The​‌‌ man who had‍ cheered her on⁠​‍ with overflowing energy​‌ while teaching her‍‌ magic, with those​⁠ cold eyes that‌⁠⁠ looked at her,‍ was engraved in‍‍⁠ her heart like​ a carved sculpture.​⁠‌

The​​⁠ fact that Dereck​ had succumbed to‍‌ Leonard’s persuasion meant‌‍‌ that he was​ now hostile toward⁠‌ her.

“Dereck‌​​ is thoughtful and⁠‌ quick to judge.‍ Leonard should not⁠ have been able​​ to persuade him⁠ so easily…”

But‍‌ Ellen knew Leonard‍⁠‌ as well as⁠ Dereck.

Leonard‌‍ was skilled at​ persuading people, sometimes⁠ with cunning whispers,⁠​‍ sometimes with grand​‍‌ speeches, or if⁠ not, with offers⁠⁠ difficult to refuse.‍‌‍

Dereck​ was not someone​ who would easily⁠⁠⁠ fall for such‍ tricks, but Leonard‍‌ might have used⁠‌ some sort of​‌ scheme.

He‍ constantly spread rumors⁠‌ about Ellen, emphasized‍ supposed moral flaws,‍ and promised Dereck⁠​‍ great rewards.

Especially​​‍ since Dereck was​​‌ more devoted to‍ magical achievements than⁠‍‍ anyone, he might‌ be convinced with⁠​⁠ guarantees of magical‍⁠ treasures or conditions​ that aided his⁠‍⁠ studies.

And​ if Leonard had​​ painted Ellen as⁠ a villain to‌​ ease Dereck’s conscience‍‌‌ and then lured‍ him with appropriate​‌ rewards…?

Leonard⁠‍‍ was a young⁠⁠⁠ man with great​‌ skill in understanding​​ others’ desires, so‌ it was not⁠ impossible. Perhaps he‍‍​ had seen through‌⁠⁠ Dereck’s obsession with‍​ magical achievements.

“If‌​ Dereck was simply⁠‍ influenced by Leonard’s⁠ words, I could​‍⁠ defend myself by‍‍‌ meeting and speaking⁠‌⁠ with him. The‌​ problem is… this⁠ is not a situation where I can see Dereck​ right now…”

Ellen‌ took a deep⁠ breath and reaffirmed​ her resolve once‌‍ more.

Her​ eyes, gripping the​⁠ window frame tightly,⁠‌‍ burned with renewed‌⁠ determination.

Misunderstandings‌‍ can be cleared.‍‌

No​‍‍ matter what tricks⁠⁠ Leonard used to​​‍ instill slander into‍‍ Dereck, in the⁠ end, Dereck would⁠‍ understand that it‌⁠ was all a misunderstanding.

Do⁠ not lose composure‌⁠ in the face​ of a momentary‌​‌ confusion.

In‍‌ this game of​ intrigues, the first​ to lose composure​‍ would be the‌⁠ one to fall.‍⁠

Losing‍ Dereck could be⁠⁠​ a painful move,​‍ but it could​‍ still be recovered.‌

Leonard’s‍​​ tricks were nothing​ but false evidence‌⁠⁠ to corner Ellen.‍‌

False​ evidence always has​ flaws, and if‌‌ those flaws could​ be exposed, the‍⁠‍ situation would be⁠‍​ reversed.

So‍‌⁠ the only thing‍‌‍ she needed to⁠ know was what‍‍ that evidence was.‍⁠

Ellen‍‌⁠ calmed herself, repeating⁠⁠‌ those words endlessly.​​

***‍
Dear Prince Valerian⁠‌ of the Duplain‌ family,

I have been reflecting‌‌‌ deeply since I received your last‌‍​ letter. Once again‌‌‍ I have considered‍⁠⁠ how dangerous the​‌ path we are​‍⁠ following is, and‌⁠‌ what results may‌‍ await us in⁠‌‍ the end.

But‍⁠ when I think‌⁠⁠ of the changes⁠‍ our research will​‍ bring, I believe‌⁠‍ all these risks‍ are worth it.‍‌ If we come‌ to fully understand⁠‌​ the secrets of‍​ necromancy, we will‌​‌ be able to​ transcend the limits⁠ of life and‌‍ death. With that‍ power, we can⁠ change this empire—no,‍​ the entire continent.​​

The⁠ ancient texts of​​‌ the White Zone​​‌ that you sent‌​ me were truly⁠‌ invaluable.

Especially‌‍ the spell “Echo⁠ of the Soul”‌‍ was astounding. As⁠⁠ a result of⁠‌​ my experiments in‌ my underground laboratory,‍ I was able‍ to momentarily animate‍​ the corpse of⁠ a small animal.⁠ It is still‌ incomplete, but I am confident that⁠‍‌ soon we will‍‌ achieve greater results.‌

At‌​ the full moon‍ of next month​ you will naturally⁠ be able to​‌ visit the Duplain​‌⁠ family during Lady‍‍⁠ Diella’s debutante ball.​​

I hope we can​⁠‌ meet at the⁠⁠‌ promised place and​ talk in more​ detail. I also‍ want to share‌ some new spells​⁠ I have discovered.‍‍‍

Please,​ be careful. I feel that Prince⁠ Valerian has lately‍⁠‍ been too influenced⁠ by necromantic magic.​ Be very cautious‌ so that our⁠ secret does not‌​‌ leak out.

From​ your eternal comrade,⁠‌‍
Ellen

The‍⁠​ Count Belmierd, who‍ had read the‍ letter from the‍ underground laboratory to​‌⁠ the end, sat‍‍‌ at the desk​‌​ in his office‍ with a heavy‍ expression.

He⁠‍ placed the letter⁠​ on the table​ and looked at‍ the faces of‍‍‍ the vassals who​⁠ participated in the​ investigation.

Among‍‌​ them, Counselor Revilton,‌‌​ who led the​‌‌ investigation, spoke with​ his eyes closed.‌

“Upon​ examining the handwriting,⁠ it was done​ with Beloff ink‍ with a hydrangea​⁠ scent used by​​​ Lady Ellen. It‌‍ was also sealed⁠‌​ with the secret‌ seal of the‍ Belmierd family.”

“…”⁠‍

“This​‍ letter was not‍⁠ sent and simply​ remained in the‌ drawer. Perhaps it​ was rewritten due⁠ to some corrections,⁠‌ or the situation‌‌ may have changed.”‍

After⁠‍ him, Briana and‌​ the head maid‌ also recited the‌⁠ results of the​ investigation with grave‍‍‌ expressions.

“There​ was also a faint trace of‌⁠⁠ Lady Ellen’s perfume.‌ We investigated it‍‍⁠ directly with our‌​⁠ hounds, so it‌‌‌ is most likely⁠ true.”

“…”​⁠

The​‌ letter was about‌‌ exchanging opinions on⁠‍⁠ necromantic magic with‍⁠​ Valerian, the eldest⁠‍‍ son of the⁠ Duplain family.

According‍⁠⁠ to the known⁠‌ information, Valerian of‍​‌ the Duplain family‍⁠ gradually lost his​⁠ sanity because of​⁠ the necromantic relics​‍‌ of the White‍​ Zone and eventually​⁠​ went mad.

In‌ other words, this​⁠ was proof that​‍⁠ she had researched​‌ necromancy together with‌‌‍ that person.

Physical⁠⁠​ evidence and circumstances.‌​⁠

Both‍ matched exactly.

Ironically,‌ Ellen had attended⁠ the Duplain family’s‌​‌ party on the‌‌​ very day of‍‍‍ the great disaster.‍​​

Even‍‌ in a situation⁠⁠‌ where many died⁠ or were injured,⁠ Ellen emerged unscathed…⁠‌‌ Moreover, despite such‌⁠ a grave incident,​​⁠ she did not⁠‍ hold the Duplain⁠​‌ family responsible nor‍ demand compensation.

Circumstantial⁠ evidence alone is​​‍ not very powerful,​‌ but when several‍ conditions overlap, they‌ can acquire great​‍ weight.

Ellen’s​ visit to the​⁠ Duplain family was⁠⁠​ purely to celebrate‍ Diella’s social debut.‌‌

She⁠ did not hold​ the Duplain family⁠ responsible simply because‌⁠‍ she did not⁠ want to burden‌​​ Aiselin.

And‌​ she survived unharmed​‍ because she acted​‍​ quickly.

The‌‌ truth is often⁠⁠ that simple and‍​ insignificant. Ellen was⁠ broad-minded, mature, and⁠ compassionate, so she⁠‌ let it pass.​‍​

However,‌‌ those accumulated circumstances‍⁠ made her actions‌​ appear suspicious.

Could‍‍‌ it be that⁠​‍ she was truly​ colluding with the​‍ Duplain family to‍‍ research necromancy?

It⁠⁠ was enough to‍​ plant that seed‌​ of doubt for​⁠​ all this evidence​⁠⁠ and circumstance to​ play their role.⁠⁠‍

Count⁠​ Belmierd pressed his​‍ temples and let​‍ out a deep​ sigh.

Then,​‍‍ seated at his‍ desk, he spoke‍‍‍ to his vassals.‌‌

“I​‍⁠ don’t want to​‍ doubt Ellen.”

“…”​

“You‌‍​ all feel the‍ same, don’t you?”⁠

Count‌ Belmierd, who loved​ his daughter more‍​ than anything, was​‍ being put to⁠‌‍ the test.

In​ his heart, he​ wanted to return​‌ her freedom and‍ encourage her, saying⁠ Father believes in‍ you, so don’t‌‍​ worry about anything.​⁠​

But⁠⁠ he was the​‌ lord of the⁠‍ Belmierd territory, a position that ruled⁠‍‌ over numerous vassals‍ and subjects.

Rumors‍⁠ had already begun‌​​ circulating within the​​ mansion, and if⁠ not stopped, they‍⁠⁠ could spread to​ outside cities or‌​ even beyond the‍ territory.

If​‌⁠ it was revealed‌‌‍ that he had​‍ covered up the‌‌ enormous stain of⁠‌‌ necromancy simply because​‍​ she was his​ daughter, it would⁠​‌ escalate beyond Ellen’s​ problem into an⁠⁠‍ issue for the‍ entire Belmierd territory.‍‌⁠

A father before a count. A count⁠⁠ before a father.⁠‌

Trapped‍‍ in that dilemma,‍‍ Count Belmierd could⁠‌ only writhe in​‍ agony.

***⁠​‌

“Did​‌ you hear that‌ Lady Ellen was‌ involved in necromancy?‍⁠⁠ Do you think​‌‍ it’s true?”

“Oh,‍ come on. You⁠‌ know what kind‍​ of person Lady‌ Ellen is. Could‌​ that be possible?”​⁠

Doubt​‍ is like a tiny spark that‌ blooms among the‍⁠ branches. Usually, such‍​ doubts are not‍ powerful and disappear‌‌ quickly.

However,‌ sometimes they persist,⁠​ burn the branches,​‌ and end up⁠‌​ growing.

Doubt,‌⁠‌ when not resolved​​ definitively, lingers for‍ a long time,‌ exerting its influence⁠ just by remaining.‌

Rumors‌ get distorted, exaggerated,⁠‌ and embellished. What‍‍‍ breaks a person’s‍‌‍ spirit is the​​⁠ rumor that has⁠ been adorned.

These⁠ baseless rumors, which⁠ are neither logical​‍⁠ nor reasonable, corner​ people.

They⁠​⁠ break the heart⁠​‌ and make it‌​​ difficult to maintain⁠⁠ composure. Even the⁠⁠ wise lose clarity,‍​ and only the‌ sense of injustice‍ remains, rising like‍ waves and causing​⁠ one to lose​‍ calm.

What​ matters is time.​

What⁠ corrodes a person‍‌⁠ is not a great blow of​ pain that arrives‍⁠ all at once.‍⁠⁠

It​‍​ is the persistent​‌⁠ pain that gnaws‌‌‌ little by little​‌ at the edges‌ of the heart.​⁠‌

Each⁠​ small twist that‌‌ slowly pushes someone⁠ into a corner‌‌ often mixes into‌ daily life.

“Oh,​ it’s Lady Ellen.”‌‍

“Shh,‍‌‌ shh…! Don’t talk‌​ to her…!”

While⁠​⁠ being escorted by​ the servants to⁠‍ go eat, the‌ maids cleaning in‍ the garden sweated‍ cold and fled.‌‌‍

Thus,‌ a day passes,‍‍ and then another.‍‌

“But⁠​​ what about Lady⁠‌ Ellen?”

“She’s‍⁠ still under house⁠ arrest.”

“To‌‍ think that the⁠‌​ one who once⁠‍ reigned in the⁠‌ Rose Hall of​ Ebelstein is now‌⁠ confined so alone‌​ in her room…​ The results of⁠⁠ the investigation must⁠‌ have been quite​ serious…”

“Ho…‌ Could it be⁠ that she really⁠‌ practiced necromancy…?”

“Shh.‍‌​ Watch your mouth.”‍‍⁠

Late​⁠ at night. Upon⁠​ opening the window​‌‍ and reading a book, the secret⁠⁠‍ conversations of the‌⁠ servants could be⁠ heard seeping into‍‍ the room.

And⁠‌ so three days‌‌ passed, then four.‍

“What⁠⁠⁠ if, by chance,‌​‍ Lady Ellen really⁠ practiced necromancy?”

“Haven’t​⁠ you heard of​ the tragedy of⁠⁠ the Duplain family?‌ They will never…‌​⁠ never let it‌ go.”

“Then,‍​ what happens with‍‍ the heir position‍​ of the Belmierd‍‌ family?”

“Well…‍‍ Since young master⁠‍‍ Linus rejected it,‍ it would fall​⁠ to young master‍⁠ Leonard, but young⁠ master Leonard insisted‍⁠ it would never⁠‌⁠ happen, that he‍‌​ has no desire‌⁠‍ for power…”

“As⁠‍​ expected… He’s someone⁠ detached…”

It‌ was a conversation‍‍ that reached Ellen’s​‍⁠ ears, who was‌⁠ using detection magic⁠‍​ to gather information‌ from the adjoining​ room.

By‌ the fifth day,‍​ the weight on‌ her chest began‍ to grow heavier.⁠

“Lady‌​⁠ Ellen. I brought​‍‍ you some clothes‍​ to change into.”​‌

Briana’s⁠⁠⁠ cold gaze, becoming​ ever more professional.​​

“Lady‍ Ellen. We need​ to hear your‍​⁠ statement.”

Monter’s‍​‌ firm eyes, without‍‌ a trace of​‌‌ apology. Each scene⁠‌ of daily life‌‌ accumulated in her​​ heart like poison.‌⁠

The‌‌ terrifying thing is⁠‍ that she didn’t‌​​ even realize it.‌​​ A person’s mind‌⁠ is cornered very⁠⁠‍ slowly.

Like​⁠ a kettle put​‌ to the fire,‌ the temperature rises‌ little by little,⁠‌ and before noticing,‌⁠ one finds oneself​‍ swimming in unbearable‍⁠‌ heat.

When​⁠ she commanded the‍​ skies and lifted‌⁠ her nose with​​ power, everyone looked⁠ up at her.‌​⁠

The​ servants saw her​​​ as someone above⁠​‍ the clouds, the‍‌‌ maids assisted her‌ cautiously as if‍‍‍ she were porcelain,‌‍‌ and her family​‌ praised her as⁠‌‍ a flower.

But⁠⁠⁠ when the accumulated​​‌ suspicions finally reached​ a critical point,‍ something inside the​​ heart had to​ break.

“Ah…”‌

How‍‌‍ many days had​⁠ passed?

Ellen,⁠ sitting in a dark room with‌ a candelabra lit,‌‍ suddenly regained consciousness.​ She could barely‌⁠‍ feel how time​‌​ was passing.

A soft spring breeze‍‌‌ entered through the‍‌ half-open window. The​‌ moon in the‌ sky shone, but⁠‍⁠ it felt strangely​​​ cold.

Ellen‍ stood up and​‍‍ quickly shook her​⁠ head.

“I‍‍ lost my mind​ for a moment.‍⁠ That’s not like‌​‍ me.”

In⁠ this time, Ellen‌⁠ had tried to‍‌‌ clear the suspicions‌⁠​ in her own‍ way.

She‌ had tried to​‌ coax the servants‌ into telling her⁠ what the evidence‌​‌ was, and sent‍⁠ letters outside to‍‍ inform the Duplain‍⁠ family.

She‍‌​ also asked nobles​​ of the Rose‍​ Hall who might​‌ defend her, but​ found no one‍ with enough heart‌​ to get involved‍‍ in such a grave matter.

As‍‌ a result, she​​ found herself sitting​‍ in silence, staring‍​ at the candle‌ in the middle​ of a private‌​​ room where only⁠‌ the cold night‌ wind entered.

She​⁠⁠ was not someone‍ who lost consciousness‍​‌ easily. She had‍ never lost focus‍⁠⁠ even in the‌⁠​ most boring philosophy‍⁠​ classes.

It⁠⁠ was the first‍‍⁠ time she suddenly‍‍ lost it, so⁠‌‌ she washed her⁠⁠​ face and pulled⁠‍‌ her hair back.‌

“Yes.‍⁠‌ Do they intend⁠​ to corner me‌‌ this way? It’s‌⁠ unfortunate, but to⁠‍ rule means not⁠‍ being able to‌⁠​ escape suspicion and​ evidence. Do they‍‍‌ think I, who‌‌ have reigned as​ heir of the⁠‌ Belmierd family for‍⁠‌ so long, will‍ waver over such‌ a petty trick?”​​

In​ the end, the‍​ Belmierd family could‍⁠ not easily get​‌ rid of Ellen.‌‍

Even⁠ with numerous pieces​‌‍ of evidence, there‌ were still many​ servants who wanted​‍ to believe in‍ her.

However,​‌ the dark room​‌‌ still remained silent.⁠ With the cold‍​ wind entering and⁠ shaking the candle,‌ Ellen’s shadow also‍ trembled.

She⁠​ had not reached‌⁠⁠ that position alone.‌⁠

The‍ word “loneliness” only⁠ existed in the‌ dictionary. With so‍ many people who​‌ believed in her‌⁠ and followed her,‌ how could a small seed of⁠‍ doubt bring her⁠‌ down?

But‍⁠ she did not‌ know.

What⁠‌​ protects a person’s​⁠​ heart is not⁠ the respectful gaze⁠​ of those who​​ follow. Secular authority⁠ does not protect‌‍ the heart.

When‌ anxiety and suspicion‌⁠ heat slowly for​⁠ a long time,⁠ even a fish⁠‍‍ in an aquarium‌ eventually stops breathing.‌​

The​‍⁠ only difference is​​​ whether it takes⁠‌ a week or‌ a month. The​‌‌ moment inevitably arrives.​⁠

As‍⁠ Ellen stood and‌ looked at the‌‍‌ mirror in the‌​ corner of the‍⁠ room, she shuddered.‍‍​

Empty⁠ eyes. Brittle hair.‌‌

Wondering‍ if it was‌ really her, she‌‌‌ quickly rubbed her⁠⁠⁠ eyes and took​​ a comb from‍‌ the drawer to⁠ fix her hair.⁠‌

“Maintaining⁠‌ appearance is the‌⁠‌ most basic of‍‌ basics… What has⁠⁠​ happened to me…?”⁠

Ellen‌ began to comb‌⁠⁠ herself with trembling‌​ fingers.

But⁠‍‌ the brushing felt‌​ clumsy. The ends​​ seemed tangled and‌⁠ it was not⁠ easy to pass‌ the comb completely.⁠

Only‍​ then did she‍‌ realize. How long‍ had it been‍‍ since she last⁠ combed herself?

The⁠⁠ maids who always‌​‍ followed her as‌‌⁠ if they were‌​ part of her⁠ body were the‌⁠ ones who fixed⁠ her hair. She‍‌‍ could not even‍ remember the last​ time she had⁠ done it by​⁠ herself.

And​‍ then, the dark​‍⁠ room returned to​ her sight.

There⁠ was no one.⁠‌‍

She,⁠ who had ruled‍‍⁠ the world, who‍ reigned as a king of Belmierd,​ who was famous​‍‌ as the lady‌⁠ of the Rose‌⁠ Hall, the flower‍⁠ of the inner‌​ chambers.

She​‌ was power itself.‍⁠

But​ at her side,‍‌ there was only​⁠ empty darkness.

There⁠​ is no one⁠⁠‍ here. That fact‍‍ does not change,​⁠⁠ no matter how‍‌​ many times she‍ closes her eyes‍ and opens them‌​⁠ again.

In​​ this narrow room,⁠⁠ there is no⁠​‍ one.

***‌

‘It‍‌‌ seems to be⁠‌‍ the necromancy book‍‍ from Rodentz Island.’⁠‌

The‌‍ necromancy book found‍‍⁠ in Ellen’s room⁠‍ was a dangerous‍ object, so it‌​‍ seemed that the‌ high servants had⁠⁠ quickly dealt with‍‍ it and sealed‍ it with magic.‍⁠‍

However,⁠ traces still remained​ in the basement.‌‍​ Standing alone in‌ the basement steeped​‌‌ in the smell⁠‌​ of blood, Dereck‍​ breathed deeply as‍ he felt the‌⁠​ lingering traces of​​ that magic.

‘Yes.‌‍‌ It was strange​​ from the moment‌‌‍ he suddenly converted​​ to religion and​‌ went on pilgrimage.’⁠

Dereck‌​⁠ murmured to himself‌ as he observed⁠‌ the basement, filled⁠‌ with a sticky‍‌‍ air. It was⁠‍‍ known as Ellen’s⁠‍ necromancy research laboratory.⁠​‍

After‍⁠ reporting to the‌ Ravenclaw Barony about‍⁠ the news of‌​⁠ Belmierd, Dereck had‌‍‍ returned as a guest. Seeing this‍ chaotic environment, it⁠ was strange that⁠‍ outside guests were⁠‍ being received at‍ all.

If​ the head of‍⁠ the family were‍‌​ in his right‌​ mind, there would​ be no reason‍ to bring outsiders‌ into the mansion​‌ in such a situation.

Nevertheless,​‌ Dereck could freely​⁠⁠ wander through the‌⁠ Belmierd family as‌‌ a guest.

That​⁠⁠ seemed to have​‌ some significance in⁠ this situation.

‘…’‍‍‍

Dereck‌‌ rested his chin​ on his hand⁠‍​ for a moment,​​‍ then shook his​⁠‌ head and heavily‌ climbed the stairs‍ leading to the⁠‍ surface.

— There is information‍‌⁠ that low-ranking necromancers‍ who escaped from⁠‍ Rodentz Island have⁠​ hidden in Ebelstein.‍‌ If we capture‌‌⁠ and interrogate them,⁠ we could obtain‌‌​ some clues about⁠ that 6-star necromancer.⁠​

Before​‌⁠ coming to the⁠‌ Belmierd family, Trisha‌​‌ had made this‍‍‌ request to Dereck.‍‍​

Dereck​⁠ had refused.

He‌​‌ was not someone‍⁠ very well-versed in⁠‍⁠ necromancy.

However,​ there was something‌ he did know.‍⁠

The​ existence of the‍​‍ faceless 6-star necromancer,⁠ whom the necromancers‍‌⁠ of Rodentz Island​⁠ revered as a prophet.

It‍⁠ was almost unknown‍‍‌ to the world,‌‍‍ but her followers‍ had a common‍⁠‌ trait.

A deep desire for‌ necromancy.

Step,‍‍ step.

While‌ climbing the stairs,‍ Dereck became convinced.​‍‍

It⁠ seemed that Leonard​‌‍ was one of⁠‍ the necromancers of‍ Rodentz Island who⁠⁠‌ had been hunted‌​ by the Renouel​‍ Viscounty. He seemed⁠​⁠ to be a survivor who escaped⁠‌ when the island‌⁠‍ was raided. The‍ fact that traces​‌ of necromancy still​ remained at this⁠‍‌ moment fit too⁠ well.

In‍⁠‌ short, he had​​ never gone on​‌ pilgrimage in the‌ first place. If‍⁠ anything, his pilgrimage⁠⁠ had been to⁠⁠​ Rodentz Island, the‌ seat of necromancy.​‍⁠

Dereck⁠ let out a chuckle while climbing​ the stairs.

There​⁠ was no proof.‌​‌ But it did‍‍⁠ not matter.

Proof‍ could be manufactured.‌‌

Just‌​ as Leonard had‍‍ done.

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