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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 101: Power and Love (6)

Chapter 101: Power and Love (6)

“Did‌​ a letter arrive‍‌ from Baron Ravenclaw?”‍

Early⁠⁠​ in the morning,‌ Lady Trisha, who​ was being dressed‌ with the help​⁠ of the maid‌ of the mansion,⁠ wore a perplexed⁠⁠‍ expression.

Not‍​ even ten days‍‌‍ had passed since⁠ she was rejected‍ when she tried​​‍ to assign Dereck​‍ a task.

Of‌‍⁠ course, the task‍ itself was also⁠​ a pretext to‌‌‍ maintain contact with​​‌ Dereck, the most⁠‍ renowned magic master​​ in Ebelstein. However,⁠⁠‌ it was hard‌​ to deny the‍⁠ importance of finding‌​‌ the necromancer on⁠​ Rodentz Island.

It‍​ was a double-benefit⁠‌‌ strategy to earn‍⁠‍ the favor of‍‌ Lady Renewel and‍ maintain contact with⁠​‌ Dereck. But the‌ request was rejected⁠‌ for being too‍ dangerous, and everything‍‌‌ fell apart.

However,⁠ the letter from‌‌‍ Dereck that arrived‌ early in the⁠ morning rendered all⁠​⁠ of that irrelevant.⁠⁠⁠

“It‍‌ seems we have⁠‌​ found a necromancer‌⁠‌ who would be​ a survivor of‍‍​ Rodentz Island.”

Upon‌ reading the letter⁠ that began with​ that single line,‌​⁠ Lady Trisha could⁠‍‍ not help but​‍​ harden her expression.‍‌

***⁠

Almost‍‌ ten days had⁠ passed since Ellen’s⁠ house arrest began,‌ and finally, unable‌⁠ to endure it‌‌ any longer, Count‌ Belmierd summoned his‍ high vassals, immediate​ family members, and​ most trusted servants​ to the study⁠ of the count’s⁠ mansion.

No‌⁠‍ matter how much⁠ they examined the​‌​ clues in Ellen’s‍ room, the only⁠ conclusion they reached​ was that Ellen‍‍ had been researching‌‌ necromancy.

“Your‌ Excellency…”

Briana⁠ looked worriedly at⁠ Count Belmierd’s expression.⁠

The⁠⁠ count’s face was​‌⁠ as haggard as​​‍ Ellen’s, as if‌​‌ he too were‌ cornered.

As​ time passed, public⁠ opinion toward Ellen⁠ worsened.

Thinking⁠ about it, testimonies‍‍ accumulated that Ellen‌‌ had been seen​⁠‍ wandering the mansion​‍⁠ late at night,⁠​ when no one‍ was around.

In‌‌ reality, all she‍ had done was​ go out to⁠​​ gaze at the​⁠⁠ moon because she​​ could not sleep.⁠

There‍​ were also plenty‍​ of testimonies that⁠ she often looked⁠⁠‍ tired, as if​⁠⁠ she had stayed‍‌ up all night.​​‍ People wondered if⁠‍ she had been​‍ researching necromancy during‍ the night, when​‌​ everyone else slept.⁠‍⁠

In​​ truth, she was‍‍⁠ simply staying up​⁠ all night studying,‌‌‌ or she just‍⁠ wasn’t feeling well.⁠

Many​ also claimed that​‍‌ she abruptly changed⁠​ the subject whenever⁠ necromancy came up​‌ in conversation.

For⁠ her, speaking of⁠‍ necromancy was taboo.​

Suspicions​⁠​ gave rise to‍ more suspicions, and‍ doubts to new‌ doubts.

Leonard,⁠ who was watching‌ the situation from​‍ a corner along‍⁠ with the vassals,‍⁠ quietly lowered his​ head. He had‍ to suppress the⁠​‌ urge to smile.​⁠‌

In‌‌‍ reality, there were⁠‌ only two direct⁠ pieces of evidence​ of that conspiracy—the‍​ laboratory found beneath​ Ellen’s room and⁠‌⁠ the letter that‍​‍ seemed to have​​​ been written by‍⁠ her.

The‌​‍ laboratory had been‌⁠⁠ prepared by Leonard.‌

The⁠ secret room beneath⁠‍ the heir’s chambers‍ was known to⁠⁠ the head of‍ family and some‌ high-ranking vassals. It‍​‌ was a hidden​⁠ space for emergency‌⁠‍ evacuations.

However,‍ for decades the​‍ authority of the‌‌ Belmierds had never‍⁠ been threatened, so⁠⁠⁠ that room had⁠‌​ fallen into oblivion.​

Leonard​​ slowly transformed it‍‍ into a necromancy⁠​ laboratory and left‍​ incriminating traces against​‌‌ Ellen when she​​⁠ was not there.‌

The​‍‍ letter too had​ been cunningly fabricated‌‌⁠ by Leonard, mixing‌ numerous truths and⁠‍‍ lies. He knew‍ Ellen had visited⁠⁠​ the Duplain family,‍⁠ so he altered⁠​‌ the facts in​​ a way that‍ made it difficult⁠‍ to discern where‍ reality ended and⁠ invention began.

Once‍‌​ suspicion was planted‌​ in public opinion,‍⁠ all he had‍⁠ to do was​ wait. Circumstantial evidence‍‌‌ had a tendency​ to multiply on‌⁠​ its own.

He‌ continued to spread‍ filthy rumors about‌ Ellen, who had⁠‍‍ once been the‍‌⁠ flower of the​​‌ count’s family.

It​⁠ did not matter‍​ if they were‍​ accepted as truth‌​ or denied as‌‌‍ falsehood.

As‌ long as doubts‍‍ were sown, as‌ long as people​‍‌ were made to​ question the facts​‍ and become confused‌​ about where the‍‍ truth lay—surprisingly, that‍​‍ alone was enough‍​ to turn half​ of public opinion​‍ against her.

That‍ is how the​⁠ masses are controlled.‍‍ Once that flow‌​ is created, everything‍ becomes simple. Logic‍​⁠ and reason no​‌ longer matter.

“Father.”⁠‌​

Leonard‍ stepped forward from⁠‌‌ among the gathered⁠⁠‌ vassals.

Count‌ Belmierd still remembered‍‍ him as the​​ devout clergyman he⁠⁠ had been.

He‌⁠ felt quite guilty​⁠ for not having‍‍ given him the⁠​ proper welcome after​ his pilgrimage due‌ to the rumors,‍ but for now⁠‍ Ellen’s matter was‌ the priority.

“Leonard.​⁠‍ You…”

“You‌‍‍ must be strong,‍​ Father.”

Leonard‌ spoke with a pained expression.

Outwardly,‌⁠ he was nothing‌​ but a lamb‌‍​ pursuing faith, uninterested‍⁠ in the family’s​​‌ succession rights.

It‌​ was something no⁠⁠ vassal could say,​‍​ but Leonard, as‌‌ the only blood‍ relative present, could.⁠

“Ellen‌ too is a lamb. Sometimes… she⁠​⁠ loses her way…”‌

“Leonard…!”‍‍

“It‍​ pains me to​ say this, but⁠‍ isn’t this the​‌​ situation we are​ in…?”

Leonard‌‍‍ spoke through clenched⁠ teeth, his chest​⁠ trembling.

Seeing‍​‍ the emotions mixed​ in his face,‍​ Count Belmierd held⁠⁠‌ his breath.

“Perhaps​⁠⁠ it is a blessing we discovered‍ it early… Remember⁠ the tragedy of​ the Duplain family,‌⁠‍ don’t you, Father?”‍

“You​‍ want me to‌⁠ doubt Ellen?”

“Ellen‍‍ was a noble‍ person who spared‍⁠ no effort to⁠‍‌ obtain power. But,⁠ sometimes, while walking⁠ the straight path,⁠ one can be‌​ tempted by shortcuts‌ and fall into⁠ traps.”

Learning⁠⁠ necromancy is a taboo for a mage, but for⁠ one who craves⁠‍‍ power, it means⁠‌ having a secret‍ weapon no one⁠⁠​ else knows.

Controlling‌‌ corpses, overcoming death,​ and commanding the‍‌ mind implies the⁠​ ability to manipulate‌ without anyone noticing.‍

On‌ the path to​​ power, the temptation​ to obtain such‌‍‍ a secret power⁠​​ often arises.

“It‌ was only a momentary mistake. Recognizing⁠ that fact and​ striving to correct⁠​ it is all⁠​​ that is needed.‍ Ignoring reality will⁠‌‌ only make things‍‌⁠ worse… Father…!”

“Leonard…!”‍‌

“Father.‌ I beg you‍ to hear my​​ counsel…”

Leonard​ pushed his way‌‍​ further forward and‌⁠‌ bowed respectfully before‌ the desk.

“The⁠‌‍ position of successor?⁠ I have no​‍ desire for it.‍‌‍ Let anyone take‍‌‌ it. You may⁠⁠‌ even call my‍ brother Linus back‍ and make him‌​‌ the successor.”

Linus‌‌⁠ would never return⁠​‌ to the Belmierd‍‌⁠ family.

Either‍​ way, once Ellen⁠‌‍ fell from power,⁠ no matter how​‌⁠ much he pretended​ to worry and‍‍⁠ dither, Count Belmierd‍⁠ would have no​‌‌ choice but to​‌ designate Leonard as​ successor.

It‌​​ was a bluff⁠ he could afford⁠‌ because he knew⁠ that fact well.⁠‌ Leonard was acting‍ perfectly as a lamb without ambitions‍ of succession.

“It​ must be corrected​ now. That is…‍ the way to⁠‍ prevent further harm‌‍⁠ to the Belmierd‍‍‍ family…”

Leonard‌ twisted his expression⁠ as if giving​‌ sincere advice.

Count‍‍ Belmierd, watching him,‍‌‌ could not raise⁠‌ his voice. The‍‍ majority of the‍‍‍ mansion’s servants already‍ harbored seeds of‍ suspicion against Ellen.‌‍⁠

At​ this point, if‌‍ even the head‌‌ of family turned‍‌ his back on⁠ her, it was​​‌ impossible to foresee⁠​‌ how the situation⁠ would unfold.

The‌⁠ count, his face‍⁠‌ filled with anguish⁠​⁠ for a long‌‍​ while, finally ran‌‍‍ a hand over‍ his face and⁠ spoke.

“Even​ so, I must⁠ hear Ellen’s excuse.”​‍

As‍ a father, he​ could not turn⁠​ his back completely.⁠​​

“Briana.‌ When the sun‍ rises tomorrow, I will personally confront‍‌ Ellen with the⁠​‍ evidence. There I will decide her⁠ fate. Though until‍⁠‍ now we have⁠‌ kept the results‌ of the investigation‌​ secret, from tomorrow​⁠ she too will‌ know.”

Seeing⁠‍‍ Count Belmierd, who‌‍‌ remained cautious until​‍ the end, Leonard‍​ could not help​‍‍ but click his‍‌ tongue silently.

But‌ Leonard knew.

He⁠‍ had already been‍​ going in and‌​‌ out of the⁠‍​ mansion, checking Ellen’s‌‌ situation on several⁠​ occasions.

She​‍⁠ pretended otherwise, but‍ she was already‌​‍ cornered.

***‍

“Huff,⁠‌ huff.”

She​ felt something like​‌⁠ a sticky liquid⁠‍ sliding down the​‍‌ tip of her⁠‌‍ hair.

For⁠⁠‌ the first time,⁠‍ she realized that​‍ this was the⁠ feeling of her⁠‍ mind growing hazy.​‍‍ Sitting in her​​‌ private room, Ellen⁠ felt her throat‌‌ tighten each time‍ she breathed.

It​ would have been​​ better to be​​ locked away completely.⁠

Being‌ watched during meals,​⁠ receiving suspicious looks⁠⁠⁠ from everyone, hearing⁠ whispers in the⁠ garden, and feeling​‌‌ the futility of‌‍ the power that⁠⁠ once pierced the‍‌‍ sky.

And‌​⁠ in the midst‍​ of that anxiety,‍ having to endure​‌ day after day.​ One feels a strange sensation as​‍ if one’s vision⁠​ begins to blur.⁠⁠

Late​ at night, when‌ even the sound​‍ of insects had‌ ceased.

A ringing in her​‌‍ ears, the flickering‍‍​ shadows of the‌ candles, darkness and⁠‌​ more darkness.

She‌‍ was a young‌‌⁠ woman who stretched‌⁠⁠ her hand toward​‍ the stars in‌‌ the sky, and​ having raced upward‍ her whole life,‍​ she did not‍​‍ know the pain‍‍⁠ of falling.

Even⁠‍‍ the close servants⁠ and attendants who‍⁠ had admired her‌ all her life⁠ were, in the‍⁠⁠ end, only a crowd swept along⁠ by power and⁠‌⁠ public opinion.

She‌‌ had never had‌⁠‌ the chance to‌‌⁠ learn to distinguish⁠‌⁠ between those who⁠‍ would truly remain⁠‍ by her side⁠‌‍ and those who⁠‌‌ were nothing but‌ byproducts drawn by‍‌‍ fleeting power.

Those‍ who have never⁠⁠ hit bottom do​ not know how​​ to distinguish who‍‍⁠ is truly by‌‌⁠ their side.

As​ you wander between‌⁠​ the cracks of⁠‌ confusion and doubt,​ suddenly you feel‍‌ as if the‌​​ world around you​ is wrapped in‍‌‍ fog.

At​ some point, you​ stop combing your​‌ hair. You don’t‌‍ even rub your‌ tired eyes.

Withering⁠​‍ slowly, your self-assurance​​⁠ and confidence begin⁠ to fade.

An​​ extraordinary mind, mental​​⁠ agility, exceptional magical‌​ skills, noble appearance—the​​‌ only thing the‌⁠⁠ young woman lacked⁠​⁠ was experience.

The​‍ experience of standing‍‍ firm with both⁠‍ feet before the‌ crowd staring at⁠​​ her.

“Ridiculous…​ Do they think‌‌ I would be‌ swayed by such​ deception…?”

She⁠⁠‍ repeated the words‍​‌ with empty eyes,​​ biting her nails.​ There was no‌‌ life left in‌ her, only a miserable pride barely‍​ holding on.

The‌‍ young woman realized.⁠​ The support of​​‍ the crowd, like⁠⁠‍ reeds, is as​⁠ fleeting as a passing dream.

If‌⁠ she fell, that⁠ support would vanish‌‌​ like the wind,‍ only a façade.‌‍‌

“Yes,⁠ it seems they⁠⁠ are trying to⁠ sow seeds of‍​‌ doubt while buying‍ time… If only‌⁠ I could reach⁠ Duplain… If only…⁠​ ugh…”

A vomit devoid of‌ dignity rose in‌‍ her throat. Ellen‌‌ collapsed.

Had‍ she ever fallen​‌ like this before?‍​

Neither⁠⁠‍ the authority that‌‍​ once seemed to⁠ pierce the heavens,​⁠ nor the magical⁠⁠ skills that left​‍⁠ all speechless when⁠‌ witnessed, nor the‍‍⁠ rivals who could⁠⁠⁠ not compare to⁠⁠ her had ever‍ dragged Ellen into​⁠‍ such a pit​ of despair.

Even⁠​ when countless noble​ ladies succumbed to‍⁠ the burden and​⁠​ pressure, Ellen never‌‌ lost her will.⁠

But‍ now, it was​⁠ only rumors, doubts,​​ and time.

Not‌‌‍ a great evil,‌​ not a great‍​ cause that engulfed⁠‌ the world, not⁠ a fatal nemesis.‌ Only that.

It‌⁠​ was only that‌​⁠ which eroded the​‌ fragile trust of‍​ the crowd that‌‌‍ followed power.

Even‍⁠‌ the servants who‍‌ had built trust‍‌ throughout a lifetime‍ now cast her‌​⁠ suspicious glances.

She‍‍ could not even⁠⁠‍ voice her discontent‌‌‍ at that fact.‍⁠‌

A play she had‍‌ seen in her⁠ childhood at the​⁠ Kalimford Theater came‌​ to mind.

It⁠⁠‌ was the day⁠‌ Ellen left the‌‌‍ theater with a scornful grimace.

The‌ moving song of‌ the protagonist on‌‍⁠ stage, who chose⁠⁠ love over power,‌ tickled her ears.‍‌

Had‍ the playwright understood⁠ it subconsciously? No‍⁠​ flower blooms forever,‌ and in the⁠‍ end, the essence‌‌⁠ of that flower​ called power is‍‍ to wither.

She⁠‌ had spent her‌ entire life chasing⁠⁠ that façade called​‌​ power.

Those‍‍​ beings who walked​‍​ calmly toward the⁠ throne seemed admirable,‍​‌ and she had‌ wished to sit‌⁠⁠ at their side.‌‌

Tap,⁠ tap.

The⁠ rain that had‍⁠‌ begun to fall‌⁠‍ struck the window.⁠‍

At‍⁠​ first intermittently, but​​ soon the downpour​⁠ began to mirror‍‌‍ Ellen’s heart.

For‌‍ what have I lived? Why did‍‍ I cling so​ desperately to the‌⁠ sand that would​‍​ slip through my⁠⁠‌ fingers the harder‌ I clenched my​​‍ fist?

I don’t know. I know nothing. The⁠ young woman who‍ had run unhesitatingly⁠​ down a well-paved‌ path for so​‍ long was, for⁠‍ the first time,‌‍‍ experiencing the depths​​ of being lost.‌ It left such⁠⁠ a void in​ her heart that⁠⁠‌ she could not‍ even think of​⁠ the false accusation‌‌ of necromancy weighing‍ on her.

Swoosh.‍

The‌ rain outside the‍‍‌ window grew completely⁠‍​ fierce, and even⁠‌ lightning began to⁠ strike intermittently.

Suddenly,‍​ the ceremonial dagger‍‌ in the corner​⁠ of the room⁠ caught the young​ woman’s attention.

If‍⁠ she yielded to⁠ her misery and⁠ pressed the blade‌ to her neck⁠‍⁠ here and now,⁠‌‍ would the servants⁠‍ understand her innocence?‍​⁠

If‍ they found her⁠⁠⁠ cold and lifeless​​‍ in the morning,⁠ with tears of⁠ anguish in her‌ eyes, would the‍‌‌ servants then understand‌ Ellen’s injustice?

Such‍‌ an impulse is‌​‍ irrational.

How‍⁠‍ could one end‌‍‍ a noble life​⁠‍ over a false‌ accusation? It makes​ no sense.

Yet,‌ that forbidden impulse⁠⁠ always came regardless​ of reason or​‍​ understanding.

Those​‍ who end their⁠⁠ lives do not​​ do so after‌‌ calculating everything.

They‍‍‍ simply fail to⁠‌‌ withstand the impact‍ of the moment,‌ the dark impulse‍ that enters their​⁠ heart right now,⁠‌ leading them to‌‌‌ an irreversible end.​‍

If​‍​ they could endure‍‍ that instant, there‍ might be a way out, but‍‌‍ countless people choose⁠​⁠ to end their‍‍ immediate suffering.

Cornering‌‍ one’s own heart​‌ was something like​⁠ that.

When⁠⁠ Ellen took up‌ the dagger with​⁠ clouded pupils and​​⁠ gazed at it,‍‍ her once blazing‍‍⁠ red eyes had​ turned ashen, as‌⁠ if they no⁠⁠⁠ longer had the⁠​‍ strength to burn.⁠‌‌

Her‌‍​ fingers trembled as​⁠‍ she held it.‌

Eventually,‌‍ she shut her​‌ eyes tightly.

“Lady‌​‌ Ellen, as you​ clash with various‌ enemies in noble⁠‍ society, surely a time will come‌​​ when you stumble⁠​⁠ upon a stone​​ or face everyone’s‍ suspicion and ridicule.‍⁠‍ Even if it‍‍‌ is not a crisis that shakes​ your life as⁠‌‍ mine did, it​​ could still corner⁠⁠ your heart and⁠⁠‌ mind.”

These‌‌⁠ were the words​​‌ of a certain‌‍ lady, who had​⁠‍ faced such great‌⁠ pain that such‌ trials seemed trivial,⁠ spoken while seated​​ in the corridor‍‌‌ of Elfontaine Hall.‍​​

She​‌‌ smiled broadly and​ extended her fist‍‍​ toward Ellen.

“That​ is the moment‍​ to look around​ you.”

Crash!​

Swoosh!‍​‌ Bang!

At⁠ once, the window‍​‍ shattered and rain⁠​ poured into the‌ room.

Ellen’s‍‍⁠ room was protected‌‌ by numerous guards,⁠​⁠ making it difficult‌​‌ for anyone to‌​ enter easily.

However,​ the unwanted guest⁠ created the illusion‌⁠ of thunder with‍⁠⁠ a confusion spell‍⁠​ to mask the‍ sound of breaking‌⁠​ glass and then​⁠ burst through the‌ window from the‌⁠​ outer wall as‍‍ if it were⁠ nothing.

The​ man, seemingly accustomed​ to moving in‌‌​ such severe weather,⁠ dropped his soaked​‍⁠ cloak as he‍ straightened inside the‍‍​ room.

And​ without hesitation, he‌​​ firmly grabbed the​‍ blade of the⁠ dagger in the‍‌‌ young woman’s hand.​‌

Drip,‌‍ drip.

Red‌ blood flowed down‌‍‌ the blade.

Ellen⁠⁠ was so shocked‌‍ she could not​ even scream.

“…”​​⁠

Clang!⁠​​ Clang!

The‍‌ man wrenched the​⁠ dagger away and​‍‌ flung it to‌ the ground, then‍​ pushed Ellen back.‍‍‍

As⁠​ her posture collapsed‌ without strength, the‌​ man shook his​​ hands and pulled‌ a letter from‍‌ his chest, setting‍ it on Ellen’s‍‌ table.

There‍ were two letters.​​⁠ One bore the‍‍⁠ seal of the‌⁠‍ Duplain family, the‍ other the seal​ of the Renuel​‍⁠ family.

“Huh,‍‍​ ugh…”

As​ Ellen barely regained​ her breath, the​⁠ white-haired man roughly‍ wiped the blood⁠​ from his hands⁠⁠ and straightened his‍​‍ stance.

A lightning bolt flashed,⁠⁠‍ and his red​⁠ eyes shone with‌ intensity.

If‌ you can claim‍ you have lived‍‌​ a life of‌ worth.

Even‍‌ if all turn‍ their backs on​​​ you, there will​ always be someone‍ who remains by‍⁠‍ your side.

As⁠‌ if to prove⁠⁠⁠ that fact, the​⁠ man stood firm​‌ with the rain⁠ pouring down behind‌ him.

Though​ no explanation had⁠ yet been given,‌‌ the gaunt girl​ lying on the​ floor with wide​ eyes instinctively sensed‍​‍ it.

For‍​ some reason, she‍⁠‌ thought.

That‍​​ man was Ellen’s​‌ ally.

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