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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 103: Power and Love (8)

Chapter 103: Power and Love (8)

“The‌‍ dormitory building looks⁠ like it will​‌‌ be finished by​⁠ the week after⁠ next, but the‍⁠⁠ classroom building will‍ still take more​‍ time. The progress⁠‌⁠ itself is decent,‍⁠ but I’m not​⁠ sure we can⁠‍ meet the deadline.”‌​‍

“Please,​​‍ maintain the current​‍​ pace. We can⁠‍ consider delaying the​‌⁠ start date of⁠⁠ lessons, but let’s​ see how it‍ progresses for now.”​

Aiselin‍‌‌ was sitting at​​‍ her desk, twirling‍​ her hair, with‌ a pile of‌‌‍ account books, architectural‍‍ blueprints, and workers’‍‌‍ reports.

The‌​​ next cash acquisition‍⁠ date, the state​ of construction, details⁠‍ of the young‌ ladies who would⁠ arrive for lessons,​ the hiring of‍ assistant instructors, the‌​​ mansion’s finances… She‌​​ was deeply immersed‍⁠​ in all that⁠ vast content, looking‍‍ in every way‌ like a businesswoman.​​​

“…”‌

Outwardly,​ Pheline played the‌ role of baroness,⁠ but she couldn’t‍‍ even read an‍ account book, while‌‍​ Aiselin seemed to⁠​​ have already taken​ full control of​‌ the finances.

‘Why​⁠⁠ can’t this person‍‍ just be the‌‍​ baroness?’

Pheline​⁠ was sweating in‍‌​ a corner of‌ the office, dressed⁠​‍ in an outfit⁠ that didn’t suit‍ her at all.​‌‌

Despite​‌​ the hot weather,⁠⁠⁠ Aiselin was completely⁠⁠ absorbed in the‌‌⁠ work of the‌⁠⁠ training center, going​⁠ back and forth‍⁠‍ between the construction‍ site and the⁠⁠ office without concern.‌

“Oh,‌ oh heavens… Pheline.‌‍ I’m sorry. As​ you can see,⁠‍​ Baron Ravenclaw is⁠​​ undergoing a great‍ transition. I haven’t⁠⁠‍ been able to⁠ properly attend to⁠‍‍ our guest.”

“Ah,⁠ no. Technically, I’m‍ the hostess and‍ Miss Aiselin is‍‌⁠ the guest.”

“Oh,‌​‍ right… I’m sorry.⁠​ When I get‍‍ too absorbed in‍ work, I sometimes⁠⁠⁠ lose track of‌‌‍ things…”

This⁠‌​ young noblewoman, who‌‍‍ was practically the​‍ pillar of the⁠‍ Duplain Duchy, was‍⁠ buried in the‌​​ account books of​‌‌ this remote barony⁠‌‌ for unknown reasons,⁠ but Pheline assumed‍​ Dereck had some‍⁠‍ purpose.

“As‌ I mentioned, Miss‍‍‍ Pheline, you must⁠ play the role⁠‌ of hostess at‌ the training center’s‍ inauguration. As baroness,​‌‌ you will receive⁠‌​ the utmost respect.”‌

“…But,‌‌​ where is Dereck?”‍

“Lord​ Dereck is currently‍ at Count Belmierd’s⁠⁠ estate on urgent⁠ business. He said‌‍ he would return‍‍ soon after finishing‍‌‍ his work, so​‍‍ we need to⁠​⁠ settle the important‌ matters before then.”​‌‌

“Belmierd’s…‍ estate?”

It⁠ wasn’t exactly close,⁠‍ so Pheline couldn’t‍‌⁠ help but tilt⁠​‍ her head, puzzled‌​ by the sudden⁠‌ visit.

“I‌​ heard Lady Ellen⁠‌ is in great​ danger… I’m truly⁠ worried. They say‌‍ necromancy is involved,​‍ which makes it‍⁠ even more frightening.”‌‍

Aiselin​​ had heard the⁠​ details from the​ Belmierd estate and‌⁠ had written a letter as Dereck⁠ had requested.

She⁠ wrote content that⁠ would help defend​​​ Ellen. Dereck took‍ the letter and⁠‌⁠ returned to the‌‌ Belmierd estate, so‍ the main issues​​‌ would soon be‌‍ resolved.

“Why⁠⁠​ is Dereck… helping‍‍‌ with Count Belmierd’s​‌ affairs?”

“Well,‌‍⁠ partly due to⁠⁠‍ some coincidences… Also,‍​‌ the former heir,⁠ Lord Linus, asked‌ Dereck for a favor.”

The⁠‍​ former heir, Linus,‌‌ had asked Dereck⁠ to support Ellen⁠⁠ during her crisis‍‌‍ in exchange for​‌ helping him obtain‌‍ the baron title.‌‌⁠

So​‌ it was natural⁠​⁠ for Dereck to⁠⁠ actively support Ellen,‍⁠‌ though there were⁠‍‍ some unsatisfactory aspects.‌​

‘Come⁠‌​ to think of‌‍ it, why did‍‍⁠ Lord Linus relinquish​ the position of‍ heir of the‌ Belmierd estate?’

‘And‌‌ how did he​ predict that Lady‍⁠‌ Ellen would fall​ into such a crisis?’

‘It’s‍ also strange that‌⁠ he specifically asked‍ Lord Dereck for‍​‌ help. If he‌​ needed a noble‍ to back her,⁠ there were many‍ others he could‍ have asked…’

The​⁠‍ actions of that​‍​ young man named⁠‍ Linus, who seemed‍‍​ free-spirited, were too‍‌‌ difficult to understand​‍‍ at face value.​

In⁠ any case, since⁠⁠⁠ he had been‌ one of the‌​‍ most decisive people‌​ in helping Dereck‌ secure the baron‌ title, Dereck didn’t‍‌ seem to have​‌‍ many questions.

‘I‌ hope everything ends⁠‍ well without major⁠⁠‌ problems.’

Thinking‍‍ that, Aiselin moved‌ her pen again.‌

As​ Pheline watched from‌ the corner of​ the office, she⁠‍ wondered if that​‌ girl was really⁠ the flower of‌‍‌ the Duplain Duchy.‍⁠

When‍ observed quietly, she‌‍⁠ only looked like​ an employee of​‌‌ Baron Ravenclaw.

***‌‍

The⁠ next day, the​‌‍ margrave of Belmierd‍​ gathered all the​ high-ranking vassals and‌ direct blood relatives​‍⁠ in the main‌⁠ hall of the‌‌⁠ mansion.

Behind‌‌​ the butler and‌⁠⁠ the head maid,‌​⁠ several key servants‍‌ stood in line⁠⁠‍ with their heads‍‍⁠ bowed, and from‌​ the grand administrator,‍⁠ the mercenary commander,⁠ the treasurer, the​ legal officer, the‍ intelligence officer, to‍ the magical adviser—the⁠​ veteran vassals who‌⁠‌ were like the‍ arms and legs⁠‌ of the margrave‍‌‍ of Belmierd were‍‌‍ seated.

They‌ were all busy⁠ people, but the​ reason for forcibly​​ gathering them in​‌​ one place was​​‍ obvious.

It‌ was to decide​⁠ Ellen’s fate that‌ day and announce‍‍​ the result to‍‍ the whole family.‌​

Depending‌‌‍ on how the​‌ margrave of Belmierd,‌ her father, handled⁠‌ Ellen’s case, accused‌ of dabbling in‌‌ necromancy, the direction‍‌ of the family‍‍⁠ would be greatly​​‍ shaken.

Creak.​⁠

Thud,⁠‌ thud.

The‌ main door opened,⁠⁠​ and the wife⁠‌⁠ of the margrave​‌ of Belmierd, Lienclof,⁠ entered.

The​ middle-aged woman, whose​​‍ hair was beginning⁠ to gray, asked‍⁠ the margrave with​​ a heavy expression.​

“Why…⁠ did you gather⁠‍ the vassals like⁠​ this…?”

“…”‌

“Have​‌⁠ you… made a decision…?”

Countess‍ Linclaire was a submissive and gentle⁠‌ person. She rarely‌​ voiced any objection⁠‌⁠ to the margrave‌‌ of Belmierd’s educational‍ policies or direction‌‌⁠ of family management.⁠⁠

This⁠​ time too, Linclaire⁠​ simply lowered her⁠​ gaze in silence‍ with a somber​​⁠ expression.

Seeing​⁠​ her, the margrave‌⁠⁠ of Belmierd couldn’t⁠‌ help but feel‌​​ a small pain‌‌ in his heart,⁠‌⁠ but he didn’t​‌​ show it.

He​⁠‌ simply spoke in‍​ a grave voice,‍ tightening his mouth.‍⁠⁠

“Go‍‌​ inside.”

When⁠⁠‍ Countess Linclaire went‌‍ and sat in⁠ the upper seat,⁠‍​ the youngest son,‍‌‍ Leonard, also followed.​

Leonard⁠‍ also wore an‍⁠⁠ infinitely heavy and⁠‌ somber face. After‍ greeting politely, he​‍ went to sit⁠ in a corner.⁠‌

When‌‍ almost everyone who‌​⁠ was supposed to⁠ be present had⁠​ arrived, the key‍‍‍ figure of this‍​​ meeting finally appeared.‍⁠‌

She‌‌‌ entered, escorted by​‍ her servants, with‍⁠ her red hair⁠‍⁠ flowing down and​ her back straight​​‌ like a noble⁠‌ rose.

Without​‍‍ changing her expression,‌​⁠ Ellen positioned herself‌‌⁠ right in front⁠‌ of the vassals.‌‌

Regardless‌⁠ of the situation,⁠⁠ everyone present thought‌ the same thing.​‍​ She perfectly fit‍⁠‌ the expression “beautiful.”‍​

“Since‍ early morning, everyone‍ has gathered in⁠‌ such a rush.‍⁠​ Being confined to⁠‍‍ a room for‌⁠‍ so long is‍⁠ so exhausting that‌​⁠ I almost welcome‍​‌ the current situation.”‍

Before‍ anyone could say‌​⁠ anything, Ellen spoke‌ to the assembled​‍​ people in a soft voice.

“I‌ haven’t heard anything,​ but it doesn’t​‌‌ seem like you‍‍‌ all gathered here⁠‌​ to apologize for‍ some misunderstanding… Is⁠‌ it safe to​‌⁠ assume you gathered‍‍ to condemn me?”⁠⁠

“That‍‌ depends on you,⁠ Ellen.”

Count‍ Belmierd, who was​ sitting in the⁠ highest seat, spoke.‍

He​ placed all the‍‍‌ materials the vassals‍ had investigated on⁠ the table and‍⁠‌ continued the conversation‌​⁠ in a heavy,‌ subdued voice.

“I⁠ am in a position where I must judge your‌ fate, Ellen.”

“…”‍‍‍

“And​ through last week’s‍ investigation, many things‌⁠ came out of‌‌‌ your room. Not‍ only traces of‌‍‌ necromantic magic left‍⁠ in the basement‌‍⁠ that had been​‍ neglected for many​ years, but also‌‌‌ your belongings found‍ there, such as‍‌‍ jewelry and magical‍ artifacts, were abundant.”⁠​‍

“Oh‌​ my, is that‍‍‍ so?”

Ellen​ still appeared composed.‍‌‌

Leonard,‌‍ seeing Ellen’s attitude,⁠ rested his chin​⁠⁠ for a moment.‍‌ He had observed‍⁠ her closely in⁠‍‍ recent days and‌⁠‍ had noticed she‌ was cornered mentally.​​

However,‌ the Ellen who​‍ appeared here seemed‌‍ to have regained‌‌ her composed air.‍​

‘What‍​ is this…?’

Leonard‌‍⁠ had completely isolated​​ her in the‍ mansion.

He​​⁠ had bribed some⁠⁠‍ servants to spread‍‌‌ false rumors, manipulated‌⁠ letters and the⁠​ basement, and if⁠‌ there was anyone⁠ who could become​⁠‌ her ally, he​‍ had gone ahead⁠‌‌ to recruit them‍⁠ first.

The​‍ biggest variable had⁠‌ been Dereck, who‍ suddenly visited the​​ Belmierd mansion in⁠‌ the middle of⁠​‍ it all, but‌ even he had‌‌ cooperated with Leonard,​ leaving no further‌ mishaps.

However,​‍ now it seemed⁠⁠​ as if someone​ was mentally supporting‍‌​ her.

Her‌‌ once withered eyes‍‍ had cleared, and‍‍⁠ her disheveled hair​‍​ was once again⁠‍ neatly arranged—she had​‌ returned to being⁠​​ the girl who‌​‍ could be called⁠‍‍ the flower of‍‍‌ Belmierd.

“And⁠ it was also‍ discovered that you​ sent a letter‍‍‌ to Valerian of‍​‌ Duke Duplain.”

“I‍ see.”

Ellen‍ walked straight into‍‌ the center of‌‍ the main hall,‌‍​ where the vassals​ were seated, letting‌ her beautiful dress⁠ trail behind her,‍​ and smiled brightly.​‌

Leonard‍‍ could not decipher‌ the source of‍‌⁠ that constant sense‍ of incongruity.

According⁠​ to his expectations,⁠⁠ by now Ellen‌ should have at​ least swallowed nervously⁠ once.

And‌⁠‌ she should be​ desperately trying to⁠ prove her innocence‍ by denying the‍​ accusations that Count‍ Belmierd was reciting.‍​‌

Yet⁠‍⁠ Ellen only nodded⁠‍ her head at⁠​​ Count Belmierd’s words.‌‍

She⁠ was so calm‍ it was almost​‌ inappropriate.

When‌​‌ Leonard narrowed his‌‍ eyes, he suddenly⁠ met Ellen’s gaze.‍

Ellen,⁠​ who should have‍ been raising her⁠ voice to refute​ something, remained silent.‌

She​‌ simply held Leonard’s‌​ gaze and then⁠​​ faintly smiled.

‘What‍‌‌ is this? What​ is she trying​ to do?’

It‍‌ was at that​⁠‌ moment that Leonard‍ was monologuing to‌⁠‍ himself.

“Unfortunately,​​ it seems everything​ has been exposed.”⁠‌

With⁠⁠ that, her words‌ fell and spread‍‍ throughout the main​⁠⁠ hall, which had⁠ been as silent​ as a clear​‍‌ mirror.

It⁠⁠⁠ was a reaction​‌ no one had⁠ expected.

Whether‌ it was Count‌ Belmierd, the Countess,‍‍⁠ Leonard, or any‍ other high-ranking vassal—everyone‍‌⁠ thought Ellen would⁠‍ try to prove‌​ her innocence at⁠‍ all costs.

Many​‌ had even prepared​‍ counterarguments for her‍ expected refutations.

Yet​⁠‍ Ellen did not​⁠ utter a single⁠​‍ word in her‍‍ defense.

“W-what‌⁠ do you mean…‍ Lady Ellente?”

“No,​⁠⁠ Lady Ellen…! Is​​​ that true?!”

The‍‌ murmuring began to⁠ spread among the‍ crowd.

At​​⁠ Ellen’s unexpected and⁠​​ explosive declaration, everyone‌ present could only‌​⁠ widen their eyes.​​

Bang!​

However,​ the scene had‌ to fall silent‌ again when Count‍‌ Belmierd slammed the​ desk.

The‌​ most authoritative figure‍⁠ in the room,‍ who held the‍‌ power to judge‌ everyone’s fate, was‍‌​ about to speak.‍

“Ellen…”‍

His‍⁠ expression, which always‌⁠⁠ displayed a strong‍ character, now seemed​‌ torn between anger,‌‍ sorrow, and doubt.‌​

No‍ word could represent​ his feelings.

In​⁠‌ his infinitely complicated​ heart, Count Belmierd‍‌‌ barely managed to‌‌​ speak with difficulty.⁠⁠

“What…‌‍⁠ what do you⁠‍ mean, Ellen… that‍​ you have been​ researching necromancy?”

“Father.​‍ You, who know‍​⁠ me better than‌ anyone, will understand⁠​⁠ me, won’t you?”⁠‌⁠

Finally,⁠⁠​ Ellen spoke with⁠‍‍ a soft smile.​‍‍

“Walking⁠​‍ the path of​​ power, one needs‍⁠ a weapon that⁠ no one else‍ can obtain… a weapon only for‍‌ oneself. A hidden‌‌ dagger in the‍​ heart, ready to⁠ stab the opponent‍​‌ when they least‍⁠ expect it. For‍‍ me, that blade​‍ was necromancy.”

“Ellen!”‍‌

“But‍‌ now that it⁠‍ has come to‌⁠ this, I must⁠‍ tell you. Yes…‍⁠‌ I used necromancy​‌‍ as my weapon‍‌​ and intended to‌‌ make it the‌ foundation of my‍‍ power. No matter⁠​ how cursed and⁠ forbidden it is,‍‍‌ depending on how‍​ it is used,⁠​⁠ it can become‍‍ a sword to⁠ strike down enemies.”‌​⁠

Then‌​‍ she let her‍​‌ hair fall loose​​ and laughed louder,‌⁠ curling her lips‍ upward.

Her‍⁠​ appearance began to​ carry an unsettling‍ air beyond beauty.⁠‍

“Carving⁠⁠‍ corpses, painting with‍‍ blood, kneading flesh…‌‌‌ it may seem⁠⁠⁠ ghastly at first.⁠‌‌ But human life‍ is fleeting, and‌​ if it can​​ be used for‍​‍ a greater cause,⁠‌ it is an‌⁠ endeavor worth pursuing.⁠⁠​ Please, understand my‍⁠ philosophy… Father.”

The​ high-ranking vassals watching⁠‍​ Ellen began to‌‍‍ break out in‌‌​ cold sweat. Even⁠⁠⁠ Briana and Milton,⁠​⁠ who still held⁠​⁠ a shred of⁠⁠‍ loyalty toward her,⁠⁠‍ swallowed hard.

“A…⁠​‌ a witch…”

Murmured​‍‌ a mercenary.

It‍ was a blasphemous​​‌ remark, yet no‌⁠ one could refute​ it.

With​ those words, nothing​‍‍ else flowed from⁠ the crowd.

A tension like standing⁠⁠‍ on the edge‍ of a blade.⁠⁠‍ The servants’ throats⁠​‍ trembled.

The⁠ most bewildered among⁠ them all was‍‍⁠ none other than​ Leonard.

Because‌‍⁠ he knew.

Ellen⁠‍ had never studied‍⁠⁠ necromancy. All of‍‌ this had been‍‌ orchestrated by Leonard,​‌‌ and she was⁠‍‌ only falsely accused.​

Even‍⁠​ so, why was​‌‍ she admitting to‌ all those crimes?‌⁠

Leonard‌ had anticipated every‌‍ move Ellen might‍​ make upon coming‌‌‍ here.

He‌ had calculated every​‌​ scenario two, three,‍​‌ ten times, and​‌ was prepared for‌ every possible outcome​‍‍ from that point—yet‌⁠ he had not⁠‍ foreseen this situation.‍

He⁠ could not see.​‌‌

He‍⁠ could not understand‌‍ the intent behind​ Ellen’s seemingly warm‌‌ smile.

It⁠ felt as if⁠​ his entire body‌ was being dragged‌‍‍ into a place‍ full of unknown‍​ variables, not the‌​ board he himself‌‍ had designed.

— Why try to‌ fight on the‌⁠‌ battlefield created by‌⁠ the opponent? Let’s‌‌​ redraw the board‌ where we are‌‌​ the masters.

Dereck’s‌ words, spoken as​‌​ he dried the​‌‍ rainwater in the⁠‌⁠ dark room, floated⁠‌‌ in his mind.‍​

Clinging‍‍​ to the brilliant‌⁠ idea that man‍⁠ had given her,‌⁠ she smiled again—with​‍ the smile of‍ a madwoman.

“Everyone,​⁠‍ your expressions do​ not look good.‌‍ But it is⁠ not right to​⁠ see me as​ such a lunatic.⁠‍ Manipulating corpses and​‍ dealing with human⁠​​ lives is not⁠​‍ only the realm‍ of necromancy. Do​‌‌ not forget the​ essence of humans​ who wage wars⁠ and bleed at​ every opportunity. If​ you forget that​ humanity has advanced‍ through blood, you‌ will only regress⁠ forever.”

“Ellen!‍​‌ You… you…!”

“Father!‍‌‍ I told you‍ since I was⁠⁠‌ little! I will​​‌ use any means‍​ and method to‍ seize power!”

Ellen​ whispered with a more melancholic voice.‌‌

“This‍ is my means‌​‌ and method.”

A moment of silence.‌⁠​

Count​‌‌ Belmierd took a few steps back‌​‍ and then collapsed‌ into a chair.​​

“Ellen…‍​ I trusted you…”​‍

“Oh‍ my… In the​‌ end, even Father‍‍ cannot understand me…”‌⁠

The​ Count Belmierd’s last⁠​ words.

They⁠ meant that even⁠⁠ her last ally,⁠‌ the Count, had​‌ abandoned her.

That‍ was the signal.‍

With⁠ the Count, her⁠‍⁠ greatest ally, turning‍ his back on​​⁠ her, all the⁠⁠​ servants of the⁠‌ family completely lost‍⁠ their trust in​⁠⁠ her.

Her‌⁠‌ confession was the⁠‌‌ proof that she‍⁠ had betrayed the‌‌ faith of all​‍​ the servants who‌⁠ had followed her.​⁠

“How…⁠‌ how could you…!⁠​ I trusted you​ and followed you…!”‌​⁠

“She’s​⁠⁠ a witch…! A witch who seeks​ curses, groping among⁠ blood and corpses…!”⁠⁠

“We⁠⁠⁠ cannot repeat the‍ tragedy of Duplain…!⁠‍ Right now…! By⁠⁠ any means, we‍‌ must cut off⁠ this root of‍⁠ disaster!”

“I⁠‍ have served Lady​‍​ Ellen for more​‍ than ten years…!​ How could it⁠​​ end like this…?!”‌‍

“I​⁠​ vaguely knew it‍​ for some time.‌‍ Someone who only‌⁠‍ spoke of power,‍‍‍ someone who would‍‍ one day cross‍ the line…”

“I‍⁠‌ knew it too…!‌​ But I didn’t⁠‍ expect it to⁠‌⁠ be this severe…!”⁠​

And‌​ then, the arrows‌ of criticism fell‍​ upon her.

The‌ loyal ones who​‍ had sworn to‌​ believe and follow⁠‍⁠ Ellen all their‌​ lives now threw​⁠ disappointed reproaches against​​ her.

Ellen⁠‌‌ softly closed her‍‍‌ eyes, lifted the⁠‌‍ corners of her‌​⁠ lips, and raised⁠‍ her head.

The‌ gazes of admiration‍⁠ and respect that‍ had always been‍‍ directed at her,‌‍ now turned into‌‍‌ lights of criticism​ and hatred—she entrusted‍⁠ her whole body⁠‍​ to that situation.​‌⁠

In‍‍ the midst of‍ it all, the‌⁠ girl broadened her​​ chest and soliloquized.⁠

‘So,⁠ this is what​​ it means to‌‍⁠ be at the⁠ bottom.’

This‌ pit of despair‌⁠ and frustration is⁠ something one must​‍​ experience at least‍‌ once in order‍ to soar high.​‍

The​‌‌ world is full​ of people who​‍​ struggle in deep​‌ despair.

There‍ is a girl‌‌ whose half of‍​‍ her family was‍​ devoured by necromancy​‍‍ overnight, and a boy who crawled​ his way up‍​ from the very​⁠‍ bottom of the⁠ slums since birth.⁠⁠‌

Compared‌‌ to that, how​ sweet and comfortable⁠ this pit of​‍‍ fire feels.

If‍⁠ one cannot endure​‍ this temporary pain,⁠‌ how can they​‌ speak of great​‌ ambitions?

Ellen‌‍ smiled even more⁠ radiantly.

And​‌ then, she fixed​⁠ her gaze directly⁠ on Leonard’s eyes.⁠​​

***‌‌​

Thud,‌​⁠ thud.

Leonard⁠ walked quickly down‍ the hallway.

At​⁠ first glance, he⁠‍⁠ had the elegant⁠⁠‌ appearance befitting the‍‍​ young master of⁠​ the Belmierd family,​ but his steps⁠ were twice as⁠ fast as usual.⁠

‘What⁠‌⁠ is this? What​‍‌ the hell is‍⁠‍ happening?’

Things‍‌ were slipping out⁠‌​ of Leonard’s control.‌

The⁠‌ situation itself seemed‌ favorable to him.‌‍ Just as he‍​ had planned, Ellen‌‍ was falsely accused‌‌ of researching necromancy,⁠⁠ abandoned by all‍ her vassals, and⁠ falling into ruin.​

After​ the meeting in‍⁠ the main hall,​⁠ the desperate Count‍⁠‌ Belmierd had left‍​‍ first.

After⁠ that, the vassals‍⁠⁠ raised their voices,⁠⁠ arguing over what⁠⁠ to do with‌ Ellen, and standing⁠‍ silently among them,‌⁠ Ellen looked like‍ a sinner.

All‍⁠​ of that was⁠​‍ within Leonard’s plan.‌⁠

However,‌‌ Ellen’s conduct was‍​⁠ completely unexpected. Without‍‍​ a doubt, there‍ was something hidden‌‍ in her scheme.⁠

But‌⁠ Leonard still couldn’t⁠⁠ see her trick.‌ That was clearly​‍​ a bad sign.​​⁠

He⁠⁠‌ had to find⁠‍ out what she​‌ was aiming for.⁠‌​ This was no⁠‌​ time to get‌​⁠ drunk on victory.⁠​‌

So​ Leonard headed quickly​‌ toward the successor’s‌‍ private chamber.

It​‍⁠ was a large​ room that Ellen‍ had used until⁠⁠‌ now, and one​ that Leonard might‍‌​ soon use himself.⁠

In‍‍ the basement connected⁠‍ to that room,‍ Leonard had installed‍ facilities by bribing⁠ a servant.

The​⁠ laboratory, stained with⁠ corpses and blood.⁠ The servant who‌⁠ had helped Leonard⁠ prepare that place‌ was already mixed⁠⁠‍ among the pile⁠‌ of bodies in‌⁠‍ the basement.

Leonard​‍ was a man⁠​ who left no‌ loose ends.

‘There​‍‌ still might be​ something I haven’t‍ uncovered. I must‍‌ thoroughly inspect every‍⁠​ place that may⁠ have been influenced‍‍ by my sister⁠‍‍ Ellen, starting with‍⁠‌ the private chamber.’⁠​

He⁠‌ couldn’t lower his‌ guard. Leonard clenched​‍ his teeth and​⁠ pulled the secret‌⁠ lever behind the​ bookshelf in the⁠‌​ private chamber to‌⁠​ open the door.​

Creakk.​

The‍‌‌ heavy secret door‌‍⁠ opened, and he‌⁠‌ descended the stairs‍ to the basement.​

While‌‍ racking his brain‍​ trying to anticipate‍ what Ellen might‌‌ do, everything remained‌‍ uncertain. What could​​ she possibly do‌‍​ in this situation?‍

The‍‌​ girl who only​‍⁠ knew how to‌‍‍ give orders to‌‍ her vassals—what could‍⁠ she do when‍‌ they had all​​⁠ turned their backs⁠​ on her? In‍ truth, she could‍ do nothing, right?‍‍

This‌‌ was not the‌ battlefield Leonard had​‍⁠ designed.

Reaching​⁠⁠ the bottom of​‍ the stairs, the‍‌​ view of the‌ basement appeared, still⁠⁠‌ permeated with the​‌ stench of blood.‌‌⁠

Just​ as he was​​ about to open‍‌ the wooden door‌‍‍ and step inside—‌

Creak.⁠

“…?!”​​​

“Oh.”⁠

There‍‍‌ was a guest.‌‌‍

In‍ the darkness of⁠ the basement.

A pair of red‌ eyes glowed between⁠ white hair, briefly‌ observing Leonard.

The⁠‍ man, draped in⁠‍‍ a cloak, adjusted‍⁠‌ the sleeves of⁠ his leather tunic​​ and, seated on‌⁠​ a chair, polished⁠​​ his sword.

The​‌ man’s blade gleamed​ blue, reflecting the‍ light coming from⁠‌ behind Leonard.

“What​⁠ the hell…?”

“Young⁠‍ master Leonard.”

“Baron‍ Ravenclaw… what are‍ you doing here…?”‍‌

“Who‍‌ knows.”

Leonard‍ felt an ominous‌‍​ sensation and instinctively‌‌​ stepped back.

The⁠​⁠ man, hunched over‍ and merely polishing‌​‍ his sword, seemed⁠⁠ like a beast⁠​‍ before its prey.⁠​

Then,‌‌​ who was the⁠ prey?

In‍⁠ the instant Leonard‌⁠⁠ instinctively asked himself‍ that question, Dereck⁠⁠‍ rose to his​ feet.

Though⁠⁠⁠ it was the⁠ warm season of​‍ late spring, it⁠​‌ felt as if​ an icy chill⁠‍⁠ filled the basement.‍​

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