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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 104: Power and Love (9)

Chapter 104: Power and Love (9)

– She’s a witch,​‍‌ a witch is‌‍ happening!

– She acted more‍​ noble than anyone‌‍​ under Belmierd’s protection…‍‌​

– Shh! She’ll hear​‌‍ us!

Ellen⁠‍‍ walked gracefully down⁠ the corridor.

After‌​ the meeting in⁠ the main hall,⁠ she climbed the​‍​ central stairs of⁠​‌ Belmierd Mansion to⁠‌ receive her final‍​​ death sentence and​‌‍ headed for the​ lord’s office.

As​​‌ she passed, the‍‍⁠ high vassals, the⁠​​ servants, and even‌ the squires began​⁠ to murmur.

Some⁠⁠​ high-ranking vassals lamented‌ the years of⁠⁠ loyalty to her​ and began to⁠​​ reconsider their future‍​ plans. The housekeeper⁠ closed her eyes​‍‌ and avoided her​ gaze, and even‌ the visiting collateral‍‍ relatives looked at‍⁠ her with contempt.‌‌‌

Had‍ she followed the⁠⁠ straight path, she‌⁠⁠ could have walked‍​⁠ the road of‍⁠ a powerful one⁠‍ whom no one‌‍‌ would envy, but‍⁠ the life of‍‍‌ the girl who⁠‌‍ chose the wrong‍⁠‌ path was now‍‍‍ full of critical‍‌⁠ voices.

The‍⁠​ image of the‍⁠ young lady, as‍⁠⁠ she passed through​​​ all of it,‌⁠​ remained always elegant.​⁠⁠

Accepting‌ even the thick‌​‌ malice and the⁠‍ criticisms, she walked,‍ and walked, and⁠ walked.

When​​‌ she came to‌ her senses, she‌⁠‍ was already standing​ before the imposing‍ entrance of the​⁠ office.

The​ squire who escorted​ her opened the‍‌‌ door, and inside⁠ she could see​​⁠ the figure of‍ Count Belmierd sitting‍⁠​ with a complex​‍ expression.

Holding​⁠‍ with one hand​ the hem of‌ her lace-trimmed dress,‌‌ she stepped inside​​ the office, and​⁠⁠ Count Belmierd spoke.‍

“For‌ you alone, more​ than thirty vassals​⁠ who handled all⁠‍​ the dirty work​ entered Belmierd Mansion.‍ There were nine⁠‍ squires assigned as​⁠​ your personal guards‌⁠ and more than⁠ twenty servants attached‌‍‌ to your mansion.​ Did you encounter⁠​ them on your‌​ way here?”

The‌ tone of Count‌ Belmierd, who always‌​‌ spoke with a voice drenched in‍‍⁠ sweetness to his​ beloved daughter Ellen,⁠ was cold that‍‍‍ day.

Ellen​ hesitated for a moment and then⁠‌ nodded.

The​‌‍ vassals glared at​​‌ her and frowned‌ as soon as‍‌‍ their eyes met⁠ hers, the guards​ looked at her⁠‍ with disdain, and​‍​ the servants who​ had been at​​⁠ her side in⁠‌ the mansion now⁠‍ barely showed faces‌ of betrayal.

They‍‌ had already labeled‌​ her a witch.‍⁠⁠

“There​ were those who​⁠‌ dedicated more than‍​‍ ten years of‌‍ their lives.”

“…”​​

“But‍​ now, there is​‌ no one at​​‍ your side.”

Ellen‍‍ lifted her gaze‍⁠‌ again toward Count⁠⁠​ Belmierd.

His‍‌⁠ expression, burdened with‍ the weight of‌⁠ responsibility, was tinged​ with sorrow. Count⁠ Belmierd was a lord who loved​‍‍ Ellen more than‍⁠⁠ anyone.

When​‍ Linus left the​​ main house, and‍‌ Leonard also abandoned​‍⁠ his post, it‌‌ was Ellen who⁠ bore the weight​​‌ as successor, staying⁠​‍ by his side⁠ until the end.​

Ellen‌‍‍ understood the burden⁠‍ of that sadness​‍ and held her‌ breath in silence.​

“Baron⁠⁠‌ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw​ has brought letters.‌‍ Two of them.”‍

“…What?”‍‌

In‍‍‍ the empty office,‍‌‌ Ellen drew two​ letters from her‍​ chest and placed‍⁠ them on the‍​ desk.

“What​‌ is this…?”

“They​‍ are from the‍⁠ Duplain family. One⁠‌‍ letter asserts that‍‍‌ Prince Valerian did‌⁠ not investigate necromancy.‌​‌ And the other‍‌ reports that the‍​⁠ Viscount Renouel’s family​ will come to‌‍⁠ our Belmierd Mansion‍⁠‍ to investigate the‍ necromancy.”

At​‍‍ hearing this, Count⁠⁠ Belmierd widened his‌ eyes in surprise‌​‍ and unfolded the⁠ letters.

The⁠‍ content was not‍​‌ long. He read‌‍‌ them quickly, but‍​​ his sharp eyes⁠ soon began to⁠‌‍ show signs of‍‍⁠ doubt again.

“…”‍‌

“Did​‌‌ you read them⁠​ all?”

At​‍ first glance, it‌ looked like a letter that proved‌‍⁠ Ellen’s innocence. If‍​‌ Valerian had not‍‍ investigated necromancy, the​‍⁠ letter found in⁠‍ Ellen’s room could​​⁠ be circumstantial evidence​⁠‌ that it had‍​ been forged.

However,‌‍⁠ the letter from‍⁠​ the Viscount Renouel’s‍ family was different.​​

It⁠ was meticulously crafted,‍ but Count Belmierd,​ who had reviewed​‍⁠ Viscount Renouel’s seal‍ on official documents​‌‍ many times, noticed​ immediately.

“This‍‌ is a forged​‍ letter.”

Such​⁠‍ a crude forgery​⁠‌ could not deceive​ him.

Moreover,‌‌⁠ a coldness began⁠⁠​ to settle in⁠​ his gaze.

***‍‍​

“Young⁠​ Master Leonard, what‌⁠ brings you to‌‌ this basement?”

“My​‍‌ sister Ellen has‌‌ admitted to all⁠​ the suspicions. Now,⁠ my sister will‍ lose her power,‍‌‍ and this basement‌ will return to‍‍ its original state.”‌

An‍‍ icy chill permeated‍‌ the basement.

The‌‌ two men present‍‌⁠ there stared fixedly‌ at each other.​‌​

Leonard​‍ felt a strange‌ unease as he‌‌ looked at Dereck,‌ whose eyes radiated‍‌ a chilling gaze.⁠⁠​

Surely‌‍ he thought Leonard​‍ was already convinced,‍​​ but now it‌​ was hard to‍ trust him so‌​‍ easily.

Still,⁠‌​ perhaps it was​⁠⁠ just Leonard’s sensitivity.‌

Because‍ everything was over.‍‌ Ellen had confessed​⁠ her sins, so⁠​ it would not‍​ be easy for‍ anything to be‌⁠ overturned now.

But⁠​‌ that unease never‍ disappeared.

“That’s‌‍ why I came​​‍ to check one‌ last time. Just⁠​⁠ in case my⁠‌ sister Ellen left‍‍​ any suspicious trace.”‌‌‌

“I​‌​ see. You are‍​ thorough.”

“What‌ were you doing‌⁠ here, Sir Dereck?”‌⁠

“The​‌ same as you.⁠​‍ Just giving a last look before‌ this basement is​‍ emptied.”

At‌‌ saying that, Dereck​⁠ sheathed his sword​​ and stood up.⁠‍

A cold sweat slid‌ down behind Leonard’s‍⁠ ear. He had⁠‌ the hunch he‌​ had to uncover‍ the identity of⁠‍‌ that unsettling sense​ of crisis.

– Young Master Leonard,⁠ you are truly⁠ an angel sent⁠ by God to‌ save me. What‌ a fortunate event.⁠‌

The⁠‌⁠ image of Dereck‌​ clasping his hand⁠‌​ with a bright⁠​‍ smile was still​⁠⁠ unforgettable.

He​‌⁠ had expressed his⁠⁠ gratitude genuinely and,​‌ without shame, asked​​ for help from​‌​ the Ravenclaw barony⁠‌⁠ in the future.‌‍

That‍‌ Dereck who claimed‌‌ to be a devout believer, like​ Leonard, and this‌​ Dereck who now‌ had the eyes‍‌ of a beast‌‌ in the shadows‌‌​ of the basement—it⁠ was hard to‍‌‌ believe they were‌‌‌ the same person.​‌

So‍​ Leonard, restraining himself‍‍​ from trembling, forced⁠ his words.

“Sir‍ Dereck. There is‌​​ nothing to worry‌‌ about. The work‍ has been completed​ well, and the⁠‍‍ Ravenclaw barony will‌​ also see the​‌ light in the⁠ future.”

“…”​‌​

“Sir‌‌​ Dereck, should we​‍‍ not both be‌ as wise as​‍⁠ serpents and innocent​‌‍ as doves in⁠⁠ this noble society?‍ I hope we‌ can be good⁠⁠ nourishment for each​ other.”

“A‍⁠‌ serpent and a dove. An interesting‍‍​ metaphor. I understand.”‍⁠

After⁠‍ replying indifferently, Dereck‌ walked past Leonard​‍⁠ and headed for‍‌‍ the stairs leading‍‍​ to the surface.​

Leonard,‍ who was about​ to let him​‌⁠ go, suddenly turned‌ his head to‍​‌ look at him.‍

Dereck,‌​​ about to ascend,⁠ stopped at that⁠ strange reaction.

“Is​‍ something wrong?”

“Is​‌‍ this the first‌​⁠ time you hear‌‍⁠ that metaphor?”

“…?”‌​‍

“The⁠‌​ Holy Scriptures of‌ Lord Ruelon, chapter‍ 7: ‘Behold, I send you as‍‌ sheep in the‌‌ midst of wolves;⁠⁠ therefore be wise‌ as serpents and​​‍ innocent as doves.’”​‍

“…”‌

“It⁠‌ is the first‌‍ verse of chapter​‌‍ 7 of the⁠ Scriptures that every​‍‍ believer of Ruelon⁠‍​ learns first.”

Leonard⁠⁠⁠ said this as​ he took a step back.

– Are you not​ the lamb of​ Lord Ruelon? I too am a devout believer.

Those​​ were the words‍ with which Dereck‍ had smiled to​‌​ gain Leonard’s trust.​‌

However,‌ Dereck tilted his⁠ head even after‍​​ hearing the most⁠ famous verse of‍ the scriptures.

“…You‍ were never a believer of Ruelon​​‌ from the beginning.”‌‍

Creak.⁠⁠‍

Bang!⁠​​

Dereck,‌ who was about​⁠ to leave the‌‌‍ basement, slammed shut‍‌ the heavy wooden‍​ door.

His⁠​⁠ fierce eyes turned‌‍ toward Leonard as​⁠ he looked at‌‌ him again.

“You​​‍ are truly perceptive.”​⁠

At⁠ last, Leonard tried⁠​ to flee quickly​ from the basement.‌‍

But⁠‌‌ Dereck drove his​‍ boot into his‌ solar plexus.

Crash!​‍‌ Bang!

“Argh!”​⁠​

Leonard,‌‌ thrown against the‌​‌ corner of the‌‍‍ laboratory, screamed in⁠​​ pain.

The​​​ bookshelf at the⁠⁠​ side into which‌​ he had been‍‍ flung collapsed, and‌‌‌ dust began to​⁠ rise in the‌​⁠ dark basement.

***​‌‌

“Dereck.​ When my father​ comes to question⁠‌ my sins tomorrow,‌‍‌ I plan to‌‌‍ confess everything in⁠‍‍ front of everyone.”​

“…”‍

“Aren’t⁠‍‌ you going to​‌ ask why?”

After​ Dereck had explained‍‍​ the whole situation⁠⁠‌ and before leaving‌⁠‍ the room.

In​ the dark chamber⁠⁠ of Belmierd Mansion,⁠​⁠ where the rain‌⁠⁠ still fell, Ellen​‍‍ spoke to Dereck‍⁠‍ in an almost‌ whispering tone.

Sitting‌⁠ side by side⁠⁠⁠ on the bed,​ the darkness of⁠‌ the night no⁠ longer seemed so‌​ terrifying.

It‍⁠ was enough for​‌⁠ someone to be‍ at her side​​ for that blackness,‌⁠‍ which before felt​ like an endless​⁠ void, to suddenly⁠‍‌ feel close, almost‍‍ familiar. It was‍ surprising.

“That‌‌ way Leonard will‍ think something is​‍ wrong and grow⁠ restless as if⁠ he had fire⁠ at his feet.‍ Then, for you,​ Dereck, it will‍​​ be easier to​‍ catch the tail‌‍‌ of that cunning‌ man.”

“…Do​ you really plan‍ to bear the⁠‌ blame just for​ that?”

“Well…⁠‌ to be exact,‌​ that’s only a pretext. In truth,⁠ bearing the blame⁠‌ is the purpose⁠ itself.”

Dereck‌ looked at her​​ with bewildered eyes.‌ Ellen no longer​‍⁠ had the haggard​​​ expression of someone‌ cornered.

“They‌ say only when‌‍ you are in‌ ruin and hit⁠‍ rock bottom do‌⁠ the true people⁠⁠ remain with you.⁠​​ I don’t think​‌ that’s a lie,‍ but I don’t⁠ think it’s entirely⁠‌‍ wise either.”

“What‍‍‍ do you mean?”⁠

“It’s‌‍‍ natural for people​⁠‌ to be around​​‌ me when I have power and‌ strength. The fact​ that those people⁠‌ support me means‌‌‌ that my power​‍‌ and strength are‍‍‌ real.”

With​⁠ bright eyes, finally⁠⁠ regained, the girl‍​ spoke to Dereck.‍⁠

“Yes,‍​ that’s right. How‌ could I rule‌‍⁠ over others as‍ someone who wields​ power if I become pessimistic and‌​ break because of‍‌ this? The worse​⁠ the situation gets,‌ the more I will make use⁠​ of my current​​ solitude.”

Having​ lived half her⁠‌ life as Belmierd’s⁠⁠⁠ heiress and four⁠​ years at the‍​​ peak of Ebelstein’s​ social circle, perhaps‍ she had gained‍ some understanding in⁠​⁠ the process, for⁠ her eyes shone​ more intensely.

“If​⁠ I must fall‍ and hit rock‌ bottom, I will‌‌‌ fall with all⁠ my strength to‍⁠ the very depths.”‍‍

“…”​​

“Even​⁠ so, Dereck, you’ll​ stay by my⁠​ side, right?”

Ellen‌⁠‌ smiled sweetly.

“From‍‍ the lowest point,⁠​‌ I will endure‌‍ the criticisms, the‌ trash thrown at⁠​ me, the mockery⁠​‌ and the disappointments.‍​‍ People will hurl​ blasphemous words at​ me, hate me‍​ and resent me.​​ Since it has​​ come to this,​‌⁠ I must descend‍‌‌ to the deepest​​​ depths.”

And‍⁠ the girl, closing‍​ her fist tightly,‌​ extended it toward​​ Dereck.

It‌​ was the same​⁠⁠ gesture Aiselin had⁠ once shown before⁠‌ the Elfontaine hall.​‍⁠

“Only⁠ by falling completely‌ can one rise‍‍ again with greater‍ splendor.”

“…”​⁠⁠

“Not‍​ only my direct‍‌⁠ vassals, but also​‌ the rival factions⁠ and the high‍ dignitaries who have⁠⁠ always looked down‍‌⁠ on me will⁠ join in to​‍⁠ criticize and attack​ me. I will​​​ make guilt be⁠ born in their‌‍ hearts. I will⁠ make them think‍ they defamed and‌ condemned an innocent​⁠ flower, and then…‍‍​ I will forgive‍‌​ them.”

The​ young lady, who​​ had returned from​‍​ despair and sorrow,⁠ was once again​​​ thinking with the‍ sharpness that characterized​​⁠ her.

The‌​ way to command,‍​‍ control, and seize‌‍ the loyalty of‍⁠ people.

The⁠ plan that the⁠⁠ girl, who had⁠​‍ learned that instinct‌⁠‍ almost naturally, was​⁠‌ drawing in her‍ mind was a step greater than⁠ the one Leonard⁠​​ had devised.

Forgiveness⁠​⁠ speaks of greatness.‍

By‌ forgiving and embracing‍ all who had​⁠ criticized her, Ellen,‍​ the flower of⁠‌‍ Belmierd, planned to‌‍ transform even the‌‍‍ most skeptical vassals⁠​‍ into her own.​⁠

She‍​ intended to use⁠ Leonard’s slander to‌ cement her position‌⁠ even further.

Another‌‌ name for crisis⁠‍ was opportunity, and⁠ for those who‌‍‍ do not despair,‍‍​ a new chance​​‌ always arises.

“Dereck.”‌‍⁠

Ellen⁠‌ looked at Dereck’s⁠‍ hand, still bandaged⁠‌ from stopping the​‌​ knife she herself​‍⁠ had wielded.

Though‍‌‌ it no longer‍‍ bled, it was‌‍⁠ still a serious‌​ wound caused by⁠ her mistake.

With​⁠ a pained gesture,‍‌ Ellen caressed the​ bandage and then⁠​ raised her gaze⁠ to Dereck.

“If⁠‍​ all goes well,‌‌ the vassals and⁠ the people of​​⁠ Belmierd will compete​ for my attention.‌ Even the closest⁠‌‍ have turned their‍ backs on me,⁠ so there will​ be many who⁠ will strive to‍ fill that void.‌ Power has the‌​ ability to seduce.”​

“Yes.⁠ And you, Lady‌‌‍ Ellen, are the‌ very incarnation of⁠ power.”

“That’s⁠ right. If someone⁠‌ manages to win⁠‍‍ the favor of⁠ me, Ellen, the‍⁠ flower of Belmierd,⁠​​ deep down it‍‌ will be like​ having all of‍ Belmierd in their​‍⁠ hands. But, Dereck,‍​ there is something​ I can assure‍​​ you.”

Ellen‍‌​ gripped Dereck’s bandaged‍ hand tightly and​‍‍ managed to smile.⁠

“My‍‌⁠ protection will be⁠​‍ Belmierd’s protection. And⁠⁠ if someone asks⁠⁠ who is the​​ most protected and‍⁠ trusted by Belmierd,‍ the answer will‌ be evident.”

“…”​⁠

“You⁠⁠⁠ may be proud.⁠​ When the world‌‌‍ turned its back⁠ on me, you‌ believed in me.‌‌ So I will‌ also believe in⁠ you, even if‌ the entire world​‍‍ abandons you.”

With‌​⁠ that, the girl‍‌​ embraced the man’s‌ wounded arm tightly​‌⁠ and whispered.

“Dereck,⁠​ you are the​ person I trust‌⁠‍ most.”

***‌‌​

Crash!‌​ Bang!

Leonard,‍​ who had managed​‍‌ to get back⁠ up, watched him​‍‍ through the dust.‌

For​‌ a young master‌‌⁠ raised in a wealthy family, the⁠⁠ kick of a veteran mercenary had‌ been brutal. With‍⁠‍ just one blow‌‍‌ to the solar⁠​ plexus it was‍ hard for him‍ to breathe, and​⁠ he gasped uncontrollably.⁠⁠

“Huff,​‌⁠ huff… Do you‌‌ think… you’ll get‍​​ away with this?!”⁠‌

He‌ had long since‍⁠​ abandoned any appearance​ of respect.

Leonard​⁠ clenched his teeth⁠‍ and rose from​ among the remains‌ of the collapsed‍​‌ shelf.

He‌⁠‌ had only taken⁠ one hit, but​‍⁠ his body was⁠⁠ already staggering, proof⁠‍ that his physical​​ strength was far‌​ from outstanding.

“Ellen⁠‌‍ has already fallen‌‍​ into the abyss.​ Do you think​​ you’ll be able⁠ to handle the‍‍ consequences just because‍‌ you struck me‌​⁠ now? You’re nothing⁠‌ more than a petty baron with‍​⁠ a nominal fief⁠‍ on the margins,⁠​ while I am‌​ destined to be‌‍‌ the heir of​​ House Belmierd, before‌⁠​ whom even the⁠‌‍ most powerful nobles‌​⁠ bow…”

“You‌ talk too much.‌⁠‌ Do you think‌‌ you won’t die‍‌‌ if pierced through,⁠‍⁠ just because the‍‌⁠ lustrous power of‍‍‌ Belmierd stands behind⁠ you?”

Dereck‍⁠ unsheathed his gleaming‍‌‍ sword and let​ the blade whistle⁠ once through the‍​ air.

Seeing⁠​​ it gleam even​⁠​ in the dimness,​‍ Leonard stepped back⁠ again.

“Ha,⁠‌ ha… Kill me?​‌‍ What a bluff.”‌‍‌

“…”⁠

“To​⁠‍ kill Belmierd’s third​​ son right in‌ the heart of‌‌ House Belmierd… Even​ if I were‌ a villain, you‍‍‍ could never bear‌⁠‍ the consequences of⁠‍ such an act.​​ You can’t kill‌‌ me.”

Coughing,⁠⁠ Leonard leaned against‌ the desk and‌ put on a sly smile.

“Go‍ on, hit me,‍ do whatever you‌​ want. But don’t⁠​ think for a second that the⁠ family will believe‍ your words. To‌ them you’ll only‍ be an arrogant​⁠‌ minor noble who⁠‍ struck Belmierd’s virtuous‌‌ third son.”

“…”‍⁠

“Heh,‌‍ heh… What a curious situation. So‌‌⁠ you were the⁠⁠‍ one who brought​⁠‌ that letter Ellen​‍‌ had earlier this​ morning.”

Leonard‍ laughed as he⁠‍ tried to steady​ his staggering body.‍​

Apparently‌‌ even the servants‍ helping Ellen were‍⁠‍ on his side,⁠ since he knew​‌‍ about the two⁠​ letters she had​⁠ presented.

He‍‌‌ had anticipated every‍‌ move Ellen could‌ make. In truth,‌ this was exactly​‌​ what Dereck wanted.⁠

“I’ve‍ already read the⁠‍‌ contents. Do you‌ think such crudely‌ forged documents could‍‌ turn the situation⁠​ around? Ridiculous. You​‌ underestimate my father.”‍⁠

Dereck,‍ with his sword‍ in hand, and⁠ Leonard, smiling slyly,‍‍‌ exchanged words.

The‌‍‌ tension mounted.

“My‌​‍ father has governed​‌‌ Belmierd for decades.​‍​ His eye for‌ official documents is⁠​ sharper and wiser‌‍ than mine. He⁠‍ will detect those‌ letters as forgeries‍​ in an instant.⁠‌⁠ Even if the​‌ vassals don’t see​ it right away,​ my father will​ never be deceived.”⁠​‌

Dereck‌ made the sword‍⁠‍ hum once more⁠⁠ before sheathing it.​‌‍

He‍ knew well enough​‌ he couldn’t kill‍⁠‌ Leonard, so the‍ blade was nothing​ more than an⁠ intimidation.

“Lord‍ Rodeia will not​​ come. You only‌‌ used that letter‌‍ to unnerve me⁠ and try to⁠ escape this mansion.‌⁠ Rodeia, the one⁠ who killed the⁠ most necromancers from​​​ Rodentz Island. To​‌ hear her name​‍ and run away‍⁠‍ would mean only‌‍‍ one thing—that one‌⁠‍ is a necromancer.‌​ Right?”

“…”​‌

“I’ve‍‌‌ already figured it⁠‌⁠ all out. Unfortunately.”‍

Leonard’s‌‍ lips curved again.‌ His sinister smile⁠‍ erased any trace‌⁠ of that benevolent​ religious man he‍‍​ pretended to be.‌⁠⁠

“My‍ final bluff in⁠‌⁠ life has failed.‍⁠ Everything has gone​‌‍ to ruin. What‌ a pity. Heh,⁠​ heh.”

“…”‍

“Fine.‌‌ Even if only‍‍ to console you,‍​‍ strike me as⁠ much as you⁠ like. But you​‍⁠ will never be‍ able to kill⁠ me. It’s just‌‌ a useless act⁠⁠ to vent your‍ anger. How meaningless…‍‌ Even the god‌‍⁠ Ruelon would weep.⁠‌ Hahaha. Hahahahaha!”

With‍‍‌ arms wide open,‍‍​ Leonard burst out‍‌‍ laughing in absolute‌‍​ confidence.

He‌​ mocked Dereck, provoked‌ him, and proclaimed‌ his victory. It​‍ was so infuriating​ that the witnesses‌ ground their teeth​​ in rage.

Yet‌​ Dereck remained calm.⁠‍‍

Because‍⁠‌ he understood his​ psychology a little.‌

“Are⁠‍ you anxious?”

Dereck’s‌‍‌ words pierced Leonard’s​‍⁠ heart. His laughter​ stopped abruptly.

In⁠​​ truth, Dereck had⁠​ already noticed Leonard’s​ nervous behavior.

When‌‌ he saw Ellen​ confess all charges‍‌‌ in the main‌‍ hall moments before,​‍ he had sensed⁠⁠‌ that something was‍‍ eluding him.

What⁠ was it that‍​‍ Leonard didn’t know?‌​

Precisely‌⁠‍ that Dereck had​‍ a connection with​‌ the viscount of‌‍‍ Renouel from the‍‍⁠ start.

The​‌ family’s servants resisted‌‍‍ making the necromancy‍⁠ incident public. If‍ Ellen had really‍​‍ been involved in‍ it, the matter​‍⁠ would spiral out‍ of control.

That’s⁠ why it wasn’t‌ easy to officially‌‍ involve external forces.⁠⁠ A private contact​‌ had to exist.‌‌​

Before‍‍ all this began,‍ Trisha had personally‌⁠ gone to Baron​​ Ravenclaw to request‍‌ help in capturing‌ the necromancer. Dereck‌ hadn’t gone to‍ them first; they​‌​ had come to​‌‌ him.

Therefore,‍‌⁠ when it came⁠​ to Dereck, he‍ could directly influence​​‍ the viscount of‌ Renouel.

“From‌​ the beginning, I had already contacted‍⁠⁠ the viscount of⁠​ Renouel privately. They​‌ trust my words.”​⁠

“W-what​‌‍ did you say…?”​‌‌

“The‍ hero of Rodentz‍ Island, Rodeia, is‍ coming straight to⁠ Belmierd Mansion. Does‍​ my word sound‍‍⁠ like a lie⁠‌‍ to you?”

The‌​ letter was false,​‍‌ but the claim⁠⁠⁠ was true.

Dereck’s‍ face showed no​ signs of agitation.‍⁠ On the contrary,​ Leonard’s was beginning​ to harden.

“Ha…‍ haha… What a ridiculous joke. If‍⁠​ Rodeia were really​⁠‌ coming, there would​​ be no need⁠ to forge a letter in the‌​ first place…! What‌ nonsense…!”

“Why‍‍ would there be​⁠‌ no need to​⁠⁠ forge it?”

“Because…‍ forging it was‌ to… confuse me…​‌‌ make me flee⁠‌‌ or falter…”

“Oh,‍⁠⁠ heavens… The reason‌‌ I brought the‌‌ false letter was​‍ the opposite.”

This‌​‍ time, Dereck smiled⁠​ maliciously.

His⁠ smile in the​ darkness, with the⁠‌ corners of his‌ lips raised, was‌⁠ very different from​ the kind one​‍ he had shown‍ when he first​‌ met Leonard.

That‍‌‌ was Dereck’s true‍⁠​ face.

“Because‍⁠ I feared you‌ would flee.”

Like‌​‍ a surge that​‍‌ reshuffles the map,‌ the course shifted​ several times.

On⁠‌ the road toward‍⁠‍ Count Belmierd’s estate.‌

A dozen horses galloped⁠ through the still-wet‌⁠​ Latman Gorge, though‍ the rain had‌​‍ already ceased.

At‍​ the front rode​ Rodeia, the expert‌​‍ and legendary heroine​⁠ who had dedicated​‌‌ her life to⁠​ hunting necromancers.

Behind‌​​ her came Trisha‌​ and the soldiers‍ of House Renouel,​⁠‍ mounted on horseback.⁠⁠

Hero‌‍ Rodeia.

She‍ was the figure‍ with the most‍ precise knowledge of​‍ the necromancy of‍ Rodentz Island, among​​⁠ the many branches​⁠ of necromancy.

In​ a corner of‍ Ebelstein’s commercial district,​‌‍ at a gambling‌ table, a man‌⁠ with a reddish‍​​ beard and hair‌ tied in a ponytail chuckled.

He‌‍‌ spoke mockingly to​‌‌ the gamblers playing​‌ with him.

“Hey,​ do you know⁠⁠ the surest way​ to trick someone‌⁠​ as sly as‍ me?”

“It’s‌⁠ to make him‌⁠‌ believe he’s tricking​ you.”

Tossing​‍ new chips onto‍⁠ the gaming table,‌‌‌ the man smiled⁠‌ showing his teeth.​⁠‍ It was Linus,‌ the former heir‌ of Belmierd.

In‌​‍ Count Belmierd’s office,‌⁠‍ with her face‌ full of conviction,‍ Ellen spoke to‍⁠ the count.

As‌ he listened, the‍ count’s expression grew‍ ever sterner.

Count⁠‍​ Belmierd, who did‌⁠‌ not want to​⁠ doubt his daughter,‍⁠ began to pay⁠⁠ closer attention to‍ her words.

And‍‌‌ then, in the‌⁠ underground laboratory where‍‌ it had all​ begun, Leonard, whose‌⁠‌ face had been‌‍ hardening, finally jumped‌⁠‍ to his feet.‍‍

The⁠‍ composure had disappeared⁠‍ from his expression.‍

“Move,‌‍ move, move…”

Leonard‌ said in a slightly trembling voice.​‍⁠

But‍‌ Dereck, shaking his⁠⁠ hand a couple⁠​⁠ of times, looked⁠⁠⁠ coldly down at‌‌ him, blocking the​‌ way out of​‍ the basement.

“No.”⁠​

“Damn⁠ you…! Get out‌‌​ of my way!”‌⁠‌

A dark red magic⁠⁠ began to emanate‌‍‍ from Leonard’s body.‌

The​ necromantic energy lingering‌ in the laboratory⁠ responded to his‌​ call and began‌‌ to turn into​​ sorcery.

It‌‍ was a first-level​‌ necromancy spell: “Soul⁠ Summoning.”

Just‌ before the necromantic‍ energy condensed into​​ his body, Dereck⁠ kicked him in⁠⁠​ the stomach again.​‍‌

Crash!‌​⁠

With⁠‍⁠ a muffled sound,⁠‍ Leonard was sent​​‍ flying.

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