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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 105: Power and Love (10)

Chapter 105: Power and Love (10)

“I⁠ already heard about‍‍‍ Sir Rodeia’s legendary⁠⁠‍ feats on Rodentz​​‍ Island at the​‍‍ last meeting. They​‌‌ told me she‍⁠ wielded the Holy‍ Blood Sword and⁠ annihilated dozens of⁠ necromancers in a massive underground hideout⁠ in a single‌ day.”

In​​‌ front of Ellen,‌​‌ who had just​‍⁠ finished her explanation,‍​ the expression of⁠​‌ Count Belmierd, seated⁠ at his desk⁠​ with arms crossed,​⁠‍ grew even more​‌‌ grave.

“They‍​⁠ say that each‌ time she returned​‌ to the detachment​​‍ covered in the⁠ blood of necromancers,‍‍ she looked like‍‌ a reaper risen‍⁠‌ from the underworld.‍​‍ She had spent​‌⁠ her life chasing​⁠ the necromancers of‍ Rodentz Island, and⁠​ it was said⁠ she could recognize⁠‌⁠ the necromancy particular⁠‌ to the island⁠‌ just from its​​‍ faint magical aura.”⁠​

There‍ were various branches‌​ within necromancy, but​⁠​ at least when​‌ it came to⁠ the necromancers of⁠⁠ Rodentz, they could​⁠‍ never escape her​ keen eyes.

Count​‌ Belmierd closed his⁠ eyes softly.

If‍‍‍ Leonard had truly⁠ left under the​‌​ pretense of a pilgrimage in order​​​ to study necromancy,​​ that too represented‍‌‍ a tremendous disgrace​ for House Belmierd.⁠

The​ situation had come⁠⁠ to the point​​ where daughter and​⁠‍ son pointed fingers‌​‌ at each other,‍ shouting that the‍ other was a necromancer.

For‍ Count Belmierd, who‌‌ had to mediate‍⁠​ between the two,‌⁠ his thoughts were‌​ inevitably complex—but in⁠ the end, he‌‌ had to make​⁠⁠ a decision.

Even⁠⁠​ if they were⁠‍​ his own blood,​ he had to⁠​​ cut them off‍ when necessary.

That‌ day, he had⁠​‍ to cut either‍ his daughter or‍​ his son. The‍ weight of that‌‌⁠ truth pressed the‍ Count’s heart down.⁠‍

“Father.”⁠

Ellen,⁠​ who bore the‍‍ hostility of the​‍‌ mansion’s servants and⁠‌‌ vassals, spoke to​​ the Count, who​‌ lowered his gaze‌‍​ under the burden​⁠ of responsibility.

“Father,‌ you have lived‍‍ as a lord,‌‍ leading armies, ruling⁠⁠ sky and earth,⁠ and guiding people​ since your youth.”‍‍‍

“…”⁠⁠

“I​‍ admired your life.​‌ I thought that‌ an existence dedicated⁠ to power, to‌‌ victories, and to⁠​ the respect of‍ others was noble⁠⁠⁠ and wonderful. The⁠​​ most glorious and‍ ideal life I could imagine was‍‌ one like yours.”⁠⁠‌

Were⁠ these words a flattery meant to‍ win over the⁠ Count? No, they⁠‍‌ were not.

Count​‌⁠ Belmierd knew Ellen​​ better than anyone.‍ No matter how‌ cornered she was,⁠ she was not‌‍​ the type to‌‍‍ use cheap compliments‌ to curry favor.‌‌⁠

“However,‌ the life I imagined for you⁠​‌ must have been‌‍ very different from​‍ reality. You must‍‌ have faced many‍⁠​ trials and downfalls‍⁠‌ while maintaining the​ heights of Belmierd.⁠⁠ Sometimes you were‌‍‌ betrayed, lost companions‌ you considered family,​‍⁠ failed to achieve⁠ your goals, had⁠ things taken from​‍‌ you, were slandered,‌‌‌ and fell by⁠⁠​ the envy of⁠ others.”

She‌‌‌ spoke softly as‌‍‌ she played with‌‍‌ the hem of‌ her dress.

In‍ that hell where​ everyone in the‌​⁠ mansion called her‌‌​ a witch, she⁠ seemed to have​ realized something new.‍​

The‍‍ dreamy girl who​⁠‌ had blindly pursued‌ the power she‍‌ admired had matured,​​​ now reflecting on​ the rise and‌‌ fall of life⁠ and her journey⁠​‍ through it.

The‌‍‍ Count’s eyes trembled​ as he looked‌‌​ at Ellen.

The‍ child he thought‌ was locked away‌ in her room,​‍ going through a hard time, had‍⁠ met someone, broadened‍‍ her view of‍‌⁠ the world, learned​ something, and grown⁠ from it.

This‍‍ must be how‍​ one teaches another.⁠

Ellen‌ whispered with a calmer expression.

“That‍‌‌ too is part⁠ of life.”

And‌ before continuing, she⁠​‍ gently closed her​‍ eyes.

Even​‌ in that moment,⁠ the world was‌ full of people‌‍‍ walking their own‌‍​ paths in this‍ roller coaster that​​ is life.

And‍‌‍ as if she​⁠⁠ had made a decision, she slowly‍ opened her eyes​ and spoke.

“Father,‍​​ I don’t ask⁠​ you to trust⁠‍⁠ me immediately. But​ I wanted to​‌ tell you at​‌ least this, for⁠⁠​ all the tireless​‌ effort you’ve made​‌‍ for me.”

Leonard’s‌‍ scream echoed in​ the basement.

A white-haired mercenary summoned​‍ a magic arrow⁠ to subdue Leonard.‌

Leonard​​ quickly pulled a small vial from‌ his chest and‍⁠ smashed it against⁠‍ the floor. With⁠‍⁠ a crash, the​‌‌ vial shattered and⁠‍‌ smoke began to​ fill the narrow‍⁠‌ underground laboratory.

Dereck‌ covered his nose‌‍ with his sleeve​‍​ and summoned wind​​​ magic to regain‍‌⁠ his vision.

When‌‌ he could see⁠⁠ again, the corpses‌​​ Leonard had raised​⁠ through necromancy moved‌​ grotesquely and lunged‌⁠​ at Dereck.

“I‌​​ am a foolish‍⁠‍ and lacking daughter,‌⁠⁠ so I still‍‍ have much to‌⁠ learn. The only‍​‌ fortunate thing is‌‌⁠ that I met​​‌ someone I can​‌ truly call a worthy master, something​ that will never‌‌⁠ happen again in⁠‍‌ my life.”

Dereck’s‌‌⁠ unsheathed sword cut​ swiftly through the‍⁠ horde of corpses.⁠‌‍

However,​ Leonard used the​‌⁠ momentary restriction in‌‍ Dereck’s movements to⁠​⁠ unleash a shockwave‍​‌ of first-level combat​⁠ magic, break down⁠ the wooden door,‍‍‍ and escape to‌⁠ the surface.

Dereck⁠​ quickly neutralized the⁠​ corpses and pursued‌ him without hesitation.⁠⁠‌ Leonard cursed as⁠‌‍ he looked back,​ seeing Dereck ascending​​ the stairs.

A murderous gleam crossed‍ his eyes. Even​ in the darkness,‍⁠‌ his hostility was​‍‌ evident.

A single glance was⁠⁠​ enough to send⁠ chills down the‌​ spine, for he‍⁠‍ had clearly become‍ a hunter.

All​​‍ the prey could⁠ do in the‌​⁠ face of a predator was run⁠​ with all his‌​‌ might.

“I​ am neither of​ noble birth nor‌ perfectly just in‌‍ everything, but… your‍ life was noble,‍ your conviction firm,‌‌‌ and if you‌⁠‌ had a fixed​‌ goal, you never‍ wavered.”

Leonard‌‌ barely managed to​​‌ escape from the⁠​⁠ basement and rolled⁠ across the floor‍‌‌ of Ellen’s room.⁠⁠‍

The‌​ darkness vanished and⁠⁠ his vision brightened.‍‌‌ As he caught‌ his breath in‌ the sunlit room,​‍ Dereck too climbed​​​ out of the​​​ basement stairs.

Leonard​⁠ tried to flee‌ quickly from the‌⁠‍ room, but Dereck‍⁠ grabbed him by​ the nape and​ hurled him into​‌⁠ the corner.

With‌‍‌ a thud, Leonard‍‍⁠ rolled on the​⁠ floor and groaned⁠​​ in pain.

Dereck,‍⁠ sword in hand,​‌‍ approached him, while​‌ Leonard trembled and‍​⁠ raised his voice.⁠‍

“Fine.‍ I lost. You‌ won. I’ll give‌‌ you everything you‌ want. Just don’t​⁠⁠ hand me over​​‍ to that woman​ Rodeia, who looks‍⁠ like a reaper.‍‌‍ If you help​ me escape this‌ mansion right now,⁠⁠⁠ I’ll do anything.⁠ I’ll give you‌​⁠ money, I’ll restore​ Ellen’s honor.”

He​​‍ tried to persuade‌​⁠ Dereck with a long speech, but​​​ Dereck didn’t listen​‍‍ and kicked him​​‌ in the face.⁠‍

With⁠​​ a muffled sound,​‍ something flew out⁠‌ of Leonard’s mouth‌​​ along with fresh‌‍‌ blood. When he⁠​⁠ looked at the⁠‌‌ object rolling on⁠​ the floor, it‌‌⁠ was a white​​​ molar.

“I‌​⁠ think a good⁠⁠‍ teacher is someone‍‌‍ who walks ahead.‍ There will be‌‍‌ times of confusion​ in life, many‍​ moments when life‌⁠ feels like a maze… but seeing‍⁠ someone walk with⁠‌ steady steps helps‌ you find your‌​‍ own path more‍ quickly.”

Leonard,⁠‍⁠ clutching his swollen‌ face, begged for​⁠‌ his life, but⁠​‌ Dereck replied.

“Didn’t‍⁠ I tell you‌ from the beginning?‍ I can’t kill​⁠‍ you now. But​ I can leave‍‌ you on the‌⁠​ brink of death.”‍​

Leonard,‍ with a trembling‍ voice, said,

“You‍‌⁠ can beat me‌ all you want,‌ you can leave‌ me in tatters,‍​‌ but please don’t‌‍ hand me over‍‍ to Rodeia.”

The​​⁠ necromancers who had‍‍ witnessed that woman’s⁠‍​ feats on Rodentz‍ Island thought the‌‌ same way.

The‍ woman who had‌‌ lost her parents​‍ to necromancers had‌⁠ skinned and gutted‍‌‍ those defilers on‍​ Rodentz, carrying out‍⁠ a great vengeance.‍

Those⁠‍‍ who had witnessed⁠ the massacre up⁠ close knew very​​ well what it​‌ meant to fall‌⁠‌ into her hands.⁠​​ Perhaps it was⁠​ better to die⁠‌ beaten by Dereck.‍​​

However,‌‌⁠ Dereck said,

“I‍​‌ have no intention⁠‌‌ of killing you,‍​​ Leonard.”

Leonard​‍ saw Dereck’s indifferent‍​‍ face and gnashed​‍​ his teeth, trying‌‌⁠ to push him​ away by force.‌

While‍​⁠ Dereck hesitated for‌ an instant, Leonard‌​​ smashed through the‌‌‍ window with his​‍ whole body and​ jumped outside.

Crash!⁠

The​​‍ sound of shattering‍‌⁠ glass from one⁠⁠ of the rooms​​ in the main‍ building spread, reaching⁠‌​ even the office​‍ where Count Belmierd‌‌‌ and Ellen were​ conversing in private.‍‍‍

“…?”⁠‌

“The​‌‍ person who serves‍​ as a touchstone‍​​ in my journey​‍ through life is⁠​ someone I truly‌ trust and follow​‍ as a mentor.”‍⁠⁠

Something​⁠‌ strange was happening‍‍ in the mansion.​​

However,⁠⁠ Ellen continued speaking​‍ with a serene‍​ expression and her​​‍ eyes gently closed.‍

“As​‍ I said, I met an admirable‍⁠ and good mentor.​‌‌ Even if I wandered a bit,‍‍‌ I learned how‌ to find my​‌​ way. Knowing who​⁠⁠ the true people‍‍​ are when you’re⁠‍ at the bottom—that’s‌ what really matters.”‍‌

“…”​‌

“Father.‌ I’m not sure‌‌‌ if this is⁠‍ the right time​ to say this…⁠​‌ but please, don’t​ be too surprised.”​‌​

Bang!‍⁠⁠ Boom!

Noises‍‍ echoed from the‌ mansion’s central garden.‍​

It‍​ was the sound⁠⁠‍ of Leonard trying‌ to escape and‌ of Dereck chasing​​​ him.

While⁠ Ellen spoke calmly​‍​ with Count Belmierd,​​⁠ the chase between​‌ the two had⁠‌ already reached its‍ peak.

Leonard‌ fell to the‌‌‍ ground and ran‍‍ back toward the‌ main hall.

Dereck⁠⁠ was chasing him​​ as well.

The​⁠ servants in charge‍‌⁠ of managing the​‌ mansion were shocked⁠⁠ and froze upon​ seeing the scene.‍‌

Leonard​​⁠ shouted,

“What‍​ are you doing?!‍​‌ Stop that intruder!‍⁠​ He’s attacking me⁠⁠ and trying to‌‌‍ frame me!”

Despite‍‌ his screams, the​ cleaning staff only​​ trembled, unable to‍​​ comprehend the situation.‍

Leonard’s‌ steps stumbled as⁠‌​ he advanced down​⁠ the corridor. After​‍ receiving multiple beatings​‌ from Dereck, his‍‍ vision wavered and‍⁠ blurred.

Even⁠‍ so, he bit‍‍ down hard on⁠‍ his bloody lips‌⁠​ and kept running‍​ through the hallway,​‌ kicking furniture and⁠‌​ toppling shelves. He​ tried to slow‌​ the pursuit with⁠ desperate movements, but‍ every obstacle was‌‌⁠ destroyed by Dereck’s‌​‍ magic.

He​⁠ couldn’t overpower a veteran mercenary in​⁠‍ physical strength. Nor‍ could he surpass​​​ him with magic.‍

In​⁠ the end, if⁠​‍ Leonard wanted to‌‌‍ fight him, he‌ had to rely⁠⁠⁠ on trickery and‍‌​ luck. Without resorting‍ to forbidden necromancy,⁠⁠ Leonard couldn’t even​‌ touch Dereck.

Dereck’s⁠ hand, closing in‍ step by step,​‌⁠ reached Leonard’s back.⁠⁠

Leonard⁠⁠ clenched his teeth‌ and shoved that‌ hand away, rolling‍​‌ across the floor⁠‍⁠ and unleashing necromantic⁠​​ power once again.‍

Numerous⁠‍ vengeful spirits gathered‌⁠ around his body,‌‌ taking form, and​‌⁠ when he clenched‌​‍ his fist, they‌‍‍ transformed into magic.‌

The​​ spell he cast⁠⁠‌ toward Dereck was⁠ “Life Drain.” Among​ forbidden spells, it⁠‌ was one of​​ the vilest, as‌​⁠ it directly drained‌​​ the opponent’s vitality.‌‍

However,⁠ before the magic​‌ could fully manifest,⁠ Dereck grabbed him​​⁠ by the collar‌⁠ and began striking⁠‍‌ his face over⁠ and over.

Thud,⁠ thud!

The‍ sound echoed through‌‍‌ the entire hallway.‌​

His​⁠ face twisted horribly,‌​​ unable even to‍ let out a groan. Blood splattered⁠ across Dereck’s face,‌⁠‍ but his expression​ remained impassive.

Dereck​ was recognized as⁠‌ a skilled mage.‌

However,‍ he used almost‌⁠ no real magic‌‌ against Leonard.

Responding​⁠ to an opponent’s⁠ magic with magic‍ only made sense​​ when both were​ on similar levels.​‍​

Leonard’s‍‌‌ magical skills were⁠ no match for‍‌‍ Dereck.

There‍⁠⁠ was no need‍ to even use⁠ magic to subdue​‌‍ him.

But‍​‍ Leonard didn’t give​‌‍ up. While chanting‌ another necromantic spell,‍​​ a skeletal hand‌‌ emerged around Dereck’s‍‍ feet and made​​ him stumble.

Dereck​​‌ quickly regained his‍‍​ stance, but Leonard​ slipped from his⁠​‍ grasp and ran‌​⁠ down the corridor​ again. Staggering, he​⁠​ managed to put​ a little more‍ distance between them.‍⁠

He‌‌​ could escape.

Dereck‍‍ was a highly‍ skilled mercenary, but​ he wasn’t impossible‌ to shake off.‌

If‌⁠ he obstructed his‌​‌ path using necromantic​ magic, in which⁠ he felt most⁠⁠⁠ confident, and managed⁠‍ to leave the‌​⁠ mansion, he might‍⁠‍ survive.

Once⁠⁠ his safety was​⁠ secured, the time​ for revenge would‌ come.

House‌ Belmierd would scold⁠ and excommunicate him,‍​⁠ but as long‍‍ as he kept‍​⁠ his body alive,‌ he could always⁠ find an opportunity​‍​ to kill that​⁠ ignorant mercenary.

With‌‍ that thought, he‍​ clung to the‍‌​ thin thread of​ hope and ran⁠ again toward the​⁠‍ garden.

Running‌⁠​ through the garden‍ lined with labyrinthine‍ hedges, he shoved​⁠⁠ gardeners aside and‌‍‍ pushed through them.⁠

Boom!‍

Dereck‍ entered in long‍‌‌ strides, smashing through‌⁠‍ all the hedges​ in the garden,‌‍​ and found him.⁠‍

Leonard,‍‍‌ once again, surrounded⁠ himself with spirits‍ and used basic​‍​ necromancy to hinder​‌​ Dereck’s movements.

Seeing‌ Dereck slow down⁠‌​ more and more,‌​ a smile spread‍‌ across his face.​‍⁠

Clearly,‌‌ Dereck was struggling‍​ due to his‍⁠ interference.

Allowing​ the escape from⁠​ the basement had​​ been his mistake‌‌ from the start.​‍‌

This‌​ mansion was where‌⁠⁠ Leonard had played​​‍ since childhood. He⁠‍‌ knew every escape‌ route and hidden​‍‌ passage by heart.‌‌

If‌ he made proper⁠ use of the⁠‍‍ environment and necromancy,‍ getting rid of​​ that slow mercenary‍​⁠ was no big​ deal.

Before⁠ the servants or‌ soldiers arrived, he⁠‌​ had to escape⁠​ the mansion quickly.‌

If⁠​​ he took a horse from the​‌​ stables and galloped‌ away, he could‌​ reach the plains‍⁠ before a real‍ pursuit began.

That‌ was when he‍ looked back to‍ gauge the distance‌‍‍ between himself and​‍‌ Dereck.

Thud!​‌⁠

The‌‍ magic in the‌​ surroundings fluctuated, and​‌ his movements became⁠ so fast they‍‍ couldn’t be followed‍‍ with the eye.​​

It‍ was 3-star transformation⁠ magic: “Acceleration.”

Dereck,‍ with his natural​‌ talent for magic,​‍‍ had been able⁠‍‍ to completely replicate‍​ the acceleration spell⁠‌ Siern had used,‌⁠ just by seeing‍‍ it a few‍⁠‌ times.

Leonard‌ couldn’t have known.‌​ When Dereck decided⁠‍ to move with‌ speed, it was⁠⁠⁠ impossible to follow​​ his movements.

Before​⁠ he knew it,‌ he was lifted‌ by the neck,‍‌‍ caught by Dereck’s​‌​ arm.

Leonard⁠‍‍ clawed at the⁠‌‍ hand gripping his⁠‌​ throat, choking out⁠‍ a sound.

But‌​ Dereck didn’t care.⁠⁠

In‍ the middle of⁠​‍ the garden, where​‌ the hedges had​‍ been smashed down‌ and the ground​⁠‌ lay in ruins,⁠⁠⁠

Dereck‍‍​ held Leonard by⁠ the neck and⁠​ spoke.

“Do​​ you want to​​⁠ continue?”

As‌‌ he said that,‍‍ Dereck’s calm eyes‌​⁠ looked at Leonard.​​

“Gu…‍ ugh… gu…”

It‍‌ was then that⁠⁠ Leonard realized.

From‍⁠ the beginning, in⁠ the basement, Dereck⁠​ had not lost⁠‍ him. He had⁠‍ let him escape.‌

If⁠⁠​ he had used‍ acceleration magic from‍​‍ the start, there​⁠⁠ would have been‍‌‍ no such chase.‌⁠⁠

But‌‍ he gave Leonard⁠⁠‍ hope that he⁠​⁠ could escape, made‍ him believe he‌⁠ could outpace him⁠ if he gave‌⁠‍ it his all,‍​‍ and forced him‌ to struggle desperately‍ to break free.‍

Why‍‍ had he gone‍‌⁠ to such trouble?‌‍‌

The‍⁠ reason was clear.​‍

“It’s‌ necromancy…! Young master⁠‍ Leonard used necromancy…!”‍

“Call‍⁠​ the Count…! And‌⁠‍ the chief steward…!”​​

“Aaaah!​​ Aaaah!!”

As‍‌ chaos broke out​ within the mansion,​ Leonard bit down​⁠​ hard on his‌‌ bloodied lip.

He​‌ felt as though⁠ everything was moving​​ according to Dereck’s⁠ plan.

“It’s‌​ noisy outside the⁠‌​ mansion, father.”

Ellen​⁠‌ spoke softly.

While⁠ the Count and‌​‍ Ellen held a private conversation, what⁠ was happening outside?‍

Although‌⁠⁠ Ellen could not⁠‌ know the details,‌‍​ she spoke with​ her usual calm.⁠​

She‍ laughed gently, brushed‍​ a hand through​⁠ her beautiful red​​⁠ hair, and smiled⁠‌ seductively.

Even⁠‍ in that moment,‌‍ when she was‌ the object of‌‍‌ everyone’s hatred and‍‍ scorn, she remained​ as composed as‌‌ if nothing were⁠⁠‍ happening.

Seeing‍ her, Count Belmierd⁠‌⁠ spoke.

“Yes,⁠​‍ Ellen. Then, what⁠‌‌ is it you⁠ want to say⁠ for the last‌⁠⁠ time?”

“…Please‍ don’t misunderstand me,​ father. As I said, I, Ellen,‌ was born an⁠​‍ ordinary person with‌ many shortcomings, I dreamed of power,‍‌‍ I met an​ unbeatable rival and​​ felt frustrated, I fell to the‌ very bottom and​‍ lost all confidence‍ and faith.”

Ellen’s‌‍ gentle tone seemed‌‌‍ to conceal a deeper meaning.

Count⁠⁠‌ Belmierd, hearing his​‍ daughter’s confession, felt‍‍ something was amiss.‍⁠

“Even‍ so, I believe‍​ all those processes‍‍‌ had meaning. Because‌ I met a good person.”

“…”‍‌⁠

“Yes.​ In every trial,‍⁠​ the one who‍‍ stood by me​​⁠ was, in the⁠⁠⁠ end, Baron Ravenclaw.‍​​ What more can​​​ I say? I have come to​ believe without a doubt that he​ is truly trustworthy,‌​‌ worthy of faith,‌⁠ and that he‍ will be a great ally for‌‍‌ life if I keep him by‍‍ my side.”

Count‍​ Belmierd nodded and‌ finally replied.

“I​‌‍ agree that he​‌ is a good⁠‍⁠ man. Many people​​‍ wish to have‌‌​ him as a mentor, but that​‍ lone wolf would‌‍ never swear loyalty‌ to another.”

“Yes,‌‍ father. But I am not saying‍‍ I want that‍‍​ man as my‍​‍ mentor.”

“…Then⁠ what do you‌‌⁠ mean?”

At‍ the new question,​​⁠ Ellen fell silent.‍‌

As​‌ their eyes met⁠‍‍ for a moment,⁠‌‌ she lowered her​‌ gaze awkwardly.

Her‍‌ strangely flushed face‍⁠ and her entwined​ fingers made her‍​⁠ seem more like‍⁠ an ordinary girl‌‌‍ than a noble‌⁠‍ lady.

The⁠ difference was unsettling.⁠‍

What​‍ image came to​​‌ mind when one‍​ thought of Ellen?​

At‌‌ the height of⁠​ power, commanding her⁠‌‍ vassals, exuding such​ a noble aura‌ that it was‌ intimidating to approach‍‌ her… She was‍ like a rose​ blooming on a cliff.

But‌ now, who was​ this unmistakable girl‌‌ before him?

Seeing⁠‌‌ her like this…​ the expression of‍‍ the bewildered Count​‌ Belmierd began to​‍ harden little by⁠​‍ little.

Soon,​​‍ drops of cold‍ sweat began to‌ run down his‌​‌ neck.

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