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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 106: Aiselin & Ellen (1)

Chapter 106: Aiselin & Ellen (1)

With‌‍‌ a grating sound,‍​ Leonard ground his​‍ teeth.

He⁠​‌ clawed at Dereck’s‌ hand, which was​⁠ gripping his neck​ and lifting him⁠⁠​ up, trying to​ break free, but‍ the sturdy arm‌ did not budge‌ an inch.

Leonard’s⁠​ eyes were bloodshot,‌‌​ drool dripping as‌⁠ he couldn’t breathe⁠ properly. Still, with‌ a desperate determination⁠ to survive, he⁠‌‍ struggled to free‍‌ himself from Dereck’s​‍ hand.

After​‌ a long struggle,​ his strength finally‌ gave out and‍ his body went​‍ limp.

With⁠ a choking sound,⁠ a flash of​‌ determination appeared in‍‌⁠ his eyes for⁠‍ a moment.

“…”‌‌⁠

At⁠‌‌ the same time,​ Leonard’s already white​ hair began to‍‍‌ turn completely white.​

‘…What?’‍‍

As‌ Dereck frowned and​ looked at him,⁠ an incredible amount‍⁠​ of mana and​ vengeful spirits began‍ to burst out‍ from the area⁠‍ around Leonard’s heart.‌

Whooosh!⁠⁠

The⁠‌ sudden explosion of‌‌⁠ physical force pushed‍‌​ Dereck back, and​‌‌ Leonard, freed from​⁠⁠ his grip, fell‌‌ to the ground‌ sneezing.

“Cough,‍‌​ agh… cough!”

As⁠ he resumed breathing‍⁠ and let air⁠‌ fill his lungs,‌‌​ life returned to⁠‍ Leonard’s eyes.

However,‍ blood leaked from⁠‍⁠ his nose, ears,​‌ and mouth. Seeing​ this, Dereck narrowed​ his eyes and‌‍‌ took a combat‍ stance.

The‍‌‌ necromancers of Rodentz‍‌​ Island had fields⁠⁠⁠ of specialization different​⁠ from common necromancers.​​

Their​‍​ specialty was sacrificial‍ necromancy, which produced​​ strange miracles using‍ flesh and life‌ as mediums.

Although⁠⁠ they usually used‍‌‌ wooden dolls or⁠⁠​ mammal corpses as‌‍⁠ offerings for their‌‌‍ rituals, in the‍‍ end, the most⁠‌​ efficient method was‍⁠‍ human sacrifice.

However,‍ when cornered, there​ was no practical⁠‌ way to find‌ someone to sacrifice.‌‌ That’s why, when⁠‌⁠ the Rodentz necromancers​ were driven to‌⁠⁠ the wall, they‌‌ began offering their‌‍ own flesh and​‍‌ body as sacrifice.⁠‌⁠

Their‍ end was usually‍⁠‍ horrific. Many of⁠ them bet everything‍​⁠ just to drag‌ their enemy down​​​ with them before‍​‍ being captured and⁠ executed.

After‌ all, those who‍‍ practice forbidden arts⁠‌ usually end up‍⁠​ either executed atrociously⁠ or spending the‍​​ rest of their‍‍​ days in prison.‌⁠ In that case,⁠‌​ they preferred to​ take their enemy​ to the grave,​ even if it⁠​ cost them an⁠ arm or a leg.

Perhaps​‌ Leonard thought the‌⁠‌ same, for one​‍​ of his legs‌‍​ had vanished without⁠ anyone noticing. Only​‌‌ fresh blood poured​ from his thigh.​

Propping⁠‌ himself up with⁠‍ his arms from‍ the ground, he‌⁠ vomited blood and‍⁠ shouted.

“Do‍​‌ you think… I’m​‍​ going to die‌‌ here…?!”

“…”​‌

“I​‌ can’t… I can’t​‌ die here. After⁠ living in the​​ shadow of my⁠‌ brother Linus, unable‌⁠ to spread my⁠‍ wings, I finally⁠​ gained an opportunity,⁠⁠ and now my​ sister Ellen stands​⁠ in my way?‌‍ Ugh… Ugh… If​ you thought I’d⁠‍‌ give up because‍‌​ of that, you’re⁠ dead wrong…”

Leonard‌ exuded a strange⁠‌ aura, letting blood‍ drip onto the‌ garden floor.

“Do‌ you think I’m⁠‌ different from Sister‍ Ellen? I wanted​​‌ power too. I wanted to stand​⁠ above everyone and⁠‍‌ give orders. That’s‌ all. How am‍‍​ I different from‍‌​ Sister Ellen?”

“So‌‌ this is your⁠ plan?”

“So‌‌ what? Baron Ravenclaw.‍⁠ Life must seem⁠‍⁠ easy to you.‍ Born with innate​‍ magical talent, you⁠​⁠ can master new⁠ magic just by‌ seeing it, leaving⁠​ your peers behind⁠ with extraordinary marks.⁠⁠​ You don’t understand‌ someone like me.”⁠‍

As⁠‌ the aura of‍ vengeful spirits engulfed‍‌​ the garden, skeletal‍‌ soldiers reeking of​​‍ rot began to⁠‌‌ emerge from the​⁠ ground.

The‌​ swirling group of‍‌ spirits around Leonard‌‍‌ was so ghastly⁠‍ that all the​‍‌ servants began to‍‌⁠ scream and flee.​‌

The​‌ high officials shouted‌⁠ to call the​⁠ soldiers, and the‍ squires, without even​⁠​ thinking of drawing‍​​ their swords, collapsed‌‌ as their legs‍​⁠ gave out.

Dereck⁠ stood firm before‌‌ them, clutching his​⁠⁠ fluttering cloak tightly.‌​

Leonard,‍ crawling on the​⁠ ground, glared at‍​​ him with bloodshot⁠ eyes.

“I⁠‍‌ am not like⁠ you. I know‍⁠ how harsh and​⁠ shitty life can⁠‌‍ be. To achieve​‍​ your goals, you​‌​ must use any‌⁠ means. Push your‍‍ rivals over the⁠‍⁠ cliff, deceive those⁠ who would deceive‌ you, be ruthless,⁠⁠​ cold, and relentless.‌‌ Without heaven’s blessing,⁠ it’s better to‍ be a despicable‌ winner than live‌ shoved around and​​ miserable.”

“…”‌

“The​⁠‌ reason Sister Ellen​​‍ can act so‍ noble and elegant​⁠ is because she’s​ been blessed with​ talent. You still‍‌ don’t understand. Do​⁠ you know why‌​ Brother Linus gave​​ up his position⁠⁠⁠ as heir and​‌‍ left the family?”‌‌⁠

Amid⁠ the whirlwind of‍ spirits, Leonard spoke⁠ each word like⁠ a curse.

“Brother‌ Linus, from the‌ very beginning—”

“I⁠ don’t care, you‍​‍ talk too much.”‌

Dereck‍⁠ cut off Leonard,⁠⁠ who was spitting‍ resentment and rage⁠ in the howling‍‍‌ wind.

Seeing​ Dereck’s expression, Leonard’s‍ pupils dilated for​ an instant.

Then,‌‍⁠ gritting his teeth,‍‍​ he tried to⁠ scream something filled⁠ with hatred.

Thud,⁠​ Thud!

Two⁠ magic arrows pierced​‌‍ his shoulder.

Although‍‌‍ it was a first-level spell and‍‍​ its power wasn’t⁠⁠⁠ high, Dereck’s magic‍⁠​ was different due​‍⁠ to its destructive​​ force. In that​​‌ instant, Leonard realized​⁠ the nerves in‌ his shoulder had‍‍⁠ been paralyzed.

Crack!‌‌

“Aaaargh!”‌‍

Dereck‍⁠‍ then crushed the​​​ skeletal soldiers one​​‌ by one and⁠⁠⁠ rushed to the‌⁠⁠ center of the⁠ garden. His figure,⁠‍​ advancing through the‍‍ furious wind, looked‍‌ like that of⁠​⁠ a reaper.

When‍​‌ he reached Leonard,‌⁠ he kicked him‍​ in the head,‌​ causing fresh blood‌‍ to gush out​ again.

And‌ when he lifted‍ him by the​ head, Leonard, his⁠‍‌ eyes completely white,​ kept bleeding.

Yet‌ his determination was‍ chilling.

Leonard,​⁠ who quickly regained‍‍‌ clarity, gathered his‍‍ magical power.

The‍ reason the necromancers‌ of Rodentz Island⁠‍ were so troublesome‌‍⁠ was because, when‍​‌ cornered, they all‍​⁠ used high-level necromancy.⁠⁠

Even​⁠ a criminal who​ had barely reached‍​ the level of‍‍⁠ a one-star could‌‌ use three-star spells‍ or higher if​ they were willing‌‍ to burn their‌⁠ entire body and‌ life.

Watching⁠‌ them use their‌​​ body as a projectile was sheer​ madness.

Three-star⁠⁠ Necromancy: “Advanced Soul‍‍‌ Absorption.”

He‍‌​ stretched out his‌​​ hand toward Dereck⁠‌ and tried to⁠⁠ snatch his life‌​⁠ in an instant.‍

Slash!‌

Leonard’s‍ right hand vanished.⁠

It‍⁠‌ was not sacrificed‍‍‌ for necromancy.

Dereck’s‍ sword, which had‌​⁠ already done its​​ work, was returning‌‍‌ to its sheath.‍‌

Blood⁠‍‍ sprayed.

Leonard​‌ couldn’t even scream.‍

Zap!‍‍‌

Necromancy⁠‍ that touches the‌ soul directly causes‍​‌ lethal wounds with​​ just one success.​ The veteran mercenary,⁠ who knew this​‍⁠ very well, would‌⁠ never allow himself‌​ to be touched.‌‌

But‍ humans have two⁠‍‌ hands.

Just⁠‍ as Leonard tried​‍​ to grab Dereck’s​ thigh with his⁠‌‍ other intact hand,​‌‍ Dereck kicked his⁠ forearm.

His⁠ response, never allowing‍‍‍ necromancy, was so‌​​ precise it seemed​​‌ he had faced⁠⁠ it many times​‍ before.

“Ugh,‌ agh!”

As‌⁠‍ Leonard, rolling on‌⁠⁠ the ground, extended⁠​‌ his palm toward​ Dereck to launch‍‍‌ another spell…

Thud!​ Thud!

Slash!‌‌

At⁠‍‍ the moment Dereck‍⁠‌ took a defensive⁠ stance, a third‍ person appeared between​‌⁠ them and swung⁠ a sword.

It‌‍ was as if​​‌ time slowed.

In⁠⁠​ that fleeting instant,⁠​ Dereck clearly saw‌⁠‌ how the sword​ cut through the​‌​ necromancy Leonard had‌​ manifested along with‌⁠ his magical power.‌⁠

The⁠ sacred text engraved‌‌​ in red letters‍⁠⁠ on the silver‍ blade caught his​‍‍ attention.

It‌‌⁠ was the “Sacred⁠‍​ Blood Sword” of⁠ Rodelia, the hero‍ who had slain​‌‌ hundreds of necromancers‌⁠ on Rodentz Island.‌

Flash!‌

Roar!​‌‌

Soon,⁠ the spirits Leonard​ had summoned turned‍‌‌ into light and​‌ disappeared.

The‌‍⁠ mysterious power that‍‌ nullified all necromancy​ in the area‍‌⁠ with a single⁠ slash was undoubtedly‌ worthy of the⁠‍ title of hero.​⁠‍

The⁠​ light that burst​⁠ was so dazzling​​‌ that Dereck squeezed​‌​ his eyes shut.‌

When⁠ he opened them⁠‌⁠ again, the only‍ thing he saw⁠​‌ was Leonard, eyes​ wide open.

And‌⁠​ a figure standing‍ before him.

“You​⁠ weren’t late. Were‌‌ you the one⁠⁠‌ who sent the‌‍ letter to Viscount⁠ Renouel?”

The​‌ one who had‌ intervened and ended‌‌‌ the fight was​ the heroine of‍ the Renouel Viscounty,⁠‍‍ Lady Rodelia.

The⁠‌ scars covering her​‌​ face were proof⁠ that she was‍ a veteran of​⁠ the battlefields.

Though​ already a middle-aged​ woman with a few fine wrinkles,‍⁠‍ her white hair‌ braided back was⁠⁠ worthy of a holy knight.

Despite‌⁠ the years, her‌​​ vigor had not​‍⁠ waned.

She⁠‌ wore silver armor‌‌ heavy even for‌​ men and leapt​ from a great⁠‍⁠ white horse, glaring‍ fiercely at Leonard.​‍‌

She​‍‍ was a slayer​ of necromancers.

And‍⁠ before her, there⁠‌ remained only one‌⁠ necromancer crawling with​ severed legs.

Soon,​⁠ Leonard’s eyes began⁠ to distort with​ fear.

***‌‌‌

Clank,​ clank.

“Huff,‍‍ huff… Ugh…”

Each‌ time the middle-aged‌‍⁠ heroine moved, her‌​ silver armor resounded⁠ with a clang.​​

Lady‌‌⁠ Rodelia approached Leonard,‌‍‍ who was crawling‌ on the ground,‍‍ and lifted him‌​ by the collar‌‌‍ of his shirt.‍​ Blood began to‌‌‍ drip to the⁠ ground. From the‌‌ amount he had⁠‌​ already lost, his‌‌⁠ life was in​​‌ danger.

Rodelia‌‌‌ looked at him⁠​ silently and said.⁠​​

“If​ we leave him​ like this, he’ll​​⁠ die. We must⁠⁠⁠ stop the bleeding⁠‌ immediately.”

No‌‌ matter how evil‍‌​ a person was,‌⁠⁠ not allowing their‌​​ life to be‍ extinguished in vain‌‍‌ would have been​​‌ a touching story,‍⁠ if that had‌‍ truly been the​ case.

“Don’t​ think you’ll die‍​‍ so easily. Isn’t‌‍ that right?”

Rodelia’s‍​ attempt to keep​ him alive had⁠​ nothing to do‍‍​ with compassion.

Leonard’s‌ face twisted in​ fear again, but​‍ Rodelia’s expression did​ not change in‌​‌ the slightest.

She‍‍ looked toward the⁠‍ entrance of the⁠ Belmierd mansion, where‍​‍ her companions were​ arriving on horseback.​‌

Dereck​ easily grasped the​⁠ situation.

After⁠​​ receiving his letter,‌‍‌ Rodelia had sensed​ the trace of⁠ necromantic magic from​‌‍ afar while heading‍‍ toward the Belmierd‌ mansion.

It‍‌​ was impressive that​‌‍ she had detected‌ necromancy from such​​ a distance. She⁠​​ had gripped the‍⁠‍ reins tightly and​ galloped at full‍ speed, even ignoring⁠⁠‍ the gatekeepers to​‍‍ burst straight into‍‌ the property.

She​ had arrived so‍​‌ quickly that she​​‌ even preceded the‍⁠‍ Belmierd family soldiers,‌ who had already​ been alerted.

A heroine never arrives⁠⁠ late in times‌‍ of crisis. Rodelia’s⁠‌ punctual arrival was‍ proof of that.​

Now,‌⁠​ her companions, who‌​‌ had followed behind,‌‌‍ entered the garden‌‌‌ with sweat-drenched faces.​

“The​⁠‌ situation is already‌⁠‍ under control. This‍ man is a criminal who has‍‌ violated the taboo.‍​‍ First, stop the⁠ bleeding and treat​‌⁠ his wounds. Then​‌ we’ll interrogate him⁠⁠ about the necromantic‌ magic of Rodentz​ Island.”

“Huh?​‍‌ It’s already over?”‌

“The‍‍‌ competent mage has​ already resolved almost⁠‌​ everything.”

Saying⁠‌ that, Rodelia handed​ the trembling Leonard​‌⁠ over to her​‍​ companions. Trisha, who⁠‍‍ had just arrived⁠⁠⁠ with them, turned‌‌ pale at the‌ sight of Leonard‍‌ covered in blood.​‍‌

After​ organizing the situation,⁠⁠ Rodelia dusted off⁠‍ her hands and‌ walked firmly toward‌ Dereck.

Her‍​⁠ complexion was normal,‌⁠ and her features,‍ marked by the⁠ passage of time,​​⁠ reflected her age.⁠‍‌ However, her intelligent‌‍‍ eyes shone with⁠‌​ vitality, and the‍‌ metallic sound of‍‌​ her armor commanded‍ respect.

Though‌‍​ a woman and‌ quite older, she⁠‌‍ was still a warrior who had‍⁠‍ soared across battlefields.⁠

Even⁠‌‍ Emperor Gatrell had⁠ recognized her, granting‌‌‍ her the title‍​‍ of count and​⁠‍ elevating her to‌​⁠ countess to dignify‌ her status.

Those​⁠ under her protection⁠​ must have felt​ as if they‌‍ had a thousand⁠⁠‌ soldiers at their​ back.

Of‌​ course, if she​⁠⁠ became an enemy,‍‍‌ she was more‌‌​ terrifying than a demon from hell.⁠‌

When⁠‍ it came to‌ killing necromancers, she‍⁠ was a ruthless⁠ figure, capable of‍‌‌ ripping out intestines⁠‌ or flaying without‍⁠​ a blink.

Her​ kind appearance was⁠​ merely a mask‌‌‌ to conceal her​​ ferocity.

As‍‌‌ if to confirm​‍ this, Rodelia greeted⁠ Dereck with a warm smile like‌ sunlight.

“You​⁠⁠ seem skilled at‌ dealing with necromancers.​​ Are you Baron​​‌ Dereck Lydof Ravenclaw,‍⁠⁠ who made a great contribution during‍ the disaster in‌‍‍ the Duke Duplain’s⁠‍​ household?”

“It‍⁠ is an honor‍⁠‍ to meet you,⁠ Lady Rodelia.”

“Yes.‌​ I thought it‍ would be nice‌ to meet you‌​ someday, but I did not expect‌‍‌ it to be‍‌​ under such circumstances.”⁠⁠‍

Rodelia⁠⁠‌ let out a short laugh while⁠‌⁠ wiping the blood‌ off her silver⁠ gauntlet.

“It‌‍‌ seems my foolish‍⁠​ daughter Trisha went⁠‍​ alone to the⁠​ Ravenclaw household… If​‌‍ her insolent attitude​​⁠ caused any trouble,⁠​ I apologize as​‌ her mother.”

At⁠⁠​ those words, Trisha,​‌‍ who was giving​‍ orders to the​‌‍ attendants, turned pale.​

Though​‍ she usually overflowed‌‌ with arrogance, in‌‍‌ front of her‌​ mother Rodelia, she‍ became like a meek lamb.

The​‌⁠ brat who had‌‍ thrown tea at‍ Ellen in the⁠‌​ Rose Hall now‌ simply stood there,⁠⁠​ her face blue.⁠‌

Raised​​ under a heroine‍⁠ like Rodelia, it⁠⁠⁠ seemed the only​ thing she had​‌ learned was cunning.⁠‍

“Usually,‍ when faced with‍​​ necromancy, people panic‍ and flee, or⁠‌ freeze in terror…​‌​ But you seem⁠‍ to have calmness​‌‍ carved into your‌ soul. You look​​⁠ like you have⁠ real combat experience.”⁠⁠

“Thanks​‌ to my long⁠ life as a mercenary, I rarely‍​⁠ lose my composure‌‌ in real battle‍‌ situations.”

“Ah,​⁠ is that so?”‌

Rodelia⁠ rested her chin‍‍‌ on one hand‍‌ and observed Dereck‍ carefully from head⁠⁠‍ to toe.

Though‌​​ her satisfied smile‍‌​ was unsettling, Dereck⁠ simply remained silent,⁠ hiding his discomfort.⁠​

From⁠‍‌ experience, he knew‍​​ well that when​​ a powerful person⁠⁠‌ smiled that way‍​ and their eyes‌ gleamed, it meant‍‍‍ something bad was‍‌ about to happen.​

“Well,​⁠ there are many​‌ things I want‌‍ to ask you‌ in person, but⁠⁠ now is not‍⁠​ the time. Although‌‍‌ it was an‌​‌ emergency due to​ the necromancy, I entered the Belmierd​⁠ mansion on horseback‌‌ without requesting permission,‍​ bypassing the gatekeeper…​​ That could be​ considered a grave​​ disrespect toward Count‌‌‌ Belmierd.”

Given⁠⁠‌ the circumstances, it‌ seemed unlikely anyone​​‌ would question that‌⁠ breach of etiquette.​‌​ Still, Rodelia valued⁠⁠​ order and rules​‌ greatly.

As⁠​⁠ she sheathed the‌ Sacred Blood Sword,‍⁠ she said.

“First,‍ I must present‍​ myself to Count​‍ Belmierd and apologize.​ It would be‌‌⁠ better to speak‌​⁠ with you later,‍‌ Sir Dereck.”

With‌‍ that, Rodelia turned⁠ toward the main‌ building of the⁠⁠​ Belmierd mansion.

The‌⁠‌ place was steeped‍​⁠ in chaos. The​​‍ garden was half‌ destroyed, a necromancer​ had appeared among⁠‍ the staff, and‍​‍ Rodelia had burst‍ in directly.

All‌​ this had happened‌‍ in just a few minutes, leaving​‍​ the staff utterly‌‌ bewildered.

It⁠​ was time to​⁠ begin resolving the‍ confusion.

Just⁠ as Rodelia was‌⁠‌ about to mount‌‌ her beloved horse.⁠​

Crrreeeek.​

The⁠⁠​ door of the‍ Belmierd mansion opened,⁠‌ and the master​⁠‌ of the house​​ appeared.

***​

A red and gold‌‌ silk doublet, with‌‌‍ the family crest‌​‍ embroidered in golden‍⁠⁠ thread over the⁠​⁠ chest. A cloak‌​ made from the‍⁠‌ pelt of a giant gray wolf‍ rested on his⁠‍‍ shoulders, giving him⁠​‌ an imposing air.​‍‌

He‌​‍ stroked his thick‌​ brown beard as‌‍ he descended into​⁠ the garden, followed​‍‍ by Ellen with‌‍‍ a serene air.‍‍⁠

At‍ the sight of​​⁠ them, the servants​​ of the mansion​ could not help‍‍ but shudder.

Noble‍‍⁠ and elegant. Already⁠‌‌ dressed in a new gown and‌‍ with her hair⁠​⁠ carefully arranged, she⁠​ had the appearance‌ worthy of being‌ called the Rose​ of Belmierd. Her⁠​​ flaming hair flowed‌‍⁠ down like butterfly‌‌‍ wings.

The​​ haggard look from⁠ her long confinement‌‍‌ had vanished, and⁠⁠‍ walking alongside the‍ Margrave of Belmierd,⁠⁠ the message was​ clear.

She‌⁠‌ had been scorned‌ as a witch,‌​‌ but now she‍​ had regained all​‍ her authority.

“Rodelia‍‌​ of the Renuel‍ family greets Count⁠​ Belmierd. Upon sensing‌⁠ necromantic magic, I entered the mansion⁠‍ without permission, committing⁠​ a grave discourtesy.”‌

“…”‍

Count‌⁠ Belmierd looked at⁠​‍ the devastated garden,⁠‌‍ then at Leonard,​ who was being​​‍ tended to by​⁠ the vassals of‍⁠​ the Renuel family.‍

A dense emotion weighed​‌‌ in his gaze.​‌​ He closed his‍‍​ eyes for a moment, then opened⁠‍ them and spoke‍‍ slowly.

“Lady​‍ Rodelia, soon you​⁠‌ will be in‍‌​ a rank equal‍‍‌ to mine. It‍‍ will not be‌‍‌ necessary for you‍‌ to treat me​⁠ as a superior.”⁠

“Even⁠ so, compared to⁠‍ the dignity of​⁠​ Count Belmierd, I am insignificant. Authority⁠‌‍ is born of‌‌​ discipline, and as​​‌ the leader of‌⁠‍ a humble viscounty,​‍ how could I not bow before​‌‍ you?”

“You​⁠⁠ are still as⁠‍ rigid as ever,​​ Lady Rodelia.”

“I⁠ am grateful you‍ say that I value principles, Count⁠ Belmierd.”

Rodelia’s⁠⁠​ smile was infinitely‍ gentle. But the​⁠‍ Margrave of Belmierd‌‍ knew well.

He‍​‌ must not be‌⁠ deceived by that‌‍ appearance and think​ she was simply‍ a kind woman.‌‍‌ On the battlefield,‌ Rodelia had shed⁠‌⁠ more blood than​ he had in​⁠ his years of‍‍‍ glory.

“I‌ thank you for‌‌ coming to assist‍⁠‌ in Belmierd’s affairs,​‍​ but as you‍‍ can see, today​​ I have lost​⁠​ a son.”

The‌ Margrave of Belmierd’s‍ face was somber.​

He⁠‌ was in no‌ condition to maintain​⁠ a pleasant conversation‍‍⁠ with Rodelia.

Knowing‌ this, she avoided​ any trivial remarks.‍‍

“I‌ would like to​⁠‍ speak with Leonard.​ As lord of​‌ this house, I must first resolve​‌ this situation…”

Count⁠ Belmierd straightened with⁠⁠​ difficulty and looked‍ at the servants,⁠ who still kept‍ their heads bowed.⁠‌​ A shadow clouded‍‌ his expression.

“Try⁠ to understand, even‍‌ a little, the⁠ feelings of a father who has‍⁠ lost a son.”‌

“…”​​​

“I⁠ leave all judgment​⁠ of this situation‍‍ to my daughter,‍ Ellen. Once Leonard​‌⁠ is stabilized, bring​‌‍ him to my​​‌ office.”

With⁠​ that, Count Belmierd,⁠​ head bowed and⁠⁠​ shadowed, returned inside.​

His⁠‌‍ shoulders were burdened⁠ with many weights.⁠‍‌ The responsibilities as‍ lord and as‍‍⁠ father pressed equally,​ making his back‌⁠‍ bend further and‌ further.

Rodelia‌ said nothing as‌⁠‍ she watched him.⁠⁠‍

She​ too had aged,⁠ and she understood⁠ well that the‍ duties of a father and those‌‍​ of a ruler​⁠​ often conflicted.

“As​​⁠ you have heard,‍​ I have been‌ entrusted with full‌​​ authority to handle⁠‍ this situation.”

Ellen​‌⁠ gracefully descended the‍‍‍ marble stairs connecting‌​⁠ to the great​⁠‌ hall and smiled​⁠​ elegantly.

Only⁠‌ then did Rodelia‍​ and Dereck relax‌ and rise to⁠ their feet.

“It​‌​ is an honor‌​‌ to meet in⁠​ person the heroine‌​ of Rodentz Island,‍‌‌ Lady Rodelia.”

“I‍⁠ heard you have‌ faced much slander.‍⁠ My condolences, it⁠‍​ must have been​‍ very hard.”

“Well,‍ let’s just say‌‍​ I’m fine for‍⁠ now.”

Ellen‍​ smiled playfully and‌‍ glanced at the​ servants gathered in​‌ the garden.

All⁠​​ of them turned‌​ pale and lowered​⁠ their heads.

Many​‍​ had not criticized‌‍⁠ her openly, but‍‍​ some of the‌‌‌ higher officials had‌‌‌ indeed blamed her‌ for her conduct.​‌

Was‌ it time to‍​ pay for rash‌‌‌ judgments? Watching them​ swallow nervously, Ellen‌‍ adjusted her hair.‍⁠

“It⁠‍‌ would not be​‌​ appropriate to keep⁠ Lady Rodelia standing⁠⁠ in the midst​⁠​ of this chaos‌​⁠ after her long​‌‌ journey. Why don’t‍​ you rest in‍​ the reception hall,‌‌ and then we’ll‍ give you a more detailed explanation?”⁠​

“It​ is a great⁠ honor to receive​‌‍ such consideration. I have brought some​‍ companions, I would​‌‌ appreciate it if‍‍‍ they could also​ rest.”

“Of⁠‌‌ course. It would​‌ be best if‍ they recovered their‌ strength.”

With​​‌ that, Ellen elegantly​ led Rodelia into​ the mansion.

The⁠‍‍ servants, drenched in‍‌‌ sweat, quickly picked‍‍‌ up the luggage,‌‌‍ and the idle‌ attendants began tidying‌​ up the garden.​

As​​ he watched everything,‌‌ Dereck thought that‍​‍ at last the‍ situation had come​ to an end.⁠

The⁠‍‌ matter of the​⁠ necromancy Ellen had⁠‌ been involved in​​‌ had been resolved,‌‌ and everything had‌‌ returned to normal.​

What‌​‍ had been the‍‍‍ original goal again?⁠ So much had‌ happened that he⁠ had nearly forgotten.​​‌

He‍ had gotten entangled⁠ in unnecessary trouble‌ and wasted time,‍‌ while the inauguration​ of Ravenclaw’s Magic‍‍ Academy drew near.​​

Wasn’t‌‌ he planning to‌‍‍ invite Ellen, one​‌​ of his most‌ outstanding students, to​ make an appearance?⁠⁠‍

After⁠​ all this fuss,​​‍ surely she would‍‍‌ accept such a trivial request. With⁠​ that thought, Dereck⁠​ felt more at‌‌ ease.

The‌​ training center Baron‌​ Ravenclaw was building⁠⁠​ must be nearly⁠⁠ complete.

While‌‍‍ Aiselin gave her‍ all, Dereck too‌‌‌ had faced his⁠‍ own difficulties. Now​ that Ellen had‌⁠ regained her authority,‌ it was time⁠‍ to get to‍ the point.

But‌⁠ Ellen was busy,⁠‍ managing the mansion⁠‌ and attending to⁠ Rodelia.

He‌⁠‌ thought it would​⁠⁠ be better to⁠‌⁠ ask the favor‌ at the right‍ moment. Just as⁠‍ he was turning⁠⁠ to leave, he‌‍‌ heard a voice.⁠

“Dereck.”‍​​

“…?”‌​

Ellen,‌ whom he thought‍ had already gone,⁠‌ had delegated the‍​ task to the​⁠⁠ butler and returned.‍

Her‌‌ reddened eyes wide⁠‌ open, she stared⁠ at him for​ a moment.

Then,‍‍⁠ suddenly, she showed⁠ a meaningful smile,‌⁠ averted her gaze⁠‍‌ as if in⁠⁠‌ thought, and looked‌​ at Dereck again…⁠‌​ repeating actions without‌⁠​ clear meaning.

As‍ Dereck watched her,⁠‌ she grew a bit flustered and​‍​ blushed.

“T-that,​ Dereck.”

“Is​​ something wrong?”

“…”⁠‌

Noticing‌ all the gazes,​⁠‍ Ellen took a deep breath and​​‍ spoke again.

“It’s​⁠‌ nothing.”

“…”‍

“I‌‌​ just wanted to‌ say that. We’ll‌ talk later.”

“…?”‌‍

With‍⁠​ that, Ellen fanned‍​ her face quickly‌⁠ and ran toward‍⁠ the hall.

As​ she was, that⁠‍‍ figure of hers⁠⁠​ seemed so unfamiliar,⁠ the dignified bearing⁠‌⁠ she had shown​⁠ in the Rose‌ Hall felt like​⁠ another person entirely.‌‍⁠

Dereck​ too was surprised​ at this side​​ of her.

***‌​​

“Sir​‍ Dereck… you are‌ behind schedule. The‍‌‌ inauguration is near.”⁠

For‌‍ her part, Aiselin‌​ had already finished‍‌ almost all the​‍‌ construction and left⁠‌ the documents ready,⁠‌ requiring only approval.⁠

The​ study, which had​​ practically become her⁠ office, was filled⁠‍⁠ with documents.

She‍ had truly managed‍⁠‍ this enormous project​ on her own.​

Seeing‍ all that the⁠ daughter of Duke⁠⁠‍ Duplain had accomplished,‌‍⁠ Delbriton was left⁠‍ speechless.

Aiselin‍​​ Eleanor Duplain.

She⁠‍ truly had a talent for business.⁠​‍

T/N:​

As‍ you noticed, I made some changes‌‌​ since the translation‌ did not specify⁠ Rodelia’s gender very⁠⁠ clearly. It has‍‌ now been clarified​ in this chapter,​⁠ so her name‍ went from Rodeia‌ to Rodelia.

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