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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 108: Aiselin & Ellen (3)

Chapter 108: Aiselin & Ellen (3)

Explaining⁠‌‍ who Dereck Lydorf,‍⁠‍ Baron of Ravenclaw,⁠​​ was did not‌‌‌ require many words.​

He​ was a common-born⁠⁠⁠ mage from the​‌⁠ suburbs, who awakened⁠⁠‍ his first-class magic‌‌‌ on the streets,‍ without any lineage.‍​​

Afterward,‍‌ he lived as​‌‌ a mercenary for​ some time and,​‌ by chance, ended‍‍‍ up becoming a magic instructor within‌ noble society.

Naturally,‍⁠ being just a mercenary mage, he​ did not receive⁠⁠ much recognition, but​‍​ the young noblewomen‌‍⁠ who studied magic‌ under him began⁠‌ to achieve remarkable‍‌⁠ results.

As​‌ one after another‍‍ made breakthroughs, rumors‌​ about the magic​‍​ instructor Dereck began⁠‍‌ circulating within the​​ social circles of‌⁠ Ebelstein, and over‍​ time, a competition⁠​‍ broke out to⁠ recruit him.

It​ was not long‌​​ before he started‌‍​ to build a solid reputation among​‌ the nobility.

Then,‍​‌ during the necromancy⁠‌‌ disaster that occurred​​ in the Duplain​ family, he contributed‍‍ decisively by saving‌ the lives of‍‍⁠ many nobles. Finally,⁠ under the protection⁠ of Lord Melverot‍‍ of the North,‌‌ he was granted‌ the title of‍​⁠ baron and became⁠ a noble with‍‍‌ his own territory.⁠‍​

‘Though‍‌​ at first glance​ he may seem‍⁠ unremarkable, his magical‍⁠​ achievements are extraordinary.’​

The⁠‍⁠ Count of Belmierd⁠ sat in a corner of his⁠ office, silently gazing​ at the pile​‌‌ of accumulated documents.‍‍‌

There⁠​ was much pending‍‌ work since he‍ had been dealing⁠ with matters related⁠⁠ to Leonard.

His‌‌ youngest son had⁠⁠ delved into necromancy,‍‌​ and when the⁠ time came to⁠​‌ cut him off​​ with his own‍‍ hands, his mind​‍‌ had been so‌ filled with anguish‌ that he could​‌ no longer continue⁠ his work.

‘Leonard…​‍⁠ What a tragedy…‍​⁠ but there is‍‍ no other way…’⁠

Leonard’s‍​ body was already‍ broken; there was⁠ no way to‌⁠ help him.

Even​⁠‌ covered in blood,‌ he had begged⁠⁠‌ the Count to‌‍​ trust him just‍​ one more time.‍

While‌‌ offering pathetic excuses‍ and saying he⁠​​ could explain everything,⁠⁠ even the last⁠​ spark of compassion​‍⁠ had vanished.

However,⁠​⁠ the Count of‌‌‍ Belmierd could not‌‌ simply nod and​ say that it⁠‍ was all Leonard’s⁠ fault.

It⁠‌‍ is said that‌‍ a son’s fault,‌‌ at its core,​ is the father’s⁠⁠‍ fault.

He‍⁠​ had only paid⁠​ attention to his⁠‍‍ heirs, Linus and‌‍ Ellen, without caring‍ for the ambitions⁠ or goals of‍‍‍ his youngest son.​​‌ For that reason,‍​​ the Count of‍‍​ Belmierd could not​⁠‌ be angry with⁠⁠ Leonard.

He‌ could not say⁠​ he bore no‌​​ responsibility for the⁠ dark path his⁠⁠ son had taken.‍​

Thus,​⁠​ facing his own‌‌ lack of virtue,‌ the Count of​‌‍ Belmierd softly closed⁠ his eyes and‍​ spoke.

“Leonard.‍ I have asked‍‌ Viscountess Rodelia to​ at least spare‌ your life.”

“Ah,‍‌ Father…!”

“However,⁠​ I told her​‍ that nothing else‌​ matters. So, as​‍‌ a form of‌​⁠ atonement, you must‌⁠ bear the weight​ of your mistake.”​⁠

The‌‍ Count of Belmierd,⁠​ without scolding or‍ yelling, simply closed⁠ his eyes with‍ serenity and informed‌⁠⁠ him.

Seeing⁠​ Leonard’s face turn​ pale again only⁠ made his heart‍⁠ ache even more.​

Falling⁠‌ into the hands​⁠ of Viscountess Rodelia​⁠​ was, in truth,‌‍ a curse disguised‍​ as forgiveness.

He​​⁠ had seen countless⁠ necromancers on Rodentz​ Island beg to‍​‌ be killed.

Leonard‌ screamed, but the‍⁠⁠ Count of Belmierd‌​ averted his gaze‌ and ordered his‍ servants to take⁠​ him away.

With⁠ Leonard’s matter settled,​​ it was time‍​ to move on‌‍ to the next,‌​‍ though his heart​⁠ was heavy.

There‌​⁠ was much pending,‍ but what he​‌⁠ needed to analyze‌‌​ now… was none​​ other than the​​​ shocking declaration of‌ his beloved daughter‍⁠⁠ Ellen.

In​⁠‌ fact, reading the‌ reports and documents⁠‌ about Baron Dereck‍⁠⁠ Lydorf Ravenclaw was⁠⁠⁠ a direct extension‍⁠ of that matter.​

The‍​ Count of Belmierd‍ thought that Dereck​​‌ was, certainly, a talented and useful⁠‌⁠ man, but he‌‌⁠ was not interested​‍‌ beyond that. From‍⁠ his lofty position,​‍ he was used⁠ to occasionally seeing⁠ extraordinary people like⁠​‌ Dereck emerge.

It‌‌ was enough to​‌‍ think “impressive” and​⁠⁠ let it pass.⁠ However, because of​​ Ellen’s surprising declaration,⁠​⁠ he could not‌ simply ignore it.⁠

“I…⁠‍​ asked them to‌‌​ stay three more‌​ days. So… I need some time⁠‍​ to sort out⁠‍ my thoughts…”

Ellen,‌⁠ who always behaved‍​​ as the mistress‍‌‌ of Belmierd Mansion​⁠‍ when handling household‍​ affairs, began to​ stammer and falter‍‍‌ clumsily whenever she​‌ spoke about Dereck.​⁠

The​​ Count of Belmierd,⁠ who had spent⁠ his entire life​ watching Ellen, found‌‌⁠ this side of‍ his daughter so‌ unfamiliar that cold⁠⁠ sweat ran down​⁠⁠ his nose every​⁠ time he saw‌​​ her like that.‍‌​

“I​⁠⁠ have many things‌ to consider, but…‌⁠ does it really⁠ have to be⁠ Baron Ravenclaw…?”

The​‍⁠ Count of Belmierd⁠‍ pushed all the‌⁠⁠ documents on his‍‌⁠ desk aside, composed⁠​​ himself, and spoke.‌⁠

Dereck‍‍⁠ was not a man with any‍‍⁠ glaring flaws, but⁠‍ Ellen, being a lady of her​ stature, could meet‌⁠‌ men more noble,‍‍​ more capable, and‍‍‌ more handsome.

Marriage‍ proposals arrived at​‌ the private residence​‍ and the main⁠ house in Ebelstein​ in such numbers⁠‌ that both hands‍‍⁠ could not count‍‌​ them, and among‍‌‍ them were names‌‌‌ known by all.​‍

The​⁠ heart does not‍‍ always follow logic,​⁠​ but how was‌⁠ it possible that⁠⁠‌ a noble among⁠ nobles, who could⁠ be compared with​‌‌ anyone save the‍‌‌ crown prince, insisted⁠ on Dereck?

Moreover,⁠​‍ he was already​⁠ officially married.

According‌ to information gathered‌​‍ by the maid⁠‌⁠ Briana, he was‍‍ married to a commoner archer from​‍ the mercenary district⁠⁠‍ of Ebelstein, and​ he had a family, which was⁠‍​ not easy to‍​‌ deal with either.⁠

From‍‍​ the Count’s perspective,​‌⁠ who adored his‍​ daughter, he thought‍ that the perfect⁠​‌ and flawless Ellen‍​‌ could easily remove‍ that commoner archer,​ but public opinion‌​ could be different.‌‌⁠

The⁠ flower of the​ Belmierd family, the⁠ lady of the⁠ house, was infatuated‌‌⁠ with a rural​‌‍ baron who tended‍⁠​ vineyards on the​⁠ outskirts, and moreover,‍‌ a married man…⁠⁠ No matter how⁠ prestigious the Count​ was, should Ellen⁠ not also consider⁠‌​ her dignity?

Taking​ all that into‍ account, the Count​​ of Belmierd spoke‌​‌ calmly.

“Ellen.​‌‍ I must tell​ you this. Baron​ Ravenclaw is a good man, but‍ there are many⁠‌⁠ others just as‍‍ good among the‍⁠ nobility of Ebelstein.⁠ Do you know‍‍​ Robenalt, the eldest​ son of the​‌ Beltus family? He⁠⁠ is a grand​⁠⁠ duke, handsome, and‌‍ has the support​ of his family.”​

“I‍ heard about him‌‍ from Lady Denise‍​‍ at the Rose‍​ Salon. But I also heard that​ his magical achievements​​⁠ are insignificant, and​‍‍ that he lacks​​⁠ manly spirit, always⁠‌‍ swayed by his‍ servants.”

“Is…‌ is that so…?”‍⁠​

In⁠‌‌ truth, Ellen, more‍‍ active than anyone‍ in social circles,‍‍‍ knew far more⁠⁠ about noble families.⁠​

Ellen‍‍ fiddled with her‌‍⁠ fingers, embarrassed, and⁠ murmured in an‍‌ almost inaudible voice.‌

“And…​‌⁠ Dereck is quite‌‍ handsome, don’t you⁠‍ think…?”

“…”​​⁠

“He​ has a strong‍‌‍ build for his⁠​‌ age… and ambition…‌​ his magical achievements​ are excellent… he​ has firm convictions…‌​ and he is⁠‍ not rude…”

“…”⁠‌

The​‌​ Count of Belmierd’s​​ vision blurred.

He‌ had raised two‍⁠ sons, but this‍​ was the first‌⁠ time he had⁠⁠ raised a daughter.‍⁠

Seeing​ this side of‍‍ his daughter for‌‍ the first time,‌ he could not‍ find a single‌‌‌ flaw in Dereck.⁠⁠​

It⁠⁠ was what people⁠ call “blindness from⁠‌ love,” but he​​ could not understand‌‍ what had led​ Ellen to this,⁠ and it was⁠⁠⁠ baffling to him.​⁠⁠

“He’s​⁠​ picky with food,⁠‍‍ which has its‍⁠​ charm… the veins​‌‌ that show when​‍⁠ he rolls up‍⁠ his sleeves are‌‍‍ strangely attractive… he’s‌‌‍ meticulous with equipment​​‍ maintenance… and he‍‌​ stands firm even​ before powerful people…‍ and…”

“E-enough​⁠‍ already… Ellen.”

“…”‍

Realizing⁠⁠⁠ she had said​‍ too much, Ellen⁠​ held her breath,​​ combed her hair‌‍​ back with her‍⁠ fingers, and gazed‍ out at the‌‌ innocent window.

It‍⁠‍ seemed that making‍⁠ eye contact was‌ uncomfortable, so she⁠‌ deliberately avoided looking⁠​‌ at the Count.‌​

The​ Count of Belmierd‌ rubbed his temples,⁠ lost in thought.​​

For‍​⁠ his beloved daughter⁠‌​ Ellen, he would⁠​‌ be willing to⁠‍ pull down the‍ stars from the​‌​ sky, but conquering​‌ Baron Ravenclaw was‍‍ not an easy​​ task.

He⁠ was a man⁠⁠​ whom even the‌‌ Duplain family, in‌‍​ its days of⁠‍​ glory, had given​ up on. A man with a deep thirst for‌⁠ freedom, who would​ leave without hesitation‌ if his environment​​ interfered with his‍‌ magical achievements.

And⁠‍ more importantly, whether​‍ Dereck felt anything⁠‍‍ for Ellen was⁠​ another matter.

Of‍‌​ course, from the‍‌ Count’s perspective, Ellen⁠‍ was an angel​⁠​ fallen from the​⁠ heavens, and even‍ if all the‌​‌ beauties of the​​ world were gathered,⁠ they would only‌⁠⁠ be ugly women⁠ in comparison… Naturally,‌​​ this was only‌‍ from his perspective.‍​

In​ any case, because⁠‌‍ of his profession,⁠​ Baron Ravenclaw would​⁠ have had many‌⁠ opportunities to meet‍​ noble ladies, so⁠ there must have‌‌ been a reason⁠ why he had‌ married a mercenary​‍‍ from Ebelstein.

If‌‍⁠ his ideal type​ was a simple‍‌ and strong person,‌‍ then Ellen was‌⁠ the complete opposite.⁠⁠ More than a wise and virtuous‌⁠⁠ wife, she was‍ like a noble‍⁠ saint, and more‍‍​ than a resilient‌‌ housewife, she was⁠‌ a trustworthy ruler.‌​

And‌ above all, if‍​ Ellen, who always​⁠⁠ had to be⁠​ at the center⁠​ of attention, paired⁠⁠​ with Dereck, it‍‌⁠ seemed she would​‌ end up being⁠​⁠ dragged along by‌⁠ him.

Of​‌ course, to be‍‌ honest, all of‍‌⁠ this was nothing⁠⁠ but excuses.

‘No​​‍ matter how good​​ a man he⁠ is… it is‍‍​ a waste to⁠‍ give Ellen away!‌​ Ellen is the​⁠‌ treasure I have‍⁠​ protected all my‍‍ life…!’

As​⁠‍ happens to many​‌‍ fathers with daughters,‌ the Count of‌ Belmierd had to⁠​ hold back tears‍‌‌ of blood.

But​‍‍ seeing Ellen fidget‌ timidly, his heart‌‌‍ softened once again,⁠​‌ realizing that being‌‍‍ a father was⁠ not easy.

‘Yes…‍⁠ I know instinctively.‌​ No matter what,​ in the end,⁠‌ I will do⁠ as Ellen wishes.’⁠‍⁠

The​ Count of Belmierd⁠‍ let out a deep sigh.

Ellen,​‌ who had always‍ tried to meet​⁠‍ his expectations, almost‌ never asked him‌‌‍ for anything. Before‍⁠‍ such a request,⁠‌‍ his heart could‍ not resist.

Baron‍‍ Ravenclaw. Conquering him‌ was not easy,‌ but he had‌​⁠ to devise a plan.

“Very‍⁠‌ well, Ellen. The‍‌‌ human heart does‌⁠ not always move‌‍ by gain or‍ loss.”

“Father…!”‍‌

“But,‌⁠‍ as I said,​‌‌ Baron Ravenclaw is‍ like a lone⁠​‌ wolf, difficult to​‌​ bind to the⁠‌⁠ forces of others.⁠‍‍ Even so, it‌‍ is not impossible‌⁠⁠ to persuade him.⁠⁠‍ I will do‍‍‍ what I can.”‍

Saying⁠‍‍ that, the Count​⁠ of Belmierd rose‍⁠‌ from his desk.‍​​

“For​​‍ now, try to​⁠ keep Baron Ravenclaw⁠‌ in the mansion‍ as long as​‍ possible, and think‍ about how to⁠‍ convince him during‍‍ that time.”

Seeing⁠ Ellen’s face light​⁠ up again, the​ Count’s heart softened‍ once more.

The⁠‌ wound of having​‌ lost Leonard still‍‌ hurt, but at‌‍ least he could‌⁠⁠ be grateful that‌⁠ Ellen was safe.⁠⁠‌

Just⁠⁠ as the Count⁠‍⁠ of Belmierd began​ to devise a plan.

“An‍⁠ important guest has​‍ arrived at the‌ main gate of⁠ the mansion.”

“An‍⁠ important guest? Who⁠​ could it be​ at this time?”​⁠⁠

“Well…”⁠​

The‌ servant, bowing with‍ courtesy, replied.

“Lady‍⁠‍ Aiselin of the‌ Duplain family has⁠⁠‍ come personally.”

***⁠⁠⁠

Ellen‌ was slightly surprised‌‍ to see Aiselin.‍​

At​​ the Rose Hall,‌​ she had still​‌​ been dressed in​⁠⁠ a beautiful gown‍ and carried herself‌‍‍ like a noble⁠‌ lady, but while​​ helping with the‌​​ work at Baron‌ Ravenclaw’s mansion, she‌ had become a completely different person.⁠⁠​

She⁠⁠​ still wore a pretty frilled dress,⁠​‌ but without unnecessary​ decorations and with‍⁠⁠ the sleeves rolled⁠⁠‌ up, she looked‌ a little more‌⁠ active.

Even⁠ so, Aiselin was⁠ still Aiselin, and​‌ her characteristic noble⁠ elegance had not‍‍‍ disappeared, but she​‍ certainly felt different‌ from before.

The​⁠ most remarkable thing​‌ was that she‌‍ had not come‍​​ by carriage, but‍⁠ on horseback, with​​ a leather backpack‍​ tied to the​​ saddle and on‍ her back.

The​‍ image of her​ carrying a leather​‌ backpack on top⁠⁠​ of an elegant‌‌ frilled dress was​​ indescribable. It was‌‌⁠ like watching a princess plowing the⁠‍ fields… a strange‌ sight.

“Oh,‍ Lady Aiselin?”

“Oh,‍ Lady Ellen! It’s‍⁠‌ been so long‌‌​ since we’ve seen⁠ each other! I haven’t been able⁠‍‍ to attend the⁠‌ recent gatherings at​⁠ the Rose Salon,⁠​ so I haven’t⁠ seen you much,⁠⁠‌ and it’s really‌ sad!”

Seeing‍​‌ her smile so‌⁠ gracefully and speak‍ so elegantly, it​⁠ was clear this‌​‌ girl was indeed​‌ Aiselin.

However,‌‍​ Aiselin, who had​ dismounted with a slight groan, set‌⁠‌ her leather backpack‍‌‌ on the ground​‌ and wiped her‍ sweat.

The⁠​ servants of Belmierd‍‌‍ Mansion who saw​ this were shocked​ and ran out‍ to take her⁠ luggage.

Aiselin‌‌ handed them the‌⁠ luggage and greeted​​‌ them with a radiant smile.

“Thank⁠​ you. The servants⁠‍ of Belmierd Mansion​⁠ are very kind.”​‌‍

With⁠​ that said, Aiselin​​ handed over the‍‌ rest of the‍‌​ luggage tied to⁠‌ the saddle.

Inside⁠‍⁠ were basic items​ and a leather​⁠ blanket used during‌‍​ the trip. It⁠ must have been​​ her first time​ traveling such a long distance on⁠‌⁠ horseback, but she⁠⁠⁠ had completed the‍‌​ journey without major‌⁠ problems.

A noble lady traveling⁠ without a carriage‍ was unheard of.‌

While‍‌ Ellen looked at⁠⁠ her with a surprised expression, Aiselin‌​ laughed awkwardly.

“I‍‍ did not expect​‌ Lady Aiselin to​ come all the⁠‌​ way to Belmierd‌⁠ Mansion. If you‌​‍ had sent a letter in advance,‌‌⁠ I would have​‍​ sent a carriage.”⁠‍⁠

“Oh,​​ just hearing you​‌‍ say that makes‌⁠⁠ me feel so‍ apologetic and grateful.‌‌‌ But it was‍ an urgent matter,​ so I couldn’t.”⁠‍​

“Urgent?​‌⁠ Has something happened?”‍

“Actually,‌⁠ I’ve been staying​ at Baron Ravenclaw’s‍ mansion, doing various​ things.”

Ellen​‍ knew that Aiselin‍ often visited Baron‌⁠ Ravenclaw’s mansion because⁠ of matters regarding‍ the training center.​⁠

However,‍ she had not⁠​‌ thought Aiselin was​‌​ doing anything beyond‍‌‍ that, so she‌ tilted her head​⁠ in confusion.

“Doing‍⁠ things? How can​ a noble lady​⁠ of the Duplain⁠​⁠ family be at‍​‌ a baron’s mansion⁠​ in the outskirts…?”​​

“Oh,⁠⁠ well, if I went around saying​​⁠ things like this,‌ it would affect​‍ the family’s prestige…‌‍​ Lady Ellen, could‌‍‌ you please keep‍​ this a secret?”​

“Oh,⁠⁠ that is not‍ difficult… but, doing⁠​‍ things?”

“Well,​‍‌ the family is⁠​⁠ going through a difficult time these​⁠‌ days, so I’ve‌ been studying a lot. While helping‌ at Baron Ravenclaw’s⁠‍​ mansion, I’ve been‌​ practicing and applying‍ what I’ve learned.‍ It’s quite fun.”‍

The​​​ expression on Aiselin’s⁠ face as she‍‌ said this was​ so bright and⁠‍⁠ refreshing that it‌‍ was hard to‍ believe she was‍‌ a fallen noble‌⁠⁠ carrying her family’s​​​ crisis on her‌‍‍ shoulders.

“I’ve​⁠ been doing practical‌​ work like financial‍ and personnel management​⁠ within the mansion…‍⁠ taking care of⁠‍ the servants… overseeing​‍ major projects related‍⁠ to the training⁠‌ center business… and⁠​ also keeping an‌⁠‌ eye on the‍‌ Rose Salon… attending‍​ social events… these‍‍ days, even ten‍​ bodies wouldn’t be‌ enough for me.‍ Hahaha.”

“S-so‌‌ much…?”

Ellen‌‍ looked at Aiselin‌‍​ with wide eyes.‍‌

No​⁠ matter how it​‌ was, going to‌⁠‍ another noble family’s⁠‌ house and overseeing⁠‍‌ their internal affairs…‍‍‌ wasn’t that practically‌ like being the‌‌‌ lady of the⁠ house?

Even⁠‌ though there was‍⁠‍ a proper baroness‌​ named Pheline, seeing‍ her move freely‍‌ through the mansion⁠⁠ almost made it‌ seem like she⁠​ was becoming the‌ true power behind‌ the Ravenclaw Barony.​⁠

At⁠ times, it seemed​⁠‍ her intention was‍​ to swallow the​⁠ entire barony, but​ when she sought‍ Dereck’s approval for​⁠ important matters, she‍ gave off a different impression.

“Lately,‍‍⁠ Sir Dereck has⁠​ been very busy,⁠ so he hasn’t‌‍ been able to‌‌ give final approval‍​⁠ for the matters⁠​ being developed in‌‍ the Ravenclaw Barony.‌ There are quite​​​ a few things⁠ that could be​ resolved with just⁠‍ his confirmation… but‌‌‍ waiting indefinitely is⁠ not an option,​‍ so I came⁠‍ first.”

No‍‌​ matter how it‍⁠⁠ was, a duke’s‍ daughter traveling to‍⁠​ a rural area⁠‌‌ just to obtain​ work approval was‍⁠‌ something for which‌ no law existed.​

Aiselin,​‌ however, seemed completely⁠⁠⁠ unconcerned with such‌ matters of authority,‌⁠‍ and smiled boldly.‍‍

Watching‍ her, a strange​⁠‍ sense of crisis⁠⁠ began to grow‍ within Ellen.

At‌‍‌ least Pheline did‍ not see Dereck‍ as a man​ at all. If​‍ she were asked​ to give up‌⁠ her position as​⁠ baroness, she would​‍‌ gladly do so,​ cheerfully humming as‌‍ she returned to⁠ Ebelstein.

But​‍ with Aiselin, things‍‌ were a little‌‍ more complicated.

“I-I⁠‌⁠ see. So, the‌​ reason Lady Aiselin‍ brought her precious​ self all the‌‍‌ way to Belmierd‍⁠ Mansion is…”

“Yes!‍​‌ I need to⁠ take Sir Dereck⁠​​ with me!”

Aiselin‌ replied enthusiastically.

Hearing‍​⁠ that, Ellen’s face​​‌ stiffened for a moment.

“Hmm…⁠ suddenly I feel⁠ a chill on⁠‍‍ my back…”

Dereck,‍ who was sitting⁠​ in the guest​‍⁠ room of the‍‌ mansion, reading a magic book, shuddered​‍‌ for a moment.​​⁠

Soon‍‍ after, he put‌​‌ down the magic⁠‍ book he had‌​ borrowed from the⁠‌​ Belmierd Mansion library⁠‌⁠ and sighed deeply.‌‌

‘As‌‍‌ expected, unlike the‍⁠ Duplain family, there​⁠ are no suitable​‍‍ high-level magic books⁠ here in Belmierd.’⁠

In​‍ fact, from the‍‍ 4-star level onward,‍‌ there were limits‌⁠ to what could⁠‌‍ be learned from‌​ magic books. Finding‍‌‌ a good teacher​‌ was the most‌⁠ efficient method.

Dereck​‌​ crossed his arms,⁠ leaned back in​ his chair, and​‍‌ closed his eyes.‍‍

Dereck’s⁠⁠ magical achievements, which⁠ had soared like​​ a rocket, now⁠ seemed to have⁠​‌ entered a slight⁠ stage of stagnation.‌

In‌ fact, it was​​ a barrier that‌‍ every mage faced‌ at least once.⁠ And now it‌ had arrived for⁠‍‍ Dereck.

He⁠ was thinking about‌‍‍ how to wisely​​‌ overcome that obstacle.⁠⁠

He⁠⁠ had learned 1-star⁠‌ magic from a shabby old man⁠‌ in the slums.‌

2-star‍‍ magic, from a fallen noble girl‌‍‌ of the Flameheart‍ family.

3-star​‌ magic, from an​​‌ old archmage wandering‌⁠ aimlessly through the‍‍‌ world.

So‍​⁠ then, where could‌​ he find someone‍​ to teach him​⁠‌ 4-star magic?

Dereck,⁠ who was considered‌ a teacher by​ countless mages, could‌ now find no⁠ teacher for himself.​​

It‌⁠ was a problem‌‍​ tied to the‌‌ fate of those‌⁠⁠ born with extraordinary‍​ talent.

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