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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 110: The Beginning (1)

Chapter 110: The Beginning (1)

“These‍ are the three⁠ necromancy books recovered​‍ from the Belmierd‍‌ family. I heard‍‍‍ that the sacrificial‌ sorcerers of Rodentz‍ Island revered them‍ as sacred scriptures.”‍

“Good​⁠ work, Rubric.”

In⁠​ the central part‍ of Gremfort Palace,‍⁠⁠ where Emperor Gattrel​‍ resided, the three‌ necromancy books were⁠ placed in the⁠ personal study of‌⁠‌ the chief magical‍‍ advisor.

“Indeed,‌‍ if the magical⁠ power is not‍‍ properly incinerated, it‌‍⁠ will become a great problem in​ the future.”

The‍​‌ position of chief​ magical advisor, the‌‍‍ highest academic authority​‌ among the royal‌‌​ mages, was held‌‍​ by Kohella Deinalt‍‌​ Elvester, a 6-star​ transformation mage, even​‌ before Emperor Gattrel’s⁠‍⁠ ascension to the​‍‍ throne.

The⁠‌​ elderly mage, said⁠⁠ to have reached​‍​ the pinnacle of‌​ transformation magic, mastered⁠‌ various forms of‌ sorcery. For this⁠⁠‍ reason, she was​‍ the first to⁠​ examine magical artifacts​‍ that were difficult⁠⁠ to handle.

In​‌ her vast magical‍‌ study, the largest​‍ in the entirety‍ of the sprawling⁠⁠ Gremfort Palace, various‍‌ magical weapons were⁠​‌ lined up.

Each⁠​‍ one easily exceeded‌ the value of‍ a mansion, and‌ some were beyond⁠‌‌ the reach even​‌ of the wealthiest​‍ nobles.

Transformation⁠⁠‍ mages excelled in‌‍‌ the creation of‍‌‌ magical equipment and⁠​‌ weapons.

Among​​ them, the meticulously​​ crafted weapons of​ Kohella, a 6-star‌​ transformation mage, held​ astronomical value.

In‌ a world where‍​ magic was the‍ symbol of power,⁠ she stood at​​ the top of​ the magical hierarchy.‍

The‍‍​ elderly mage sat‍ alone in the⁠​ corner of her‌‍‌ study, leafing through‍​ the book known​‍​ as the necromancy‌‌ tome of Rodentz‌⁠‍ Island.

Though‍⁠ its content was​⁠ monotonous, the magical​ energy infused within​⁠ it was undeniably‌ extraordinary.

It⁠​​ was not the‌ first time she‌​ encountered research books‌‍ of necromancers scattered‍​ across the continent.​‍ However, the grimoires⁠ circulating near Rodentz​ Island were of‌ a different quality‍ compared to those⁠ written by amateurs.‌​‍

The‌‍‌ name of the​‍ creator was recorded⁠‍ as ‘Sinia,’ but‍​​ it was obvious⁠‍‍ this was a pseudonym.

This⁠‍ creator was someone⁠ Kohella had desperately​⁠‌ tried to trace,⁠ but not a single clue had‌‍ been found over⁠ the years.

Not⁠​⁠ even Drest, a 6-star search mage,​ had been able⁠ to completely evade​​ Kohella’s tracking.

It​ wasn’t simply a matter of hiding‍ well; the degree⁠​ of concealment was‍⁠ such that it⁠ seemed impossible to​ find that person.⁠⁠‌ At times, she⁠ even wondered if‍ they truly existed.⁠

Even⁠ so, over the‌​ years, by following⁠ the traces of⁠​ the research books​‌ of the necromancer‌​ known as Sinia,‌ Kohella was able‍‍​ to partially interpret​​ her intentions.

She‌ was exerting influence⁠ over necromancers scattered​ across the continent,​ including Rodentz Island,​ and what she‍‍ was researching was‍ the resurrection of‍‌ corpses.

‘If‍‌‍ it were only‌‍ about making a corpse move, that​‌ wouldn’t be difficult‍ with the current​​​ level of necromancy.‍ But a necromancer⁠ of that caliber‍​ wouldn’t be studying‌‌‌ something so simple.’⁠‍

What⁠ Sinia was researching​‍ was the power​‍‍ to fully utilize‌⁠‌ a corpse, making⁠⁠​ it manifest the​⁠‍ same abilities it‍ had in life.​​​

That‌⁠ too was possible,⁠​​ to some extent,‌⁠‌ with the current‍​‌ level of necromancy.⁠‍⁠ However, if the‌ abilities of the⁠​​ corpse surpassed a certain threshold, it⁠ could not display‌​ its full power​ with the magical‍ energy of an‍ ordinary necromancer.

The⁠⁠‍ necromancer under the⁠⁠‍ pseudonym Sinia was‌​‍ researching a forbidden⁠‍‍ art that would‍‍ allow her to​⁠⁠ revive any corpse​ at its maximum‌ power, collecting all‍‌⁠ kinds of research‌⁠ books and practical​ data.

Then,‍‌‍ who exactly did⁠‍‌ she plan to‌​ revive?

Upon​‌ reviewing her research​⁠⁠ books, they were‌ filled with references⁠‌ to the traces‌​‍ of the great⁠⁠‌ demon ‘Noir,’ who​‌‍ had devastated the​ north.

In​⁠ that case, it⁠​‌ was not hard‌ to draw a conclusion.

‘There​⁠ was a great‌ mage who died‌ while attempting to‌⁠‌ subdue the great⁠ demon Noir in‌ the north.’

The‍ 6-star combat mage‌‌‍ Kalimford, who was⁠⁠ said to be‍‍ able to summon‍ meteors and reshape​​ the map.

Among⁠​ the 6-star mages,​​ of whom it⁠​​ was joked that‌​⁠ none were mentally‍‌‌ sound, he was‍ one of the​ few considered wise​ and kind.

He‍ had already vanished‍​ into the annals⁠ of history, resting⁠‌⁠ in his grave.‍‌

‘Does⁠‌​ she plan to​⁠ revive Kalimford?’

The⁠‌ mere existence of⁠‍ a 6-star necromancer⁠ was an omen⁠⁠‌ of great disaster,​‍⁠ and if she‍ managed to revive⁠‍​ a 6-star combat⁠ mage to use‌ as a puppet,⁠​‌ who knew what‌ kind of calamity⁠⁠ would occur.

Kohella​ inhaled deeply and‌ sank into her‌​⁠ thoughts.

It​ was still joked‍ that there was‍​ no 6-star mage⁠​‌ who was sane.‌⁠‌

Regrettably,‌‍ Kohella herself, the​‍‍ one alluded to,‍‌‌ agreed.

In‍⁠ the research hall‍ of the chief‌​ magical advisor, in‌​ Gremfort Palace of⁠⁠‌ the central continent,‌⁠⁠ shadows flickered as​ the candle on‌​ the desk wavered.​‍⁠

The‌ elderly mage, absorbed​​ in reading grimoires‌‍ among splendid artifacts,⁠​‌ was Kohella, a 6-star transformation-type mage.⁠

***⁠

In​‍ the north, in​ the Duchy of​​​ Rochester, snow fell⁠​‍ softly.

In​⁠ an office, resting​⁠​ her chin on‌‍​ one hand and‍‌‌ crossing her legs,‌‌ quietly gazing at‌​ the snowy landscape,‌ was Melverot, a 6-star combat mage.‌⁠​

On‌‍ the eastern plains,‌ a warm wind‌​​ swept across the​⁠‍ land.

The​‍​ edge of a tattered robe fluttered.​‍‍ Climbing a serene​⁠‍ hill, a figure‍⁠ suddenly turned to‍ gaze at the⁠ open landscape—Drest, a 6-star search mage.​‌

And‌ in the southeast‍​​ of the continent,‍⁠ in the Barony⁠‌ of Tigris, where‌‍⁠ barley fields and‌‍‌ mountain ranges stretched⁠ wide.

Beneath⁠ the bright blue‍ sky, a young⁠‍ girl shaded her​ eyes from the⁠ blinding sunlight with⁠⁠​ her hand. She‍ was sitting on‌​⁠ a large rock.⁠

In‌​​ one arm she⁠ carried a basket‌⁠‌ full of flowers‌ she had gathered‌⁠ early on the‍ hillside.

With​‌ her other hand,‌​ she reached out‍​ to block the‍‍​ sunlight, but soon⁠​‍ blinked, dazzled by‌ its intensity.

“Leonard‌ must have been​‍ captured as well.‍​ It was inevitable.”⁠

She⁠ murmured softly as⁠‌ she brushed back⁠‌‌ her hair.

The‌⁠ tips of her‍‍ hair, flowing in⁠‌ gentle waves, seemed⁠‌ to wrap around‌‍ her waist.

Its‌⁠ color was primarily​⁠‌ silver-gray, but under‌​ the sun it‍⁠‍ took on a mysterious hue between​​ violet and blue.‍‍‌ Her eyes also⁠ reflected a blend‌‌‌ of blue and​‌ purple, a color​ that would captivate⁠‌ anyone.

“That’s​‌‌ enough! You can​ stop picking flowers‌ and come down!​‌ Father has something​ important to tell​‌ you!”

From⁠ the foot of​ the hill, the​⁠⁠ voice of the‌‍ Baroness Tigris called‌⁠ her. As a rural noble of‌‍⁠ little power, the⁠‌ baroness, with her‍​‌ sleeves rolled up,⁠ also radiated a strong impression of​​ a working woman.⁠

The​ young girl, when⁠‍​ called, responded with⁠​ a gentle smile⁠‍ and lightly descended​​‌ the path.

The⁠‍ azaleas she had‌⁠ gathered in the⁠⁠‍ mountain were fragrant.⁠‌‍

Their⁠‍​ scent lingered wherever⁠ she passed.

***‍

To‌‍⁠ my esteemed teacher​⁠ Katia,

Autumn⁠⁠​ has now fully⁠⁠​ arrived. It seems‍ I’ve decided to​‌ inform you of⁠ my situation once‍ per season, but​ with such a busy life, even‍‍ this feels rather‌​ frequent.

Being‌⁠ busy is a good thing, so‌‍‌ I should feel‌‍‍ encouraged. However, if‍ you ask me‍‍​ whether everything is⁠ going well, I cannot say that‌ it is.

It‍ isn’t good to‍​‌ begin a letter‌‌‌ with gloomy words,‍‍‍ so I will⁠ first share the⁠ good news.

The‍‌​ construction of the‌⁠ Ravenclaw Training Center‌‌ is finished, and⁠‍ it seems we​ will soon be‍‍ able to properly⁠ host noble ladies‌ in the mansion.​‌

The⁠​​ scale is greater‌​ than expected, so⁠⁠ we will be⁠⁠ quite busy.

Of‍​‍ course, we have⁠​ hired assistant instructors‌ and renowned professors⁠ of magic at⁠‌ great cost, but​​ many come because⁠​‌ of my name,‌ so I cannot⁠ simply ignore them.​​​

I have been playing⁠ the role of​‌ teacher, something that‍ was not in‌‌‌ my destiny, for‌‌ quite some time,‌ and when I realized it, I already had many⁠​ students and felt⁠‍ that I had‍ strayed quite far‌ from the life​‍ path I had⁠ planned.

All‍ I wanted was‌‍‍ to become a higher-level mage. Still,​ teaching others is‍‍ like teaching myself,⁠ so it also⁠⁠​ helps me in‍​⁠ my magical training.‌‍

By​ the time I noticed, Lady Aiselin​​‍ had already expanded⁠ the work, and‍​ now we have‌ six proper administrative​‌ staff and nine​‍​ teaching staff.

For‌⁠ tea ceremony, continental⁠ ancient language, and​ string instruments, Lady⁠ Aiselin seems to‍‌ have hired outside‍⁠ instructors, as it‍ was difficult for‌​ her to teach‌​ those subjects herself.‍ For magic, we⁠‌‍ hired some plebeian-born‍​‍ teachers who seem⁠​‍ capable of teaching⁠ the fundamentals, so‍⁠ I am relieved.‌‍

The⁠⁠ situation is somewhat⁠​ overwhelming, but considering‍‌ the income that‍‍​ is about to​⁠‍ arrive, I am‍ also quite satisfied.​⁠ High-ranking nobles seem​‌ to open their‍ purses with ease.‌

After‌​ the grand opening‍ ceremony in four‍ days, it seems​‍​ there will be‍‌ quite a lot‌‌‍ of people here.‍‌ This period may​⁠ be considered my​‍⁠ last rest.

That⁠‍ was the good​‍‌ news, and now‍ I should tell‌ you the bad.⁠‌ Recently, Lady Ellen‌​ has been acting⁠ very uncomfortably around‍ me.

I wondered if perhaps​‌⁠ she also liked⁠⁠ me, but I did not dare‍⁠⁠ to test it,​ fearing I would‌⁠ seem like a delusional patient.

She‌‌‍ is a lady‍⁠​ of the Belmierd‍⁠ family, who can‌⁠​ choose to meet‌ any promising young​‌ man from a decent family. She‌⁠⁠ would not be​ impressed by a mere baron, so​‌​ I reflected on‍ whether I had‍ been rude.

After​ careful reflection, I realize that during‌⁠ the uproar in⁠ the Belmierd mansion,‌​‍ I committed several​‌⁠ acts of discourtesy​‍ in my own‍ way.

The⁠‌ urgency of the⁠‍ situation made me‌​⁠ forget to show⁠​⁠ the respect due‍‌ to the authority‍ of the Belmierd⁠​ family, and I thought that from​‌​ now on I must strictly adhere⁠ to hierarchical etiquette.‍​

Even​⁠‍ if I have‍ formed a master-disciple⁠ bond with Lady‌ Ellen, I cannot​⁠ ignore secular authority…⁠​ From now on,​ I must not‌ mistakenly think we‌‌ are close or‍ informal, but maintain⁠⁠‌ strict hierarchy and​​ respond with formality.‌

The⁠⁠‌ culture of the‍‌‍ nobility is, indeed,​‍ something difficult to‌ grasp.

I must always remain​ alert and reflect⁠ much on myself.‌‍⁠

And​ I have personal​ concerns regarding my​​ magical achievements. In‍‌ fact, this is‌⁠ the greatest problem.​‌‌

I feel I am‌​ about to master‌ level 3-star magic,​ but I have​ no idea how⁠‌⁠ to take the​⁠ step toward level⁠⁠⁠ 4-star.

Of‌​ course, my teacher​⁠⁠ would say that⁠ being at level⁠‍ 3 at my​​⁠ age is already‌⁠ an incredible achievement‍⁠‍ and that I should be humble,​​‌ but from my​‍ perspective, I always⁠ want to go⁠⁠​ higher, and that‍ troubles me.

If‌ you know someone⁠‍ who can teach⁠‍⁠ 4-star magic, could​ you write me‍​ a letter of⁠⁠‍ recommendation?

The‍‌ high-level mages I know personally are​ not the type⁠ to teach others,‍‌‌ so it is‌ quite a difficult⁠‌‍ situation. If you⁠⁠ have any contact‍⁠‍ in mind, I would be grateful‌⁠ if you introduced‌​ me.

This‍ letter has become​‍ longer than expected.⁠‍​

I am not a talkative person, but‍ when I write⁠ to Teacher Katia,‌⁠ my pen never​​ seems to stop.​‌

Is‍⁠​ everything going well‍‍​ with Count Elvester?‌‌

If‍ the opportunity arises,‌‌ I look forward​ to the day‍ we may meet.‌⁠

From‍‍ the Baron of‌​ Ravenclaw,
Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw.​​​

“…”⁠

Dereck‍ pondered whether there​‌ was anything else​​‌ to add as⁠‍‍ he set the‍​ pen aside.

Creak.‌

“Ah,​ Dereck. Are you​‍‌ busy?”

“No.‍ I was just⁠‍⁠ writing a personal‍‌ letter.”

“A​‍ personal letter…? This‌‍​ is the first⁠ time I’ve seen​​ you so focused‍ on writing something.”​​

Dereck​⁠ nodded as a greeting, and Aiselin​‌ gestured with her⁠ hand to show​‌⁠ it didn’t matter.‍

In​​ any case, Aiselin‍⁠​ was redefining her⁠‌ identity as a fallen noble and,‌ in fact, resided‍​‍ in the Ravenclaw‍‍‍ Barony.

Considering‍‌ the value of⁠ the work she​‍‌ was doing, the‌ word “reside” was⁠‌‍ not entirely appropriate.‍‍

“I‌⁠ was writing a letter to my⁠​‍ teacher in the‌‌‍ eastern continent. When​ I write to⁠​⁠ Teacher Katia, the‍​‍ content always ends⁠ up longer than​‍ expected.”

“I‍ see. She must‌​ be someone very‍ valuable to you.”⁠‌​

“That’s‍ right. I received⁠ much help in‍‌‍ my days of‌⁠ weakness.”

Said​ Dereck as he‍ neatly folded the‍ letter he had‍‌​ already finished.

Since‍​ his urgent return‌⁠ from the Belmierd⁠​ mansion, there had‌​ truly been many‍​ things to attend​ to, and he​‌‌ was very busy.​⁠

It​⁠⁠ was understandable why‌⁠​ Aiselin had called⁠‌​ him so urgently.⁠ Of course, her‌​ haste was not​‍​ only because of⁠ the piled-up work‍ in the mansion,⁠​​ but from Dereck’s‍​ perspective, it was⁠ not something of⁠ great importance.

“In⁠ fact, the list⁠​​ of young ladies‌⁠⁠ who will attend​ the upcoming opening‍⁠ ceremony has already‍​ been finalized. Since⁠ you have been‌​ busy and haven’t‌​ had the chance‍‍ to review it,‌‍‌ I arranged it‍ so you could‍​ see it in​ advance.”

“Those‌‍⁠ kinds of documents‌ could be handled‍ by the administrative⁠ staff or the‌⁠‌ servants…”

“Are⁠ they not people‍‌​ I must teach​⁠ directly? I must‌⁠‍ start memorizing their​​‍ names right away!‍ Ahem!”

Saying‌ that, she rolled⁠‌ up her sleeves‌ again and breathed⁠​ with force, truly‌​ looking energetic.

Watching​‍‍ her silently, Dereck⁠‌‌ felt a strange⁠ pressure to muster​ energy as well.‍​‌

He‌ accepted the list‌​‌ and began reviewing‍⁠‍ the names.

“Viscount‌​ Rointel, Viscount Sidmer,⁠⁠ Count Pluder, Baron​ Caldeorn, Baron Lodtek,​⁠‌ Viscount Bleton…”

“…The‌​ list feels a bit imposing, doesn’t‌ it? But they​⁠ are all kind-hearted⁠⁠​ people…”

“Do‍⁠ you know them?”⁠⁠‍

“Half​⁠⁠ are people I’ve​‍ seen at social​⁠ gatherings, and the‌‍​ other half I’ve⁠‍ heard of to⁠​​ some extent. Of​‌ course, I don’t‌⁠ know all the⁠ young ladies from​‍⁠ small and distant​​ families…”

In⁠ any case, Dereck‍‌ also had to⁠ memorize those names.​‍​

As​ he scanned the‍‍​ list of the​‌‍ various families—

A familiar surname caught‌ his attention.

“…!”​

Dereck’s⁠ eyes widened slightly,⁠⁠ and he held‌‌ his breath.

He⁠‌ didn’t make a loud noise nor​‍ show great surprise.‍‍⁠ However, it was‌⁠⁠ rare for him⁠ to show such​‌‍ a strong reaction.⁠​

He⁠⁠⁠ was someone who‍‌‌ maintained composure even​⁠​ amid the collapse‍‌​ of the Duplain​⁠ mansion.

Seeing‌‍ such a reaction‌⁠⁠ from Dereck was‌‍‌ not easy, so⁠ even Aiselin was‌ startled, trembling in​ surprise.

“Dereck?”​

Aiselin⁠ called him, but‍⁠ received no answer.‍⁠

Dereck‍​ leaned back in‍​⁠ his chair, rested‌​⁠ his chin on⁠‌‍ his palm, and‍​⁠ sank into deep‍‌ thought.

Could‍​ there truly be​‌ something in this‌ world that unsettled⁠⁠‌ this man, who⁠‌‌ fell behind no​⁠ one in cold-bloodedness?⁠⁠​

Even‌ Aiselin, bewildered, had​‍‍ no choice but​​‍ to wait for⁠ Dereck’s reply.

He‌‍⁠ had to look‍‍‌ again at the​⁠ list Aiselin had​​​ brought to make⁠‌ sure he hadn’t⁠ imagined it.

— Baron Tigris

The​​ name of that⁠ family on the‍ list was familiar‌​‍ to him.

The​‍ Tigris family was​ a typical rural‌​ border family. Which‌​ meant they were⁠⁠ insignificant.

The​‍⁠ territory was large,‌​ but mostly barren,‍ and what remained⁠​ were wheat fields.​ There were no‍ major cities or​ towns in the​ baron’s domain, so​‌ he was more​⁠ like a village‌ chief than a feudal lord.

The⁠ head of the⁠ family, Leopold Oswin​‌‌ Tigris, was just‌​‌ an old soldier‌ who had risen‌​ by luck… a former quartermaster.

It⁠‌⁠ was a family‌‌​ that represented the‌ archetype of the​ low nobility. Anyone‍ would wonder why​⁠​ such a family⁠‍‍ would cause surprise.​

However,⁠ the important part‍⁠ was not the​ name of the​‌⁠ head of the⁠⁠​ family.

‘Fina‍ Raffaella Tigris, baroness.’​‌​

Dereck⁠‌ brushed his fingers‍ across his lips⁠‍ and fell into⁠‌⁠ deep contemplation.

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