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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 114: Fina (1)

Chapter 114: Fina (1)

Many​ remembered the image​‌ of the great‌ demon Noir, who‌‍​ roared with enough⁠​‌ force to overturn​​ the entire northern⁠ continent and reduce‌​​ the world to‌⁠⁠ ashes.

The‌⁠ “War of Dawn,”‍‍​ one of the‍ greatest disasters in⁠ the history of⁠‍⁠ the Empire, was‌⁠ still spoken of‍‌‍ among the people,‌‍ and those who⁠​‌ commemorated that horrid​‍ devastation were scattered‌​ across the continent.‌‌⁠

A dreadful calamity, where‍⁠‌ blood flowed like​​‌ rivers and corpses​‍ piled up like⁠ mountains.

The‌‍ brave group that‍⁠‌ stopped that great⁠ catastrophe known as⁠‍ humanity’s crisis was​ still mentioned as​ legend.

Melverot,​⁠‍ Peria, Reveltone, Lusric.​

And⁠​ the six-star battle‍‍‍ mage, Kalimford, who⁠‍‍ led them at‍⁠ the front.

The⁠ names of those‌‍‍ five spread across‍​ the continent, becoming​⁠ synonymous with the​ heroes of the‌ previous generation.

However,⁠‌⁠ those who were​‍ drawn only to‍ the heroic tales‌​ did not know.‍‌

Behind⁠​ their glorious feats‍​​ lay necromancy, an‌​ art everyone considered​‍ an atrocious sin.⁠

‘Reina.⁠‌​ I need your‌​ help.’

It​ was during the​‌⁠ height of the‍​‍ War of Dawn.​​ The place, a dilapidated warehouse in​⁠ the Ankail Barony,​​⁠ on the outskirts​ of the continent.‌⁠

There,‌‌ the great hero⁠ Kalimford, about to​‍​ embark on his​‍ final expedition to⁠‌⁠ capture Noir, was​ kneeling on one‌‍ knee, making eye​ contact with a young girl of‌‌ innocent appearance.

The‌ hero, with rough‌⁠ beard and a face showing the​‌ first signs of⁠‌‌ age. Behind him‍‌​ stood his old⁠⁠‌ friend Melverot, his‌‍ lover Peria, and‍ his loyal companions​‌⁠ Reveltone and Lusric.‍

The⁠ light that entered‌ through the open​ door of the‌ warehouse bathed them​ like a sacred‍‌‍ halo.

However,⁠⁠ the inside of‌ the warehouse, soaked​ with the smell‍ of blood, was​ only filled with‍ an ominous darkness.⁠

In⁠ that gloomy place,​‌‍ covered with traces⁠ of necromancy, the‍‌​ great hero spoke⁠‍‌ with a firm⁠ expression.

“To‌ reach Noir, we‍ need someone who​ can break his‍​ necromantic sorcery.”

The​⁠ one Kalimford addressed‍‍ was a girl⁠​​ who had barely​‍ passed puberty.

Sitting‍​ in a corner‍‌ of the warehouse,‍‍‍ hugging her knees,‌ the girl looked⁠‌ up at him⁠⁠ with shining eyes.‍

Her‌ current name was‍ Reina.

Once⁠‌⁠ she was Aileen,​‍ before that Seraphine.​‍⁠

She⁠ had also been⁠⁠ Isabel, before Laies,⁠‍​ then Poyna, Katlan,‍‌ Amelia, Coilen, Magat,⁠​ Victoria, Frederica, Aines,‌ Cirque, Rushiel, Leti…‍‍

And‌ later, she would⁠ bear the name‌ Fina.

The​ girl observed the⁠​⁠ hero in silence‌‌ for a moment,​‌​ until finally the​‍ corners of her​‌‌ lips curved into​ a sly smile.​​‌

“Hehehe,⁠‍ hahaha.”

“…”​

“The‍‌‌ situation is rather‌‌ amusing. The last⁠​⁠ hero these imperial‍‌‌ citizens have left,‌​‌ who tried so‌‌‌ hard to capture​​⁠ me and kill‌‌⁠ me, now comes‌⁠‍ asking for my⁠​⁠ help. How ironic.”​⁠

A girl who looked⁠‍‌ barely adolescent suddenly​ spoke in an‍‌‍ archaic dialect of‌‌ the Central Plains.‍⁠

It​⁠‍ was not difficult​​ to understand, but​ the mere fact‍‌ that such antiquated⁠ speech came from‌⁠ the mouth of​⁠​ a child caused‍ an inexplicable unease‍​ in those who‌ heard it.

This⁠‍ girl was, by‌ nature, an ominous‌ being.

“I’m‍ sorry, Kalimford, but‌‍‍ I have no⁠​‌ reason at all​‌ to help you.​ If anything, the​‌ most logical course⁠‍ would be to‌ hinder you. Why⁠‍ should I help‌‌​ you?”

“…”‌

“They‍‌ say the magical⁠‌ level of the‌‍‍ Great Demon Beast‍‍ Noir of the‌⁠‍ North is astounding.⁠​ Perhaps that creature⁠ can fulfill my​‍ wish. So the⁠‌​ most reasonable thing​‍‍ would be to​ kill you right‌‍‍ here with my‌‌​ own hands.”

At​‍‍ those words, Kalimford’s​ companions tensed and‍ instinctively reached for‌‌ their weapons.

But⁠‌‍ Kalimford raised a hand to stop‍ them. Still crouched,⁠ he stared straight​​⁠ at Reina and⁠⁠⁠ spoke calmly.

“Reina.​‌ The Great Demon​⁠‍ Beast Noir cannot⁠ fulfill your wish.”⁠​‌

“Well.⁠‌‍ That we don’t‍⁠‍ know yet.”

“Do⁠‍⁠ you regret having‍​ studied necromancy?”

Reina’s‍​ eyes trembled slightly‍⁠‌ at that phrase.⁠⁠

In​​ silence, she kept​‌⁠ watching him, until​⁠ he spoke again‌ in a low⁠ voice.

“The‍‌‌ mark of reincarnation​⁠‍ is a blessing⁠​​ that guarantees transcending‍‌ death, something all‍⁠ beings long for.​‌ But… it seems⁠⁠ you have already‌​ understood as well.”‍⁠‌

“Shut‍‌‌ up, Kalimford.”

“It‍ is not a blessing. It is‍​ a curse.”

Reina‌​ clenched her teeth.‍​​ Her hollow eyes‍ cast an even⁠ longer shadow.

The‍‍​ repetition of reincarnation.​ Even if you‌ die again and⁠​ again, you are⁠⁠⁠ reborn as a noble lady and‌ continue your life.‌⁠ That magic grants‌⁠⁠ “eternal life,” something‍‌​ everyone covets.

When​ you lost your⁠‌⁠ youth—whether at twenty‍‌‍ or thirty—you died⁠‌​ for whatever reason,⁠​⁠ and life continued,‌ always with the‌​⁠ same young face.​​ It was, in‍‌ appearance, a perpetual‍​ youth.

However,​‌‌ as the centuries​‌‍ passed in that‍ endless cycle, you‌ eventually came to‍ understand.

Once‌ you touch necromancy,‌ you cannot help⁠‍⁠ but live with​​ bloodstained hands.

And‌‌ wandering in that​‍⁠ shadowy life countless​⁠ times, you eventually⁠ forget who you​‍‌ are.

Who‌​⁠ am I? Am‌‌‍ I Reina? No,⁠ that is only‌ my current name.‍⁠‌

Then⁠​‍ am I Isabel?‍ Or Lyes? Poina?⁠​ Katlan? Amelia? Coilen?⁠​ Magat? Victoria? Frederica?​​

When​‌‌ you trace back‌‌⁠ the origin of​‌ the origin again​​​ and again, you‍‍⁠ end up forgetting,⁠ unable to give‌ meaning to your‌​ existence. Your original⁠ self, what it‍ was, what it‍‍ lived… all becomes​​⁠ dust buried in‍⁠⁠ the distant past.​⁠⁠

Sunk​ in that absence‌‍‌ of meaning, you‍ become a wandering⁠​‌ ghost, unable to‍⁠ find purpose.

Death,‍​ which comes to‌ all alike, is⁠ denied to you.⁠‍​

To​ reach the pinnacle​‍⁠ of necromancy means⁠​ that.

The‍​​ mark of reincarnation,​ once engraved on⁠ the soul, never‌‍‍ disappears.

During​‍ the first two‍‍ hundred years, you‌‍⁠ might consider it​‍​ a blessing.

But‌‌‌ in the end,⁠‍ you only wish‍‍⁠ for one thing—rest.‍‍‍ And no matter​ how exhausted you​‌ are, the world‍⁠​ never allows it.‌

Alone,​​ in the curse​ of necromantic magic,‍​ living only among‌⁠ bloodstained shadows, she​​ longed for one‌ thing above all⁠‍‍ else—rest.

“I​​‍ can kill you.⁠‍ Not just your⁠⁠ body, but also​ your soul.”

And​​ then, before that⁠ wandering spirit, the‍ legendary hero and⁠ six-star battle mage​‍‌ Kalimford spoke.

His​⁠ body aged, but⁠‍ his eyes still‌‌‍ shone.

Six-star​ battle magic Incineration⁠​ of the Soul.‍‍

Kalimford,‌‌​ who had reached⁠ six stars by‍‍ contemplating the constellations⁠ alone from the‌‌⁠ Rotan Mountains, mastered⁠‌ the technique of‍‌ erasing even existence​⁠ itself. It was⁠ said that, with‌‌ a few months⁠​ of preparation, he​ could erase a six-star necromancer from⁠​​ the world.

It​⁠ was his own​‌‍ domain, completely different​ from other six-star‌​ mages like Melverot,​‌‍ Kohella, or Drest.‍‌​ And, paradoxically, it‍ seemed like a lifeline.

Kalimford,‌ the legendary battle‍ mage, could kill​ her.

That‌ simple truth made⁠​ the girl lift‌ her head.

And‍‌ the following year,‌ Kalimford’s group succeeded‌‌​ in subduing the‍‌‍ Great Demon Beast‌​ Noir that ravaged‌ the North.

However,⁠ Kalimford could not‌​⁠ keep his promise.‌‌‌

Because⁠‌ he died together‌​‌ with Noir.

***‍‌

Fwooosh.⁠​‌

On​​ a rainy and‍​ gray day.

In​ front of the⁠​ main entrance of‌‍⁠ Gremfort Palace, where‌ Emperor Gratell resided.​‌

A huge portrait of‌ the legendary hero‍‌⁠ who had perished​ with Noir was‍‌‍ displayed high above.‍​

During​ the funeral, countless⁠​ citizens of the‌‍ empire shed tears​‌ before that portrait.⁠

His‍ old friend, the‌​​ icy Melverot, also‌​‍ bowed his head.​⁠‍ All the companions‌​​ of the legendary‍ hero remained silent​‍ with somber expressions.‍​‍

At‍​ the back of​ the crowd. A girl, with her​ hood up, silently‌​ stared at the‌ portrait of the‌‌​ hero.

At⁠ last, she turned⁠ around and clenched‌‌ her teeth.

“Damn…⁠‌‍ bastard…”

As‍ she slipped away‍‌ into the crowd‍‍⁠ and vanished into‍​​ the streets of‌⁠ the capital, a chilling aura still‌ surrounded her.

Kalimford‍‌ had not kept​‌‍ his promise.

And‍ so, a persistent‍‍‍ coldness settled in⁠​ the girl’s eyes.‍‌‌

***‌​‍

In‌ truth, no matter⁠​ how renowned Master⁠ Dereck was, and‌‍ no matter how⁠ meticulous Aiselin was,‍⁠‌ the first training⁠⁠​ center they opened‌‌ was bound to​‌‍ have problems.

Aiselin‍‍​ had envisioned countless​​ unexpected situations in​​ her mind, but⁠​ even so, she⁠‍​ believed that once‌ the center began‌‍​ operating, all sorts⁠​ of issues would⁠​ arise.

And​‌‌ she was fully‍⁠ prepared to deal​​​ with whatever problems⁠ came up.

However,‍‌ the Ravenclaw Training‌ Center was running‍ far too smoothly.‍​‌

“……”‍‍

Ten‌‌‍ days had passed​ since the center‍⁠ officially began operations.‍‍

Aiselin‌⁠‍ was sitting in‌⁠​ her private room‍‌ within the mansion‍ that Dereck had​⁠​ prepared for her,‍⁠‍ silently looking over‌ class materials.

She‌‌⁠ had already reviewed⁠‌ them several times,‍⁠ so there was‍ no point in‌​ continuing to look.‌​

The⁠‍​ court etiquette that‍‌ had cost her‍‍ so much effort‌​‌ to master when​ she debuted in​‍ society, the basic‍ manners required for⁠‍ banquet conversations, and⁠ the elementary education‌ for a lady⁠‌⁠ were organized clearly​ and easy to‍‍‍ understand.

There⁠ was nothing to‌‍​ worry about in​ Aiselin’s etiquette classes,⁠‌ and the same⁠‍‍ was true for⁠ the magic classes⁠‍⁠ led by Dereck.‌‌

The⁠ young noble girls​‍ attending the center⁠‍ were growing by‍ leaps and bounds,⁠ exclaiming that this‌‌‌ was truly a land of learning,​‍ even though little‌‍‌ time had passed‍ since classes began.⁠

The​ ladies receiving training⁠​ seemed very satisfied,‌​ and though there‍‍ were some minor‌​ frictions, the newly‍ hired servants were‍ not causing major‍ problems.

The‌‌ instructors brought in⁠⁠ from outside were‌​ highly individualistic, but⁠‍ they seemed to⁠‌⁠ be fulfilling their‍‍​ roles with dedication,‌‍⁠ and there appeared⁠ to be no‌ serious conflicts within‍⁠ the mansion.

Everything‌‌‍ was running smoothly.‍‍‌

There​ was no inconvenience.​

In‍‌ other words, there‍⁠ was nothing to‍‍‍ do.

“…”​⁠‌

“Lady​⁠ Aiselin… do you‍ have any worries?”‌⁠

When‍​‌ Chief Steward Delbriton‌‍ approached and asked,‍ Aiselin answered with‌ a dull expression.⁠‌⁠

“I’m​​ worried because I don’t have worries…”​

“…”⁠‌⁠

Delbriton​ had come to‍‍​ know Aiselin quite⁠​ well since preparations​‍‍ for the training​‍‍ center began.

At⁠ first, he thought‍⁠ only Dereck, the‌‍‍ master of Ravenclaw‍ Mansion, was peculiar,⁠⁠⁠ but upon observing‌ carefully, he realized‌⁠⁠ Aiselin was no⁠ less eccentric.

People⁠​ obsessed with something‌⁠⁠ tend to achieve⁠⁠ success faster than⁠ others.

In⁠ any case, it‌‌ meant they weren’t​‍ entirely sane.

“Now‍ that I think​‍‌ about it… is‍​‌ Lord Dereck having⁠ any difficulties? I see him at⁠⁠​ meals, but we‍ don’t talk much‍‌ since he’s always‌⁠ so busy…”

“The‍​​ baron is handling​‌‌ his schedule without‍‍ major problems. Rather,​⁠‌ he seems to‍‌ be worried about‌‍‍ you, Lady Aiselin.”​‍​

“R-really…?”‍

Aiselin‌ swallowed as she‌‌ listened intently to‌‌⁠ Delbriton’s words.

Lately,⁠⁠⁠ she felt she‌​​ only had work-related‌ conversations with Dereck,⁠​ but even so,‍‌ she seemed to‌⁠⁠ feel a subtle⁠‍ joy in knowing​‌⁠ he cared about‌‍ her well-being.

When‍​​ Ellen visited her⁠ some time ago,⁠​‌ she nearly died⁠‍⁠ of fright, but​ that was now‌‌​ in the past.‌

No‌⁠ matter how talented‌‌ Ellen was, she‍‍⁠ could not surpass‍​ Aiselin, who saw‌ Dereck every day​ face to face⁠​​ at the training⁠‍ center.

Moreover,‌‌ the fact that‍‌ the stoic Baron​‌ Ravenclaw personally worried‌‌ about her health‍​ gave her a strange sense of‌‍ satisfaction.

Although‍ Aiselin knew very‍ well that it‍‍​ was only a courtesy remark, she​ could not help⁠‍ but feel a peculiar sense of‌‍‍ superiority.

It‌‍ was said that‍‌​ the one who‍⁠ falls in love‍‍ first, loses.

Aiselin​⁠‌ cleared her throat‍ several times, then‍⁠‌ looked out the‍‌​ window, where the‍‍ landscape was beginning⁠ to show signs​​‍ of autumn.

Yes,⁠‌ it was already⁠‌⁠ autumn.

Time‌ seemed to fly‍⁠ like an arrow.⁠

“…”‍⁠‌

Suddenly,​ Aiselin felt a cold sweat down⁠‍ her back.

“When⁠⁠​ was the last‌‌ time I went⁠ back to my‍​‍ family’s house…?”

It‌‌ was a thought⁠‍‍ that only surfaced​⁠ after most of​⁠⁠ her tasks had​​⁠ been completed and⁠​⁠ her daily routine‍‌ had settled.

As‌⁠⁠ much as could‌‍ be said, Aiselin​ was still a fallen noble who‌​⁠ carried the fate‌​​ of the declining‌⁠⁠ Duplain family.

“Are‍⁠ you talking about⁠‌‍ the salary? Now​ that you mention‍‌ it, yes, we⁠‍ agreed to split‍ it.”

“Talking‍‍ about money like‌‍ this feels a little uncomfortable… but⁠​ in any case,​⁠ we must account‌ for it.”

***⁠​

Breakfast⁠ the next day.⁠‌‍

Dereck,‌​‍ sitting at a rather large dining‍​ table, was eating⁠ simple vegetables, bread,‌‍ and fruit.

Aiselin‌​‍ approached Dereck intending‌‍ to talk seriously⁠ about revenue distribution.​

Dereck,‌​ for his part,​‍‌ was reviewing the⁠⁠ schedule for the‌‌ day’s basic magic⁠ training, as well⁠⁠ as planning supplementary‌​ classes for a few young ladies⁠​⁠ whose recent progress⁠ had been slow.⁠

Despite​‍‌ everything, once he‌⁠​ took on a task, he completed‍ it diligently, a trait that had‌‌ not changed since​ his mercenary days.​

One​⁠‌ of the reasons‍‌⁠ Aiselin valued Dereck​ was precisely because‌‍ of his diligence.‍‍​

“This‍ quarter’s tuition fees‌ have already been‌​ collected. I’ll give‌⁠ you half, Lady⁠ Aiselin. I’ll take‍⁠​ the other half.”‌‌​

“What?‍‌‌ You’ll give me⁠ half? That, that’s‌ a little…”

“Too‍ little? If you‌‌ want to negotiate,​ I won’t object.‌ But let’s discuss‌​​ it properly with​​ a notary in​ the office.”

“No,⁠‍ it’s the opposite.⁠‌​ You’re giving me​ too much.”

Aiselin‌ spoke with some​​ hesitation.

In‍​⁠ truth, Aiselin was⁠‍‍ usually quite firm⁠‌ in such matters,⁠⁠ but for some​ reason, her voice‌ always grew smaller‍ before Dereck.

Dereck⁠⁠ looked at her⁠⁠‍ in silence, then‍​‌ set his fork​ aside and pushed​ the plate away.​

At⁠ that moment, the​ servants quickly came⁠‍‍ forward to clear‌​ away the remains​⁠‍ of the meal.⁠​

“Lady‌‌ Aiselin… I am⁠ aware…”

“Yes…?”​

Dereck⁠ spoke while pressing‍⁠​ his temples.

This‍ Ravenclaw Training Center‍‌ was established in​‌‍ Dereck’s name, built⁠​‌ on his land,‍‌⁠ and he was‌ listed as director.⁠‍‌

However,‌⁠ Dereck only taught​​ magic and did‍ not actually function​ as the administrator.​‍

Instead,‌​​ Aiselin was the⁠⁠‍ one who sat​​‍ in the dean’s‌ chair, managing all‍‍ the administrative work⁠‍ alone. From the⁠ start, Aiselin had​‌ laid the foundation⁠‌​ of the center⁠‌‌ and was the⁠⁠ one resolving all‌​‍ the scattered problems.​

Now​​‍ that the center⁠​ had just opened,⁠​ many things were​‌ unstable, but frankly,‌⁠‍ it seemed that⁠ even if Dereck​⁠⁠ were absent from‍​‌ the territory for‍ a while, Aiselin⁠⁠ could manage it​ well on her‌​ own.

At‌‍ that point, it⁠⁠ was a little⁠⁠ strange for Dereck​‌​ to monopolize all​ the center’s income.​‌‍

“And​‌⁠ besides… don’t you‌‌​ need money? You‍ have to rebuild​‍⁠ your family.”

“Well,‍ that’s true, but…”‌​

“The⁠⁠ Duplain family will‌‌ need many assets⁠‍​ readily available. If‌ the center goes‍‌⁠ well, the flow​‍ of money to​‍ the Duplains will‍ also increase. So,​⁠ in a way,​‌⁠ working hard here⁠ is saving your⁠ family, don’t you⁠‌‌ think?”

Dereck’s‌​ words were true.⁠⁠

The⁠ amount of gold​ coins provided by‍⁠‍ more than thirty​ noble ladies was⁠⁠ enough to be​‍ considered a fortune.‍

If​‍ half of that​‌​ could be taken‍‍⁠ to the Duplain‍ family, it would​ be enough to​‍‌ put out all‍⁠⁠ the urgent fires⁠ for now.

It​​ was something good‍​‍ and something to‌⁠‌ be grateful for,‌‍ but Aiselin had‍ never imagined Dereck‍‌‌ would yield so‌ easily.

Territorial⁠‌​ nobles were usually‍ stingy with such​​ divisions, so there‍‍ was hardly anyone‌‌ like Dereck who​ would willingly give‌ up such a large sum.

Aiselin’s​ eyes began to‌⁠ shine.

She‌‌‌ silently watched Dereck,‌‍​ who was brushing⁠​ his clothes at⁠​‍ the end of​ the long table,​⁠⁠ and then spoke⁠ with a radiant‍‌ face.

“Dereck…”⁠

“Yes?”⁠⁠​

“I…​‍‍ am going to‍⁠⁠ bury my bones‍‍ here…”

“There’s‌‌​ no need to⁠ go that far.”‍‍⁠

In⁠ fact, even Dereck‍‍ was beginning to‍​‍ find Aiselin a little frightening lately.​⁠‍

After‌​ the Duplain family​ fell and she⁠ accepted that she‍ was a fallen‍‌‌ noble, she seemed‌​ to have awakened‍ in many ways.​⁠⁠

Dereck​‍ also lived intensely,​ dividing his day‍⁠‌ into minutes, but‍⁠ even he found‍ it difficult to‍⁠‍ keep up with​‌​ Aiselin.

“By⁠⁠ the way, when‍‌ the first term‌‌‌ ends this autumn,​‌ I plan to⁠⁠‍ hold supplementary classes‌​ with some of⁠‍‍ the young noble‍​ ladies.”

“Oh,⁠⁠ yes. There were‍‌ a few whose‌⁠ performance fell somewhat​ behind. According to‌⁠ the center’s policy,‍‌ we never leave‌⁠​ anyone behind.”

“Lady​‍ Sidmer, Lady Rosfeld,​ and the lady⁠ of the Tigris⁠⁠⁠ family… I think⁠ I’ll give them‍‍‌ separate lessons.”

“Really?”⁠

Aiselin‌ knew that Lady‌⁠‌ Sidmer and Lady‌‍ Rosfeld were somewhat⁠‍⁠ timid and lacking​ in confidence, which‌⁠ slowed their progress.​​‍

But⁠ she had not‌ thought that Lady‌‍‍ Fina of the‌​ Tigris Barony would‌​‍ also be included⁠‍‌ among those receiving⁠ supplementary lessons.

‘…Lately,‌ Dereck has been‍‍⁠ paying a lot‌ of attention to‌ Lady Fina of‌⁠ the Tigris family.’​‍

It⁠​​ was also out‌‌‌ of a sense​‌​ of duty, but‍​ Aiselin felt something​‍ subtle.

She​‍‍ herself was too‌​⁠ busy fixing the‌ problems she had‌‌‍ caused, so she⁠‌‌ hardly had private⁠⁠​ conversations with Dereck.‍⁠

Dereck,‌ on the other​ hand, seemed particularly‌⁠‍ attentive to Lady‍​ Fina of the‍ Tigris family.

Even⁠‌‌ after all the‍‍⁠ classes ended, he⁠ stayed behind to‍‌‍ give her countless⁠ pieces of advice‌ or even went⁠‍ to the dormitory‌​ to give her⁠‌‌ lessons about life…​‌ Sometimes, they even‍​ went on outings‍ together during holidays,​​ spending much time‌ together. (Of course,‍⁠ from Fina’s perspective,​ those were trials⁠‍ as painful as‍ punishment.)

As​ if that weren’t⁠ enough, he even​‍⁠ planned to give‌ her special supplementary​‌ lessons separately. (Of​ course, from Fina’s‍​ perspective, it was‍ torture comparable to‍⁠ death.)

In‌ short, Dereck was‌ almost completely neglecting⁠‌ Aiselin.

“…”​

How​ cruel and heartless.‌‌‍

That‍​‌ thought briefly crossed‍ her mind, but​‌ Aiselin immediately opened‌​‌ her eyes wide​ and came to‌‍‍ her senses.

Cruel?​ What had Dereck⁠‌ done to deserve⁠‌ being called that?​​‌ Dereck was simply​‌​ fulfilling his duty.⁠​

Aiselin‌ felt momentarily confused‍ by her own‌​ thoughts and shook⁠‍ her head, bewildered.‌‌

Dereck,⁠‌ seeing Aiselin like‍​ that, looked at‍⁠⁠ her with a strange expression, wondering⁠​ if she was‍⁠​ uncomfortable. Considering Aiselin’s⁠ workload, it would‌‍‍ not be strange⁠ if she were‍ exhausted.

Receiving⁠ such sincere concern,⁠‌ Aiselin immediately blushed‍‌‌ and shook her‌ head vigorously.

“I-I‍⁠⁠ was just distracted‍⁠​ for a moment.‌​‌ Sorry. I’ll go‍⁠ check the morning‌‌ schedule right away.”​‌⁠

“You‌‍‌ always work very⁠⁠ hard.”

“Not​‍ as much as​ you, Lord Dereck.‍ Anyway, thank you‍‌ very much for‌⁠ the revenue distribution.​⁠​ I’ll do everything⁠ I can to‌⁠ represent the Duplain⁠ family.”

Saying⁠​⁠ that, Aiselin clutched‍⁠ the documents tightly‌ and quickly walked⁠ into the hallway.‍​​

Fanning⁠ her flushed face​​ with one hand,⁠ she was utterly‌ confused.

Aiselin,‌​ who was quite‍ naive about such‍‍​ matters, could not‍‌‌ realize what was‍ happening to her.‍‌⁠

The‍‍ same had happened‍‌ with Ellen and​⁠​ with Fina.

For​⁠ the first time​ in her life,‌‍​ Aiselin was awakening⁠⁠⁠ the emotion of‍⁠ jealousy.

‘…Before‌⁠‌ this autumn ends,​⁠ I’ll expel Fina.⁠ If I handle​ the justification well,⁠⁠​ Fina probably won’t‌​ have much to‌ complain about.’

After⁠​‌ Aiselin left the​‌ dining hall, Dereck‍‌ once again reviewed‌‌ the schedules of‌ the supplementary lessons⁠ he had organized.‍‌​

Fina‍ was enduring Dereck’s‍ subtle trials better‌ than he had‍‍​ expected.

Though​⁠‌ Dereck behaved like​​‍ a textbook authoritarian,‍‍ Fina’s social skills,‌ polished over the⁠⁠‌ years, were much⁠‍⁠ more adept than⁠⁠‌ he had anticipated.‍​

‘…To​⁠ think she would​‍‍ endure so well.’‌‍

A necromancer is like⁠ a virus.

If​ left alone, it⁠⁠‌ will surely infect​​ the group and‍​ bring about disaster.‌‍ The tragedy of‍ the Duplain family‌​‍ was more than​‍​ enough proof that,‌‌‌ if not eradicated‍ in time, great⁠ calamities would follow.⁠

This​‍ level of action‍​⁠ was still not‌⁠‌ enough. It was‍‍‍ time to take⁠​​ more drastic measures.‍⁠

Dereck⁠​⁠ was ready to​⁠⁠ act.

“When‍⁠ this term ends,⁠ I plan to​⁠ give additional supplementary​‍ lessons. Lady Tigris​⁠‌ still has areas‌⁠​ where her performance‍‍‍ is lacking, so​⁠​ we’ll do more​‌ lessons together. During‍ the sessions, I’ll​ teach her wise​‍‌ ways to face‌‌ life’s adversities, how‍⁠ to respect her⁠‍ elders, and the‌⁠ truths and subtleties​​ of existence.”

That‌‌‌ same afternoon, after‍ finishing his classes,⁠ Dereck called Fina⁠ and told her⁠ that.

“…Oh,‍‌⁠ heavens! T-thank you…‍⁠ I truly regret⁠ that you must‍​‍ take the time‌⁠ for me…!”

Fina​ endured the stiffness‍⁠ in her expression⁠‌ with almost superhuman​‍ patience. Seeing her⁠ barely manage to⁠ keep a cheerful⁠ face, even Dereck​‌‌ couldn’t help but‌ be impressed.

She‍⁠ was by no​⁠ means an easy⁠⁠‍ person. She was⁠ as tough as⁠​⁠ Dereck.

And‍‍⁠ when two tough​ people meet, the‍‌​ situation tends to​‍⁠ escalate to the‌‍ extreme.

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