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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 117: Fina (4)

Chapter 117: Fina (4)

“These​⁠ are the things‍ I saw at​⁠⁠ the Ravenclaw Training‌‍ Center. Father, I share my brother⁠⁠ Robenalt’s opinion. Unless⁠⁠⁠ a major change‌​ occurs, in a few years the​ Ravenclaw territory will⁠​ have significant influence‍ in Ebelstein’s social⁠ circle.”

Denise,​ the most intelligent​​ young woman of‍ the Beltus family,​‌‌ was precisely reporting​⁠‍ to Grand Duke​‌ Beltus what she‌​‍ had confirmed.

The‌​​ Grand Duke Beltus,​‌⁠ with his stern⁠​‌ face, stroked his⁠‍⁠ mustache several times​​‍ with a rather‍‍​ displeased expression.

He‍‍​ had been persuaded​‌‍ by his eldest‌‌ son, Robenalt, to‌ overlook the granting‌⁠​ of the baronial‍ title to Baron‌‍​ Ravenclaw, but now‌‍ that the situation‍ had reached this‌ point, that man’s‍‌ actions were suspicious.‍​

He⁠​‍ had known Dereck⁠‍​ Lydorf, Baron of‌⁠ Ravenclaw, for a long time. Even​⁠ the Beltus family​‌ had once entrusted​​‍ Dereck with Denise’s​⁠ social education.

At‌ that time, Dereck‌​​ had been nothing⁠⁠‍ more than a simple private tutor,‍‌‍ but somehow, he⁠⁠ had become the⁠ owner of a great training center.​​

Education‌‌ often became the‍​ foundation of power.‍‌‌

The‍‌ fact that Baron⁠⁠ Dereck’s disciples were⁠⁠ infiltrating Ebelstein’s social‌‍​ circle meant that⁠ he was gaining​‍​ direct influence over⁠‍ Ebelstein.

All⁠‌ power begins with⁠‌‍ winning over people.⁠

The⁠‌ rise of a new force, with⁠ several nobles as‌‌ disciples, beginning to⁠ stir up the⁠ territory right next​​⁠ to the domain‌ of Duke Beltus,‍‍‍ was not a welcome development.

To‍ win a war,‌​‍ it is good⁠ to take the​ high ground. And‍‌⁠ to win a power struggle, it⁠⁠ is important to​‌‌ dominate public opinion⁠⁠ in the social⁠ circle.

Understanding‌⁠ this perfectly, Duke⁠ Beltus had been‍‌ supporting Denise—who was‍⁠ making a name⁠ for herself in⁠ Ebelstein’s social circle—in‍‍ every possible way.‍​

“This⁠⁠⁠ is not pleasant‌ news. The fact‌​ that future socialites​ are passing through‌⁠‌ that place means‌‍‌ it is becoming‍ the center of‍​​ the social circle.”⁠⁠

“Do‍​​ you really think⁠ so? Its scale⁠‍​ wasn’t that impressive.”⁠⁠

“Scale⁠ doesn’t matter. You​​ know this, Denise.‌⁠ The main base‌⁠​ of the social​⁠ circle of the‍ eastern continent was,‌​⁠ at first, the‍‍‌ port city of‍​‍ Roboff, but eventually‍ it moved to‌‍‍ the Elvester mansion‌ after the count‍⁠ built all sorts⁠ of cultural facilities‌‌⁠ in his territory.”⁠

The⁠ base of the‍⁠⁠ social circle in‌​⁠ the southwestern continent‍‍ was the noble⁠⁠⁠ district of Ebelstein,‍⁠​ but that of‍⁠ the eastern continent‌‍ was the Elvester‌ Count’s mansion.

That‌‌‌ place, which had⁠‌ become so grand‍​‍ that it was​ hardly appropriate to​​ call it a mansion anymore, was​‌ famous for hosting‌​ all kinds of‍‌​ cultural events—stage performances,‍‌ tours of famous​‍‍ minstrels, the largest⁠⁠​ tea parties, and‍‍​ numerous gatherings throughout‍⁠ the year.

With⁠ that place within‌⁠⁠ his territory, Count⁠ Elvester stood at⁠ the pinnacle of⁠ noble culture, and​‍​ his only daughter,⁠⁠​ Freya, was regarded‌ as the noblest⁠ figure of all.​‌⁠

If⁠‍‍ Aiselin was in‌​ the Ebelstein social‌​ circle, then Freya‍ was in the‍⁠ eastern one.

To⁠⁠‍ the point that‌ it was easy⁠ to name Freya‍ as one of‌‌ the queens of⁠ the social circle,⁠ it was not‍‍ difficult to understand⁠‍​ how important it⁠ was to seize​ the center of⁠⁠ such a circle.​‌

And‍‍‍ Freya’s personal teacher⁠‌‌ was Katia Flameheart,​⁠ former lady of‍‌​ a fallen viscount​ family.

She‍ was now famous​​ as the greatest​ instructor of magic⁠​ in the entire⁠ eastern continent.

“Not⁠⁠ long ago, Duplain,​ who was the​​‍ most troublesome, lost​‍‌ power. The throne​‌ of the Ebelstein⁠ social circle remains⁠​‌ vacant, and this‌⁠ is a transitional​‌​ period. I do‌‍​ not want unnecessary‍‌‌ variables to arise‍‌‍ just when the‍⁠​ Viscount of Renouel​‍ is on the‌​ rise.”

Duke​ Beltus spoke solemnly‌ from his office​‌​ chair.

“It⁠‌​ seems we cannot⁠ leave that training​⁠​ center unmonitored.”

Denise’s‍ face began to​ darken slightly. She‌‌ seemed to know⁠‍​ what the duke⁠‌​ was about to‌ say.

“Find‍⁠‍ any pretext. We‌ must restrain the⁠ growth of the⁠‌ Ravenclaw territory.”

“…”⁠

“For‍​‍ now, it’s not​ easy to find‍‍​ a good pretext,⁠​ but if anyone‌ can find one,​ it’s you, Denise.​‍ You’ve been in‍ contact with that​ baron and have‌​ maintained a close‌​ relationship.”

Duke‍​ Beltus intended to‍‍ restrain Baron Ravenclaw⁠ and put Denise‌ in charge of​‌​ that plan.

Since​ Denise was the​‌‌ one with the⁠‌​ widest reach in⁠‌ Ebelstein’s social circle‍​⁠ within the Beltus⁠‌‌ family, it was⁠⁠​ a natural choice.⁠

“Create​ a pretext to⁠‌ control that man.‌ Meet with him‍ as often as‍​ possible, stay close,​ and find his‌⁠​ weaknesses.”

Seeing‍ Duke Beltus’s confident⁠⁠‍ smile, Denise lowered‍‍ her head and⁠‌⁠ replied softly.

“Understood.”‍‌⁠

Creak.‍

After‍‌​ finishing her morning⁠​‌ greeting and stepping‍​‌ out into the​‌ corridor, Denise wore⁠‌‍ a tired expression.⁠⁠⁠ Though she had​⁠‍ just woken up,‍‌ she already felt​‍⁠ exhausted.

“Lady‌⁠ Denise, are you‌ feeling unwell?”

“No,‌​‍ Bella.”

Denise‍‍‍ replied that she‌⁠‌ was fine, waving‍‌ her arms a little, then stood‌ for a moment‌⁠ in the corridor‌​ with a complicated​ expression before finally‌‌‍ letting out a deep sigh.

“I⁠‍ expected this, but‌‍ it ended up⁠‍​ like this after‌​‍ all.”

The⁠⁠‌ mountains of the⁠ Beltus domain, visible‍‍ through the window,‌ were already adorned‌‌ with brightly colored⁠ autumn leaves.

Autumn⁠‍‍ had fully arrived.‌

***​⁠‍

Aiselin⁠ enjoyed autumn night⁠​ walks.

Sitting⁠ in the cool‌‌⁠ night air—neither cold‍‍ nor warm—and gazing​⁠ at the bright⁠‍ full moon made​​ her feel as‌⁠ if she had⁠‌ arrived in another‌‍‍ world.

Especially⁠‍​ because, unlike her‍ home, the Duplain‌​ mansion, Baron Ravenclaw’s​‍‍ mansion lacked a splendid or luxurious​⁠ atmosphere. The small​​ but well-kept garden⁠‌⁠ couldn’t remain perfectly‍⁠‍ neat, so there‍‍ was the occasional​​⁠ pleasure of finding‍‌ wildflowers growing beyond‌⁠ the flowerbeds.

Sitting⁠⁠‍ in the tranquil​‌ night air, organizing‌ the schedule for⁠‍‍ the next day,​​⁠ the overwhelming workload​‍ and family crisis​ felt like stories‌‍ from a distant​⁠ dream.

This​‍⁠ small pastime—enjoying a dreamlike sense of‌​​ escape—was one of⁠ the secrets that​​⁠ allowed Aiselin to⁠‍‍ always smile so⁠​ naturally in social‍ circles.

So⁠ Aiselin sat on⁠⁠​ a small bench‍ in the garden⁠‍ of Baron Ravenclaw’s⁠‍ mansion, gently closing‍‍ her eyes and​ listening to the‍ sound of insects.​‍

‘This‌ is dangerous—this place‍‍ is starting to‍ feel like home…’‍‍

In‍ any case, she​​ must not forget​⁠ her goal of​ working hard to​​⁠ earn money and‍‌ save her family.​‌‍

For​ the sake of⁠⁠ Leigh and Diella,⁠ who were also⁠ working hard today‌​​ for the reconstruction⁠​‍ of the Duplain​ family, she had‍‍ to stay focused.‌​

Even⁠ so, it was​​‍ also important to⁠‌⁠ let go of‍ everything and rest‌‍ when one took‌⁠ a breather.

As​‍ Aiselin silently gazed​ at the mansion‌⁠ with a slightly⁠ lighter heart, she‌​ heard footsteps.

Step,‍‌ step.

“…?”⁠‍‍

It​ was quite late⁠‍​ at night.

However,⁠ there was someone‍‌ walking near the‍⁠‍ garden.

Since⁠‌​ guards stood near​‍‍ the mansion, it‍⁠‍ was not particularly‌‌ dangerous, but it⁠‍​ was still not‍ a good idea​‌ to wander around⁠⁠ at that hour.​

Looking‍​ more closely, she⁠‍‍ saw that the‌‌⁠ person was wearing‍ noblewoman’s attire, so‍ Aiselin focused her⁠​‌ gaze.

As‍‍ her eyes gradually⁠ adjusted to the⁠‍⁠ darkness, she finally⁠⁠​ recognized who it⁠ was.

It‍ was Lady Fina‌ of the Baron⁠‌ Tigris family.

The⁠ clumsy girl, apparently‌​ suffering from muscle​ pain in her‍ thighs and shoulders,‍‌ was walking toward​‍ the main building​​⁠ of the mansion​‌​ with a hunched‍⁠⁠ posture and a deathly expression.

However,‍‍​ her steps were​‌​ so quick that‍⁠​ she disappeared into‍​​ the main hallway​ before Aiselin could​ call out to‌⁠ her.

‘Why​‍ is she going⁠‍ to the main⁠ building instead of​​⁠ sleeping in the‌​ dormitory at this‍‍‍ hour…?’

The⁠‍ only people awake⁠ at that hour​​ would be the‍‍ servants on night‌‌​ duty.

Most‍ of the lights⁠ in the main‍ building were off,​ leaving only darkness.​‌

When‍ she looked at⁠⁠‍ the mansion’s windows,⁠​‍ only a few‌ rooms had their‌⁠ lights on.

One​ of them was​⁠ Dereck’s office.

“…”​⁠

Aiselin‍ looked toward the‌ mansion with a complex, subtle expression.​​

***⁠​⁠

“The⁠ section where most⁠‍​ mages stagnate is‌ the transition from‌ three to four⁠ stars. In terms‌‌‍ of proportion, that⁠⁠ wall is much‌‍ thicker than the⁠⁠‌ one between four‍ and five. It’s‌​ where those who​⁠ rely solely on‌ their lineage and‍​⁠ take magic lightly‌​‍ tend to fall⁠ behind.”

Late⁠ at night, Fina,‌ who had come⁠ to Dereck’s office,‌​ was sitting at‍​⁠ the guest table,‍​‍ rubbing her knees.​‌​

Her‍​‌ whole body screamed‍​‌ in protest from​​ the walking she‍⁠ had done during‌ the day.

Fina,⁠​ a six-star necromancer‍‌ and master of⁠​​ corpse magic, had​‍​ no means of‌‌ resisting the fatigue⁠ that came with​‌​ her immature body.‍​

Even‍​‍ while complaining about‍ the pain, she⁠‍​ kept her promise‍‍ and recited her‍⁠​ knowledge of magic.‍

“This​‍ is an era⁠‍ where the authority⁠‍ of nobles comes⁠‍‍ from magic. That’s​ why most nobles,​⁠​ intoxicated by the‍⁠ power of their⁠ lineage since childhood,​ aspire to become‍⁠ masters of magic.‌‌‌ But ironically, most⁠⁠‍ end their lives‍‍‌ satisfied with being‍‌ three-star mages.”

“Most​​​ nobles I’ve met⁠‌‍ also seemed to​⁠ have a limit⁠‍ at three stars.”‌

“Yes.‍ The realm of‍ four stars is​⁠​ a level that​​ only those chosen⁠‌‍ once more among‍‌ nobles—already chosen by⁠​ birth—can reach. Even⁠⁠ in great noble​ families, there are‍ rarely more than⁠‍ five four-star mages.‌ In most, there​‍⁠ are two or‍‌ three at most.”‍⁠⁠

That⁠⁠⁠ level, which even⁠‌ nobles of good​⁠‍ blood could not​‍‍ easily reach, was⁠‍ not something a mere commoner could‍ achieve.

That​ is why the‌ realm from four‍‍‌ stars upward was‌‌​ known as entirely⁠⁠‌ noble territory.

It⁠‌⁠ wasn’t that there⁠⁠​ were no commoners‌ who had reached⁠‍⁠ that rank, but⁠⁠⁠ all of them‍‌ had left their‌​‌ names in history⁠ books. That’s how‌ unrealistic it was⁠‍ for a commoner​‌⁠ to surpass that‌‌ threshold.

“For⁠‍​ your reference, Melverot,‍ the lord of​ the north, was​‍‍ nearly at four​​​ stars at your‌​ age. That guy’s​‍ a monster too.”‍

Dereck⁠ had only recently⁠‍⁠ passed the age‍‍‌ of his coming-of-age‌‌‍ ceremony.

Normally,​‌‍ if one could‍ use one-star magic‌​​ by then, they⁠ were considered knowledgeable⁠ in magic, and​ if they could‍‌⁠ use two-star magic,​⁠ they were considered‍​ a prodigy who‍​⁠ appeared only once⁠ every few generations.​

That‍ showed how absurd‌ Melverot’s level was.⁠ Dereck had spent⁠‍ a long time‌​⁠ in social circles,⁠‌‍ yet he had‌ never seen anyone​​‌ reach four stars⁠‍ at that age—not‌ even three stars.‌‍

The‌ only one who‍​ could be considered‌⁠ close was Siern,​ but since she‍‍‌ had been influenced‍‌‌ by Noir’s blood​‌‌ from the start,‍‌ she had to​​‌ be excluded.

“I⁠‍‍ understand. If you’re‍​​ thinking of wrapping​‌‌ a compression bandage,‍ I can call‍‌ a servant for​ you.”

“No,‌⁠ it’s fine. If⁠ I show my‍ whining, sore self‍​​ complaining about muscle​‍‌ pain in front‍​​ of commoners, my‍⁠⁠ authority will die.”​

“…”⁠‍

Fina⁠‍‌ rummaged through Dereck’s‌‍‌ mercenary supplies, pulled​ out a suitable​ bandage to compress‍ the sore area,‌ and began wrapping‍ it skillfully.

Then‍ she lay back⁠⁠​ on the guest​​‍ sofa and murmured⁠ an incantation, making‌‌⁠ an invoked creature‍​ in the form‍​ of a floating​ skull appear.

“…If‍‍​ you use necromancy‍‌‍ inside the mansion,‍ it’ll be a big problem. If​ anyone sees it,​​⁠ they won’t take‌‍‍ it lightly.”

“Don’t⁠ underestimate me. I always keep my‍⁠‍ surroundings in mind.‌‌ And I’m doing‍ this because it’s⁠⁠ necessary for the‍ lesson, so don’t‌ worry.”

After​‌⁠ that bold declaration,‍ Fina reclined on‌‍​ the sofa and‍‍‌ placed the summoned⁠‍‌ skull on her​‌ thigh.

It‌⁠⁠ seemed to be‍⁠​ a type of​‍‌ cold magic, as‌​‍ a chilling aura‌ emanated from the⁠‌ eerie skull.

Fina‌ melted into the‍​ sofa as if‍​⁠ she were going​​ to sink into‍‌​ it and, with‍​​ a groan, relaxed⁠​ her body.

“Ugh…⁠‍ my thigh is‍ killing me. You‍‍⁠ have no empathy.‍⁠​ You have no‍⁠ idea how delicate​‌ and fragile the​‌ body of this‌​‍ innocent girl is—like‌⁠ a piece of⁠ glass. I wonder⁠⁠ if those big,​ muscular men could‍ ever understand what‌ it’s like to⁠⁠​ live with such‍⁠ a fragile body​​‌ for hundreds of‌⁠⁠ years. Tsk.”

“What⁠‍ are you doing?⁠ Applying a cold‍ compress?”

“Yes.‌ Do you have‍‌ a problem with⁠⁠ that? This teacher‌ is trying to‌‌ heal her exhausted‌‌​ body, and the‍⁠‍ disciple only knows⁠ how to say​ no, no, and⁠ complain—ugh, this feels‍ good…”

“…”‌⁠⁠

The‌‍ scene of a girl who didn’t‌‍ look older than‌ fifteen exhaling in​‌​ relief as if‍​ she were in‍​‌ a hot spring‌‍‍ was so surreal‌ it was hard‌‍‌ to describe.

Dereck,‍⁠ sitting at his​⁠‍ desk, rubbed his⁠‍⁠ temples and spoke.​​

“There’s​ a hero named‌ Rodelia in the⁠‍​ territory of Viscount​‍⁠ Renouel. She’s already‌⁠ noticed the presence⁠‌‍ of a six-star‍‍⁠ necromancer and is​‌​ determined to find​⁠‍ and kill her.”‍

“Oh.⁠⁠‌ That nobody grew⁠ that much already?‍⁠ I know her‍⁠‌ well. I heard‍⁠ she turned Rodentz‌ Island upside down⁠‌ while wielding the‌​ Holy Blood Sword,​ thanks to which‌​‍ most of the​⁠ vagrants claiming to​‍​ be my followers​‌‍ were wiped out.‌ I’m truly grateful.”‍‌⁠

“I​‌ met her in‌‌ person, and she⁠⁠ sensed necromancy from‍⁠ a distance it‌‌ would take a horse several minutes‍​‌ to cover. So⁠⁠ you’d better be⁠‌ careful using necromancy​⁠ where nobles gather.”​⁠‌

“That’s​‌ quite amusing. As​​​ I always say,⁠‌ don’t worry. I’m‍ far more advanced‌‌‍ than you think.”‌​⁠

Fina‍‌‌ let out an‍⁠⁠ arrogant laugh and,‍​ surrendering her body⁠⁠‌ to the cold‍‌‌ air emanating from⁠ the summoned skeleton,​⁠​ looked at Dereck‍⁠ through narrowed eyes.⁠

“Does‍ this look like‍⁠‌ necromancy to you?”⁠​

“…Is​ it ordinary summoning​ magic?”

“Yes.‌ Exactly. You’re quite⁠⁠‌ perceptive.”

Fina​‍⁠ groaned and twisted‌​​ her body to​⁠‍ change position. Apparently,‍‌ moving too abruptly​ caused her muscle⁠​ pain to flare​ up again.

“What‍⁠‌ do you think​​ is needed to​ become a four-star‌‌⁠ mage? Unfortunately, diligently‌ reading the theories⁠ of the Academy​⁠ of Order, created⁠ by scholars like​‍ Adelbert, has its⁠ limits. Besides, you⁠‍⁠ seem closer to⁠‍ the Wild Academy​‍ than to the‍⁠⁠ Order one.”

“I‍​ have certainly heard⁠⁠ that other qualities⁠​‌ are required.”

“Let‍​‌ me explain the​​​ qualities necessary for‌ a four-star mage‌​ in simple terms.⁠​‌ If you truly‍‌ want to reach‌ that rank, you‌‌ need exactly four‌⁠ things.”

Fina‍‍ snapped her thin‍‍ fingers, counting one‌ by one.

“First,​​⁠ originality or creativity.‍ Second, compatibility with‍⁠‌ magical tools. Third,​ understanding of the⁠ variability of reality.​‌ And fourth, a balanced comprehension of⁠​​ various magical fields.”‌‌

“…”​‌

“You⁠⁠ didn’t understand any⁠​ of that, did‌⁠‍ you? This is⁠ a theory left‌ behind by that⁠​ bookworm named Adelbert.⁠ That’s why it’s​ explained in such‌ a tangled and​⁠⁠ impressive way. That’s‌ the problem with‍‌ those bespectacled scholars​ who see magic​ only as an​ academic discipline.”

Fina‍​‍ gathered her lavender-tinted‌⁠‍ white hair and‍ spread it across‍⁠‍ the sofa, then‍‌ ran her fingers‌ through the ends.​‌‍ Her hair, falling‌⁠ over the backrest,‍‌‌ looked like a waterfall.

“Originality⁠ or creativity refers‌​​ to the ability⁠​ to contemplate magic‍ beyond the already​ established rules. You,​​ with your strong⁠⁠ inclination toward the‍‍‍ Wild Academy, have‍ some of that,‌ but you’re still‌‌​ lacking. You’ve accumulated⁠ quite a bit​ of practical experience,‍‌⁠ so if you‌⁠ let it mature‌​‍ for a while,‍ it’ll naturally blossom.”​

“Lately,‍​ I haven’t been‌ able to go‌ to the battlefield​‍ much.”

“Still,‌​ you must’ve accumulated‍⁠‍ some experience. If​‌⁠ you keep reflecting⁠ on it, everything‌ will become clear.‍‌ It’s more of​ an internalization process‍‌‌ than one of⁠‌ learning. In a way, it’s closest⁠ to innate talent.”​⁠

The‌ ability to create⁠‌⁠ one’s own unique⁠‍‍ magic usually comes‌‍ more from within‌⁠‌ than from learning.⁠

Melverot‌‍‍ reinterpreted the two-star‍‍ combat magic Fireball⁠‌ in his own‍ way and turned​ it into the‍⁠ four-star combat magic​‍‌ Lava Ball.

It‍‌⁠ was a magic‍ unique to Melverot,‍ not recorded in​ any magic book.​​

The‍ six-star combat magic‍​ Soul Incineration, which‍ Kalimford tried to‍‍ use to burn‌⁠ Fina’s soul, was⁠⁠⁠ also a creative​‍​ reinterpretation of the​ four-star magic Incineration.⁠‍ Even if it​⁠ was called six-star‌⁠ magic, it wasn’t​‌ established by Adelbert.​⁠​

In​⁠ this way, mages‌‌‌ of four stars​‌ and above often‍ created their own‍ unique magic.

That‍​ was the difference‌⁠ of talent.

“Compatibility‌ with magical tools‍ seems more than⁠​⁠ sufficient. The staff‍​‌ you handle so‍ effortlessly, Footprints, is⁠ actually a magical‌ weapon of quite​​‍ a high level—higher​⁠‍ than you think.”​‍

“It‌‍⁠ took me quite⁠ some time to‌ master it, though.”​

“And‌​⁠ third, understanding the​ variability of reality.⁠⁠ This is a bit complicated, but​‌ at the four-star‌‍ level, it doesn’t‍ require such a high degree of​​ comprehension. Ugh—.”

Fina​ kept interrupting herself⁠​⁠ with “Ugh—” or‌​ “Ah, this feels‌‍‍ good,” as she‍⁠⁠ applied cold compresses.‍‍⁠

It‍ was hard to⁠ tell whether she‍‌⁠ had come to‌ teach magic or‌⁠ to take a break away from​ prying eyes.

“What​‌ is that?”

“It’s​⁠‌ the process of‍‌ realizing that the⁠‌​ world’s laws aren’t‌ absolutely immutable, and‍⁠ that time, space,‌​ and magical principles‍ can twist or‍‌‌ bend.”

“The‌ more I listen,​​ the more confusing⁠⁠ it sounds.”

“Don’t‍ worry. As I said, at the‍⁠ four-star level it’s⁠ not required to‍⁠‌ that degree. This‌ field involves level​‍ five or six‍​ magic—magic that deals​ with the laws⁠ of reality and‍⁠⁠ existence, or that​ interferes with space-time.‍​ It’s the realm‌ we necromancers use‍⁠⁠ when approaching the‍ laws of life⁠ and death. It’s‌‌‍ far too advanced⁠⁠ for a four-star⁠​‍ mage to handle.”​⁠

Fina‍​ continued speaking while​‍‍ lying back again,‌ this time applying⁠‌⁠ a compress to‌‍ her forearm. At‍‌‍ this point, the​​‌ summoned creature was‍​‌ pitiful, being used‌ only as a portable ice pack.‌‍

“Recognizing​​ the immutable laws⁠ that make up⁠‍ the world and‌​ understanding their principles.‍‍‌ It’s good to‍ have a foundation⁠​ in philosophy or‌ metaphysics. Those things​‍ are more the⁠ specialty of those‍ bespectacled scholars glued​‌‍ to their desks‌‍ than of practical​‌‍ mages like me.”‌‍⁠

“I⁠​‌ understand. In fact,⁠‍ I’ve felt that‍ practical experience alone‌‍‍ isn’t enough.”

“There’s‍⁠ no benefit in⁠​‍ obsessing over word‌‌​ games at a desk. Just learn‍‌⁠ what’s necessary.”

Though‍⁠‌ Fina called herself‍⁠​ a practical mage,‍‌ considering the many‌⁠‍ books on necromancy​ she had written,‍ she clearly didn’t‍‌‍ neglect the academic‍​ field. It wouldn’t⁠‍ be wise to‌⁠ take her words‍‌ literally.

“And‌‍​ the last thing,‍ which is important,⁠‍‍ is a balanced​‍ understanding of the‍ general magical field.”‌‍⁠

“What‌ exactly do you‌⁠‍ mean by that?”⁠⁠​

“I​‌​ mean the other​‍ fields of magic,​‌ excluding the forbidden‌​⁠ ones I usually​‌‌ deal with.”

Combat,‌​⁠ Illusion, Transformation, Summoning,⁠‍ and Detection.

The‍‌‌ great mage Adelbert,​ who first organized⁠‌ the magical system,‍‍‍ divided magic into​⁠ those five major‍ categories.

“I’ve⁠ already evaluated your⁠ magical aptitude. Your‌⁠ aptitude for combat​‌‍ and illusion magic⁠⁠ is excellent, even‍‍‌ from my perspective.‌ Your detection magic​⁠ is quite good,​ and your transformation‍ magic is decent,⁠‍ but your summoning‌⁠⁠ magic is rather​‌⁠ poor.”

“It’s‍​‍ true that my‍ accomplishments in summoning‌ magic have been​ somewhat lacking.”

“Yes.‌ Well, you don’t​‍ need to become‍ a grand master‌ of summoning, but​ you should at‍‌ least bring it‌‌​ to the level‍⁠‌ of two stars.”​‌

While‍ it’s important to‍⁠ excel in one​ or two fields⁠ of magic, it’s‌‍‌ also crucial to​ raise the overall⁠⁠ level.

Dereck‌⁠⁠ nodded and said,‌

“Then,‌⁠ did you summon‍‍‌ that creature to‌ make a demonstration?”​

“Ugh—.⁠ Yes. And to‍‍ soothe my muscles,⁠​⁠ startled thanks to⁠​⁠ you.”

“…”​‌

“However,​⁠ despite your blessed​‌ talent, your aptitude⁠‌​ for summoning is‌‍⁠ still somewhat ambiguous.​⁠ So it seems‍‌⁠ inefficient to start⁠ directly with biological​‍ summoning magic.”

Summoning‌ magic is divided‌‍ into two categories:⁠‍‍ biological and non-biological.‌

The⁠ biological system allows‌ one to summon‍ and control beasts,‌‌ spirits, creatures, or‌​ monsters at will,⁠‍ while the non-biological⁠ system consists of‍‍‌ auxiliary spells to‌​ summon equipment or⁠⁠‍ alter the environment.‍‌

“For⁠ now, it’d be‌ better if you‌ focused on learning⁠⁠⁠ summoning magic. I can teach you‍ some non-biological magic,⁠⁠‌ or it wouldn’t⁠ be bad to​‍ find a biological‌⁠‌ summoning creature with‍ which to form⁠‌ a contract. In‍‌ any case, if‌‌‌ I show you​​ a demonstration, you’ll‍‌‌ understand quickly since‍​ you learn fast.”​

After​‌ saying that, Fina​ dismissed the floating‍ skull-shaped summoned creature.‌‍
The skull, already‌‍ eerie just to⁠‌‍ look at, clattered‌‌⁠ its teeth before‌⁠ fading into mana.‍‍

“Ohh,​​ that was good,⁠‍ very good. I feel like the⁠‍ muscle pain has‌‌​ eased a little.”​

“…”⁠​‌

“Anyway,⁠​‌ I’ll summon it⁠‌‌ again, so watch‌‌⁠ the mana flow​‌⁠ carefully. Now… huff…”‍‍‍

Dereck‌⁠‍ prepared to carefully‍ observe Fina’s mana‌ flow.

At‍ that moment, Fina’s‍​ face paled, and​​‌ her expression turned‌‌ serious. Dereck flinched‍​‍ and asked in‍‍ surprise.

“What’s‌‌‌ wrong? Is there‌ a problem?”

“Listen​ without misunderstanding…”

“What​‍ is it?”

“I’ve‌ been sitting in‌⁠ a twisted position‍‌⁠ for too long,⁠ and now I have a cramp​ in my leg…​ ugh…”

“…”‍

“Press‌ hard on the​ third point below‌ my thigh. Because‍‍ of the muscle‌⁠‍ pain, I can’t⁠‍ lower my arm…​⁠‌ ugh… huff…”

Dereck​ silently watched Fina,⁠ who was lying​⁠ on the sofa,‌ stretching her arm‍‌‌ out with trembling⁠ fingers.

Watching​‍⁠ her shake with⁠​‌ her arm buried⁠​ in her hair​ was like seeing‌‌​ a silkworm buried​‌​ in its cocoon.⁠​⁠

It​‍‌ was hard to⁠‍‍ describe that scene⁠‌ in words, so⁠ he simply said‌‍ nothing.

Then,‌ Dereck approached the‌‌ sofa and pressed⁠ Fina’s foot firmly.‌

“Ugh–‌ yes–. Huff… yes…‌‌​ very good…”

Dereck‌ looked at Fina​​⁠ with a lukewarm‍‌​ expression, his eyes⁠‌⁠ narrowing.

He​‍ recalled the images‍⁠⁠ of the six-star​ mages he had‍‍‌ met throughout his⁠‌ life.

The‌‌ great noble Melverot,‍⁠ who ruled the‌‍⁠ Rochester territory in‍‌ the north, and‍‌ the old wandering‍‍ mage Drest, who⁠​ roamed the world⁠‍⁠ speaking of the‍​​ future.

They⁠ were grand figures‌​ who reached high⁠‌ levels thanks to‌⁠ their firm philosophies⁠‌ and deep contemplation,​ leaving their names‍ in the history​‍​ of magic.

Remembering‌‍ those dignified mages,‍ he suddenly lowered​‍ his gaze toward‍‍​ Fina, who was​‌‌ trembling on the​⁠ sofa from a leg cramp.

“…”‌⁠‍

Is‌⁠ this what a six-star mage is‌⁠ supposed to be?⁠

He‍​ wasn’t crazy enough‍‌‍ to say such‍‍‍ rude words out‍‍ loud.

“You.‌​ When you look⁠ at your teacher‌ as if she‌⁠‌ were the sky,‌ you should have‌⁠ a more respectful‌‍ gaze…”

“Ah,​ yes…”

Apparently,⁠‍ everything had been‌ reflected on his‌‍⁠ face.

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