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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 122: Characters (3)

Chapter 122: Characters (3)

“D-Dereck.‍‌‍ It seems you’ve‌⁠‌ become busier since‌ the last time‌⁠⁠ we met. It‌ didn’t seem like⁠‍​ such a big‌​ deal during the‌ opening ceremony of‌‍⁠ the Ravenclaw Training‍ Center.”

“That’s​ how things turned‍ out. But when​​‌ winter arrives, I plan to take​ a period of‍ rest, so I think I’ll have‍ more free time‌⁠‌ and be able​‍ to focus more​​​ on my training.”⁠​

“It​​ seems that the⁠⁠‍ finances of the⁠ barony have also​⁠ stabilized quite a bit.”

“The⁠‍‌ issue of livelihood⁠‍⁠ has already been‌​ resolved. It’s a considerable improvement compared​ to when I was wandering through‍ the slums.”

Dereck‍‍ took off his​ coat and hung‍​ it on the​‌ back of the​‍‌ chair, then sat​⁠​ down in front‍ of her with‌⁠ a polite greeting.‍⁠‍

Although‌‍‍ he could already‌ be considered an⁠​ expert in magic,‍‍‌ he couldn’t handle‍ the situation surrounding​ Ebelstein on his⁠ own. His power‍‍​ was still weak‍​⁠ compared to that‍ of the great⁠‌ nobles.

Therefore,⁠​⁠ if he was‍ going to involve‍ himself in a psychological war with​‌ the powerful, he​‍⁠ would inevitably need​⁠⁠ the help of⁠ other forces.

Fortunately,​ Dereck was in‌‌​ a position to​ maintain a fairly‍​​ solid relationship with‍⁠ the Belmierd family.‍‍‌

“I‌ heard that Lady‍⁠ Aiselin is not‍ in good health,‍​ so I brought​​​ some medicinal herbs‌⁠ and potions. The⁠⁠ butler should have​‌​ received them separately.”​​

“Yes,‌‍ I’ve already been‍​‌ informed. Lady Aiselin‌ said she would‌ come personally to⁠‍ thank you.”

After‍ exchanging some courtesies⁠⁠​ and chatting about‌‍‍ trivial matters related​ to the Belmierd‍ and Ravenclaw territories,‍‍‍ Dereck got straight⁠ to the point.‍‌​

“It​‍ seems that the‍‌​ Beltus family sees⁠ me as a thorn in their‌‌ side.”

“…”‌‌‌

At‍‌ those words, Ellen’s‍ fingers trembled slightly.‍‌⁠ It seemed she⁠ too had anticipated⁠​ a similar reaction‍ from the Beltus​‍ family.

“Since‍​ the Duplain family⁠ faced a great‍‌ crisis, the Belmierd​‌ and Beltus families‍‍ have ruled as‍ the true powers⁠‌ of Ebelstein. To​ be honest, if⁠‍‍ the Beltus family‌‌ decided to crush‌⁠ me, I’d be‍ in serious trouble.”‌

Dereck​​⁠ spoke frankly, looking⁠ downward.

No‍⁠ matter how high‌ he had risen‍‌ among magical instructors,‌‍ he could not‍​‍ raise his voice​​‌ against a ducal​ family that had‌‍‍ devoured an entire‍ region.

The‍‍‌ number of Dereck’s‌​ vassals barely reached‌ a few hundred,⁠​ so he couldn’t⁠‍⁠ even imagine competing​​‌ with the size​ of the Beltus⁠ territory.

“…The⁠ Grand Duke of​⁠ Beltus is a man who takes​​ power struggles very​‍ seriously, especially in⁠​ the southwestern part⁠⁠‍ of the continent.‍ Although Count Renouel⁠⁠ has gained a lot of influence‍⁠‍ and begun to⁠ stand out, he​‌‍ wouldn’t easily accept⁠ the emergence of‌ another new force.”​‌⁠

Ellen‍‌‌ sighed deeply, crossing‌‌⁠ her arms.

The⁠‌‍ Grand Duke Beltus‍‌‍ was also a troublesome adversary for⁠​‌ the Belmierd family.‍‍‌

He‍ was a 5-star‍⁠ summoner, a collateral‌‍ member of the‌‍ royal Guttrel family,‌ and a competent‌ official who monopolized⁠ high-ranking positions in​‍ the capital.

However,‌⁠​ compared to the⁠ other three great‍ families, the Beltus​ family had a shorter history, and‌‌⁠ despite its vast⁠⁠‍ territory, its foundational‍‌ power was weak.⁠⁠​

Its‌⁠‌ military strength was​ worthy of the‌ high nobility, but‌‌‍ half of it​‍ consisted of mercenaries⁠​ under the command⁠⁠ of General Orel,⁠⁠​ a former soldier.‍‍​

They‌⁠​ were brave and‌‍​ loyal, but their​⁠​ loyalty lasted only‌‌‌ as long as​‍‍ the gold kept​ flowing.

Moreover,​‍‌ maintaining such a large force required​⁠‌ astronomical amounts of​​ money.

The​​​ Grand Duke Beltus’s​‌ expeditions to the‌‍ White Zone labyrinths‌ to monopolize treasures‍⁠​ were carried out⁠ precisely under the⁠​ pretext of maintaining​‍‌ the stability of​​ his domain.

Given​ his position, it​​ was natural for​ him to react‍ sensitively to the‍ appearance of new⁠⁠‌ powers.

If⁠‌ he managed to⁠‍‌ crush Dereck and​⁠‍ subdue him, that​⁠⁠ would be one‍​⁠ thing; but as‍⁠‍ Count Belmierd had⁠⁠‌ said, Dereck was‍⁠ more like a lone wolf roaming⁠⁠ the wild mountains‌ than a loyal​ servant who obeyed‌ his lord.

“But⁠‍‍ it’s strange. Didn’t​​ the Grand Duke‍ Beltus vote in‌‍​ favor when you​​ were granted your​‍‍ title?”

“That…‍‌​ I did receive‌⁠⁠ some help. Young‌ Master Linus interceded⁠ with the eldest⁠‍ son of the​​ Beltus family.”

“Linus…?‌‌ You mean my⁠​ brother Linus? Now‌ that you mention⁠‌⁠ it, I think‌ he did say‍​​ something about that…”‍

The​ one who had‌​⁠ helped Dereck the⁠‌ most when he​ obtained his baron‌‍⁠ title had been⁠ Linus, the eldest‍⁠ son of the⁠‍‍ Belmierd family.

It⁠⁠ had been quite‌‍⁠ some time since​‌ he had last​​⁠ set foot in‍‌‌ the main house.‍

Whenever‌ Ellen remembered that‍‍⁠ unkempt brother who‍​‍ always smelled of​ alcohol and tobacco‍‍ and laughed loudly,‌⁠ she couldn’t help⁠‍ but feel disgusted.​⁠

“It’s⁠‌​ understandable if that‍ reckless brother of‌ mine pulled a few strings. At‌‌​ least he had​ a wide network⁠‌ of contacts. He⁠ must have talked​​ too much to⁠ Prince Robenalt of‌⁠ the Beltus family.”⁠

“You⁠‌ don’t get along‍‍‌ with Young Master​⁠ Linus, do you?”‌

“Rather‍⁠ than not getting‍‍⁠ along, I’d prefer‍‍ not to talk​⁠⁠ about that person.”​‍

Ellen⁠ had never felt‍ affection for Linus,⁠ though it seemed‌⁠ more like a natural sibling aversion​‍‌ than true resentment.‌

“…”​⁠‍

In‍ fact, even for⁠‍​ Dereck, Linus was​ someone difficult to​ sympathize with.

Despite⁠ his sharp and​ handsome face, he‌​​ was a man‌ who burped with​‍‌ the smell of⁠ alcohol, never shaved,⁠ and tied his‍ greasy hair into⁠ a ponytail while‍⁠ wandering through gambling‍ dens.

He‍‍ was the complete⁠​⁠ opposite of noble‌⁠ ladies, who always‍ had to maintain​ an impeccable image,‍⁠‍ making it hard‍‌​ to believe he​ was the firstborn⁠‍ of the Belmierd‍ family.

Compared‍​‌ to Valerian, the‌ eldest son of⁠ the Duplain family,⁠⁠ the difference was‌⁠⁠ abysmal.

“Although​​ it might not‌ sound good, if​ he had been⁠ a man like⁠​ Valerian of the‌​ Duplain family, the⁠ line of succession‌⁠⁠ of the Belmierds‍‌ might have changed.​‌ I don’t know⁠‍ if that would⁠⁠‍ have been a blessing or a curse…”

“Certainly.​ Brother Valerian was⁠ truly a man‌ worthy of a high-ranking noble.”

“…!”‌‌

At‍‌ that moment, as‌​ Ellen spoke with​ a complicated expression,​ Aiselin, who had​‌ just finished getting‌ ready, opened the‌‌ door of the‍⁠⁠ reception room and‌ entered.

It⁠ was a curious​⁠‌ coincidence—just as they‌‍ were talking about‌​‌ the late member‍ of the Duplain​​ family.

***⁠

The‍​‌ three-way meeting between‍‍⁠ Aiselin, Ellen, and‍‍⁠ Dereck began without⁠‌⁠ warning.

None⁠ of the three​ felt comfortable in‌⁠‌ that situation.

Ellen‌ had already declared‍ war on Aiselin,⁠ and Aiselin didn’t‍​ feel at ease‍‌⁠ with Ellen either.‌

As⁠ for Dereck, he⁠ couldn’t act lightly‍ in front of​ two women regarded⁠ as the flowers‍ of Duplain and​ Belmierd.

As​‌‌ a result, the‌⁠ scene of the‍ three of them⁠‍‍ watching each other⁠‌‌ from opposite sides​‍ of the round​⁠ table looked like⁠⁠ a triangular battle.⁠‌​

In​⁠ reality, it was‍⁠ nothing more than​​‌ a silent war‍ of glances between⁠⁠‌ Aiselin and Ellen.‌‍​

“I​​⁠ misspoke, Lady Aiselin.​​ The subject of‍⁠ Prince Valerian must⁠ have been a sensitive one.”

“It’s​ all right. It’s‍‌​ my fault for​​‌ entering so suddenly.​ You came worried‍ about my health,​‍‌ so how could‌⁠‌ I hold a grudge?”

“I‌​ see. Still, I can’t deny that​ I acted rashly.‌​ Please accept my‌‌ formal apology.”

“My,⁠‌ someone called the‌‍‍ Flower of Belmierd‍⁠‌ shouldn’t bow her‌ head so easily.⁠ I’ll accept your⁠‌​ apology in spirit.”‌‌‍

“Hoho,​‌‍ as expected of⁠‌‍ Lady Aiselin, your‌⁠ heart is as‌ vast as the‍ sea.”

“Rather,‌‍ Lady Ellen, you‌‍ seem very considerate‌ and open-minded. Hoho.”‍⁠⁠

“That‍‌ can’t be. Hoho.”​⁠‌

“Ahahat.”‌

“Hoho.”​

“Ahaha.”‌‌‌

To​​ the casual ear,‍‌​ the conversation sounded​‌‍ like a warm​‍⁠ chat between elegant⁠‍⁠ ladies, but the‍ butler Delbriton, who⁠ stood behind Dereck,⁠‍ was drenched in​⁠​ sweat.

Ellen‌‌⁠ showed open hostility‍​ toward Aiselin, while⁠‌ Aiselin tried to‌‌⁠ smooth things over⁠⁠ with delicate grace.‍​

The⁠ tension between the​ two had changed‌‌​ quite a bit⁠​‌ from what they‌ displayed in the‍ social circles of⁠‍​ Ebelstein.

One‌​‌ sought to steal‍ away the old-fashioned⁠‌⁠ man who only‌‍‍ knew magic, and⁠‍ the other sought​​‌ to protect him.​​‌

The‌ situation felt far⁠ more mundane—and harder‍ to interpret.

Meanwhile,​‍ Dereck sipped the‍​‌ tea Delbriton had​​ served him, lost​‌ in thought.

No‌ matter the war‍ of nerves between‍‌‍ the two women,‌⁠ Dereck was focused‍⁠⁠ on anticipating how‍⁠⁠ Grand Duke Beltus​‌‌ would act.

As‍‌ a noble responsible‍ for a mansion,‌‍‍ personal disputes had​ to take a back seat to⁠⁠ political and strategic⁠ decisions.

Aiselin⁠ and Ellen watched⁠‌⁠ each other in⁠‍​ silence until both‍ sighed at the​ sight of Dereck’s⁠ serious expression.

Finally,‌⁠​ Aiselin lowered her‍​ head and spoke.⁠⁠

“The⁠ maneuvers of Grand⁠ Duke Beltus against‍‍​ new powers are⁠ already an open​​ secret. Just by‌ listening to the‍ rumors circulating in‍ Ebelstein’s social circles,‌‍ there are many​‌‍ unsettling things.”

She‌ had only just​ recovered from her‌‍ collapse due to‌‍⁠ overwork, yet she⁠‍⁠ was already up⁠​‌ to date on‍‌ the social news⁠⁠​ surrounding the Ravenclaw⁠ Barony.

“Baron‍​⁠ Lotoel, famous for⁠‌‍ his labyrinth conquests,‌⁠ and Lady Crella,‍‍ who was once‍⁠ an adventurer, both​​ suffered severe setbacks‌‌ from the pressures‌⁠⁠ of Grand Duke⁠ Beltus. I thought‍​ Dereck would be‍‌ safe, but it⁠⁠‌ seems that as‌​ the training center​⁠‍ grew, the Duke’s‍⁠ opinion changed considerably.”‍

Aiselin‍​⁠ spoke in a subdued tone, barely‍⁠ audible.

“And‍‌​ I had a part in creating‍⁠ that center. If​ I think about​ it, it’s largely‌⁠ my responsibility that⁠ Dereck has fallen‌⁠ out of favor‍ with Grand Duke⁠‍‌ Beltus.”

“Do‌‌ you really think​‍ so?”

“I’m​⁠ not wrong, am‍ I?”

Indeed,​​ it had been‌ Aiselin who took⁠ the initiative to‌ establish a training⁠‍ center of such⁠ scale for Dereck.‌‌

She​ had never intended⁠ for things to‍​ become so complicated.‍​‍

Feeling‍ responsible, Aiselin spoke​⁠ with determined eyes.‌‍‍

“I‌⁠ promise that the‌ Duplain family will‌‌⁠ support and protect‍ Dereck, no matter‍‍‍ what happens.”

“It‌​ seems Lady Aiselin‍‌ trusts Dereck deeply.​⁠ With due respect,‍‍ that trust is⁠‍ noble and beautiful,‍​⁠ but it doesn’t‌⁠‍ carry enough weight⁠‌ to change the​ situation.”

At‌‍‍ that moment, Ellen​ intervened with a refined voice.

Those‌ words could have‌‌ sounded hurtful, but‍​ Aiselin couldn’t deny‌⁠ them.

The​‌ Duplain family, once⁠ more powerful than​‍​ Beltus, had lost‍⁠‍ much of its‍ influence.

That‍ was why Aiselin‍‍ called herself a fallen lady.

“But‍ with Belmierd, it’s‌‌ a little different.”‍

Ellen‌‍⁠ smiled and looked⁠ at Dereck.

“My​ father, Count Belmierd,​‌ holds you in‌‌ high regard. And⁠ at this point,​ he has delegated‍​ nearly all of​⁠‍ his political authority‌ to me. I also believe you‌‍‍ are someone who‍ can be completely‌ trusted.”

Whatever⁠ their pasts, Aiselin‍ and Ellen now‍⁠​ stood on different‌ levels.

To‌‌‍ emphasize that, Ellen​​​ brushed her red‍‍ hair aside elegantly​⁠ and smiled with​​ confidence.

“I‍⁠ told you before,‍ didn’t I? Dereck,‍‌ you are the‌⁠⁠ person I trust​​ most in this​​‍ world.”

While​‌⁠ Dereck hesitated, unsure⁠⁠ how to respond,‌ Ellen stood up,‍‍ leaned forward, and‍ looked straight at⁠ him.

“And‍‌‍ I am Belmierd.”‍

Her⁠ seductive smile was‍⁠ full of meaning.‌‍​

Whatever‌ the Duke of⁠ Beltus tried, Belmierd⁠‌‌ would not stand⁠​ idly by.

That‍‍ was as good⁠​​ as gaining a thousand allies—but even⁠‍​ so, it remained⁠⁠‌ uncertain what kind​‌‍ of moves the⁠⁠⁠ Grand Duke would⁠‌​ use.

“Lady​ Ellen, thank you‌ for saying that…”‌‌

“Yes!​ Exactly!”

Aiselin,​​ who had remained⁠⁠ quiet, suddenly cut‍ in with a sharp, nervous voice.‌

“T-that’s⁠‌‍ right! Lady Ellen’s​ words are very​ encouraging for us‍⁠‍ in the Ravenclaw⁠ Barony.”

“Us?”​‌⁠

“Us…!”‍‌

“…”⁠‌​

With‌ narrowed eyes, Ellen⁠​ sighed and sat‍ back down.

“In​ any case, it’s⁠ still unknown what‍​⁠ kind of move⁠ Grand Duke Beltus​​ will make. When​ he crushed Baron‌‍ Rotoel, he only​‍⁠ spread slander and⁠⁠​ rumors to ruin​‌ his reputation. But‍‌ when he destroyed​​ Lady Crella and‌‍‌ Baron Bilton, he‍​‌ imposed border tariffs⁠‌‌ and incited their​ servants to betray​‌​ them. It was​​ truly despicable.”

“Despicable.”‍‌⁠ Using such a word to describe​ the leader of​ one of the⁠ three great families‍⁠ of the southwest‍⁠ was an act‌‍ of insolence.

Ellen⁠‍‌ would never make‌ such a mistake.‍​​ On the contrary—she‍​‍ did it deliberately,‌​ to make her‌ position clear to⁠​ Dereck.

It⁠​‌ was her way‌ of showing that​‌⁠ she stood by‍​‌ his side; by‍⁠⁠ insulting a common‍ enemy together, the⁠​ bond between allies‍‍ naturally deepened.

“It’s‍‍ something only a few know, but⁠‌ he’s also instigated‍ family assassinations or‌ kidnappings to use​‍ as threats. It’s‍⁠ an old story,​‌ but unpleasant to​⁠‌ hear. If he⁠‌ finds an excuse,⁠ he might even​ take military action.‌‌ He’s the type⁠⁠‍ of person who‍​⁠ would.”

“…”‍

Seeing‍​‍ Aiselin lower her‍‍ head without surprise​‌ made it clear‌⁠⁠ that this was‌‌‌ already a well-known​ rumor among the‌‌ high nobility.

Grand​‍ Duke Beltus was‍​ desperate to maintain‍​ his power. Once​‌ someone fell from⁠ his favor, something​‍ inevitably happened.

“If‌‍⁠ it’s just rumors,​ Lady Aiselin and​‍⁠ I can handle‍ them—we have influence​​⁠ in social circles.‍‍ But if it‌‍‌ goes beyond that,⁠ Dereck, your reaction‍‍‌ will be crucial.”⁠⁠

“B-but​⁠​ Dereck has a lot of experience​⁠‍ as a mercenary,‍ right? He wouldn’t⁠ fall easily to‌ a simple assassination​‍ attempt. He might‍ even track down‌ the source.”

“That’s​‌‌ right, Lady Aiselin.⁠​​ But the problem​‌ is that Grand​ Duke Beltus isn’t​​ unaware of that⁠‍​ fact.”

With⁠ a serious expression,‌ Ellen stood up​ and walked toward​ the salon window.​‌

In‌ her line of‍ sight, she saw⁠‌ a silver-haired girl‌ being guided by‌​ the servants from‍‌ the central garden​⁠‌ toward the main‌ building.

That‌ elegant bearing, her⁠ loose silver-gray hair‍‌​ flowing freely, made‌‌‍ it clear she⁠⁠‌ was coming to‍ greet Aiselin upon‌‌ hearing of her​ arrival.

Her‍​‍ name was Denise—and​‌‍ she was one‍​ of the most⁠​‍ capable pieces employed‌ by Grand Duke⁠‍ Beltus.

Ellen’s‌‍​ eyes narrowed even‍ further.

Dereck⁠ trusted Denise greatly—but‌⁠ Ellen did not.‍

“Then,⁠​ what would be⁠​ the most extreme‍ move Grand Duke⁠ Beltus could make?”‌

Aiselin‍‍​ asked, her face‍‌ tense.

“Whether​‍ assassination or kidnapping,‍ attempting something direct‌‍ against Dereck wouldn’t‌‍⁠ be wise. If​ he does act,⁠‍ he’ll probably target​‌ someone close to⁠ him. Someone whose​⁠‌ disappearance wouldn’t cause‌ too much commotion,⁠‍ but whose loss​‌‍ would deeply affect⁠​ Dereck emotionally—someone like…”‍‌​

Aiselin‌‍ swallowed hard.

It⁠⁠ seemed both she​‍‌ and Ellen thought‌ of the same​⁠‌ person at the‍‌ same time.

The‌‍‌ person officially closest‍⁠ to Dereck.

Someone​⁠‌ whose status wasn’t⁠‍ high enough to‍​ provoke repercussions if‍ touched, but whose‍ safety Dereck deeply⁠ cared about—there was⁠​ only one possible​ candidate.

A moment of silence.‍‌⁠

The‍‍ worried faces of⁠⁠ Ellen and Aiselin.⁠

And​ amid that tension,​ Dereck finally spoke‍​ in a low‌⁠⁠ voice, a bead​⁠⁠ of sweat sliding‌‍ down his temple.​

“That…‍⁠​ wouldn’t be a very wise move…”‌

***⁠

“Ugh,‌ I’m getting drunk…”⁠​​

After‍⁠ completing the subjugation⁠ of the harpies‍​ in the Roben‍⁠ Mountains, Pheline, who‍‌​ had returned to‌ the tavern Tears⁠‌ of Beldern after‍​ a long time,​ was slumped over⁠‌​ the counter, letting​‌​ out pitiful groans​ as she drank‌⁠ mead.

The‍‌ place was almost‍ empty, as closing‍⁠‍ time was approaching.⁠

A few mercenaries were‍‍ still drinking beer‍‌ and swearing, while‍ at a table‍⁠ in the back,​ a suspicious group⁠ in cloaks watched‍​ Pheline.

The⁠​ tavern owner, Jayden,‌‍ had already gone​​​ to prepare for‍⁠ closing.

It​⁠‌ was nighttime—the hour‍⁠ when even the⁠ moon seemed ready‍⁠​ to sleep.

Amid‌‍ the tavern’s noise,‍‌ if a drunken⁠ girl were enchanted‍‌ with a confusion‍​⁠ spell and disappeared⁠⁠⁠ into the dark‍‌​ streets, few would⁠‌‌ notice.

Three‍‍‌ hooded men approached‌ the counter where‍‌‌ Pheline was still​ groaning.

They⁠⁠ watched her from‌ behind as she‍⁠​ hummed an unfamiliar⁠​‍ tune, and just‍⁠ as one of‍ them was about‌ to place a hand on her‌‌‌ shoulder—

Thud!‍⁠

Without​‍‌ warning, a dagger⁠⁠​ sank into his‌ shoulder.

Blood‌‌ sprayed into the‍ air.

“Wha—!”​​⁠

The​ man reacted, but⁠ a sharp pain‍ shot through his‌​ shoulder.

The‌‌‍ strike had been⁠‍ measured precisely not⁠ to be fatal—but‌‌ the pain that​⁠​ followed was anything⁠‍ but merciful.

“Ugh,⁠‍ ugh!”

“Do‍ you want to⁠‌ die?”

Beneath‌‍ the bloodied shoulder,‍ a pair of‍‍ red eyes glowed.‍​

She‌ had the delicate​⁠ appearance of a noblewoman, but beneath​​ that skin lurked‍ a bloodthirsty wolf.⁠

She⁠ was a comrade​ who had shared‍ half her life​⁠ with Dereck on‌​ the battlefield, surviving‍ in the brutal‍​ mercenary world without⁠‍ a single scar.‌‍

A beast raised on​ the streets is⁠‌‍ born with a sixth sense for⁠⁠ detecting hostility.

Proof​‌⁠ of that was​‍⁠ how Pheline, without​⁠ giving them time⁠‍‌ to react, kicked⁠⁠‌ the hooded men‌ in the face.‌⁠‌

Crash!‍⁠⁠ Bang!

One‍‌ of the burly⁠ men was thrown​ against the counter​‍ and rolled across‌⁠​ the floor with​‍⁠ a loud crash.⁠

The‌ blood-stained dagger still⁠ trembled, embedded in​‌ his shoulder.

The‍ other two, still​ standing, stared at⁠‍‌ her with trembling‌‌ eyes.

Pheline,⁠​ swaying from drunkenness,‍ steadied herself on‌‍ the counter as​ her eyes began‍​‍ to shine again.⁠​

“Ugh…⁠‌ I’m already feeling​⁠ dizzy…”

She⁠ was officially the‌‍‍ consort of Baron‍‍ Ravenclaw, and if‌⁠ she dressed properly,⁠‍‍ she could look‌ like an elegant​‍‍ and refined lady.​​

However,⁠‍⁠ in reality, the‌‍‍ number of lives⁠‍ she had taken⁠‌​ far exceeded double​‌​ digits.

The‌‍ killing intent was‌⁠ already part of⁠⁠​ her being, clinging​‌ to the corners​‌ of her eyes⁠⁠ like a ghostly‌​ aura.

To​‍ survive in the‍⁠ underworld, that, in‍⁠ a way, was​⁠ completely natural.

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