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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 123: Characters (4)

Chapter 123: Characters (4)

The‌‌​ commotion caused by⁠‍⁠ Aiselin’s collapse from‍‌ overwork had finally⁠‌ subsided, and the‌‍ young noblewomen who‌​​ had come from​ various regions to‌‍‌ visit her were⁠‌ about to depart.⁠​

All‌ of them felt​ relieved after confirming​ that it was‍‌​ only a temporary‍ condition and that‍ there would be‌‍‍ no serious aftereffects.⁠

Ellen⁠ and Denise were⁠ no exception.

After⁠ checking on Aiselin’s​​⁠ condition in the⁠ reception hall, they​ assured the young​‍ ladies of the​ Rose Hall that‍‌​ everything would be⁠ fine.

“Don’t‌‌​ forget that Belmierd⁠⁠ has always been‌​​ favorable toward the‌⁠ Ravenclaw Barony. If‍ any problems arise⁠‌‌ in the future,‍ send a letter​ at any time.”‌‌

“Thank‌‍‌ you for your​​ concern, Lady Ellen.”⁠⁠

Ellen​⁠‌ looked at Aiselin⁠‍ with a faintly⁠‌ displeased expression, but‌‌​ soon boarded her‌​ carriage; she seemed‍‌‌ to be quite​‌⁠ busy with her⁠⁠ family’s affairs.

The​ carriage was enormous,‌‍‍ and the number​‌⁠ of servants accompanying‍ her was also‌ unusual. After all,​​ she was the​​‍ person destined to⁠⁠⁠ become the lady‍ of Belmierd.

Thus,⁠ Ellen departed from​⁠‍ the Ravenclaw Barony​ early the next​ morning.

‘It’s‌‍ about time I leave as well;‍ staying any longer⁠⁠​ would be strange.’​‍

For‌ her part, Denise‍⁠​ woke up around​ noon and strolled​ quietly through the‌‌‍ barony’s garden, lost‍​⁠ in thought.

She⁠‍ hadn’t slept well​‍ due to the​ many things running⁠⁠ through her mind.‌

Above​‌‌ all, Dereck knew​ perfectly well that⁠ there was a possibility Denise might‍​⁠ betray him.

That⁠‌ meant that, whatever​​‌ she did, she‌ was probably already⁠‍ part of Dereck’s‍⁠⁠ calculations.

‘…Even⁠‌ if I betray‍ you, it doesn’t​‍ matter… What did‍ you mean by​‌ that, Dereck…?’

Dereck’s‍ apparent composure only‌ made her thoughts​ grow more tangled.​‌‌

As⁠ a member of​ the Beltus family,⁠‌ she could never⁠‌‌ betray her house.‍‍

However,⁠‌​ the idea of​‌ openly betraying Dereck​ was also unbearable.‌

The‌‌‍ fact that he‍‌⁠ seemed to have‌‌ read her inner‌ conflict only made​‍ her doubt even‍‌ more.

Denise​⁠ let out a deep sigh and​‌​ ran a hand‌⁠​ over her face.⁠

If‌‍ she left the‍​ barony and returned‌‍‌ to the Beltus​​ residence, the Grand‌ Duke would summon‍ her immediately to⁠ question her about‍​‍ the situation.

And‍ she had much​ to report.

That​⁠​ newly established rural‌ barony had too⁠⁠‌ many weaknesses that‍‌‌ the Beltus family⁠​ could exploit.

Even‍‌⁠ if the Belmierd‌ family tried to‍‌ protect the Ravenclaw‌ Barony, that territory‌ was practically a direct neighbor, sharing​⁠​ a border with⁠‌ the Beltus lands.‍‌‌

In‌‌ the end, Beltus’s⁠‍‍ influence would be‍‌⁠ the strongest.

‘If‌ only Dereck would​ lower his head⁠​ and submit to⁠ the will of‌​​ the Beltus family,‌‍ my mind would⁠‌‍ be at ease…‍‍‍ But he’s not‍‌⁠ that kind of⁠‌​ man…’

Dereck​‌‍ was not someone‍‌ who served his⁠​ lord out of‌ loyalty.

Therefore,​ a clash between‌ the Beltus and​ Ravenclaw families seemed⁠‍ inevitable.

The‍‌⁠ Grand Duke of‌‍‍ Beltus was a man who eliminated⁠‌ any threat to​​ his power without⁠​ hesitation.

“It‌​⁠ seems you have‍⁠ many things on‍ your mind, Lady‌​ Denise.”

As⁠ she sighed, a feminine voice interrupted‍ her.

When‍‌​ she looked up⁠‌ in surprise, she‌ saw a young‍⁠ noblewoman delicately holding⁠‍ her skirt and‌ curtsying.

Her​‌‌ hair, a shade​​ between lavender and‌​ silver, radiated a mysterious aura.

Although⁠ the quality of‌⁠​ her dress did‌‍ not suggest a particularly high rank,​​​ an indescribable elegance​ emanated from her.​‍

Denise,⁠‌‌ with the usual‍⁠ composure of a noble lady, responded‌⁠‍ with a gentle‌‌ smile.

“Oh,‍ thank you for‌⁠​ your concern.”

The⁠ girl with the⁠ enigmatic aura returned‍ the smile warmly.‍‌‌

Watching​ her, Denise spoke‌ politely.

“I‌‍ sincerely appreciate your⁠​‍ consideration, but I fear my memory⁠‍‌ fails me and‍⁠​ I do not‌⁠ recall the name​ of such a beautiful lady. Please‌‌ forgive me.”

“No,​⁠​ there’s nothing to​​⁠ forgive. I am‌​ not someone whom‍ the lady of⁠​ the Beltus family‍‌‌ needs to remember.⁠‍ I am merely‌​​ a girl from⁠ a small baronial⁠ family on the‍ southeastern frontier. My⁠⁠ name is Fina‍​​ Raffaella Tigris.”

“I‍​‌ see, Lady Fina.​​⁠ I’m sorry to‍ have troubled you​​‌ with my concerns​‍⁠ upon our first​​ meeting.”

Lower-ranking​​ nobles often hesitated​ before addressing a lady from a powerful house like‍‌​ Beltus.

Of⁠‍ course, there were⁠‍ some who, dreaming‍​ of advancement, tried​ to form connections,⁠‍ but such relationships​⁠ were usually one-sided;​⁠‌ high-ranking nobles rarely⁠ regarded them as‌‌‍ equals.

On​​⁠ the contrary, getting‌ too close to‌​ a lady of‌ higher rank could‌ be seen as‍ opportunism—a blatant display‌ of ambition.

That‌ class divide existed‍⁠​ even among the‌​‌ nobility.

However,​⁠ Fina did not​​ let herself be​‍‌ intimidated and continued​​ speaking respectfully.

“As​ a low-ranking noble,‍⁠ I know I must be cautious‌⁠ when speaking to‌‍‌ the lady of⁠ the Beltus family,‍​ but even so,‌ I wished to⁠‍⁠ address you, even​‌‌ if it may‌‌ seem bold.”

“Don’t‌‍ underestimate yourself so⁠ much. Lady Fina,‍‍‍ you also possess‍​ enough beauty and‍⁠ grace.”

“I‍ thank you for‍​‍ your kind words,‌ Lady Denise. But⁠‍‌ our Tigris family‌ has received great⁠‌‍ favor from Duke‌‌ Beltus, and I wanted to express‌ my gratitude.”

Fina​‍‍ smiled and drew⁠‌ from her chest⁠‍‌ a small box​‌ about the size‌‌ of a fist.⁠⁠⁠

It‌‍‍ was wrapped in⁠​ colorful paper and⁠​ adorned with a ribbon and flowers,‍​ clearly prepared with⁠‍‌ care.

“F-Favor?”‍‌‍

“Duke⁠ Beltus may not‍ remember, but when‌​​ my father, Baron​ Tigris, inherited his‌‌‌ title, the Duke‌⁠⁠ sent a congratulatory​‌‍ letter and a wreath of flowers.”​

“Oh,‌​ right. I had‌ completely forgotten.”

“It’s​‌‍ understandable. The Beltus‍​​ family must have​ attendants in charge‌⁠‍ of such ceremonial​​ duties. With so​⁠‌ many celebrations and‍ condolences to handle,⁠⁠‌ it would be​ impossible to remember‌‌ every letter sent‍‌ to the frontier‍ baronial families.”

Fina​‌‌ smiled politely as⁠​ she approached Denise.‍​

“But⁠​ for a small‍ family like ours,‍ such a letter⁠ carries great meaning.‍ If Duke Beltus‌​⁠ hadn’t sent it,‌ it would have​‍‌ been difficult for​ my father to‌ be officially recognized‌‍⁠ as the leader⁠‍⁠ of our territory,‍‍‍ given how complicated⁠‌ the internal situation⁠​ was back then.”‌‍​

“I​‍ see. Baron Tigris​ must have gone​​ through difficult times.”‍‍‍

“No,‌⁠​ as I mentioned,⁠‍‌ we received great​​​ help from Duke‍ Beltus’s authority. As‌​ his daughter, I couldn’t help but‌‍​ express my gratitude.”​

In‍​​ truth, the Beltus‌⁠ family had never⁠ sent such a congratulatory letter to​‌ the Tigris.

But,‌‍ as Fina said,⁠‍⁠ with the number‌ of formalities noble⁠​​ houses handled, such​ a story could‌ easily seem credible.⁠‍‌

No‍‍ one could remember‌‍⁠ the names of‍‌ all the frontier‌ nobles who had‌ received courtesy letters.‍

After‌‌‍ many years in​ noble society, one⁠ learns well how​ to identify the‌​ gaps in bureaucracy.​⁠‌

Fina‌‍ was precisely one​⁠​ of those people.⁠‍‌

“This⁠ is a small‍‍ gift from me.‌​⁠ It’s a ring‌‌ with the most‌‌⁠ beautiful gems from⁠​ the Tigris Barony,‌​ along with a tie ornament.”

“Is​​ it all right‍⁠⁠ for me to⁠ accept something like⁠ this?”

“On‌⁠ the contrary, it‌ would be a great honor if​ you did. I hope His Excellency‍ the Grand Duke‍ Beltus will also‍ appreciate our sincerity.‍‍⁠ Please show him‌​ this gift.”

As‌ Fina handed over⁠​‍ the box with‌ a bright smile,⁠​ Denise returned the‌ gesture with the‌ ceremonial smile typical‌ of nobles.

After‌‌‍ all, as a member of the⁠⁠ Beltus family, she​‌ was used to‌ such situations.

***​

When​​‍ all the young‍ noblewomen who had‍ come to see‌‌ Aiselin’s condition returned‌⁠‍ to their homes‌​​ and a certain⁠‌ calm returned to‍​ the Ravenclaw Training‌ Center,

Dereck,‍⁠​ who was reorganizing‍‍ the delayed schedules⁠‍⁠ and preparing a response to the‌ maneuvers of the⁠ Beltus family, thought​ he could finally⁠ relax a little.‍‌‍

“The‌‍ Baroness of Ravenclaw…​‌​ has arrived…”

However,​​ with just that‌ single report from​⁠​ Delbriton, the Ravenclaw​ Training Center was‍‍⁠ thrown into chaos​ again.

Who⁠ was the Baroness‌​⁠ of Ravenclaw?

Among‌⁠ the young noblewomen‌⁠ at the center,⁠ countless rumors circulated.‌‍​

Much‌⁠⁠ was known about⁠‍‌ Dereck Lydorf, Baron⁠ of Ravenclaw.

He⁠​‍ personally led the⁠‌ faculty and often‍ appeared in practical‌ classes.

Handsome,‌⁠‌ efficient in his‍ work, usually cold⁠‌⁠ in demeanor but‍‍⁠ able to be⁠‍ kind when needed⁠ and assertive when‍‌‍ required—a capable man.‌‌‌

Because‌​⁠ of this, some⁠‍ of the young⁠ noblewomen at the⁠ center harbored quiet​ admiration for him.⁠⁠ His reputation was​‍ good, and his​ name well-known.

So⁠‍ then, who was⁠⁠ the woman who‍ had captured the‍​‍ heart of such​‍⁠ a man?

Even⁠​‍ in front of⁠ the flowers of‌ nobility, Dereck maintained⁠‌​ an unapproachable attitude;​‍‌ what kind of‌ person had been​⁠ able to enchant⁠ him?

In​‍​ the dormitories, the⁠‌​ speculation was already⁠‍ endless.

They⁠ said she was​‌ a commoner, a fragile girl.

They‍‍ wondered what her​‍⁠ beauty was like,​​‍ how much knowledge⁠ she possessed, or​ how noble her‌⁠​ bearing might be.​⁠

Often,​‌‌ when the girls‌‌ gathered at night‍⁠ in frilled pajamas,⁠ sitting on their‍⁠​ beds and chatting‌⁠⁠ by lamplight, the⁠‌‍ subject of the‌⁠‌ imaginary Baroness of⁠‌​ Ravenclaw always came⁠​ up.

“I‌‍‌ heard she smells⁠​‌ of freesia flowers,​ and her voice⁠‍⁠ is so soft⁠⁠⁠ it caresses your​ ears when she‍ speaks. They say​ that when you‍ look into her⁠‌ eyes, it feels‍⁠​ like warm sunlight,‍‍‌ and that talking​‍​ to her brightens‌⁠ your whole day.”‍​

Lady‍‍ Rointel, a freckled‌‍ and cheerful young⁠ woman, spoke with⁠ a dreamy expression⁠ while hugging a pillow.

“I​ heard about her⁠ from the servants.‌ They say she’s‍‍​ elegant but brave,​​ and she knows⁠ when to stay⁠⁠ silent and when‌‍​ to act. I’ve‌ never seen her,⁠​ but I admire​ her.”

“Do⁠​‌ you know the‍ romance novel The‌​⁠ Arrogant Lord Robain,‌​ written by an‍‍ anonymous author?”

“Ah,​‍⁠ yes! I saw⁠‌ a sample copy⁠‍‍ at the Largo‍ Bookstore when I went to Ebelstein.”‍⁠‌

“Oh,​ Lady Sidmer knows‌ it too! They‍ say the baroness‍ resembles the heroine‌​‍ Tracy from that⁠⁠ book—lively yet refined.”⁠‍⁠

“Really?‍ I thought she​ was just a fictional character if⁠⁠ that’s true, she​​‌ might be the⁠ perfect match for​⁠ Baron Ravenclaw.”

Lady​‍‌ Sidmer, always shy⁠ due to her‌ slowness in learning‍​⁠ magic, was glowing​ with excitement as⁠ she imagined a love story between‌​‌ a handsome man‍‍ and a perfect‍ lady.

No‌ matter the era,‍‌ girls that age​‍ could never resist​ romantic tales of⁠‍​ impossible love.

“Well,​‌ without a doubt,‌‌ if she managed⁠​​ to win over‌ Baron Ravenclaw, she​⁠ must be an‍​‌ exceptional woman…”

“We⁠ must also work‍‍ hard and make⁠ our social debut⁠ as true ladies.”‍‍

“Y-yes…⁠⁠ But if we⁠ could see the​‍‍ Baroness of Ravenclaw​⁠ in person… it⁠​‍ would be so⁠ inspiring… I heard⁠⁠⁠ she’ll visit the‌⁠ barony this time,‌​‌ do you think‍​ we might be‌⁠ able to speak‍⁠ to her, even‍‌ just once…?”

“Now‍ that you mention‍ it, I’m curious…‌‌​ Who do you​‍ think is nobler,‍​​ Lady Aiselin or‍‌ the Baroness of​ Ravenclaw?”

“Well…​ we shouldn’t compare⁠⁠ them, but… so⁠ far, I haven’t‌ seen anyone as‍‍‌ admirable as Lady‌ Aiselin…”

Thus​⁠​ passed the night‍ for the young‍‍​ ladies, amid whispers⁠⁠ and laughter by‍ the light of‌ a single candle,‌ sharing stories of⁠‍⁠ forbidden love.

They‍ dreamed of the‌ elegant Baroness of⁠​​ Ravenclaw—and of the‌​​ day when they‍​ themselves would become‍⁠ dazzling ladies.

***‍⁠

“Ugh.”‍​

“If​ you’re going to‌ burp, at least‌ cover yourself.”

“Ugh…⁠‌⁠ the hangover… I’m‌‌⁠ dying after that​‌‌ carriage ride since‌‍ early morning… This​‌‍ place is so⁠​ far from Ebelstein…”⁠

Pheline,‍‌​ who had arrived‍‌ at dawn, was⁠‍ covered in blood.⁠

Delbriton,‌ who had gone⁠ out to receive‌‌ her, couldn’t help‌‍‍ but break into‍ a cold sweat‌‌ when he saw​​ her step down‍​ from the carriage.‍

Even‍​​ the coachman wore‍ a tense expression,⁠​ as if fearing​ for his life‌⁠‌ upon seeing the⁠‍‌ bloodstained girl.

“Listen,​ Dereck. Last night‍⁠​ I was drinking⁠⁠ at Tears of​‌ Beldern… and some‌ weird guys, no‌ insignias, no affiliation,⁠ tried to attack​​⁠ me.”

“Yes.⁠ I can tell⁠ from the bloodstains‌‌ on your clothes.”⁠

“I⁠ only defended myself.‌ If they suddenly⁠ throw magic at⁠‍​ you in the​ middle of Tavern‍‍‍ Street, they’d better​‌ be ready for​‌ a beating. Ugh…‌⁠⁠ ugh…”

Her‍ tight mercenary outfit‍⁠​ exposed her abdomen​‌​ and shoulders. Her​‍ arms and legs‍⁠ had a few⁠ scratches, but no‌ serious wounds.

If​ Pheline had come​ out almost unscathed,‍‍​ there was no​‌ need to ask‌​‍ how her attackers‌​‌ had ended up.‍

Even​⁠⁠ so, it was‍‌ necessary to confirm‍ whether they were‌‌ still alive.

“What‍​​ happened to them?”‍‌​

“If​ they were lucky,​ they survived. Poor‌‌ Jayden… cleaning the​ tavern must have​‌‌ been hell…”

After⁠ saying that, Pheline⁠‍ took a big⁠‍ bite of the⁠⁠ snacks Delbriton had⁠‌ brought.

“They‌ attacked me first,⁠​ so I didn’t​⁠​ have to hold‌​‌ back, right?”

“…”​⁠​

“But‌ it was strange.‍​⁠ If they were‍ just perverts, they⁠​ wouldn’t have acted‍​ so coordinated or‍‌‌ hidden their identities.⁠⁠⁠ They were too​⁠​ clean to be​‍⁠ other mercenaries. It​​⁠ was suspicious, so‍ instead of returning​ to my lodging,‌‍ I called the‌⁠ coachman and came​⁠⁠ straight here. Hmm…‍​⁠ this is delicious.‍‌‍ Is it expensive?”​⁠​

“I‌‌ don’t know. I got it from⁠⁠‌ a local producer.”⁠‌‌

“They‍‍‍ say the fruits‍‍ of this region‌​ are really good,​‌‌ and these grapes…‌ wow, delicious. But​‌‌ eating something this​⁠ juicy all at⁠‌ once… my stomach…‍ ugh…”

“That’s‍ why I told⁠ you to drink‍ in moderation.”

The⁠ nearby servants moved⁠ nervously as they‍‌ watched her make‌‌ gestures of nausea.‍‍‍

If‌​ an accident occurred,​​ they would be⁠‍ the ones to​​ clean the floor​‍​ and tablecloths.

“If​ you feel sick,⁠ stop eating, idiot.”⁠

“No​‍ way. Do you‌​ think I’m going‍ to waste free‍​ food? Even if​‍‍ I throw it​‌ up later, I’ll‌‍ still put it‍ in my mouth‌‌ first… ugh…”

Officially,‌⁠⁠ she held the​ title of Baroness​ of Ravenclaw, but‌‍​ Pheline despised the⁠ nobility so much​ that she rarely‍‍⁠ visited the barony.‌

Continuing‌‌‍ to live as‍ an ordinary mercenary‍​ was her own‌​ principle, so she‍ didn’t care about​⁠‍ appearing careless.

“If⁠ I’d known, I would’ve left one⁠ alive to ask​ who sent them.”​‌

“So​‍‍ you didn’t leave‌⁠​ any?”

“Depends‌​​ on how tough‍​​ they were. If​​‌ you go easy⁠ on them, they‍ think they won’t⁠⁠‍ die and start​ gambling with their⁠‍‍ lives. You have⁠‍‌ to face them​​‍ with the intent‍​‌ to kill, and⁠⁠ then they get‍ scared. Isn’t that‌⁠‌ right?”

That‍‍​ was something Dereck​‌ often said back‍‍ in his mercenary​⁠ days.

That’s​ why he couldn’t⁠ refute it; he​ just rested his​​ chin on his‍​⁠ hand with an⁠‍​ indifferent expression.

In⁠ any case, he‌‍⁠ thought he should‍‍‍ inform Pheline of⁠‍ the situation, so​​‍ he explained how‍ things were unfolding⁠ across the continent,‍⁠ as well as​‌⁠ which faction might‌‍‌ be behind the‍‌​ attack.

“The⁠⁠⁠ Beltus family, huh?​‍ Even someone like‌ me, who doesn’t‍​ care about noble​ nonsense, has heard‍ that name. Dereck,‌​‍ you’re wading into⁠‌‌ deep waters.”

“Unfortunately,‌‍ I’m now the⁠​‌ noble you despise⁠ so much.”

“I‌ know what you’re⁠ thinking. You think⁠⁠ I don’t notice‍‌ that you’re clinging​ to your title‍‍‌ just to learn​⁠‌ more magic.”

Dereck⁠​‍ was different from‍​ the arrogant nobles‌‌ obsessed with appearances,​ and that’s why‍‍‌ Pheline didn’t mind⁠‍ that he had‌ a title. She‍‍‌ knew him far‌⁠‍ too well from‌​‍ the old days.‍‌⁠

“Still…‌⁠ it’s unfair that⁠ I’m getting dragged‌ into all this​‍​ just because I lent my name‌‌ as baroness.”

“I‌‍ have no excuse.‍ I’m sorry.”

“Well,‍⁠‍ Dereck, the refined‌​‌ noble, apologizing to​​‍ me. It must⁠ be the end​​ of the world.”​‌​

Dereck‌ admitted it—Pheline was‍​ right. She had‍‍ been dragged into​⁠‍ all this simply⁠​ because she was‍​​ associated with him.​

He​ acknowledged it sincerely,‍ but Pheline just‌⁠ burst out laughing.⁠

“In‍ short, those damn​⁠ degenerates who tried‍ to attack me⁠‌ were hounds sent‌​⁠ by some noble.‍ It felt good​‍​ to give them‌‌‍ what they deserved.”‍

“It⁠ won’t be that‌⁠​ simple. If they⁠⁠ failed this time,​ they might send​ more skilled people‍⁠ next.”

“So⁠⁠ what? Beltus or⁠ whoever—they attacked me,⁠‌‌ so it was⁠ self-defense. In other‍ words, now I’ve‍‍‌ got a legitimate⁠ reason to hit⁠⁠ nobles.”

Pheline,‍⁠ somewhat recovered from‌ her hangover, drank​‌‍ some cold water‍ and let out⁠‍‌ a relieved sigh.‍‌‌

The‌‌ servants, who had‌‍⁠ been anxiously waiting​‍ in case she‍‍‌ vomited, finally relaxed.‍⁠‌

Dereck,‍⁠​ seeing the wooden‍‍​ bucket Delbriton had⁠⁠​ prepared “just in‍⁠ case,” almost wanted⁠​ to applaud his​ foresight.

“If‌⁠ anyone dares touch​ me, I’ll cut⁠ off their hands.”​‍

She⁠​ meant it.

Pheline​​⁠ might seem clumsy​⁠⁠ and careless, but⁠‍ when her mercenary⁠​‌ instincts awakened, she‌​ didn’t hesitate for‌ even a second.‌⁠‌

She⁠​ was, perhaps, the‌⁠ one who most⁠‌⁠ resembled Dereck among‌⁠​ all the mercenaries‍​ of Beldern.

“A‍​ justification, huh…?”

Dereck​ looked at her​​ with a complicated​⁠ expression, somewhere between‍‍‌ pity and concern.​

In⁠‍‍ any case, he⁠⁠ decided that, for​‌⁠ the time being,‍‍‌ he had to‌​ protect her.

***‌

“Yes,​‍‍ the mind games‌​ of nobles all‌​⁠ come down to‌ one thing in‌ the end—justification.”

That⁠ night, Fina, who‍ was showing Dereck‌‍⁠ some magical theories,⁠ smiled mischievously.

The⁠⁠ characteristic chirping of​ night insects filled‌‌‌ the baron’s residence.⁠⁠

The​‌ night, when even‍‍ the moon slept,​‌ was wrapped in‍​ darkness; though candles⁠‌‍ were lit, a gloomy atmosphere filled⁠ the reception hall.‍

In⁠ that dim space,‍‍ Fina, sitting cross-legged,⁠‌​ laughed softly and‍‍ licked the tip​‌ of her fingers‌⁠ after brushing her⁠​ chin a couple‍​ of times.

“In‌‌​ that sense, I like that girl.⁠‌​ Someone from the⁠ bottom of the​‌ pit, full of‍‌​ instinct and ferocity,‌⁠‌ who instinctively understands⁠ the importance of‌‌ justification. From my⁠ point of view,​‍ she’s worth keeping⁠​ close. Good, good,‌ very good.”

“You‌‌ were watching when‌ I met Pheline?”‍‌⁠

“Of‍‍ course. My cute⁠ disciple is in​‌‍ trouble because that​ brat of a duke decided to⁠ provoke him. How‍​‍ could a master⁠‌‌ like me sit​​​ idly by? In​​‍ fact, I should‍​ take this chance‌ to give you​​ a grand lesson.”​

She​ reclined on the‍ sofa, placed her​‍ bare feet on​ the table, and​​ began to speak‍​⁠ without pause.

“This​ master, who has‍‌ lived as a noble for hundreds‌⁠ of years and​​​ gone through all‌‍​ kinds of nonsense,‌‌​ will personally teach⁠‍ you something.”

“…What⁠‍ do you have​ in mind?”

“I⁠​‍ already told you.⁠ If I put​‍ my mind to‍​ it, there’s nothing‌‍ I can’t teach​⁠ you. You have⁠‌ exceptional talent in‌ magic, but your​‌ summoning magic is⁠⁠‍ a bit clumsy⁠​‍ compared to the‌ rest, isn’t it?‍ Let’s make a major breakthrough this‍‍ time.”

Dereck‍​‌ rose from his​​⁠ desk and sat‍ across from her‍ on the opposite​‍ sofa.

Then‌‍‌ he narrowed his‍ eyes and watched⁠⁠​ her suspiciously.

“Oh,​‌ look at those‍⁠ eyes. What’s that‌ supposed to be—for⁠​ a master like⁠‍‌ me?”

“If‌‌⁠ you have some‌‌‍ sort of plan,‍​ I’d prefer to‍⁠‍ know it.”

“Wow,​ I like that‍ suspicious look. Yes,⁠ you shouldn’t trust⁠‌ people so easily.⁠‍ But you should‌​‌ trust this master‌ of yours completely.‍ Everything I do​‌ is for your‌‍‌ sake.”

Despite‌‌​ Dereck’s wary gaze,⁠⁠ Fina didn’t seem​ concerned.

In‌ truth, she was‍ acting for his‍​ sake; the problem⁠‍ was that her‌ results were unpredictable.‍

“Do‍‌​ you know the‌​ fastest way to‌ master summoning magic?‍‌ Fight against a summoner who has‍‌ reached the high​ rank of five‌ stars or more.”‍​

“What…?”‌

“I‌‍ don’t know anything⁠ about the Beltus​‍⁠ family or their‍‌​ affairs, but since⁠​ we have the​‌ opportunity, let’s go‌‌ and beat them⁠ up. There’s no​‍⁠ reason to sit‍⁠⁠ trembling like a child waiting for⁠‍⁠ them to come‍⁠ swinging.”

When‌‍ Dereck frowned, Fina‌‌⁠ laughed even louder.⁠

“Why?‍⁠‍ Are you scared⁠‍ because you don’t‌​ have a justification?”⁠

“…”⁠​​

“Don’t​‌ worry. This magnificent‌ master of yours‌‍‍ is a specialist‍​‌ in creating justifications.​​ I need to‌ create a situation‌​ where our adorable⁠ disciple can legally⁠‍‌ fight the Duke‍⁠​ Beltus.”

“The‌⁠ Beltus family is‍ one of the​⁠ most powerful houses‍ that has ruled⁠⁠‌ the southwest of‌ the continent for⁠⁠​ a long time.⁠‍ You know that⁠​‍ better than anyone,‍ don’t you?”

“Yes,‍⁠‌ exactly. But there⁠​‍ exists a justification‌‍‍ that once made‌ the mighty Duplain‍ family tremble in‌ an instant, doesn’t‌‌⁠ it?”

At‌‌‍ those words, Dereck‌‌ fell silent for⁠​ a moment.

He⁠ could more or‍​ less guess what‍⁠⁠ Fina was planning.⁠​​

“Even⁠ the powerful who⁠​​ seemed to rule‌‌ the heavens and‌‍⁠ devour the earth‍⁠ tremble and must‍ prove their innocence‌‍‍ when they’re linked​‌ to necromancy.”

“…”‍⁠‍

“And​ I, the one​‌ in front of⁠‍⁠ you, am the​‌‍ source of all‍⁠ that necromancy.”

The​​‍ only six-star necromancer​​‌ on the continent,​ Fina Raphaela Tigris.‍​

She⁠ crossed her legs‍⁠ naturally and, with‍⁠‌ her chin resting⁠​‍ on her hand,​‍ dropped a bomb​⁠​ in a calm‌​ voice.

“Send‌​⁠ a letter to‌​ that novice Rodelia.​ Tell her it‌ seems the Beltus⁠ family has ties​ to necromancy.”

“If‍ we accuse them​⁠ falsely, it could‌‌ backfire on us.”‌

“Don’t‍⁠⁠ worry, I’ll make​⁠ it true. Our​‍ adorable disciple must​ handle the task,⁠⁠ so I’ll at‍‍‌ least do my⁠⁠​ part for it.”‍​⁠

That​ girl was, in​⁠⁠ herself, like a living curse.

And‍‍ she seemed ready‌ to prove it.​

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