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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 130: The Subjugation of Beltus (4)

Chapter 130: The Subjugation of Beltus (4)

The⁠‍​ entrance to the​⁠‌ Beltus mansion, surrounded‌ by a massive‌ wrought-iron wall that‍​‍ followed the line​ of the hill,‍‍‌ was imposing just‌⁠⁠ to look at.​

But⁠ the smoke and‌⁠‍ magic rising from‍‍ within made it​‍​ hard to distinguish​ anything.

Dereck​​ pulled the reins​​​ and charged into‍ the Beltus mansion,⁠‍ where not even‍‌ a gatekeeper remained.⁠‌‌

He⁠‌ passed through the‌ large entrance on​⁠⁠ the southeastern end​​ and crossed the‍‌ southern garden.

Rodelia’s⁠‍‍ soldiers followed him,⁠​⁠ and all of‌‍ them clicked their​ tongues at the‌​ sight — monsters‌ filled the surroundings.​‌⁠

“Sir‌​​ Dereck, it’s fine‍​​ that we entered,⁠ but from here‍ on we must‍‌⁠ move in an‌ organized formation!”

Countess‍ Rodelia, drawing her​⁠ sacred sword, shouted‍​ from his side.‌

“The​ servants inside the‍ mansion are all⁠‍⁠ of low rank!⁠​‍ We must save⁠​‍ them while we⁠ locate Grand Duke‍⁠‍ Beltus!”

“He’s⁠ most likely in⁠‌ the office of‌ the main building!​‌ However—”

Just‌​‍ as Dereck, crossing​⁠ the vast garden,‍ shouted—

Whoosh​‌

A huge halo of⁠​ light began to‌‍ rise above the‌‌ Beltus mansion.

The‍​ giant of fire,​ completely subdued and‍‌ causing fires without‍ serving any further​ purpose, vanished.

And‌⁠‌ now, a massive​‍‍ magic circle began⁠​​ to unfold in‌​‌ the sky, centered​​​ around the eastern⁠‌‌ tower.

The‌‌​ eastern tower — the place where⁠‍ all magical research⁠‍‍ facilities were concentrated.⁠‌​

The‌​⁠ remnants of the​⁠⁠ protective magic that​‌‍ had been active‍‍ began isolating the‍ main building, preparing‍‌ to bombard the⁠ enemies inside.

It​‌‌ was a defensive⁠ circle created by‍⁠ high-ranking transformation mages​ after years of⁠​ research.

The‌​ one who held‌⁠‌ the authority to‍‍⁠ activate it was‌ Robenalt, the eldest​ son of Duke⁠ Beltus, who had⁠‌​ prepared it perfectly​‌‌ from the eastern‍ tower.

The‍​⁠ magic circle, which​ both protected the‍ main building and⁠ unleashed high-level bombardment‍ spells, became nearly⁠​​ impenetrable once activated.⁠​

“We​‌‌ have to neutralize​‌‍ the magic circle‍⁠ in the eastern‍ tower and also⁠⁠⁠ deal with the‌‍ mercenary group in⁠ the western barracks.”​

“The‌​​ mansion is full‍ of monsters, so⁠⁠ the defensive forces​ won’t be able‌‍ to respond in‌ an organized way!‍​ We must take‌‌​ advantage of the⁠‌​ chaos inside the‌​⁠ mansion!”

Countess‍⁠​ Rodelia swung her‌​ sacred sword. With​‍ a red flash,​‍‌ the nearby monsters‍​ were cut down⁠​‍ one after another.‍​⁠

As​⁠ a noble, she⁠ understood magic well,‍ but she preferred‌​​ to charge straight⁠ into the battlefield‌⁠ and wield the⁠‍⁠ sword with her​ own hands.

Light‍‌‌ radiated from her‍‌ white armor as⁠⁠ trolls and goblins‌⁠ turned into corpses‍⁠ formed an army​ to block her⁠​ path.

She​‌​ had already slain⁠⁠⁠ thousands of such‌​​ creatures on Rodentz‌ Island.

The‍⁠ soldiers following her‌‌​ were also veterans⁠⁠ who had fought⁠⁠ alongside her on​​⁠ countless battlefields.

Claang!⁠

Their⁠⁠ coordinated movements were​ flawless.

Dereck⁠‌ also followed on​ horseback, firing magic‍ arrows. While clearing​ the way, he‌‌⁠ shouted toward the‌‍‍ countess.

“Don’t⁠⁠‌ exhaust all your​​ strength! There are‌⁠‍ still many enemies⁠ left!”

“With⁠ so many traces​ of necromantic magic​‌‍ here, it’s impossible​‌​ to hold back!​‍ Let’s head for‌​⁠ the eastern tower‌‍ and the western‌ barracks first!”

“There​‍ will be… those‌ who help us.”‌​‌

“What?”⁠

Dereck​‍ tightened the reins‌​ once more and‌‌ spoke with a more serious expression.​‍

Dereck’s‍ allies were not​ limited to Countess‌‍‍ Rodelia.

Although‍‌‍ she didn’t know‍‌ it yet, she‍ was already one‌‍‍ of the most​⁠ protected people in⁠‌ the entire southwest⁠⁠​ of the continent.​

***‍

Rumble!‌​ Rumble! Rumble!

The⁠‌ outer wall of‌​ the isolation chamber‌​ was destroyed. No‍ — more than‌​⁠ destroyed, it had​‍ vanished without a trace.

Through‌ the massive hole‌​‌ in the wall,⁠ the entire Beltus‌ mansion grounds could‍​‌ be seen turned‌‍​ into chaos.

Wherever​‌ one looked, there‍​‌ were monsters.

The​​ soldiers from the⁠‌⁠ barracks had begun‍‍⁠ to come out‍ to eliminate the⁠​⁠ creatures inside, but‌​‍ it would take‌⁠ a long time‍ to clear them⁠‍ completely.

A great fire had​ broken out in‍​‌ the southern garden,​⁠‌ but there was‍​ no one to​​​ contain it.

At‌​​ least the eldest​​ son, Robenalt, seemed​ to remain calm‍ in the eastern‍⁠‌ tower — the‍ magic was constructing⁠ the protective circle.‌⁠

Once⁠⁠‌ completed, the immediate‌ threat could be⁠‍ contained.

“What​​⁠ a sight.”

The‍ monster that had​‌ subdued and extinguished​‌ the giant of⁠​ fire, which seemed⁠‌ capable of burning⁠​​ the entire world,‍​ walked lightly toward‌​​ Grand Duke Beltus,​​ looking down on⁠ him.

Grand​‌ Duke Beltus, exhausted,⁠‌ was kneeling on‍ one knee, gritting​ his teeth while‍​‌ supporting himself with‍ his staff.

Just⁠ as Fina was‌‍‍ about to say‍​‌ something, Grand Duke‍‍ Beltus waved his⁠‌ hand, summoning four-star⁠​ summoning magic.

Earth‌‍‌ spirits, clad in‍⁠ rough armor, raised‍ their swords — but they all‌‍ froze in place‍​‍ the moment they‌⁠‍ faced Fina.

Whoosh!‌⁠‍

From⁠⁠⁠ the bony skull‌​‌ of Happy, the⁠‌​ Arch Lich that⁠ Fina had carefully⁠‌‌ raised, a bluish​ magical power began‌​‌ to pour out.​

Blue​ flames burned within⁠ its empty sockets.⁠

Three-star‌‍‍ combat magic, Paralysis.‌

The‍ fact that a summoned creature could⁠‌ use magic like‍ this was absurd.⁠‍

Fina​ smiled seductively, raised⁠ her pale hand‌ to brush against‍ her cheek, then‍‍​ quickly swept her‍‍⁠ bangs aside.

Beneath​​ her flawless white⁠ forehead, her eyes​ gleamed with ferocity.‍

Not‍‌‍ her usual sharp​⁠ gaze—but eyes wide​​⁠ open. And the‌​​ magic contained within⁠​⁠ them burst forth.‍‌

That‍‍ alone was enough​⁠ to make Grand​ Duke Beltus’s entire​‌⁠ body bristle.

Necromantic‌‍ magic—the most purely⁠‍ refined—is the power‍‌ closest to death.​​‍

Magic⁠​ beyond four stars,⁠⁠⁠ five stars.

The​ purity of the‍ power flowing from⁠ Fina surpassed even‍‍ that which she​‌ had used to‍​ summon the Arch‌⁠ Lich.

Five-star‌ magic brushing the​ level of six‍‌​ stars.

No—it‍ had already gone⁠ beyond.

It‌ was a power‌‌​ worthy of preparation‍​‌ for six-star magic.‍⁠​

The‍‌‍ dream of any‍ mage before dying—to‍ witness six-star magic.​‌⁠

“T-this…”​‍‍

Kalimford’s‌‍‍ six-star magic made⁠​‌ meteors fall.

Melverot’s‍‍ froze entire mountain⁠ ranges.

Six-star‍‍​ magics redrew maps,‌‍ unleashed cataclysms, and​‌‍ could set the‌‍‍ world ablaze.

Then⁠​ what is six-star‌⁠​ necromantic magic?

Covering⁠‌ the world with‍ vengeful spirits, piling‍‍ corpses like mountains,‍ reducing mansions to‌​⁠ ashes with crimson‍ flames—all of that⁠‌ is possible.

But​ the six-star magic‌ that Fina was⁠​‌ about to use‍ was different.

It‍‌‍ wasn’t grand or⁠ flashy.

It​‌ was the culmination​​⁠ of someone who‍ had devoted their‍ entire life to‍‌ a single study,‌ repeated to the​ extreme.

Simple.‌‌ Precise. Terrible.

Just‌ by Fina closing‌​‌ her eyes, time‌‍ itself seemed to‌ stop.

The‌​ result of that‍⁠ power was not​ burning mountains or⁠ shifting continents.

It⁠⁠ was something far​​‍ colder.

Death.​‌‌

The​​ only thing a necromancer studies all‍ their life is​ that.

Thus,⁠⁠⁠ the pinnacle of‍ necromancy—six-star magic—is—

“Instant⁠ Death.”

She‍ only had to‌⁠ close her eyes​​‍ once, and all​ lives within her​ perception fell into‌‌ her hand.

She‌⁠ merely had to⁠‌⁠ squeeze.

She⁠ guided them to⁠‌⁠ eternal rest with‌‍⁠ a single breath.​​⁠

No‍‍ one could resist‌​ it except one‍‍ of her own⁠‌ level.

Snap.‌​⁠ Whoosh!

All‌​⁠ the creatures summoned​ by Grand Duke​⁠ Beltus collapsed and⁠ vanished the instant‍‌‍ Fina closed her‌⁠ eyes.

The‍⁠⁠ spirits shattered into⁠‌ fragments.

The‍ monsters fell, blood​ pouring from their‌⁠ seven orifices.

In​‍ less than a second, the entire‌‌ chamber was drenched‍‍ in red.

The‌​ only survivor was‌‌‌ Grand Duke Beltus.‍

Fina‍ hadn’t killed him.⁠‍‍ Not yet.

She​​​ had a purpose.‍​⁠

“……”​​​

Grand‍⁠ Duke Beltus even‌‍‌ forgot to breathe.‍

On⁠‌ his knees, leaning​‌ on his staff,​ he had already‌ lost the will⁠‍ to resist.

And‌⁠ as he stared​​⁠ at Fina smiling,​ drenched in blood,‌⁠ only one thought⁠ came to his‍ mind—a way out.‌⁠

He⁠‍⁠ couldn’t defeat her‍ by force. He‍‌ needed another way.‌‍​

So‍‌ he spoke, his​ eyes wide open.‌‍‌

“If‌ you need corpses…​⁠ I can provide⁠⁠‍ them.”

“Oh?”‍

Even‌‌ in such a situation, he kept​‍‌ thinking.

Though‍‌ his pupils trembled,​ he searched for‌⁠ a way to‌​‍ persuade her.

“You‌​ said you hide‌​‌ your identity and⁠‌‌ study death, right?⁠⁠‌ In… in the⁠ Beltus family there​⁠ are plenty of⁠‌ lives to spare…‌ If you use‍​⁠ me… you can⁠‍⁠ research all you‌ want without revealing​‍‌ yourself…”

“Really?”​

“I⁠ can also provide‌​​ corpses of high-ranking⁠ mages… among my​‍‍ vassals there are​⁠ some… and they​‌⁠ don’t suspect me…‍ If you want‌ bodies with noble⁠‌ blood, I have⁠ my children… and⁠‌⁠ the collateral family…‌ there are many…”⁠

“Sounds‍‌‌ convenient not to⁠‍ kill you, just‍ hearing that. Hehe.”⁠

Fina‌​‌ walked gracefully forward⁠⁠ and placed her​‍ hands on the‍ Grand Duke’s bloodied‍​‍ shoulders, whispering into⁠‍ his ear.

“But⁠‍ tell me… do⁠​ you really think‍ you’re a variable⁠⁠​ I can control?”⁠

The⁠‌ duke’s eyes widened⁠ even more.

The⁠‌‌ nails digging into‍ his shoulders felt​ like a predator’s​​ fangs.

“Hehe.⁠​⁠ Even the great‌‍ lord of Beltus⁠‌⁠ fears death. If‌⁠‌ you climbed by​ stepping on others…⁠‌​ never forget you⁠‍⁠ can be stepped⁠⁠‍ on too.”

“…”⁠

“If​ you want to‍‌⁠ live… I’ll let⁠ you live. But⁠ not for free.”​

“W-what…​ what do you​ want…?”

“Of​‌⁠ course I want‍​‍ something. And it​ won’t go badly⁠ for you… The​‍ trash of Rodentz‌​​ would die to⁠‍ receive my baptism.⁠⁠ They’ll die of​ envy over you.”⁠

As‌ she spoke, the​​‌ hand gripping him‍ began to emit‌​ dark red magic.‌‌​

Even​ though she’d said‌‍ she wouldn’t kill​‍ him, Fina’s magic‌‌‌ always carried a dense aura of‍‍ death.

The‌‍‌ duke, gritting his⁠ teeth and looking‍ up at Fina,‍​⁠ resembled a defeated​‍‍ demon.

Because​​‍ demons grant wishes—but​ never in the⁠​‍ way one wants.‍⁠

From‌⁠ above, the chaos​⁠ of the Beltus‌⁠ territory was visible.‌⁠‌

The⁠⁠ unknown necromantic magic​ covered everything, corpses​ and monsters endlessly⁠‌ rising.

And‌ amid that chaos,​‍⁠ the girl looked‍‍ down at the⁠ bloodstained duke.

Soon,‌​ the mark Fina⁠​⁠ carved between the​ wounds made by​‍ her nails began⁠ to glow.

If‌​​ you intend to⁠⁠ trample someone, you⁠ must accept that‍‌ you can be‌‍⁠ trampled too.

The‍⁠ one Beltus tried​​​ to trample was​​ the beloved disciple‍‍‌ of a six-star⁠‌​ necromancer.

It‍ was said there​‌ wasn’t a single‌ six-star mage who‌‍ was “normal.”

Even‍‍ if the young​​ Trisha had asked,‌‍ Dereck had every⁠‌ reason not to‍‌⁠ want her involved.‌⁠‌

“From‍ today on, you’re‍‍ a necromancer.”

Fina’s⁠ method of “raising”‌ disciples was one​ no other master⁠ could even imagine.‍‌

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