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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 131: The Subjugation of Beltus (5)

Chapter 131: The Subjugation of Beltus (5)

“Hey,‍​‍ Robenalt. I heard​‍ there’s a man​⁠ named Dereck who​​ will take charge‍⁠​ of the Rodelen‌ region. Help him‍ obtain the title​‍ of baron.”

The‍‍‍ eldest son of​⁠ the Beltus family.‍​ Robenalt was an⁠‌‍ old friend of‌‍ Linus, who had‍ left the Belmierd​‍‌ family.

Linus⁠ seemed like a man who wandered​ through gambling dens,‌ living a carefree‌‍‌ life, but when‍⁠⁠ it came to‌‌​ serious matters, his⁠ sharp gaze revealed⁠‌ an intelligent mind‍ capable of seeing⁠ the bigger picture.‍​

No‌ one knew why​ such a man⁠‌⁠ had abandoned the⁠‌‍ Belmierd family and⁠⁠ roamed around in‍⁠ rags, but at⁠‌⁠ least Robenalt trusted⁠ Linus’s judgment.

Robenalt,​ who lacked confidence‍⁠‌ and possessed only‍ shallow ambitions, had​ never been properly‍‌​ recognized as the‍⁠​ heir of Beltus.‍

Always​‌‍ overshadowed by his​ talented younger sister,‍⁠ Denise, who excelled‌⁠ at everything she‌‍ did, Robenalt constantly⁠‍​ watched the reactions⁠​ of the vassals,​ making it difficult‍ to consider him‍ a leader.

However,‌‌ sometimes, when Linus​‍‍ brought good liquor‌ and they drank​‍ together, he would​ pat Robenalt on​‌ the shoulder and​‍ say,

“Who​​‍ does everything right‌ from the start?”‌‌

“If⁠‌‍ the time comes‌​‍ when my younger‌ brother Leonard starts⁠ plotting something, the⁠​ only outsider who​ could help Ellen‌‌​ would be that⁠‌‍ man. So I want to give‌ him a bit‍‌‍ of support.”

“I​ can agree to‌​ that, but it’s‍⁠‌ been a while‍ since someone’s caught⁠​ your interest this‍‍ much, Linus.”

“Well,‌⁠ the affairs of⁠⁠ the Belmierd family‍‍ are their own⁠ problem, but that‌ man will influence​ the Beltus family​‍‌ one way or‌​‌ another. It won’t‍ be a bad​​ thing.”

Robenalt‌​ didn’t know what‌‍‌ Linus was thinking,⁠ but it seemed‌‍​ he held Dereck‌⁠‌ in high regard.‍​

With‍⁠ a relaxed smile,‌​​ Linus placed his​ hand on Robenalt’s​ shoulder and, with‍‌‍ the scent of⁠​⁠ alcohol on him,‌ said,

“In‍‍ my opinion, it’s​ about time to​ reform Beltus.”

“W-what​‌‍ are you saying,⁠‍ Linus? You can’t‍ say something like⁠‍‌ that so lightly…”‍‌⁠

“That‍⁠ magic instructor of‍​⁠ common birth, Dereck,‍ will try to‌‍ rise somehow. In‍​ the process, he’ll‌‍ inevitably clash with​ your father.”

The‍⁠ Duke of Beltus‌‍‌ was someone who‌ would trample and​ destroy anyone for​⁠‌ power, using and⁠​ even selling his⁠‍ own relatives without‌​ hesitation.

How⁠⁠‌ did Linus view‍‌‌ that man, so⁠‌ obsessed with power?‌​ At the very‍ least, Robenalt had​‍⁠ never thought about​​‍ it.

Having‌⁠‍ left behind Belmierd’s‍⁠ influence, Linus seemed‌‌ to predict the⁠‌ political future of​‍ the southwest even⁠ while drowning himself⁠⁠​ in alcohol and⁠⁠ gambling.

Robenalt‍⁠ knew Linus’s intuition​‌ well.

The‌ reason he could​‍‌ wander through casinos​ and live drunk​​‍ without ending up​ on the streets⁠‍ was thanks to​​ that innate sense.⁠

An‍​‍ intuition that saw‌‍ deeply into people—Linus​‌ had an exceptional​⁠ ability to measure⁠ someone’s worth.

He⁠⁠​ was painting a grand picture. Though‌‌‌ Robenalt couldn’t see⁠​ it, Linus viewed​​ the politics of‍‌ the southwest as‍ a vast canvas.‌​⁠

“If‌ you give him‌ a small push,‍​‌ he’ll help uproot​​⁠ Beltus one way‌‍​ or another. So,‍‍‍ if the chance​ comes, take it,‍⁠ Robenalt.”

“Linus…⁠​ I’m a man​‌ of Beltus, and⁠ I can’t stay​‌‌ quiet if you‍‍‌ badmouth Beltus like‍⁠‌ that.”

“Ah,⁠ right. Sorry, sorry.​ Just think about⁠⁠ it.”

Linus‌ wasn’t unaware.

Robenalt,⁠‍​ the eldest heir​‌​ of Beltus, was‍⁠‍ a narrow-minded man‌ who lived like‍⁠ a machine, moving​​⁠ according to Duke⁠ Beltus’s orders without‌ harboring any great​‍ ambition.

Perhaps‍⁠‌ living that way‍​ his whole life‌⁠ might even bring​ him happiness.

However,⁠​‌ sometimes opportunities arise⁠‌ to break the‌ cradle.

There​ are moments when⁠‍ one faces an‍‍​ enormous, inexplicable wall—and‍​ times when one⁠​‍ must destroy the​​ values of life‌‌ built up until​‌‍ now.

In⁠ Linus’s eyes, Dereck‌ was more than⁠​ capable of bringing​ about such a change.

“You​ and Denise live‌ under the shadow‌ of Beltus’s glory.​ Do you think‌‍ that life will‍ last forever?”

“…”‌

“Robenalt,⁠ you can feel​ deep gratitude toward‌ the Beltus family‍‍‌ for raising and​ supporting you, and⁠ you can consider‍ loyalty a virtue—but‍‍‌ think about it,‌‌ just once.”

The⁠‌ heir of Beltus‌‌ and the heir⁠ of Belmierd.

The‍​ two men, staring‍‍​ at each other​‌ over their drinks,⁠​⁠ had completely different​ values and ways‌ of living.

“You‍⁠​ are the next​⁠​ head of Beltus.‌‍‌ Think about the‌ weight of that‌ fact.”

***⁠‍​

Whooosh!‍⁠‍

Crackle!⁠

The‍‍‌ enormous magic tower⁠ east of the​ main building of‌​⁠ the Beltus residence.‍

The​​ place where the‌​‍ mages affiliated with​ Duke Beltus conducted⁠‌ their research and​ training—it was the‌⁠ symbol of all‌​ the magical achievements‌ accumulated by the​‍ mages, including the⁠​‍ Grand Duke himself.⁠​

At‍ the top of‌​ the tower, higher⁠⁠ than the main‌‌‍ building, a protective​‌​ emergency circle was‌ inscribed, which could‌​ be activated in‌ times of crisis.⁠‌

The⁠⁠‍ protection circle, supervised⁠ by Grand Duke​‌‌ Beltus himself and‍ constructed over nearly⁠‌‍ half a year​⁠ by four to‍​⁠ six mages of⁠ at least 4-star‍‍ rank, once activated,⁠​‍ completely isolated the​ main building and​⁠‌ every facility, identified​‍‌ intruders, and unleashed​ magical bombardments—it was‍‌ a decisive weapon​​ for siege defense.​

The‌‍‌ circle had already‌⁠ begun to activate,​ expanding until it‌‌ covered the entire​ sky.

It​ was the gigantic​ magic circle that‌⁠‍ had never been‍​‍ activated since the‍‌​ Beltus mansion was​‍⁠ completed.

As⁠‌ one of the​‍ most important facilities,⁠⁠⁠ control over the​‌ circle was limited‌⁠ to Grand Duke⁠‌‌ Beltus, a few⁠‌‌ direct relatives, and‍ two high-ranking retainers⁠​ of absolute trust.​​

Among⁠ them, Robenalt was‍​ the highest authority​ in charge of​‌⁠ this magic tower.​‍‌

“Scribe…!‍‌‌ Legal officer…! Report‍‍​ to the main‍​‍ building that the‌‌‍ protection circle is​ active…!”

“Y-yes…!‌ Young master…!”

Robenalt,‍‌ clutching the necessary​‍ magic stones, hurried‌‍ down the spiral⁠ staircase from the‍ top of the​ tower.

As⁠‍ soon as the​‍‌ anomaly in the⁠‍‌ mansion had occurred,​​‍ he had climbed​‍⁠ up to activate​ the circle. Now,​​‍ he only needed​⁠‍ to endure until⁠ it fully deployed.​

Though​⁠ timid and fearful​ by nature, he⁠ knew very well⁠ what had to‍⁠​ be done.

The⁠‌ protection circle, built‍ by numerous high-ranking⁠‍​ mages over countless​ years, was already‌ beyond what any​ single individual could‌​‌ create—practically a weapon‌ of war. Activating‌ it even once‌‍ would incur astronomical‌‍​ costs, but now‌‍ was not the​ time to think⁠ about that.

‘Once⁠ it’s fully activated,‍‌‍ I can handle​​⁠ the rest…’

Even​‍ a 5-star mage‍ couldn’t break it​​ with fire alone;​​​ destroying it would‍ take a 6-star​ mage a considerable⁠ amount of time.‌

Of‍‌ course, at that⁠‍ very moment, a 6-star mage—the necromancer‍‌ Fina—was present in‍⁠ the Beltus mansion,​ but Robenalt didn’t​‌ know that.

However,⁠​ her necromancy wasn’t‍‌⁠ focused on destructive‌​ power.

Just​ as Robenalt thought,⁠ once the protection‍ circle was activated,‍⁠ the chaos within⁠ the mansion would‍ stabilize.

With‌ the circle’s support,​‍ Orel’s mercenaries would‍‍‍ clear the monsters⁠​​ one by one,⁠⁠‍ securing each section‌​‍ and holding the‍‌ line.

Even​​ so, Robenalt couldn’t‌ help but swallow⁠‌‌ nervously.

‘I‌‌ don’t know what’s⁠‌‌ happening inside the​ mansion, but if‌‌ things have reached​ this point… whoever’s​​‍ responsible must know‌‌ the internal affairs​‌⁠ of the Beltus‍⁠ mansion very well.’​

The​⁠ monsters were coming⁠​ from within.

Judging​‌‌ by the situation,⁠‌ someone had prepared⁠⁠⁠ everything in advance.​‌‍

If⁠​ the plan was⁠​​ so well-crafted, they⁠​‍ would also know‌⁠​ about the power‌‍‌ of the protective‌‍ circle of the⁠‌‍ magic tower.

They‍ would know that‌⁠‍ attacking the Beltus​​​ mansion in a siege was suicide.‍​

In⁠⁠ that case, before⁠​‌ the circle could‍ fully expand, they‌ would try to​​ capture the magic‌ tower first. The⁠‌ tower was the⁠⁠‌ key strategic point.⁠

And​ who was supposed‍ to protect that⁠​‍ tower?

No​ one but Robenalt.⁠‌

“Don’t⁠ tremble… you can⁠‍ do this…”

Robenalt‌​​ went down to‍ the middle floor‍‌ and shouted to‌‌ his servants and​ mages.

“Take⁠​‌ defensive positions immediately!‍‌​ Eliminate the monsters‍⁠ gathering near the​‌ tower! We must‌ make sure there‌ are no variables!”⁠​

“Yes,⁠ my lord!”

Normally,⁠‌ the servants didn’t‍‌ follow Robenalt much.‌‍‌

However,‌ they weren’t foolish⁠ enough to disobey​ orders in an⁠​ urgent situation.

They​⁠‍ immediately began checking‌​ the surroundings from⁠ the tower and‍ took defensive positions.‍

Fortunately,⁠ from above, everything‍⁠‍ could be seen‍ clearly.

Orel’s‍​‍ mercenaries, who had‍​ left the barracks,​ began clearing monsters​​⁠ as they advanced⁠ toward the main‍​‍ building.

The‍‍ main building was​ half-destroyed. Considering the⁠‍⁠ fire giant and‍ the demonic hand‌‌‌ that had covered‍‍ the sky just‌​‍ moments ago, it​‍‍ was very likely‍​ that Grand Duke‍‍ Beltus was fighting​​ some entity.

“I’d​⁠⁠ like to go‍⁠ to the main‌ building and check​​⁠ right now, but​ I must not​ forget my duty…!”​‍

The‍‍⁠ victory condition for‍ House Beltus was‍⁠ to activate the⁠​‍ protection circle and‌​​ isolate the intruders​⁠ by sections to⁠ defeat them one‍​‌ by one.

Since⁠‍⁠ Robenalt held the‍‌​ key to the‌​​ circle, he couldn’t​‍​ act recklessly.

“What‌‍ is that…?”

While​‍ watching everything from‍‍ the tower, Robenalt‌ felt something strange.‍⁠‍

The⁠ Beltus mansion grounds⁠‌​ were as large‌ as a decent-sized‌ village.

The⁠ enormous outer wall‌ that followed the‌‍​ perimeter was larger⁠​ than that of‌⁠‌ most noble territories.‌‍

Beyond‌ the wall, in‍‍⁠ the forest, there‍​⁠ were armies he‍​ had never seen‍​ before.

In‌⁠‍ the center stood⁠ the main building​ where the Grand​​ Duke lived.

Around‌ it were the⁠⁠⁠ barracks, the training⁠ grounds, the gardens,‌⁠‍ the magic tower,⁠⁠‍ and the servants’‍‍ quarters, all protected‌ by the outer‍⁠​ walls.

And‌ beyond that, there‌‌ was only forest—yet​‌​ he could see⁠‌‌ unknown riders advancing⁠ among the trees.⁠⁠‌

Robenalt‌‌ and his servants⁠‌ opened their eyes‌​ wide in shock.⁠‌

Approaching​​⁠ the southern gate⁠‌ of the mansion⁠​ were the private​​ soldiers sent by‍‌ Count Belmierd. The⁠‌‍ emblem was clearly⁠ visible on their‌⁠‍ banners.

At⁠⁠ the front was‍‌ Ellen, who had‍⁠‍ received full authority‌ over Belmierd’s forces,​​ riding toward them.⁠⁠

To‌ the northeast were‌​ members of the⁠⁠ Beldern mercenary group,‌ allies of Dereck.⁠‍‍

Leading​ the front line⁠​ was the one-armed‌‍‍ general, Jayden.

He​‍ was a veteran‍​ mercenary who had​‌‍ participated in the​ Dawn War and‌‌ was the central⁠‍⁠ figure of the‌ Beldern mercenary corps.‌‍‍

Furthermore,​⁠ Countess Rodelia’s unit​ was already running‍‌ through the gardens⁠​ of the Beltus‌ mansion.

They⁠​‌ glanced at the⁠‌ magic tower that​ was beginning to⁠⁠‍ emit a faint⁠‌ power, but continued‍ advancing toward the⁠ main building.

“This‌ can’t be… Belmierd⁠‌​ has drawn swords⁠ against Beltus…? And‍ Renuel too…? Who…‍​‍ who could have‌‍ mobilized all these​ forces…!”

Robenalt‍‍ thought, trembling.

Grand​ Duke Beltus never‍ hesitated to antagonize⁠‌⁠ and crush other‍ powers, but Belmierd​‌ was different.

To‌‍ move Belmierd—a house‍‍ that sat like‍​⁠ an old lion‌ observing the situation—would⁠ take more than‍⁠ ordinary trust.

‘We‌​‍ must complete the​​‍ protection circle before​ it spreads any‌‌ further…! Captain Orel⁠‌ is a veteran​⁠​ commander, but he​ won’t be able‌ to stop them​⁠‌ alone…!’

“How⁠​ much longer until​⁠⁠ the protection circle‌ is complete?”

“It’s⁠⁠ already more than⁠⁠ seventy percent done!‌​ Once the magic‍ purification process of​ the tower is‌⁠ finished, we can‍⁠​ immediately isolate each⁠‌⁠ section!”

“We​ must finish before‌‌⁠ Countess Rodelia’s forces‌‍ reach the main‌‍‌ building!”

“U-understood!‌​‍ Even if they⁠⁠‌ reach the main‍‌ building… once the‌‌ protection circle is‍‍ deployed, we’ll have‍​ many ways to‌ confront them!”

The‌ tower servants boasted‌​ confidently.

Since​⁠‍ it was a protection circle equivalent‌⁠ to a five-star-level​‍ spell, they weren’t‍‍​ wrong.

Once⁠‍​ activated, the Grand​‌​ Duke’s mansion would‌⁠ have a real⁠ chance to counterattack.‌‌‌

The⁠ protection circle would‍ isolate each section​​​ and create an‍ environment where they‍⁠ could bombard freely.⁠‌‍

Countess​⁠‍ Rodelia’s forces, charging‌‌ recklessly toward the‍⁠ main building, would⁠‌‍ be surrounded and‌ unable to act.‌‍​

‘…’⁠‌‍

However,‌⁠​ a sense of‌​ unease crawled inside‌​ Robenalt.

Countess‌ Rodelia was a veteran among veterans,‍ someone who had​⁠​ commanded countless battlefields—not​ only on Rodentz‍‍​ Island.

For⁠​ someone like her‌‍ to charge directly⁠​ into the main‍ building without inside‍‍‌ information about the​ mansion…

Anyone‌​‌ could see that‌‍‌ the power of⁠‌⁠ the magic circle‌​​ emanating from the‍​​ tower was unusual.⁠

In‌⁠ an environment full‍‍⁠ of variables, the⁠​ image of Countess‍ Rodelia charging into‌⁠​ the deepest part‍ of enemy territory​ was strange.

An⁠ inevitable question arose.‍‌​

Would⁠‍ a battle-hardened veteran‍ really act so‍ recklessly?

It⁠​⁠ was a scene​ filled with too‍⁠ much inconsistency.

As⁠⁠⁠ if she were‌⁠ absolutely certain that⁠‌ the path to⁠⁠ the main building‍‍ would inevitably open.⁠​

The‌‍ reason she hadn’t‍‍​ even diverted her​‍ forces to the‍ tower to neutralize‍‌⁠ the protection circle​‍ first…

Only⁠‍⁠ one possibility came⁠‍ to Robenalt’s mind.‍

“A⁠ detachment…! She sent⁠ a detachment…!”

“W-what?!”‌

“Listen‌ carefully, everyone…! Killing‌ the monsters around‍​⁠ the tower is⁠‍ important, but… maintaining‌⁠ strict vigilance is​​ even more crucial…!”​‌

“Y-yes…!⁠​ But there are​⁠‌ too many monsters,​ and the situation‌‌ is chaotic with‌ creatures that already‌‍⁠ entered the tower…!”‌

“That’s‍ exactly what the‍​​ enemy wants! I don’t know what​ trick they used,​ but their goal‌​‌ is to throw‍‍ the mansion into‌​ chaos. Taking advantage​‌ of that void,‌‌ they plan to‍ seize the key‌​‍ facilities first! So​ for now, forget‍​ the commotion caused‍⁠‍ by the monsters…”​⁠‌

Robenalt’s‌ words were cut‌​ off.

Boom!‌ Crash!

The‌ inner wall connecting‌⁠ to the corridor.‌‌‍

A huge explosion erupted​​⁠ from that wall—it⁠ was magic of‍​ at least three-star⁠‌​ level.

Crash!⁠‌ Crackle!

Thud,​​​ thud, thud, thud​‌‌

The​‌​ magic tower, centered‍‍ around the spiral​⁠ staircase, extended to‍ the top floor.​‌⁠

There‌‍‍ were already intruders​​ who had managed⁠⁠‌ to slip in,​‌⁠ taking advantage of‌​ the chaos caused‌‌ by the monsters.⁠⁠

When⁠ Robenalt activated the‌​ tower’s protection and⁠‍ came down to​ the middle floor,⁠⁠ they had already‌‌ quickly infiltrated inside.​⁠

Whoosh!⁠

Smoke​‌ entered through the‌ shattered wall, and‍ the few servants⁠​ and mages in‌⁠ the room took⁠ up battle positions.⁠

Dust⁠‌ rose from the‍⁠‍ collapsed wall. Robenalt⁠ also gripped the⁠ edge of his​ cloak tightly and⁠ swallowed hard.

He‌‍‌ was someone whom‍‍ Countess Rodelia trusted⁠ enough to turn‌‌ her back on.‌​ He couldn’t afford​⁠‌ to let his‍​ guard down.

Thump,⁠⁠ thump.

‘Damn‍‍ it…! Damn it…!’​

Robenalt’s‌ heart began to‍‌‍ pound uncontrollably.

In⁠ a situation where‌⁠ his life was​ at stake, combined⁠⁠ with the enemy’s‌​‍ attack, his hands⁠‌‌ began to tremble.⁠

No⁠​‍ matter who came‍⁠​ out of that‌⁠‌ dust, he couldn’t⁠ back down.

The‍‍ ones guarding the​ tower’s command room‍ with Robenalt—the four​‌ servants—were mages who​​ had already mastered​‍ second-level magic. They‍ weren’t people who⁠ would fall easily.‍‌

In‍‍ that extremely tense‍ atmosphere, the mages‌‍​ who had gathered​ magical power stared‌‍​ fixedly at the‍ collapsed inner wall.‌‍

In⁠‌⁠ that tension, where​‌‍ every second felt⁠⁠‍ like an eternity,‌​‍ when the dust‌​⁠ finally settled—no one‌‌ was there.

“…What?”​‍

Bang!⁠

By⁠ the time they‍‍‍ realized that breaking⁠‍ the inner wall‍​‍ had been a diversion, it was⁠⁠‌ already too late.⁠

A man burst through‍‍ the main door⁠‍‌ of the command​​‌ room.

The​ door, ripped off​ its hinges by⁠‍​ the man’s weight,​⁠​ crushed one of‌⁠​ the servants standing⁠‍ in front of​ it.

“Argh!”​​​

Bang!​‌ Crash!

The​‍ servant, pinned beneath​ the torn-off door,‌ tried to struggle,‌‍⁠ but a first-level‍​⁠ combat spell, Fire⁠ Arrow, pierced through‌‌‍ him.

The‍​​ servant foamed at⁠ the mouth and‌​ lost consciousness from‍‍‌ the severe burns‌‌​ and pain. One‌⁠‌ of the four‍‍ had already fallen​‌ at the start‍‍ of the battle.‍​‌

“Y-you’re…!”‌‌‍

At‌‌ the instant Robenalt‌ clenched his teeth‍​‌ and gathered his⁠‍ magic—

The⁠ white-haired man in⁠‍ mercenary attire who‌‍​ had burst in,‌⁠‍ Baron Dereck Lydorf‍​‌ Ravenclaw, was already​ forming another spell‍‌ in his hand.‍‍ He had been​‌ chanting it even‌ before bursting through‍‍‍ the door, so⁠​‌ there was no‍​ way to catch⁠‍‌ up to him‌‌ in speed.

Whoosh!⁠‌

First-level​ transformation magic, Creation‌‍ of Light.

Dereck’s⁠​‌ movements, specialized in‌​ orchestrating the battlefield⁠ and overwhelming enemies,‌‍ were an insurmountable​⁠ wall to scholars‌‍‌ accustomed to noble⁠ culture.

“Argh!”‌‌‌

In‍‍‍ an instant, everyone‍​ had to shut⁠⁠​ their eyes at‍ the sudden flash.⁠​

Taking⁠‍‍ advantage of that‌‌⁠ brief moment when‍ the enemy’s vision‌‌⁠ was obstructed, Dereck‌‌‍ leapt onto the⁠ desk near the‌ door and lunged,‌‍⁠ tackling one of​‍ the servants.

He​‌ plunged a knife​⁠​ into the servant’s⁠ thigh and, before‍ he could even⁠ scream in pain,​ grabbed him by⁠​ the neck and​ hurled him backward.⁠

His‍‍‌ movements flowed like​ water.

Thus,​ Robenalt lost his‍⁠‍ second servant.

“Attack…!‌‌ Attack!”

Thud!‍

“Ugh!”‍​

And‌ just as another⁠‍‌ servant, who had‌⁠‌ barely regained his⁠ sight, was about‌‍​ to shout while⁠⁠ gathering magic, Dereck’s‍ boot flew up‍ and struck him‌​‍ in the throat.‍

Taking‍​‍ down a servant,‌⁠​ then kicking backward,⁠‌‍ one of the‍ two remaining lost‍⁠ his breath for‍​‌ an instant—but with‌‌ almost superhuman mental​​‌ strength, he kept⁠‍ his composure and‍​​ cast a first-level​​‍ combat spell, Magic‌⁠‌ Arrow, aiming at​⁠‌ Dereck.

Thud!‍⁠‍

The‍ magic arrow grazed‍‍ Dereck’s shoulder, but⁠ the impact hit‌​⁠ fully.

The​‌ pain was intense,​​‍ but Dereck gritted‌ his teeth and⁠ endured it, as‍‍ if already accustomed‌ to it.

His‌‌ expression, frowning for⁠ just an instant,⁠​‍ was that of⁠‍‌ a berserker unfazed​‍ by pain.

Living​ as a mercenary​​‌ surrounded by labyrinths⁠⁠‍ and monsters meant‌⁠ taking direct hits⁠​‌ from magic or‌​‍ swords more than⁠‌​ once.

The⁠‌ difference between those‍‍⁠ who endure pain​‌ and those who⁠‍ don’t is clearly​​​ seen in real‌ combat.

“Huff…!”⁠‌

“Stop!​​ Damn you!”

When‍‍‍ Dereck grabbed the⁠‌ servant who still‍ had some sanity⁠ left by the‌ neck, the last​ servant drew his​‌ sword and charged​ at him.

But​‌ when Dereck used⁠ the other servant’s‍‌ body as a shield, the attacker’s‍ sword stopped short.‍‌⁠

“Ugh…!”​

A moment of hesitation.​

Dereck,‌​‍ a veteran of​ real combat, didn’t⁠ waste that opening.‌

He‌​ threw the unconscious​​ servant and kicked‌​ the hilt of‌‌ the sword, sending‌⁠‍ it flying from​ the retainer’s hands.‌

As‌‍‍ the now-disarmed servant‌​ stared at him‌⁠ in terror, Dereck​ had already closed⁠ the distance and‍​‍ drove his fist⁠‍ into his solar‍‌‍ plexus.

“Ugh,​‌ huff…”

The⁠⁠⁠ last servant rolled​⁠‍ across the floor,‌‍‍ and Dereck pounced‌⁠​ on him, pinning‍⁠ him down.

Soon,⁠⁠‌ his breathing steadied—he​ was unconscious.

How⁠ many seconds had​⁠‌ passed until this​⁠⁠ point?

In‍‌‌ that instant of​ confusion and held‍⁠​ breath, all the⁠‍‌ servants in the‌‌​ command room had⁠‍ fallen. Only Robenalt‍‍​ and Dereck remained.​‌

Sitting​⁠⁠ atop the last⁠‍ unconscious servant, Dereck​‌ confirmed he was‌ completely out of‍ combat and immediately‍​‌ lifted his gaze.‌​‌

The​‍ last guardian of‍‍ the command room,‍‌‍ Prince Robenalt, was​‌‍ now reflected in‌‌ his eyes.

‘Huff…!’‌‍⁠

Immediately,⁠‌ fear filled Robenalt’s‍ heart.

Even‌ so, he clenched‍‌ his teeth and‌‌‌ grabbed the magic‌⁠ wand lying on‌‌ the desk.

“Baron​⁠‍ Ravenclaw…”

“….”​

Dereck,⁠ who didn’t even⁠​ respond, looked possessed​​ by a specter.‍‍

The​‌ Dereck who walked‌⁠‍ the battlefield was⁠⁠​ completely different in‌ aura and presence​​ from the one​⁠ who sat quietly⁠ in a noble⁠ mansion.

Fina‍​​ had once said‌​ that Dereck’s true⁠ abilities only emerged‌ in blood-soaked places.‍⁠

And⁠​‍ now he proved‌⁠ it—his eyes were‍⁠ icy, infinitely cold.​‍ Compared to his‌​ gentle demeanor with​​​ Aiselin, the difference‍⁠ was enough to‌‌‍ freeze anyone’s blood.​‍

— Robenalt. If you⁠​ ever meet Baron​‍​ Ravenclaw, it would‌‍ be wise to​‍ be very careful.​⁠‌

The⁠⁠‌ words of his⁠‌ old friend Linus,‌‍ spoken between laughs,​ echoed in his​⁠‍ mind.

‘Huff…⁠‌⁠ Huff…’

When‌​‌ Robenalt was young,​‌ he had once‍⁠ encountered a wild​ wolf in the‌‌‍ forest while returning‌​‍ by carriage.

In‍ front of that⁠⁠‌ beast, radiating a seasoned presence even‍ amid its killing‌‌​ intent, it was⁠⁠ impossible to tell‌ who was the⁠‍ hunter and who‌​ the prey.

An​‌⁠ immense fear engulfed​‌ him.

The​‌ feeling he had‌‍ now was exactly​ the same.

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