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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 135: The Subjugation of Beltus (9)

Chapter 135: The Subjugation of Beltus (9)

“Most‌ of the monsters‍‍ in the west‍ have already been‌ eliminated. The mercenaries‍‍‍ dispersed and nearly‍⁠ all the key‌‌ points have been⁠​ recovered. It’s a relief that Lady⁠​‌ Denise doesn’t seem‌‍‌ to be seriously‌‍ injured.”

“Oh,‍‍ Orel…!”

“Please⁠ be careful, Lady​⁠ Denise. The members‌⁠ who went to​‍‍ scout around the‍‍ mansion have already⁠ returned with their‌‌ report. It was​‌ this man who‌⁠​ subdued young master⁠ Robenalt, who was​ guarding the magic‌‌‌ tower in the‌ east. There is⁠ a high possibility‌​‌ that he’s related‌ in some way‌ to the chaos⁠​ spreading through Beltus​⁠⁠ territory.”

Captain‍⁠⁠ Orel was a man with good⁠ instincts.

Even⁠ in this chaos-covered⁠​‌ situation, he instinctively⁠ knew that Dereck​⁠ was not an​ ally.

He‍‍ shook his sword‍‍ once and then⁠ straightened, fixing a cold gaze on‌​ Dereck.

Orel‌⁠ was an older​⁠‌ man, but he‍​ could not be‍‌ treated as a washed-up veteran. His‍‌ right arm stood‌ out with muscle,​⁠ and his belt,​ strapped to his​‍⁠ thigh, was adorned‍ with all kinds‍‍​ of adventuring gear.​‍‍

Although‌⁠‌ he had been‍‍ assigned as an⁠⁠​ escort in the‌⁠ noble house for‍⁠⁠ a long time,⁠⁠ it was clear‌ that he continued⁠ training so as‌⁠⁠ not to lose‌ his combat edge.‌‍

As‌‍ the leader of‌ the largest mercenary​‍‍ group in the‍ southwest of the⁠​⁠ continent, Orel’s maturity⁠ could not be‌ ignored, regardless of⁠ his age.

“I‌ heard you were‌‍‍ part of the​ Beldern Mercenary Group​​ that Jayden formed.​⁠⁠ Is that true?”‌⁠

He⁠‌​ seemed to be⁠‍ an old acquaintance⁠​‍ of Jayden, the​‌‍ mercenary captain Dereck‌ trusted.

When‌​‌ Dereck nodded without‌ lowering his guard,⁠​⁠ Orel grinned broadly‌​‍ and said.

“So​⁠ that Jayden, who‌‌‍ went through so⁠ much hardship in‍‍ the Dawn War,‌ ended up retiring⁠ to serve people⁠‌‌ like you, huh?”‍‍​

“To‌⁠​ be honest, it’s⁠​ more like living​ off odd jobs.‌ The members should⁠ be arriving in​‌ Beltus territory now—it’d​ be nice to​⁠‌ see Uncle Jayden​‍ again after so‍‍​ long.”

“Unfortunately,‌⁠ I’m not senile‌‍⁠ enough to reminisce⁠​⁠ about the past⁠⁠​ in a situation‍‍‌ like this.”

Captain‌ Orel stroked his⁠ beard and examined​⁠​ Dereck’s condition.

He​ had cut through‌‌ monsters, infiltrated the‍‍‍ tower, subdued Robenalt,‌ and neutralized the‍ protective magic.

And⁠‍ yet he didn’t‍⁠‍ seem tired. He‍‌ was undoubtedly someone​​​ with extensive combat‌‌⁠ experience.

“I’m‌⁠​ sorry to say‌ this, but I’m⁠‍‌ not gentlemanly enough‍​ to fight fair​‍⁠ one-on-one. So don’t‌‌‌ get any stupid​‌​ ideas.”

When​⁠ Orel raised his‌ arm to give​‌⁠ the signal, about​ a dozen members⁠‌⁠ who had been‍ guarding Denise spread‌​⁠ out and surrounded⁠⁠‌ him.

They‌⁠​ were elites personally​ chosen by Orel.​ Each one had‌‌‌ enough experience to‍‌ be called a veteran, so no‍‍⁠ matter how much⁠​‍ of a genius‌ Dereck was, offsetting⁠‌ the difference in‌​ numbers seemed difficult.​‍​

“We⁠ need to subdue‌‌ you quickly and⁠​‌ deal with the‌ situation in the‌ main house…”

“The⁠ main house goes‌ first, Orel!”

But‌ Denise jumped forward,⁠‍ spread her arms,‍​ and blocked Orel’s​‍‍ path.

Orel‍⁠​ froze, trembling, and⁠‌ looked at Denise​‌‌ in bewilderment.

“Lady‍⁠‌ Denise?”

Orel​‍ had protected Beltus‍ territory since Denise⁠ was barely able​‍ to walk.

He​ knew her well​​‍ enough to be⁠‍⁠ shocked by her‍⁠ outburst.

Denise‍​​ was breathing roughly,‍‌⁠ confused even with‍ herself.

She‍‍ also saw Orel—who⁠ had protected the⁠⁠ Beltus mansion for‌ many years—as a more fatherly figure‌‌​ than the Grand‌⁠ Duke Beltus himself.‍‌⁠

Even⁠ though he was​⁠‌ just a mercenary‌⁠ who worked for‌ money, he always‍ fulfilled his duty​‍‌ with excellence.

During‍‌ the time he​‌‍ was contracted, he⁠‍‌ was an absolute‍‍⁠ ally—a model mercenary.​

That‌‌⁠ was why the‌‍‍ mercenaries in the‌ Ebelstein sector respected​ him as a role model.

“Look,​‌‍ look at the‍​ situation in the‌​ main house, Orel!‍‍​ You have to‌⁠‌ prioritize…! It’s more​‌ important to check‌⁠ Father’s condition than‌​⁠ to capture that‌ wandering baron over⁠‍ there…!”

Bang!​⁠⁠ Bang! Boom!

Just​‌ as Denise said⁠⁠⁠ that, a roar​​ echoed from the​‍‍ main house.

It‍‌ was the demon⁠ summoned by the‍‍ Grand Duke Beltus‍‍ roaring, and the⁠​ sound of Rodelia’s⁠ unit fighting the​⁠ Archlich in the⁠​​ main hall. The‍‌​ screams of fleeing⁠‍ servants overlapped.

The⁠ very ground of​‌​ Beltus mansion trembled.⁠‌‍

If‍​ the clearing of‌⁠ monsters in the‌​‌ surroundings was almost⁠‍ complete, the first⁠​ priority was to​ run to the‍⁠⁠ Grand Duke in​⁠‌ the main house.‌⁠

In⁠‍ fact, Orel had⁠ been heading there.‍‌⁠ He had found‌ the two of‍ them only by‍ coincidence.

“Look⁠‌​ at the state⁠​ of the main⁠ house. Father probably‌​⁠ won’t be safe…!”‍‌

Denise’s‍ argument was correct.‍‌‌

Even⁠‍⁠ in this chaos,‍⁠‍ her ability to⁠‍⁠ prioritize showed her⁠​‍ composure.

But⁠ Orel felt a strange discomfort at⁠⁠ her desperate attitude.‌

“Are‍ you trying to⁠⁠ defend that man‌ now?”

“Ugh…”⁠‌‌

“…”​​​

What‍⁠ Orel saw next⁠ left him speechless.⁠

Everyone‌ in Beltus mansion​‍ knew Denise well—the‍​ elegant, dignified lady‌⁠​ who always prioritized⁠‌ practicality over emotion.‍

Defending‍​​ Baron Ravenclaw, who‍‌ was theoretically part⁠​‍ of the chaos‍‍ in the mansion,​‌ was completely contrary​ to her character.⁠‌​

Seeing‌ Denise tense and⁠ breathing heavily, Orel⁠ ran a hand‍⁠ over his troubled‌⁠​ face.

“Lady‍​‌ Denise. This is‌ not the time‌⁠ for personal feelings‌ to ruin things.”⁠​

“N-no…‌ that’s not…”

“My‍‌ long experience tells⁠‌ me this. In⁠‍ moments like this,⁠⁠​ there is no‌ way a man‌⁠⁠ wandering around the⁠‌ mansion is unrelated‌⁠​ to the cause‍ of the chaos.”⁠‌

He‌ had to be⁠ captured and forced⁠​‍ to testify about​‌‍ the situation.

Orel’s‌ words were so⁠ logical they were​⁠ hard to refute.‌

That​ was why Denise​‍ had only one​‌‌ option.

Appeal​‌ to authority.

“You​ have to listen​​ to me, Orel.”‌‍‌

Denise⁠⁠ looked at him⁠‍‍ trembling.

“…”‌

Orel‍⁠⁠ looked into her‌ firm eyes with‌‌​ a complicated expression.‌​

He⁠ had watched Denise‌⁠⁠ grow up.

He‍⁠ knew she never‌​ involved herself in‌ unnecessary matters.

She‌​​ always acted according‍ to the will‌​ of the Grand⁠ Duke Beltus, like​ a piece moved‍⁠ on a board.​‌

It‍​ was the first⁠ time she showed​⁠‍ such determination in⁠ front of him.‌​

He​‍‌ briefly remembered her​‍ childhood.

The‌​​ girl chasing a ball in the‌⁠ garden, the girl​‍ who cried after⁠⁠ accidentally entering the‌ barracks area.

Now​​‍ she was no⁠ longer that child.​⁠⁠

She‌‌ had the face‌‌⁠ of an heir.‌​​

“Reanalyze‌‍‍ the situation, Orel.‌​‍ Even as empty​⁠‍ words—do you truly​‌​ believe Father will‌​​ be safe in‍‍ this scenario? I…‍​ don’t think so.”‌⁠

The‍‍ Grand Duke Beltus​‌ was the law⁠ and justice of‍ that house.

He‌⁠⁠ distrusted everything, sacrificed‍‌⁠ family, and discarded‌‍​ whatever was necessary.​⁠

Orel‍ knew that well.‌⁠​

Even‍​ the Grand Duchess,‌​ whom he claimed​​‌ to love, was⁠ someone he would‍ have sacrificed if‌​ it suited him.‍‍⁠

If‍​ it hadn’t been‍ for his astronomical​‌​ salary, Orel would​‌ never have worked‍‍⁠ under someone like⁠‌ that.

“If‌​ something happens to‍‌ Father, who do‌ you think will​ take the helm⁠‍‌ of this faltering​​‌ Beltus?”

Of⁠⁠ course, it would‍⁠ be the official​ heir, Robenalt.

However,​‍ that was nothing​​⁠ more than the‌‍ succession structure determined‍‌ by family rules‍‌ — in reality,⁠‌‍ if one had‍‌⁠ to choose who​ would become the‌‌​ true figure of‌​​ power within Beltus,​ everyone would point‌‌ to Denise.

And‍ she had just⁠⁠‍ openly defended Baron‍‌ Ravenclaw.

The⁠ annual income of​‌​ Orel’s mercenary group‌ was covered by‍‌⁠ the contract fees‍‍ granted by the⁠​ Beltus family.

It‌‌ was practically impossible⁠ for Captain Orel⁠ to oppose someone‌‍‍ who was destined‍‍⁠ to become the‍‌‌ true authority and​​ decision-maker of the⁠‌‌ Beltus family.

‘I​‍ didn’t expect her‍‍ to react like‍‍‍ this.’

Orel‌ let out a hollow laugh.

It‍ was more of​ an amused reaction‍​ than a troubled⁠​ one.

It‌​ was the first⁠‍⁠ time he had​ seen Denise — usually indifferent — defend someone so‌ vehemently.

Orel‍​ glanced sideways at⁠ Dereck.

Without‌ showing surprise, Dereck​ assessed the situation,⁠ observing both Denise‌⁠⁠ and Orel.

He​‌‌ seemed confident he‌​ could handle things​​⁠ even if all⁠ the present members‌ attacked him at‍‌ once.

But‌‌ no matter how‍⁠​ skilled he was,​‌ he couldn’t possibly‌⁠ avoid every strike⁠⁠ unscathed against all​⁠ of Orel’s veteran​​‌ mercenaries.

“Even‌​ so, I have‌ to ask. Lady‍​ Denise, why are‍‌ you defending him?”‍‍

“He​‍ came to help‍‌‌ with the situation⁠⁠‍ in the Beltus⁠‍‌ mansion, which is‌‌ being manipulated by​ necromantic magic.”

“That‍ could be the‍⁠‌ justification.”

Unfortunately,‍‌ Orel was someone⁠ who had gone‍ through countless trials‌‌ and crises.

Trying​ to convince him‌‌ with superficial reasoning⁠‌⁠ wouldn’t work.

“I⁠​ believe there are⁠ only two possible⁠‌ explanations for this.”​‍

“…”​‌⁠

“The​ first could be‍​ that Lady Denise‍⁠‌ is somehow involved⁠‌⁠ in all this​⁠ chaos.”

At‌ those words, Denise​⁠ held her breath.​

In‌ short, what Captain‌⁠ Orel was implying‌⁠ was that Denise⁠‍ had planned everything​‍​ to overthrow Duke​‌ Beltus and become​​​ the true power​‌ behind the scenes.⁠

Whether​‌‍ it was Denise​ or Robenalt, both⁠⁠​ had lived as‍​‍ Beltus’s puppets, ready‍‍⁠ to be sacrificed⁠‍⁠ at any time.‌⁠

It⁠​​ wouldn’t be strange​ if, at some‌‌ point, they had‌ reached their limit⁠​ and wanted to‌ change everything.

“…No,​ it’s not that.”⁠‌⁠

“Yes.⁠⁠​ I don’t think‌‌​ so either. Lady​‌‍ Denise isn’t someone⁠ obsessed with power.‍‌⁠ So the second⁠‍ hypothesis is much⁠ more likely.”

“…What’s​ the second hypothesis?”‌

“Lady​​ Denise is simply‍‍ a young woman‌​ of that age,‍ so perhaps she’s​​ fallen head over‍​⁠ heels for Baron‌⁠‌ Ravenclaw and is‌‍ blinded by her‍​‍ emotions. The power‌​ of emotion can‌‌ be terrifying.”

“This​​​ isn’t the time​‍ for jokes, Orel.”​⁠

“I’m​​⁠ not joking.”

“…”⁠⁠​

A brief silence.

“…”‌

“…”‌

“…”‌​​

“…”‍‍

Despite‌ having known each‍⁠ other for decades,​⁠‍ an awkward silence⁠ stretched between Orel⁠⁠‍ and Denise.

At‍‍ that moment, it​ became clear — Orel was completely‌‌ serious.

However,⁠‍ there was something‍​ deeply frustrating for‍​‍ Denise.

Amidst‍‌‌ her embarrassment, cold⁠⁠ sweat, and trembling‌‌​ fingertips, she thought.‍

If​ someone asked whether​‍ Orel’s comment was‍⁠‍ entirely wrong, the​‌⁠ answer would be⁠⁠‍ — not really.‍⁠

Is‍​‍ this what it‍ means to be‌ a battle-hardened veteran?⁠

His‍ intuition was so⁠⁠‌ sharp it felt‍‌​ like he could‍ read her mind.​‌⁠

“O-Orel.‍‍​ If you have‍‌​ time to say​ things like that…”⁠

“Lady​‍ Denise. I’ve watched‍​ you grow up‌ while protecting the‍ Beltus mansion, but‌​ one must make​ rational judgments when​‌‌ the time comes.‌‌⁠ It’s fine to⁠‍​ experience emotional upheaval⁠⁠⁠ in youth, but‍​‍ even that has‌​⁠ a proper time⁠‌ and place…”

“No,​⁠ it’s not that…!‌‌ Agh!”

“…”​

Denise,‍ who had raised⁠​​ her voice for‍ no reason, blushed​⁠ bright red like⁠⁠​ a carrot and,⁠ after taking a deep breath, said.‌​

“Let’s‌‌ just go with​⁠‌ the first hypothesis.”​‍​

“…”⁠

“The​‌​ idea that I was driven by​ a desire for⁠​ power and tried‍⁠ to overthrow my​ father sounds more⁠ serious and coherent.‌ Many people have​⁠ suffered under his‍‌ tyranny. Better to‍ be seen as‌ a revolutionary who‍ toppled her family‌ for the greater⁠‌ good than as‍ a fool blinded⁠‌ by some ridiculous‍‌ crush.”

“Lady​⁠‍ Denise… I know‌‍ you’ve always lived‌ your own way,​‍‍ but this is‌ too much. Just​⁠ because you give‌‍ something a reason⁠⁠‍ doesn’t make it‍ valid…”

“Orel.‌‌⁠ Listen closely. I’m​ ashamed too.”

At‌‍‍ that point, she⁠⁠‌ had practically admitted​ everything.

However,​⁠ Denise stepped forward‍⁠ resolutely and spoke⁠ without caring about​‍⁠ the consequences.

Her⁠​ burning face made‌⁠⁠ her inner conflict‌⁠ all the more‌⁠ obvious.

“Fine.⁠ I’ll admit it.​ There was a tiny, tiny emotional​​‍ current. But! It’s‍‍ not like I’m‌⁠​ lost in a field of flowers​‍‌ like you think.”‌​‌

“I​‍ didn’t think that‍‍​ far.”

“I’m‍‍ a rational person,‍ Orel.”

“…”​⁠

Orel​‍ pressed a hand⁠ to his forehead​‍ and sighed.

It‌⁠ was an incredibly‍‍ awkward situation.

It‍⁠ was the first⁠ time he had‍‌ ever seen Denise⁠ so flustered, and⁠⁠⁠ he didn’t know​ how to respond.⁠‌‍

If‍ Denise — the⁠​ one destined to‍ become Beltus’s true‌‍‍ authority — was‌‌ losing her head⁠ over Dereck, it‌‌ would be a delicate situation for‍ Orel, whose survival‌​ depended on the​‌ Beltus family’s favor.⁠‌

He⁠‌ looked at Dereck‍⁠‍ again, now wearing‍‌‍ a baffled expression.⁠‌

In‌⁠⁠ a situation where‌ he should have‌‍‌ been charging forward‍​ to subdue Dereck,‍ they were instead‍ trapped in a stalemate, exchanging pointless‌⁠ dialogue.

Orel’s​‍ gaze turned meaningful.‌‍

Dereck⁠ Lydorf Ravenclaw, Baron.​‍​

He⁠​‌ had heard the‌ rumors.

He⁠ managed the Ravenclaw‌​​ Training Center in​ the Rodelen region⁠ and had earned⁠ the enmity of‍ Grand Duke Beltus.‌​‍

It​‍⁠ was also said‍⁠ that he had⁠ a close relationship‍⁠ with Aiselin and‌‍​ Diella of the​ Duplain family and‌‍ had once greatly‍‍⁠ aided the Belmierd‍ family.

He‌‌ didn’t know all⁠⁠​ the details, but‌​ it was clear‌‍⁠ Dereck had ties​​​ with all three⁠‍​ great families.

Not‌⁠ just acquaintances — even their future‍​ heads and influential‍‍⁠ figures supported him.‌​

Aiselin,​ Ellen, Denise.

‘In​ my experience, those‌​​ favored by the⁠‍ powerful never have⁠‍ an easy life.’‌‌

Orel​​⁠ knew enough.

To‍ be favored by​​ those who would‌ become the most⁠ influential powers on‍​‌ the continent meant⁠⁠ that sooner or‍​ later, one would⁠‍ become the target​⁠⁠ of a recruitment‍⁠ war.

If⁠⁠ all three great‌‌​ families tried to‍​‌ bring him under‍ their control, it⁠ was obvious who⁠‌⁠ would end up‍ torn apart — Dereck.

It‍⁠​ wasn’t hard to‍​ imagine the future​ heads of the‌​​ families glaring at​ each other with​‌ him caught in‌ the middle.

Just‌‌ thinking about it⁠ was enough to​ cause a headache.‌​⁠

He⁠ even considered a moment of silence‌ for that inevitable​ future.

But⁠‍ one thing was‌ certain.

If‍ they hurt each‌⁠⁠ other, they’d all‍⁠ suffer — but⁠‌‍ having him on‍‌‍ their side would⁠‍ never be a loss.

Right‍‍⁠ now, the urgent​ matter was resolving‌‌‍ the situation in​ the main house⁠⁠⁠ of Beltus.

Thus,​​‍ Orel raised his‌​ hand, and his​ men lowered their‌‍ weapons.

“…?”⁠

The‍ most bewildered expression‍ was Dereck’s.

Captain⁠‌⁠ Orel sheathed his‌ sword, stepped toward‌ Dereck, and extended⁠ his wrinkled hand.​

“After⁠ hearing Lady Denise,‍ it’s clear I gain nothing from​ opposing you now.”‌

“…That⁠ sudden?”

“Isn’t‍⁠ it better this‍​ way? You said‌ you came to‍‍ help clean up​‍ this mess in‌ Beltus. How fortunate.⁠‍‍ We’re short on‌ hands to deal‌‍⁠ with all these‍‍ monsters.”

As⁠ Orel took the‍​‍ first step, Dereck‍‍⁠ was finally able⁠ to lower his‍ guard slightly.

The‍‌ members, watching every‌ move of their‌ captain, also put‌​​ away their weapons‍​ — like a pack following its‌ leader.

Dereck,⁠​ who had been⁠ prepared for a bloody chase, stood⁠ stunned as Orel‌‌​ laughed and extended​ his hand.

And⁠​ of course, to​ have once served​‍‌ as Commander of‌ the Imperial Guard​​ required more than‍‍ brute strength.

Orel‌ was a veteran⁠‌​ in both intuition‍ and tact.

“In‍‍ any case, since​⁠​ Lady Denise spoke‌‍⁠ with such conviction,‍⁠ I’ll trust what‍‌‌ I can.”

“…”⁠

Denise,⁠ blushing and fidgeting‌​​ with her fingers,‌​‍ seemed out of‍‍‌ place, but Orel’s​⁠ decision to completely​ lower his guard⁠​‍ was sincere.

“Seriously…?”‌‌‍

Just‌‍‍ as Dereck was‌‌ about to shake⁠⁠⁠ his hand—

Boom,⁠​ boom! Boom!

Crash!‍​

Screech!‌‍

A swarm of bat-like‍⁠ monsters rose back​‌⁠ into the sky.‌​​

The‌⁠ spirits wailed, trying‌‍ to engulf the​ main house of​​ Beltus.

Amid‌ the deafening roars,⁠⁠ the Archlich’s magic⁠ also flared.

If​​ this continued, the​ mansion would soon​⁠ become a labyrinth‍⁠ of monsters and‍ spirits.

“…”‍

The⁠‌‌ eyes of both‍⁠‌ men, just about‍ to shake hands,​ narrowed.

It‍⁠ was time to‍ go capture that​⁠ demon.

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