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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 137: 4-star (2)

Chapter 137: 4-star (2)

Crash!‌ Bang!

“Ugh!”​‌‍

When⁠ the Grand Duke‍ Beltus slapped the‌ legal officer, the‌ elderly high official​​ fell backward, gasping​⁠‍ for air.

It‌‍ happened when Denise​​ had gone to‌‍ her father’s office‍⁠‌ to pay her⁠ respects.

At​‌ that time, Denise⁠​ was just over‌‍ ten years old.‍

The‌​⁠ legal officer Alderek​⁠ had reported on​ the horrors of​ the famine in⁠‍ a village on‍‍‌ the outskirts of​‍ the Beltus domain​‍‌ and insisted that⁠​ the residents’ taxes‍ in that area‍‌ should be reduced‍​ that year.

“My​ lord, our duty‍​‌ is to protect‍ the people. If⁠ we continue like‍ this, we’ll be‌‌‍ no different from​ murderers.”

Murmuring‍​‍ such words while‍‌ holding his head,⁠ the old servant​ was trampled by‍ Grand Duke Beltus‍⁠​ until he was​⁠ covered in bruises‍​‌ and blood.

“How​‌‌ dare you call⁠‌ me a murderer?”​

Grand​ Duke Beltus despised‍‌‌ subordinates who did⁠⁠​ not obey his‍ orders, so it⁠‌ was no surprise⁠‍ that Alderek soon‍⁠ disappeared from the‍ family.

Even‍‍‍ now, Denise did​‌ not know what‍ fate befell the​‍ old legal officer,‌ who had a family to support‍‌ and was already​ too old to‍ fend for himself.‍⁠

Since‌⁠ then, the immense⁠​​ power of Beltus‍⁠​ had seemed to‌⁠‍ Denise like a current—or a wall—impossible‍‍⁠ to overcome.

The⁠‌ noble lineage that⁠ had made Denise​​⁠ a distinguished young‍​ lady often became‌⁠ a weight that‌‌ oppressed its members.‍‌

Luxurious‍‍​ frilled dresses, pretty⁠ ornaments, the admiring‌​ gazes of servants,​ delicious food and​⁠ the scent of‌ perfumed candles, a beautiful garden filled⁠ with fresh plants​‍⁠ and the songs​ of birds.

The‌ naïve girl thought‌⁠⁠ to herself—

Born‍ as a daughter⁠‍​ of Beltus and​​ raised in luxury,⁠ she had to⁠ bear the responsibility‌​ that came with‌ it.

However,⁠⁠​ upon entering the​⁠ social circles of‍ Ebelstein, that thought​‌​ began to fade​‍⁠ little by little.⁠

The‌ physical distance from​‍​ the main Beltus‌ estate was considerable,​‍‌ and the atmosphere‌​ in that land​‌‌ of opportunity was⁠ completely free.

The⁠⁠ mansion built solely⁠​ for her was‌⁠‍ always quiet and‌‌‍ serene, making it⁠ a comfortable place.​​‌

As‍‌​ if sinking into‌‌ a soft bed,‌ she became completely​ absorbed in the‍‌ peaceful atmosphere of​​ Ebelstein.

She‍‍ thought that, as​ long as she⁠⁠​ could stay there​‍ forever, without worrying​ about worldly problems‍ or enduring external‍ pressures, that would‌ be enough.

For​ that reason, she⁠‍‌ had little interest‌‌‌ in the changing​‌⁠ trends of Ebelstein’s​‌ social circles and​⁠‍ no ambition in‌ the struggle for​ her family’s succession‍‍ of power.

She​​‍ simply liked things‌‌ to remain as‍ they were.

In⁠​ the corner of​​‍ a room where​‌ sunlight didn’t reach,⁠⁠⁠ occasionally playing with‌ a quill or‍ pretending to work—living​​ like that, letting⁠​​ time pass, didn’t⁠‍ seem so bad.‍‍

However,​​‌ even while thinking⁠⁠⁠ so, she had‍‌ already unconsciously understood⁠‍​ that such ambiguous​‍‌ and temporary peace‍‌ was nothing more‌ than a fleeting⁠‍ moment.

Grand‌‌ Duke Beltus, one​ way or another,⁠​ would try to‌ take advantage of‍‌‌ Denise, who had​ taken root in​⁠‍ Ebelstein’s social circles.‌​‌

One‌‍‌ way or another,‍‌ it would all‌‌‍ end in her​‌ being used or​‌ betrayed.

She‌​⁠ knew well that‌⁠‍ endlessly shutting herself‍ away, blinded by​⁠ that superficial peace,‌⁠ would not bring‌‍‍ a good end.​

That​ was why, the‌‌‌ more she sank⁠ into that serenity,‍‍ the deeper she⁠⁠‌ fell into laziness‌ and indolence.

Doing‌‍ everything halfheartedly, without‍‌​ ambition, merely observing​​‍ others’ reactions.

She⁠​‌ accepted living like‍‌‌ a corpse in‌‍ that comfortable cradle.⁠‍

However,‍​ as if mocking‍ such resignation, someone‍⁠‌ appeared who destroyed‌ it all.

A man who came​‍ as a teacher⁠​ pulled Denise out​ of her room⁠​ to make her‍ jog in the​‌​ mornings, forced her‌‌‍ to study magic‌ books through the​ night, brought Diella⁠‍ to stimulate her‌‍⁠ competitive spirit, read‍⁠ without permission the⁠​ novels she had‍ secretly written, gathered‍‍‌ the servants, somehow‍⁠ reignited her passion‍‌​ for magic, and⁠‍ finally kicked her‌​​ out of that​​ cradle.

Throughout⁠​​ that entire process,⁠​‍ he felt neither⁠ fear nor hesitation,‌⁠​ having lived his‌ whole life as‍‍ a commoner from‌‍ the lowest strata.​‌​

That‌‍‍ man, who had‌‍⁠ lived a life⁠​‍ full of hardship,​‌ seemed to speak‌‌‍ directly to Denise,‌ who lived running⁠‍ away, immersed in‌‌ superficial peace.

Why‍⁠ do you settle‌⁠‌ for a path⁠​ that leads to‍⁠‌ the cliff? Why⁠ not fight, even‍⁠‍ a little, to‍​⁠ escape?

At​ that obvious question,⁠⁠​ Denise would usually‍‌‌ think he didn’t​ understand something.

She‌​⁠ believed he couldn’t​​‌ comprehend how the‍ greatness of Beltus‍⁠⁠ crushed people, how⁠ the demands imposed‍ on her as‌⁠‍ a descendant of⁠​‍ a prestigious family‍‍ had oppressed her.⁠‌‍

However,‍‌ seeing him stride⁠ firmly into Beltus,‍‍⁠ Denise couldn’t help‌‍‍ but hold her‍​‌ breath.

What⁠ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw‌‍ had fought against‌‌ all his life⁠⁠ was a world​ that divided nobles‍‌ and commoners, valuing‌​​ only blood.

The‌​‍ weight of being‌ a noble lady‌​ was nothing but​ a feather compared​​​ to what he​‌‌ had endured.

That‍⁠​ was why his‌ image, walking fearlessly⁠ into the Beltus‍‌‌ domain, looked like​​⁠ Denise breaking with‌⁠​ one hand the​‌​ cage she had‍⁠‍ been locked in​ her whole life.‌

Without‍ showing agitation or⁠ doubt, he broke⁠ the iron bars‌ and entered in​‍ his boots, looking‌‍ at Denise with‍ those indifferent eyes⁠⁠‍ that never changed.‍⁠‍

He‌ always said the⁠‌ same thing.

Are‍​ you going to‍⁠​ keep sitting there​​‍ like that?

Clang!⁠ Clang!

Crash!​ Bang!

“As⁠‍⁠ you can see,​ many external forces‍‍ have already arrived‌⁠​ around the mansion.​⁠ We’ll handle the⁠ matters inside the‍‍ main building, so‌‍​ it would be​⁠​ best if Lady⁠ Denise evacuated to‍‍ a safe place‌‌ escorted by Captain​ Orel.”

Then​‍ Denise came to‍​ her senses.

It⁠‌⁠ was an urgent‍⁠‌ situation. Though she‌‌​ had to act‌ quickly, Ellen relayed​ the situation to‌​‌ her calmly.

Amidst⁠​ all the chaos,⁠ Denise was the‍‍⁠ person closest to‍ the scene. Naturally,​‌‍ her body was‍‌ exhausted, and it​ must have been‍‌‌ difficult for her‍‌‍ to calm her⁠‌‍ confused mind.

That⁠⁠ was why Ellen​⁠ tried to remove‍⁠ her from the‌‍ scene.

There⁠ was concern for‌ her, but also⁠‌​ distrust toward Denise,⁠ who was practically‌‌ an insider of‍⁠‌ the family, and⁠ she didn’t wish‌‌‍ to leave her​‌​ alongside Dereck.

Was​‌ it feminine intuition?⁠‌

Seeing‌ Denise fidget shyly,‍⁠ Ellen felt that‍⁠ nothing good would⁠ come from keeping⁠‌‍ them close.

Therefore,‍ she planned to‍‍⁠ create a suitable⁠ pretext to evacuate​ her to a safe place.

“…”‌​

Denise⁠ hesitated for a moment after hearing‌​‍ Ellen’s suggestion.

Certainly,‌ at this point‍⁠‍ there was no‌ reason to take‍ risks and go‍​ to the main​ building.

Whatever‍‌ happened to Grand‍⁠ Duke Beltus, it⁠‍ would be enough‍​ to receive a report later.

Although⁠ not everything was⁠​⁠ yet known, she‌⁠‍ felt somewhat convinced​‍ by Dereck’s attitude.‍​‍

He‌‍‍ wouldn’t harm her.⁠ Whatever the outcome,‍‍ she had the‍ conviction that, if‍‌⁠ she trusted him​​‌ and left the‌ task to him,⁠ she would be​⁠⁠ safe.

Was​​‌ it time to‍​ withdraw?

Perhaps⁠ it would be‍ wise to go‍ to a safe​ place for a while, assess the⁠​ situation, organize her​​ thoughts, and establish‌​⁠ principles on how​‍ to act afterward.‍

Because​​‍ it seemed clear​ that, once this​​ matter was resolved,‌​​ the power structure⁠‍⁠ of the Beltus⁠‍ family would be‍‍ deeply altered.

However,‌ she also felt⁠‍⁠ that a strange‌‌ intuition was beginning​​⁠ to arise.

Was‌​ it also feminine⁠‍‌ intuition?

She‍ sensed Ellen’s intent​‍ to keep her‍​ away from Dereck⁠ and held her⁠​‍ breath.

‘…’‌

But‍‌​ what would happen‌​ even if she‍‌ did sense that​ intent?

What​⁠ great consequence could⁠‍ possibly occur just‍​⁠ because she was⁠ separated from Dereck⁠‌ for a while?​

Her​‌ rational side tended‌‍ to acknowledge what⁠ needed to be‍⁠⁠ acknowledged with honesty.‍‌‌ Indeed, she felt​ a certain attraction​⁠ toward the man⁠‌ called Dereck. But⁠​‍ that was all.⁠‌

Dereck​ might be a good man, but‌⁠ there was no⁠‌‌ need to be‍‍​ swept away or‍‌ obsessed with him.‍​‍

It‍‌​ was absurd to‍ let a man⁠ influence her and​‍​ make foolish decisions‌​ amid such chaos.​​​ She wasn’t the‌​ protagonist of a romantic novel filled‍ with sentimental longing,‍ so there was‌⁠ no reason to​​ act like it.‌‍

However,‍⁠ something still made⁠ her uneasy.

“…”‌

Finally,‍⁠ Denise held her​ breath and met⁠‌ Ellen’s gaze.

Did‍ she reach some‌ kind of conclusion⁠ after a brief⁠‍ moment of reflection?‌⁠

Denise‍‍ seemed to have⁠ regained some composure.‌​‌

“No.‍⁠​ Of course I should go with​‍‍ you.”

The​ meaning behind those⁠‍ words was significant,‍​‍ and a strange​ spark seemed to‌‌‌ ignite in her‍ eyes.

Denise‌‍ didn’t want to​ hand Dereck over‌‌⁠ to that red-haired‍‌⁠ girl who already⁠⁠​ had everything.

Because‌‌⁠ she already had⁠ too much.

For⁠​‍ some reason, even​​ amid the fire⁠ consuming her entire⁠​​ family, she felt‍ she had to​​⁠ cling tightly to⁠ Dereck. Because he‌⁠ was the only‌ person who saw‌ Denise as Denise.⁠​⁠

“…”‍

Not‍‍ only Ellen, but‍ everyone who had​ some connection with⁠⁠⁠ Denise could sense‍​ it.

Denise,​‌ who had mastered⁠​ all kinds of‍​⁠ tricks and cunning,‍​‍ was the most⁠⁠​ troublesome kind of⁠ person to make⁠ an enemy of.⁠

Ellen​ narrowed her eyes⁠ and swallowed hard.⁠​⁠

***⁠

The​ great hall of‍⁠‍ the Beltus mansion​⁠ was filled with‍⁠ the Archlich’s roar.​⁠

Three-star‍‍ necromantic magic—low-level corpse‌⁠ resurrection.

Corpses​ rose in every‌‍‍ room of the‍ mansion and attacked,‍ but Countess Rodelia’s⁠​​ well-trained special forces‌​ systematically struck down‌⁠ those monsters.

However,⁠‌‍ unless the Archlich,​ who continued to​ raise corpses without‍​‌ end, was defeated,⁠‌ it was impossible⁠‍‌ to reach the​​ mansion’s core.

Shiiing.​

Countess⁠‍ Rodelia, drawing the‌‍ Sacred Blood Sword,‌⁠ spoke with wide⁠ eyes.

“I’ll‍‍​ cut down the​ Archlich myself. Make‍ way…!”

“Yes,​‍ ma’am!”

The‍‌ mere presence of‍ the Archlich radiated​⁠ an overwhelming sense⁠‍​ of menace.

The​‍ cadaverous mage, floating​‌‌ in midair and​ casting red rays​​ from its eyes,​ seemed to spread⁠ the chill of​‍⁠ death across the‍‌ skin just by‌⁠‍ approaching.

However,‍⁠ Countess Rodelia, well‍‌ accustomed to necromancy,⁠‌ knew no fear.‌‌⁠

The‌​​ crimson holy scriptures‌⁠ engraved on the‍​‍ blade of the‍ Sacred Blood Sword⁠​ glowed brightly.

Her‌ silver armor shone‍ under the moonlight,⁠ and her eyes‌ gleamed even more.‍⁠‌

The​ heroine of Rodentz​‍ Island, Rodelia, swung​‌‍ her sword and‌ charged into battle.‌​​

Each‍‌‌ time her sword​​ cut through the‌‍‍ air, corpse monsters​‌ fell, spilling blood,‍ and when she‍​‍ roared, the morale​‌​ of her soldiers⁠‍ soared to the‌‍‌ heavens.

A leader who always​⁠⁠ stands at the​​ front of the‌ battlefield makes those‍‌ who follow braver.⁠‍‍

Knowing​‍ this well, Rodelia​ commanded everyone with‍⁠‌ her fearless presence.⁠‍​

Sensing⁠​ something unusual, the⁠ Archlich lifted its​ head and cast‌ the three-star combat⁠ spell Petrifying Gaze.‌

But​‌ Rodelia ascended the⁠ stairs with her⁠ eyes closed. She​ was an experienced‌‍ warrior, so skilled‌ that she had⁠​ internalized countermeasures for​‍ nearly every spell.‍‍

She​⁠‌ rolled across the⁠​ floor once, pushed‌‌ off the railing,‍​ and reached the‌​ Archlich in an​ instant.

Numerous‍⁠ corpse monsters blocked​ her path, but‌​ she reduced them​‌⁠ to chunks of‌ flesh with a few swift slashes.‌​

It‍‌ was the moment⁠ her Sacred Blood​ Sword was about‍​‌ to slice through⁠​ the Archlich’s neck—‌⁠

Boom!‌‌ Crash!

Bang!​

However,‍⁠ traces of advanced​​ necromancy did not​ come from the​‌‌ Archlich alone.

A giant fist broke⁠⁠‍ through the mansion’s​​‍ ceiling and struck​ with force.

A beast-headed demon.

The⁠‍ terrifying creature, born‌ from the fusion⁠‌ of high-level summoning⁠ magic and advanced‍‍ necromancy, shattered the​ main hall’s roof‌ and slammed into‌‌‌ the ground, unleashing​ a shockwave.

Boom!‍‍ Thud!

A tremor shook the⁠​‍ entire mansion.

The‍​ chandelier crashed down,‌​‍ dust rose, and‌‍​ many soldiers were‌‌​ buried beneath the‍ debris as screams‌ echoed.

When​​ the shaking stopped,⁠​ the night sky​⁠⁠ could be seen​‍ through the collapsed​ roof.

Beneath‌⁠​ the starry backdrop,⁠‍ the giant demon‍ that had punched​‍ through the roof⁠‍‍ looked down at⁠ the ground.

Crash!​‍⁠ Clang!

Countess⁠​ Rodelia, who had⁠⁠ rolled across the‍ floor, swallowed hard.⁠‍⁠

Even⁠​ the Archlich, summoned‌‌ through five-star necromancy,‌​ was a formidable​ foe—and now she‍⁠‌ had to face​ this unknown demon​‌‌ as well.

Despair​​ enveloped her for⁠ an instant. But‍‌ she couldn’t stay‌​ still. Heroes never‍ despair.

At⁠ the moment she⁠ gripped her Sacred​​‍ Blood Sword once​ more and stood—⁠

Whoosh!‍ Whoosh!

In⁠‍‍ the shattered main‍​ hall, illuminated by⁠‌ moonlight, an old​‍⁠ mage appeared on‍‌ the grand staircase‍‍ leading to the‍​‍ second floor.

Rodelia​​‍ held her breath.‍⁠

It​ was Duke Beltus.‍

The⁠​‌ arrogant and haughty‍‌ noble who had‌⁠‌ always looked down​⁠ upon his domain‌⁠ was now covered‍‌​ in dark magical‍ patterns all over‍ his body.

The⁠‍​ markings glowed with⁠‌ a faint violet‍​ light, emanating a sinister aura.

The‌⁠ crimson magic flowing‌ through his skin‌ was unmistakably a trace of necromancy.​‍

‘By⁠‌ God…’

Duke​ Beltus writhed in⁠ agony, but madness​‍ flickered in his‌⁠ eyes.

‘He’s⁠‌‌ truly… been consumed​‍​ by necromancy!’

It​ was a scene⁠​‍ all too familiar​ to her from​​‌ Rodentz Island.

Necromancy⁠‌ was not something​ just anyone could‍​​ handle. She had​‌ seen countless people‍​ who dared to⁠‍ touch it be‌ devoured by madness‍ in an instant.⁠​

The⁠ only mercy that‍ could be granted​ to such victims⁠​​ was the peace​ of death.

When‌​‍ one is corroded​ by uncontrollable power,⁠‍ the end is⁠​ always horrifying.

‘Duke⁠ Beltus is a five-star summoner… If⁠⁠‌ even a mage‍ of that level‌‍⁠ can’t withstand it…‌⁠ what in the⁠‌ world did he‍​ touch…?’

The​‍⁠ movements of Duke​ Beltus, writhing and‍⁠⁠ groaning, suddenly stopped.‌

Then⁠ he turned his‍ gaze toward Countess​‌ Rodelia, lying on​ the hall floor.⁠‍

There‍‍​ seemed to be‌​‍ a trace of‌⁠‌ sanity left in​​ his eyes—but it⁠‌‌ soon turned into‌​​ pure murderous instinct.‌‌

“Everyone,​‌ be careful! He’s‍ a five-star summoner!”‍​‌

Crackle!‌⁠

Swords​ burst around him.​‌ It was the⁠‍‍ non-biological summoning magic​​‌ Storm of Blades.​‌‌

Unlike‍‍ the earlier spells‌⁠‌ tinged with a bluish hue, now⁠ crimson swords imbued‌ with ominous energy⁠‌⁠ appeared.

At​⁠ the moment Rodelia‌ raised her Sacred‍ Blood Sword to‌ respond—

Swish!⁠ Thud!

Duke‌‍ Beltus, standing on‍⁠ the second-floor railing,‌‍‌ was about to⁠‍ roar in madness⁠‌​ when an arrow‌​‍ flew and embedded‌ itself in his​‍ shoulder.

At‌ that distance, the‌‍ shot was chillingly​ precise.

No‌​ noble robes could​‌ stop a blade.⁠​

“Argh…!”‌⁠

As​ the duke screamed‍​⁠ in pain and‍ staggered, a young⁠‍ woman performed acrobatics⁠ over the collapsed⁠ debris.

She‌​​ wore a mercenary’s‍‌​ outfit and a cloak—an unfamiliar face.​​

But​ those who knew⁠ recognized her instantly.‌‍‍

Though​ she rarely showed‍ her face in‍⁠⁠ the Ravenclaw Barony,​⁠ she officially held‍‍ the title of‌‍ baroness.

Pheline⁠ of the Beldern⁠‍‌ Mercenary Corps.

The‍ corps’ most renowned‌‍​ archer climbed up⁠​ the rubble and‌ railing, landing before​​‌ Duke Beltus and‍ kicking him squarely​ in the solar‌​ plexus.

Crash!‍‌ Bang!

“Well.​ Kicking a noble​​ feels fantastic.”

She‍⁠ said it as​‌‍ though a weight⁠​‌ had been lifted​ off her shoulders.‍‌⁠

Standing‍‍ atop the railing,​‍‍ she drew her‍‍​ bowstring tight and⁠ smiled with the‍⁠⁠ freshest expression in⁠⁠​ the world.

Then‌ she shouted in‌⁠​ a ringing voice.‍‍

“Uncle‌​‌ Jayden! Over here!‍‌ Over here!”

At‌ her words, reinforcements⁠​ began storming into‌​​ the mansion’s main⁠‍‌ building.

Cutting‌‍‍ down the monsters⁠‍​ pouring out, those‍ who arrived were‍‌​ members of the‌⁠⁠ Beldern Mercenary Corps—the⁠‌ former comrades of‍‌ Dereck.

The⁠​ one-armed mercenary Jayden,​ commanding at the​​⁠ front, burst into⁠‌‌ laughter and shouted.‌

“All‌‌ right, let’s go!⁠ Time to slay‍ some monsters!”

With‌​​ cheers, the mercenaries‍​‌ charged into battle⁠‍ to aid Rodelia’s​​⁠ army, trapped amid⁠‌⁠ the rubble.

In‌​ an instant, the‍⁠⁠ tide of battle‍ began to turn.⁠

“Are‍‌‍ those… Baron Ravenclaw’s⁠‍ reinforcements…?”

At​​‌ that moment, Countess‌​​ Rodelia, who had‍‌ barely managed to⁠⁠​ stand, looked up​⁠‌ at the archer‍​ on the railing.⁠

Lightly‌​ tugging her skirt,‌​ worried her undergarments‌‍‌ might show, Pheline⁠​‌ smiled confidently at‍‌ the world.

However,⁠ it lasted only‍⁠ for a moment.‌

Snap!‌‍​

A first-class combat spell,​⁠​ Shockwave, emanated from‍ Grand Duke Beltus,⁠​⁠ who had fallen.‌​⁠

The‌ scale and power⁠ of a first-tier⁠​ spell cast by‍ a five-star mage​ were colossal.

In​⁠ an instant, Pheline⁠⁠ screamed and was‍​​ blown off the​⁠ railing.

“Ahhh!”‌‍⁠

– Crash! Bang!

– Crackle!

Pheline,⁠ who had just​ enjoyed the satisfaction⁠ of kicking a noble, tumbled down​ the main staircase,⁠‌⁠ revealing the figure‍ of Grand Duke‌ Beltus rising from‌ the debris.

He‍ bled profusely. Trying⁠‍‍ to cling to⁠​‍ his sanity, saliva‍⁠ already dripped from​⁠ his mouth.

The​​ deranged mage staggered​ to the railing⁠⁠​ and looked down‍​‍ at Pheline.

It‌ was said that‍‌ a five-star mage‌ could face an⁠‌‌ entire army alone.​‌

As‍‍ if to prove‍‍ it, the demon‍‌ in the sky‌​⁠ began spewing fire—its‌​⁠ target was Pheline.⁠‌

– Snap! Whoosh!

But⁠ a man dropped‍ down amid the‍ shattered wreckage, stepped⁠​ on the railing,​ leapt forward, and‍ grabbed Grand Duke⁠ Beltus’s arm.

He‌ hurled him backward‌‍⁠ and rolled across​ the floor with⁠ the momentum.

– Crash! Bang!

Beltus,‍ who had been‌⁠‌ about to finish⁠ off Pheline, was‌​ knocked down once⁠‌ again, and the​ man rose beneath​ the moonlight.

It​⁠ was Dereck Lydorf‌ Ravenclaw—the young mage,⁠‌ already badly wounded,⁠‌ his body covered⁠‌‌ in cuts, stepping⁠‍⁠ onto the battlefield.‌

“Baron⁠‍ Ravenclaw!”

The‌‍‌ moment Rodelia shouted​​⁠ that, the Belmierd‍‌‌ forces began joining​ in from the⁠ mansion’s main building.‍

At⁠​ the front, mounted​‍​ on horseback, were‌‍ Ellen of Belmierd⁠⁠⁠ and Denise of‍⁠‍ this Beltus domain.​​‌

The‍ tide of battle‌ was shifting, and‍⁠​ the situation was‌⁠⁠ reaching its climax.⁠⁠

And​ at the peak‍‌⁠ of it all,​ Dereck, who had⁠ rolled across the⁠ floor, rose once‍‌ again.

The‍​ enemy buried beneath⁠​​ the debris was‍ Grand Duke Beltus,⁠‍​ now completely consumed⁠​​ by madness.

The‌⁠⁠ ruler who had‍ dominated the world,‍ wielding everything at‍​​ his whim, stood​​‍ gasping, necromantic magic⁠ enveloping his entire​‍ body.

The‍⁠ dirt and dust‍⁠ covering him slid​ off with a faint sound.

The‍‍⁠ only thing left​‍​ in him was​⁠‌ madness and hatred‌‌ toward Dereck—the cause‍⁠⁠ of it all.‌‍

A wild, murderous intent‍‍⁠ filled his eyes.⁠

Though‍ it had been​‍⁠ Beltus himself who‌ first drew his‌ sword and declared⁠ war, he had​ never imagined his‍⁠‌ opponent would strike⁠⁠ back so thoroughly.‍⁠​

But‍‌‍ now, they were‌ in the middle‌‍⁠ of the battlefield.​‌⁠

Grand⁠⁠ Duke Beltus, bleeding,⁠⁠ stood tall as⁠ sinister magic began‍‌‌ swirling around him.‌​​

In​⁠⁠ the end, they‍​‌ faced each other‍ with their blades—and⁠‌‍ having reached this​ point, the only​‍‌ thing left was​⁠ a battle to⁠‌⁠ the death.

The​‌​ enemy was only⁠​ a three-star mage‌‍ at most.

Though​ two ranks below,‌​ he did not​ let his guard​‍ down. Baron Ravenclaw’s​ abilities were already​⁠ proven.

All​ kinds of monsters‌⁠ emerged, covering the‌​‌ main building, and​‍‍ a giant demon‌ descended from the​​⁠ sky, creating a hellish scene.

Amidst‍ it all, two​⁠‌ men bound by‌ ambition faced each⁠⁠⁠ other.

It‍‌⁠ was a path‌⁠ of no return.⁠

To⁠‍⁠ move forward, one‍ of the two⁠​ had to fall.​‍

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