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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 138: 4-star (3)

Chapter 138: 4-star (3)

A rain of monsters​​⁠ was falling from​⁠ the sky.

Along⁠⁠ with the army​‍ the roaring demon‌​⁠ endlessly vomited forth,​​ the number of⁠‌ corpses raised by‍⁠ the Archlich exceeded‌⁠ the hundreds.

Each‌​ monster was weak‌‌ enough to be‌​ easily defeated, but⁠⁠​ when they formed‍⁠ an army, even‍⁠‍ veteran mercenaries could‌‌ do nothing but‍⁠ flee, panting for​‍ breath.

However,‍‍ those gathered there‌‌ were only the⁠‌ brave.

Guided⁠⁠ by the heroine‍​ Rodelia, together with⁠ the veteran special⁠ forces, the finest​‌ soldiers of Count‌​ Belmierd, and the‌​ Beldern mercenaries who⁠​⁠ had spent their⁠‌ lives hunting monsters,⁠⁠⁠ they were people‍⁠⁠ who knew how​‌ to wield their​‌​ swords even when‍ a horde came‌⁠⁠ crashing down upon‍​⁠ them.

Before⁠‍ the Beltus mansion⁠​​ became a nest⁠​ of monsters, all‍‍‍ of them wore‍ determined expressions, ready‌‍​ to end everything.⁠​⁠

The‍⁠⁠ blood of goblin‌⁠ corpses mingled with‍ the night air,⁠ the wings of⁠‌⁠ monstrous bats tore​⁠ apart, and the‌​ fangs of trolls‌ wielding broken spears‌‌⁠ shattered.

Even‍‌‌ so, the wave‌⁠ of monsters did⁠⁠ not lose momentum.⁠​​ Rodelia clicked her‌ tongue at that​​​ absurdly overwhelming offensive.‌

‘An‌ Archlich and high-level⁠‍ demons… there’s a limit to how‌​ long we can‌ keep killing these‍​ endless pests…’

She‌‍ dodged the blade⁠ of a resurrected⁠ goblin’s axe and​ swung her Sacred⁠‌‍ Blood Sword, cleaving‌‌ its neck in​‍​ two.

Then,‌​ as she lifted‍⁠ her gaze toward‍ the railing of​⁠ the second floor⁠​​ of the grand‍‍‍ hall, she saw​‌ Dereck drawing his‌ sword under the‍​ moonlight.

‘We‌ must aid Baron⁠‍ Ravenclaw and eliminate‍⁠ the source of‍‍ all these monsters.‍‌ Subduing Grand Duke‌‍ Beltus is the⁠‌ top priority…’

Grand​ Duke Beltus was​​​ a five-star mage,⁠​‌ someone Dereck could‌ not face alone.​⁠

But​ to get close‍​ to him, they​⁠ first had to‌‍‍ eliminate the Archlich‍‌⁠ controlling the first⁠ floor of the‌‌‌ main hall.

That⁠​ chilling high-ranking monster⁠ seemed determined not⁠‍ to let anyone‌ approach Dereck, commanding​ all the soldiers‍⁠ on that floor.​⁠​

Breaking‍ through was no⁠ easy task. That⁠​ creature not only​⁠‍ endlessly resurrected corpses‍ but also cast‍​ advanced magic itself.‌

‘First…‍‍ that Archlich…’

With‌ that thought, Rodelia⁠‍​ brandished the Sacred‍‌⁠ Blood Sword and​​​ charged toward the‍ Archlich.

Whoosh!​

On⁠​ the railing of‍⁠ the second floor​‌ of the grand​⁠ hall, Grand Duke‌ Beltus, facing Dereck,‍⁠ had the veins‌‌ in his eyes‍‍⁠ bulging as dark⁠​‍ red magic enveloped‌​​ him.

That⁠ nobleman, saturated with‌ an overwhelming amount​‌ of necromantic energy,‍‌‍ was astonishingly struggling‍‍‌ to maintain control.​⁠‌

Even⁠⁠⁠ with the traces⁠ of madness that⁠ Fina had deliberately‍ injected into him,​ a five-star mage‍‌⁠ somehow managed to‌ resist.

However,‌⁠⁠ his physical state​‍​ was far from​ normal. He coughed‍‍‍ up blood, his​ fingers trembled, and​ saliva dripped from‌ his mouth—fighting against⁠‌ the madness of‌​ that necromantic magic​‍ was no simple​ feat.

“Ha…​⁠⁠ Huff… huff…”

“…”​‌​

“You…‌‌‍ you… planned this?…​‌ turning my mansion‌‌ upside down… and…​​⁠ doing this to​​‌ me…”

Dereck,‌ with a cold⁠‍ gaze, took a combat stance and‍ answered briefly.

“I​‌‌ don’t know what‌⁠​ you’re talking about.”⁠‍

“That…⁠ necromancer… that woman‍‍‌ must have… another​⁠‍ purpose… besides killing‌ me… Huff… Huff…”‍‌‌

It‌ was at the‌​ moment he had⁠ drawn his sword‍ to kill Dereck⁠‍ that it all‍ happened.

Though‍‍ he found no⁠‌ clear proof, it⁠ was too much​‌⁠ of a coincidence.​ He was convinced⁠⁠‍ Dereck was involved​‌‍ somehow.

Dereck⁠‌‍ feigned innocence.

But‌ judging by his​ cold eyes, he⁠​ did not seem⁠​ unrelated to the‌ situation.

Grand​⁠ Duke Beltus gnashed​ his teeth as⁠ he glared at⁠ him.

“You…‌ damn you…”

“…”‌⁠⁠

“You’ll⁠ regret angering me‍‌⁠ for the rest‍‍ of your life…​ Even if I end up in⁠​ this miserable state…⁠‌​ even if I’m‌​‌ falsely accused of​‌​ some absurdity… I’ll​‌ drag you… I’ll​⁠ drag you with‍ me to hell…”​

Grand‌‌​ Duke Beltus had‌⁠⁠ manipulated countless people‍ like chess pieces,⁠ killed those who​ no longer served​​ him, framed his‍‍ rivals, ruined families,⁠⁠​ and ruled with‌ bloodstained hands.

However,‌‍ Dereck had no‌‌ intention of condemning‍ him morally or‌ speaking righteous words.​

Having‍​ been entangled with⁠ the nobility for‍‌ quite some time​⁠​ now, he understood.​​‌

No​ one who lived‌‌‍ by power was⁠‌⁠ completely clean. One⁠⁠ way or another,‍​ everyone had blood​ on their hands,‍ committed dirty deeds,‍​ or sometimes looked‍⁠ away from the⁠‌‌ right path.

Dereck​⁠‍ also had blood⁠⁠ on his hands‌⁠ since his mercenary‍‍​ days and was‍ by no means‌⁠ blameless.

That’s​‍‍ how the world​‍ was. Perhaps Grand‌ Duke Beltus had​‌‍ merely been fighting⁠⁠‍ in his own‍‍ way to rise‌ within that mire.​⁠

Of‍​‍ course, for those⁠​‌ who had suffered‍ under him, it​ was a matter⁠​ of hatred and‍‍​ pain, but in​‍⁠ the end, he‌‍ was nothing more‍ than a man​‌ who knew no⁠‌⁠ limits to his​​‌ ambition.

Born‌​⁠ of noble blood‍‍ and gazing at⁠ the stars with‌‍ a desire for‌ greatness.

It‌‍​ might have seemed⁠ romantic, but hadn’t​ he considered the⁠‍ price?

“You​‌ talk too much,​ Grand Duke Beltus.”⁠‌

When⁠‌‍ Dereck’s eyes glimmered,‍​‌ Beltus’s pupils widened​⁠ for an instant.​

Come‌ to think of⁠ it, Dereck had‍‌​ never criticized his​​ evil deeds or‌‍‌ atrocities.

The⁠⁠‍ reason he pointed​ his sword at‌ him did not⁠ stem from a moral conclusion.

It‌‌ was something far​‌​ more primal.

If​​ you point a sword at someone,⁠ you must be​‌ prepared for the‌‌​ blade to turn‌‍‌ toward you as‌‌ well.

That‍ was all Dereck⁠‍ was saying.

“Did‍ you not wish⁠ to seize the‌ southwest of the​⁠ continent and, beyond‌‌​ that, make your‌⁠ name resound throughout⁠‌⁠ the world with‍‌​ power and authority?”​​⁠

“…”‍​‍

“Did‌​‌ you truly think​ such ambition could‌‍⁠ be achieved without‌​​ facing a crisis?”⁠

Just‌ as Dereck had⁠⁠ once reached toward‍ the heavens, dreaming‌⁠ of attaining seven-star⁠‌ magic, this man,‍ too, sought to⁠ climb endlessly toward⁠‌ that unreachable sky.‍⁠

He‌ cared nothing for‌ the cruel circumstances‍‌​ that arose in​‌⁠ the process.

If⁠‍ their paths crossed​‌ and one had‌‍‍ to fall, at‌ least Dereck had‌ no intention of‍ being the one⁠ to do so.‌‍

That‌ was why Dereck‍ drew his sword,⁠ pushed off from⁠ the ground, and​ charged toward Grand​⁠​ Duke Beltus.

Whoosh!‌​⁠

Fiery,‌‌ human-shaped spirits rose⁠‌⁠ around the duke.​

Each​ of them, equipped‌​⁠ with high-grade armor,‌⁠‍ was the result⁠ of four-star summoning‍⁠⁠ magic.

Swoosh!‌‍‍ Clang!

But‍⁠‌ before the spirits‌ could even draw⁠‌ their swords, they‌​ were all engulfed‍ in frost.

It‍⁠⁠ was the three-star‍‍ combat spell “Freeze.”‍⁠

The‍‌‌ memory of when​⁠‍ Siern had instantly‌‍ mastered the magic‌‍⁠ that had taken‍​⁠ him a lifetime​ to learn flashed​​ through his mind.⁠⁠​

Crackle!​ Swoosh!

In‍‍⁠ an instant, everything‌‍ around the railing‍ froze, even the​‍ feet of Duke‍⁠ Beltus, fixed to‍⁠⁠ the floor by​ ice.

But‍‍ the duke invoked‌ the two-star combat‍‍‌ spell “Burst,” shattered‍ the ice, and‍⁠​ stepped back while⁠​ launching more spells.‌

Four⁠⁠‍ swords rose from​⁠ the ground, aiming‌⁠ to pierce Dereck’s‌‌ body, but he‍ rolled over the⁠​‍ ice and dove⁠ to the side.​‍

Thud!‌ Thud!

The‍‍ emerging swords shattered‍ the frozen floor.‌‌‍

Duke​⁠​ Beltus didn’t waste​ that brief moment⁠‍⁠ and conjured new‌ magic.

Though‌‍ his own mana​‍ was nearly depleted,​⁠ he forced himself⁠⁠‍ to use the‌ necromancy Fina had⁠⁠ driven into him.‌⁠

Grand‍‍⁠ Duke Beltus was⁠‍‌ a being completely‍‌ different from the⁠‍‌ mages Dereck had⁠ faced before.

If⁠ he hid his‍​‌ skills or hesitated​‍⁠ even for an‍‍ instant, his life‍ would be in​​​ immediate danger.

He​⁠⁠ had to give‌‌​ it everything.

To⁠‍‌ squeeze out every⁠ last drop of​⁠ strength from his‌‍⁠ very core and⁠⁠ clash with the‌ sole determination to‍ kill his opponent.‌‍‍

If⁠​ he lost focus‍‌⁠ for even a moment, the blade​ would pierce his‌‍‍ neck.

That‌‌ sharp sensation, like⁠‌⁠ walking a tightrope​​⁠ suspended over lava,⁠‌ ran through his‌​⁠ body, raising every‍​ hair on his⁠‍ skin.

Death​​ was close.

Ironically,‌ the closer he​‍‌ came to it,‍‍ the more alive‍‍⁠ he felt.

– Clang! Clang!

– Boom! Bang!

Grand‍​‍ Duke Beltus began⁠ summoning all kinds‌⁠⁠ of weapons.

Steel​ swords, spiked spears,‌​​ golden arrows, sharp​ scimitars, maces, and‍​​ throwing weapons—so many​ that they surrounded⁠⁠⁠ the area like‍​ a storm.

Before⁠‍⁠ Dereck could cast‍⁠ a defensive spell,⁠​ his body was‌‍​ covered in cuts.​‍ The speed was‌⁠⁠ so great he​ could barely react,⁠ but he broke​ through the wall‌‌‌ beside him and‌‌⁠ hurled himself inside,‌​ securing a safer⁠‌‍ position.

“Damn‌ you… You have⁠⁠‍ no idea what​⁠‍ you’ve done! I am fundamentally different‌ from you—in nobility‌ and in the⁠⁠ magnitude of my​ ambition! I… have‍⁠ been chosen by‌ this era to‍‍ reach greater heights…”‌

Madness‍​‍ and desire.

The​‍ flames burning in‍⁠ Grand Duke Beltus’s‍‍ eyes began to‍⁠ shine with an‌ even more ominous⁠‌​ energy.

Boom!‍‌

The‌ inside of the‌ wall where Dereck‌‍ hid was a luxurious bedroom.

The⁠‌ fist of the‌ enormous demon, roaring​ as if covering‌ the sky, came⁠ crashing down upon‍⁠ the room.

Rumble!⁠ Boom!

That​‍⁠ mansion belonged to​⁠‌ Grand Duke Beltus,‍‍⁠ so he knew​‌ every corner of‍‍ it.

All‌⁠ the summoned creatures‍​​ moved according to‍⁠‍ his will; even⁠ the demons and‌‍ monsters were under‍​ his control.

One⁠ way or another,​⁠‍ this was Beltus’s⁠‍‌ domain—it was no​ exaggeration to call‌ it the kingdom‌⁠‌ he himself had‍ built.

His‌ magical level was‌⁠‍ five stars, and‌ the entire battlefield⁠⁠ was his territory.‍​

Facing⁠ him one-on-one in​ such a place‌‌ was an impossible‌⁠ task.

However,‍​ Dereck, without changing‍⁠​ his expression, leapt‌⁠ out of the⁠‍ room.

Thud!‍‍‍ Bang!

He‌‌​ rolled once across⁠ the floor and⁠‌‍ ran down the‍ corridor.

The‍ grand hall on⁠ the second floor​​ was too wide;​​‍ the open space​‌ allowed Beltus to⁠ deploy multiple summons‌⁠ simultaneously.

To​ gain an advantage‌ in battle, that⁠​⁠ space had to⁠‌ be restricted.

The⁠​‌ surest way to⁠ do so was⁠ to draw him⁠ into a narrow‌ place.

“So…​​ you’re using your‌ head… Kuhk… Huhk…!”‍

As‌ he pursued him,​ an intense pain‌ from the necromantic‌‌‌ magic struck Grand⁠‍⁠ Duke Beltus’s mind​⁠ once again.

Blood​‌‌ began to flow​ from his nose,‌ and the veins⁠ in his eyes⁠ bulged even more.⁠‍⁠

Amid‍ the burning and⁠‍⁠ agony, Beltus barely‍‌ held onto his​ sanity.

He‍​ was a man‌‍ destined to climb​⁠‍ higher. He would‍‍ not fall so​⁠ miserably.

Clenching‌ his teeth with​ that resolve, he​‌​ used levitation magic‌ and soared into⁠ the corridor.

Hwaaak!‍⁠

Magic​ enveloped his hand‍ as he gripped‌ the five-star magic​ weapon Light of‍⁠‌ the Empire.

Although‌‌ it was an‌​⁠ inferior replica of⁠​​ the original, its‌​​ power was still‍‍ worthy of a weapon of war.‌⁠⁠

Anyone⁠ struck directly by⁠​ that staff would​⁠ die instantly.

To‌ prove it, the‌ amount of energy⁠‌ radiating from the⁠​ staff was far​​‍ greater than before.⁠⁠‌

Boom!⁠⁠​

Dereck,‌⁠ running through the​‌⁠ corridor, analyzed every​‌​ corner, searching for‍ an opportunity to⁠ counterattack.

Luxurious⁠‍‍ carpets, curtains, and‍ all kinds of‍ antiques decorated the​ hallway.

Although​⁠ he couldn’t examine‍‍‍ the layout of​​⁠ every room, most​‍ appeared spacious.

At​ the end of​‌ the corridor were‍ the outer stairs,⁠ the servants’ tool⁠ storerooms, the Grand⁠⁠‌ Duke’s office, and​​⁠ several empty rooms.​​​

‘Haa…‌​​ Hoo… Hoo…’

Dereck⁠​​ was breathing heavily.‌‍

As‌‌ he advanced, various​‍ monsters emerged to‌ intercept him, but‍‍ he cut them​‌ down one by​​⁠ one with his‌‍‌ sword.

His‍ movements were so⁠ fluid it seemed‌​​ as if nothing⁠‍‌ could hinder him.⁠

But‌⁠​ if he let‍ his guard down⁠​ for even a second, it would‍ all be over.⁠ Beltus’s combat magic‍‍‌ far surpassed that​ of any ordinary⁠ mage.

Cold‍​​ sweat ran down‍‍ his back; the​‍ chill of death​​ coursed through his⁠​⁠ body.

Life‌⁠⁠ or death.

A battle on the‍ edge.

A sharp, bluish sensation⁠ he hadn’t felt‍‌ in a long‍ time.

As‌​ a child, it​​ had been part‍‌ of his daily⁠​ routine—whether hunting goblins‌​ or facing trolls,⁠ he always had​ to risk his‍⁠ life; a single​ mistake could cost​ him an arm‌ or a leg.‍‍

That⁠ feeling of walking​​‌ along the edge‌⁠ of an abyss‍‍ sharpened all his⁠ senses to the‍⁠ limit.

Only‌‌​ amid danger and⁠​ such fierce battles‍ could he burn‌ his entire being.​‍‍

The⁠​ acute sense of‌​‌ crisis, like needles⁠ pricking every pore,‍⁠‌ spurred him on⁠ even more.

— Pull everything from​ deep within, defeat​​ the superior beings,‍‌ and remember that​ feeling in your​ hands. I know‌​ better than anyone​‌​ the pleasure of​ that moment.

— Killing is something‌ pleasurable. Though you​‍ don’t seem like​ the type to‍​⁠ let yourself be⁠⁠ swept up in‍‍⁠ that pleasure.

Though​ he could not​‍ agree with Fina’s‌⁠‍ deranged words, he‌‌ had to admit⁠‌ there was some‌⁠​ truth to them.​‌​

Only‌ in extreme situations,​ at the brink⁠⁠‌ of death, could​ one glimpse the⁠ realm beyond one’s​⁠ limits.

By‍​⁠ pushing his body‍​‌ to its utmost‍ in every exchange,‌‌ Dereck was reaching‌‍ the summit of​​​ his own extreme.‍⁠

Boom!‌​⁠ Bang! Crack! Snap!⁠‍

High-powered⁠ spells flew at​​‌ incredible speed, destroying‍ the corridor.

Though‌ combat magic wasn’t‌‌ his specialty, the⁠ Grand Duke’s destructive‌‍‌ power surpassed Dereck’s.​

Crack!‍‌ Snap!

And⁠‍ his way of‌‍ using magic was⁠​⁠ completely different from⁠‍ that of ordinary​ mages.

His‌⁠ power had no⁠‌ defined limits; he​​ mixed combat, confusion,‌ and summoning, transcending​​⁠ the magical system​‍ itself.

The​ system accepted in‍ this era was​⁠ nothing more than‌‍⁠ a structure established‌ by a genius⁠​ named Adelbert.

But‍ the magic of​⁠ those who grasped‍‍​ its true essence‍‌ existed on a level others could‌‍ never reach.

The‌ fireballs he hurled‌‍ contained Fina’s necromantic⁠​ power—they weren’t flames‌‍​ that burned flesh⁠ but energy that⁠ devoured the soul​​​ and vitality.

The​‌‌ floating swords were⁠‌ imbued with confusion⁠‌‍ magic—illusions mingled among‍‌‌ the real blades,​ and if you​ tried to dodge‍​ them with sight​‌ alone, they would‌⁠⁠ cut you in‌‌ an instant.

Snap!​​ Crackle!

Dereck⁠‌ rolled across the​ floor to dodge⁠‍ a slash and‌‌​ cast a spell,​‌ launching fireballs toward‍‌⁠ Beltus.

Snap!‍

But‌‍​ Beltus destroyed them⁠ in midair with​ a mere furrow⁠ of his brow.⁠

He‌ had never seen‌ such manipulation of‌‍ magic before.

It‍‌ was, without a doubt, the result‌‌‌ of the duke’s‍ countless years of‍‌ research.

Dereck’s‍ arm trembled.

His⁠ pupils dilated once⁠‍ more.

Seeing⁠​​ his reaction, Beltus⁠⁠ smiled with bloodstained​⁠ lips.

“What’s​​⁠ wrong? Do you‍ finally understand the‌ difference between you⁠ and me?”

A being two levels​ above.

No⁠‌ matter how much​ of a genius⁠‌​ Dereck was or⁠⁠ how fast he‍⁠ grew, he could​ never reach a fully developed five-star‌‍‌ mage.

Did‌ he understand that‌ now?

Seeing‍ his astonished expression,​‌ the Grand Duke‌ raised his voice.‍​

“Gaah…⁠‌ you… will never⁠​‌ follow in my​‍‍ footsteps… Die here…”‌⁠

From‌‍ his staff, an​ even greater surge⁠​⁠ of magical energy​‍​ began to burst‌⁠ forth.

Three-star​‍‌ summoning magic—Stone Turtle,‌‌‍ Shadow Spirit, Magic‍​ Crow, Flame Wolf.​

So​ many creatures appeared‌ it was impossible‌⁠‍ to count them.‍

But‍ Beltus didn’t use‍​ them directly.

Instead,​⁠‌ he drew out‍⁠‌ a greater power‌​‌ and fused all​ those summoned beings​⁠‌ together.

A fusion summoning spell.​⁠⁠

A type of incantation​ nonexistent in any‍‌ book.

Fina‌‌ had once told​⁠⁠ him that to‌‍⁠ reach rank four⁠⁠ or higher, one​‌‍ must touch one’s‍‍‍ own domain—no longer⁠ bound by any‍‍ system or formula.​

If​‍‌ up until then‌ you had been⁠ running along a path laid out⁠⁠ for you, from⁠‌‍ four stars onward,‍ you had to​⁠​ forge it yourself.​

As‍ proof of that,‌⁠ Beltus’s magic was‌‍ filled with unpredictable‌‍‍ variables.

Dereck’s‌ arm trembled even‌​‍ more.

The‍ duke, noticing his⁠‍​ condition, smiled madly.‍‌‍

“You‌ must be terrified.​ Now you understand​ how arrogant you​​ were.”

Bang!​​

Without​​ giving him a chance to breathe,‌ the demon’s fist‌‍‍ descended from the‍ sky once more.⁠‌⁠

He‌‌​ had to fight​⁠ not only the⁠ duke but also‍​ all the entities⁠ he had summoned.⁠

It‌ required reaction speed​​​ beyond human capability.‍

And⁠ even so, Dereck​ managed to evade⁠ and avoid a fatal wound.

Starlight‌‍ filtered through the​⁠⁠ shattered ceiling.

The‌​ fused being’s joints​‌ were all twisted,‍‍​ and from its​​‌ body flowed energies‍​ of various elements.‍⁠‌

It​‍​ was a half-wolf,‌​​ half-human creature.

When⁠‌​ it spewed fire,‌ Dereck—who had just​⁠ dodged the demon’s‍ blow—was struck head-on.​⁠⁠

Crash!‌ Bang!

With‌‍​ superhuman reflexes, he⁠ shielded himself with‍ magic, barely escaping‍ death.

But⁠⁠ the pain in‍ his shoulder burned‌ like fire, and‌ his bones creaked‍ as if several⁠​ had shattered.

The‌ moonlight, filtering through⁠ the broken roof,‍‍ illuminated his figure‌ against the wall.⁠‌​

Covered​‌ in dust and‍‍​ debris, breathing heavily,‌ Dereck was clearly​‌⁠ on the brink​‍ of death.

“Ha…⁠‍ ha, ha…”

The‌⁠‍ madness of necromancy‍‍⁠ began to devour‌⁠⁠ Grand Duke Beltus‍​‍ once again.

Drooling,​ his face twisted,​ the archmage still‌ resisted.

“Yes…‌‍ those are the‌​ emotions befitting your⁠ level… fear… dread‌‍⁠ before death… ha,⁠ ha… tell me…​‌⁠ how does it​‌ feel to face‌‍ it?”

Throughout‌ his life, many‌⁠ young nobles like‌‍ Dereck had dared⁠ to challenge him.‍‌​

At⁠ first, they carried‌ pride and determination,⁠ but in the‌​ end, when crushed,‍ stripped, and threatened‍ at swordpoint, they‌ all trembled the⁠‌ same way.

Dereck‌​‌ was no different—or‌‍​ so Beltus believed.‍‌

He‌ delighted in watching⁠ that youthful arrogance‍‌‍ crumble.

He​‍⁠ enjoyed seeing Dereck⁠‍‍ covered in dust,‌​ trembling with wide⁠ eyes.

And‌ just as he⁠​‍ let out a mad grin—

“Yes…​‌ this is exhilarating…”‌​‌

He​‌‍ noticed something strange.‌‌⁠

Dereck’s⁠ hand was trembling,⁠​ yes—but not from⁠ fear.

Madness‍‌ takes many forms.⁠

And⁠ Dereck was no‍‍‌ exception.

“What…?”⁠⁠⁠

Crackle,‌‍ pop.

Dereck‍​ was a reserved‌​‌ man, but that​‍‌ didn’t mean he​‍⁠ never smiled.

He‌ smiled when it⁠ was necessary.

As‍‌⁠ a noble, it⁠‍‌ was something he‍‌ was expected to‌⁠‍ do.

Sometimes,⁠ he even showed​ an elegant and‍​ serene smile befitting‌⁠​ a refined gentleman.​​​

But⁠ the smile he​ wore now was‌‌‌ not one of‌‌ courtesy.

It⁠‌ was something far‌‌ more primal.

Duke​‌‌ Beltus’s eyes widened‌‌​ in shock.

In‍ a situation where‍⁠ anyone else would​⁠ see death before⁠‍‌ them, in an‍ environment dominated by‌ overwhelming power—Dereck was⁠​ thrilled.

It‌‍‌ was the tremor⁠‍ of one who‍‍‌ had glimpsed a higher level of‍‌‌ magic.

More⁠ than fear, it​⁠‌ resembled the ecstasy‌​‌ before awakening.

Grand⁠⁠​ Duke Beltus was⁠‍ not the only‍ madman there.

It​​‌ was the first⁠ time Dereck had​ witnessed such magical​ manipulation.

The⁠‌​ first time he⁠⁠ had seen a summoning of such‌ magnitude.

The‍⁠​ first time he‌ had observed a magic weapon of​⁠‍ that power.

The‌ first time he‍ had faced such​⁠ a complex fusion.⁠‌

For‌ someone who had‌​‌ felt stagnation, as​‌‍ if trapped behind​​ the wall of‍ three stars, this‌‍ experience touched him⁠‌ directly.

What⁠‍‍ filled Dereck’s mind​ as he slowly⁠‌‌ rose was not⁠​ fear but the‍⁠‌ pure exhilaration of‌​‌ a mage who​‍ had discovered a new horizon.

“Yes…‍‌ your way of⁠​‌ using magic is‌ unique… I think‍‌ I’m starting to⁠‌ understand it… interesting…⁠​ truly interesting…”

And​‌ seeing that spark‍‌ of talent, growing‍​​ like a sponge​⁠‍ absorbing everything, it‍​​ was the other​‌ who felt fear.​

Grand‌​ Duke Beltus suddenly​‍‌ realized it.

That⁠ man had to‌⁠ die—here and now.⁠

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