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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 139: 4-star (4)

Chapter 139: 4-star (4)

I remember the first​ time I opened​​ my eyes in​ a corner of⁠​⁠ the slums. That‍⁠ was the moment‍‌ Dereck’s journey began.​

Without‍‌ warning, he was⁠ thrown into a hostile environment where‍‍ he had to​ scavenge just to⁠‌ survive. As he⁠⁠‌ struggled to endure⁠ it, a question‍‍ naturally engraved itself⁠‌ into his young​‍ mind.

It​⁠​ wasn’t a deep‍⁠​ question, nor something‌​​ that would help⁠‍‌ him survive, but‍ it was something‌ everyone wonders at​‍ least once in‌ their lives.

Why​ do we live?‌​

It‍‌ was a trivial‌‌ question the boy⁠​⁠ asked himself while‍⁠‍ chewing a piece​​ of hard rye⁠ bread, sitting in⁠‍ a corner of‌ the street and‌​ gazing up at‍⁠ the sea of‌⁠⁠ stars in the‍​ sky.

It​‌ was a cold‌ street.

There​‍ were so many‌​ beggars lying on‌ the ground that‌⁠ no one passing‍‍​ by paid any‌​⁠ attention to Dereck—but​ he kept looking‌‌​ at the sky,​​ his eyes shining​ brightly.

***‌​‍

Bang!⁠⁠ Crash!

The⁠‍ figure of Dereck,‍ who had just‌⁠ stood up, vanished‍​​ in an instant.​

Grand‌ Duke Beltus frowned‍‍‍ and looked around.​ In that brief‌‌​ moment, Dereck had‍​​ used illusion magic‍​ to erase his‍‌ presence and hide‌​​ among the rubble,‍​‍ seeking to take​‌ the Grand Duke‍​⁠ by surprise.

He⁠ was already an‍​​ experienced mercenary.

He‍​ instinctively knew that‌​⁠ facing a grandmaster-level​​ mage head-on was‌⁠ suicide.

No‌ matter how damaged​‍ Fina had left​ him, Grand Duke‌⁠ Beltus was still​ a five-star mage,‌ responsible for an⁠ entire noble house.‌‌ To defeat him,‍⁠ one had to⁠‍ use every possible‍ trick—not just raw‍ magical skill.

Battlefield‌‍ coordination and improvisation‍⁠⁠ were Dereck’s specialties.⁠‌‍

The‍‍ Grand Duke, who⁠‍ had more or‌​‍ less grasped this,‍⁠‌ immediately cast a defensive spell over‍ his entire body‍‌ the moment Dereck’s‍ figure disappeared.

He‌‍ didn’t know from‍‍ where or how⁠​ the attack would‌​ come. The only‍ certainty was that​​ as long as‍​ he didn’t allow⁠⁠ a critical hit,​‍ Dereck could never‍​ surpass him.

Whoosh!​​

Beyond‌ the shattered outer​​‌ wall, a fireball‌‌⁠ from Dereck came‌‍ flying inside.

However,‍⁠ any magic below⁠ two-star level could‍‌‍ be dispelled and⁠⁠ nullified with a single glance.

Grand‌‌‍ Duke Beltus possessed‌ the ability to​​⁠ control magic with⁠⁠ his eyes alone.‌⁠

It‌​‍ was a unique‌⁠‍ method of Beltus’s​⁠ own—something even veteran‍⁠ mages could not‍‌⁠ easily master.

It’s⁠‍​ a common trait‍ among those who⁠ reach the four-star‍ rank or higher‌‍ the way they‍‍⁠ manipulate magic through‌‍‍ their own interpretation⁠‌‍ lies beyond ordinary​⁠⁠ talent.

Snap!‌

However,‌ Dereck’s true intention​​‌ was to draw‍‍ Beltus’s gaze.

Leaping‍ from the rubble,​‍​ Dereck lunged at⁠ him with his‍ sword drawn. His‌​‍ jump was so‌⁠‍ fast that by​⁠⁠ the time someone​ blinked, the blade​ was already right⁠ in front of‍ him.

Clang!‍

But‌ the two-star combat‌⁠​ spell Protective Wall⁠‍​ had the power‌ to nullify physical‌‌‌ impact in proportion‌ to the caster’s‍​ magic.

The⁠ sword, blocked right‍ before the Grand‍​‍ Duke, trembled violently.‍

“Do‌‍⁠ you think you‍‌ can defeat me‍​​ with such pathetic‌ tricks?”

Bang!⁠‍‌

The​ Light of the​‌​ Empire in Beltus’s​ hands shone once‍‍‍ more.

In‍‍ an instant, the‍ shockwave it released‍ hurled Dereck against‌​‌ the wall. Dust‌​ rose as Dereck‍​⁠ coughed in pain.‌

Even​‍ so, he stood​⁠ up and widened‌​‍ the distance between⁠⁠‌ them.

Was​​ it a retreat?‌⁠‍ Or was he‌ trying to lure‍‌ him in? It⁠‍‍ wasn’t clear, but⁠‌ the Grand Duke‍ had no choice‍​ but to pursue.⁠​⁠

He‌​ could already feel​​​ it. If he‌ didn’t kill that⁠ monster right then,​‌​ he couldn’t imagine​ how powerful he​ might become in​ the future.

Even⁠‍ before a five-star‍‌‌ mage, Dereck’s mind​⁠‍ was constantly turning—searching‌ for openings, adapting,‍​ refining his use⁠‍⁠ of magic, attempting‌‍ to overturn the‌‌ situation.

His‍ sensitivity to magic‍⁠ was high, and​ his rate of​ growth abnormally fast.⁠

Who‌‍‍ could doubt it?‍ That monster had⁠⁠ the potential to⁠‌⁠ reach at least‌ five stars.

It‍⁠ was a great​⁠​ fortune to encounter‌‌​ him while he‍‍‌ was still a three-star mage, momentarily‍ stagnant after hitting‌⁠ a wall.

If‌‍‍ the opportunity had‌ arisen to tear‍‌​ him out by‍ the roots, it⁠ had to be‌⁠ taken.

And‍‍ so, Grand Duke⁠ Beltus dashed down⁠‍ the corridor, chasing‍​ Dereck.

Boom!‍‍ Bang!

Dereck‌ cast confusion magic,⁠⁠‍ scattering illusions everywhere.‍

Though‌⁠ numerous illusory doubles‌‍ appeared, created by​ the confusion magic,‌ Beltus—who also mastered​‌ detection spells—was not⁠‌ deceived.

Arrows​ flew, swords clashed‌ against his body,‍‍‌ but he ignored​⁠ them all.

He​​ already anticipated they‍ would vanish the‌ moment they touched⁠‍ him.

Dereck​ crossed the half-destroyed‌ corridor of the‌⁠ second floor and‌⁠‌ opened the door‌‌ leading to the⁠⁠ outer stairs.

– Groooh!

But​ what appeared before‍⁠ him was a giant demon.

The‌‍‍ sight of its​ massive face closing⁠⁠⁠ in was pure‌‍‌ terror.

The‍‌​ hellish demon, moving⁠​ under Beltus’s command,‍ had already been‌ waiting, knowing he‍ would try to‌⁠‍ escape through there.‍‌⁠

Its​‌ eyes gleamed, and⁠ soon a gigantic‌⁠‍ fist came crashing‍ down toward him.‌⁠‌

– Booom!

Struck‌​‍ by the impact,‌‌‍ Dereck rolled once‍​⁠ across the floor.​‍⁠

Bursting​ through the dust,​‍​ he sprinted at‍⁠​ full speed toward⁠ the lower floor.‍‌

“What‍‌⁠ a pleasure to‍‌ see you run!”​‍

The‍​​ Grand Duke, wrapped‌ in magic, floated‌‍ and pursued him‍ downward.

Even‍‍ if he had​‍ to abandon everything,‌‍‍ he was determined‍​ to kill him‌ right there.

With‌‍⁠ that resolve, he‌ plunged after him.⁠‍​

– Fwoosh! Thud!

Dereck​‍ threw himself into‍ the first-floor corridor,‍‍ rolled, and kept‌‌‌ moving.

The‍⁠​ corridor on the⁠ second floor was‌ almost completely destroyed,‌ but the first​ floor still retained‌ some of the‌‍‌ luxury of a noble mansion.

Of‍ course, the carpet‌ was stained with​ monster tracks, and‍​ furniture lay scattered⁠ across the floor.‌⁠

– Clang! Bang!

Suddenly,‍‌ all the windows‍‍ along the long⁠⁠‌ corridor shattered at‍​ once, and a swarm of bat-like⁠ monsters burst in.​​‌

It⁠​ was impossible to⁠⁠‍ count how many‌ creatures Grand Duke​‍ Beltus controlled.

Each​​⁠ was imbued with​‍ magical power, and‍‌​ yet they all‍‍ seemed to move​​ as one.

When⁠ Dereck cast the​ two-star combat spell​‍ Fireball down the​‍ corridor, many began‌‌ to burn and‌⁠‌ disintegrate, but the​⁠ number flooding in‌ far exceeded those​⁠ destroyed.

Wielding‍‍‌ his longsword, Dereck​ cut down the⁠ monsters one after​​ another until the⁠‌ Grand Duke finally​‍‌ appeared at the⁠‌‌ far end.

He‌​⁠ had entered floating⁠⁠‍ through a window.⁠‍​

“Your⁠ words sounded grand,‌‍ but you’re nothing⁠‌ more than a coward running away.​‌ I’ll end your‌⁠ life here…”

– Bang!

Before⁠⁠ the Grand Duke⁠‌​ could finish his⁠​‍ sentence, the ceiling‌ collapsed.

Startled​‍ by the sudden‌​ attack, he tried​ to deploy a defensive spell but‌‍ couldn’t deflect all‌ the falling debris.​‌

‘An‍‌‍ ambush… reinforcements…?’

The​‌ mansion’s entrance was‌⁠ blocked by the⁠⁠‍ Archlich.

At‌​ this point, there‌​⁠ shouldn’t have been‌​‍ any enemies left​‍⁠ capable of intervening.⁠

However,⁠⁠‌ among the remains‍‌‌ of the second-floor‌⁠​ corridor were clear‍ traces of magical⁠ energy.

But⁠ when he looked⁠‍‌ up, there was​⁠ no one there.‍

Only​​ then did Dereck’s​‍ eyes fall on‌‌ the staff he‌⁠ held.

‘Echoes…’‍

The​ staff, crafted by‍​‍ a transmutation artisan‌‌ from the northern‌ Rochester region, had⁠⁠ the ability to‌‌⁠ re-manifest a spell‌ after a brief​​ delay once cast.​‌⁠

The‍ fireball Dereck had‌ launched in the‍⁠ second-floor corridor wasn’t⁠⁠ intended to subdue​⁠⁠ Grand Duke Beltus​‌‍ directly.

By‍‍ exploiting the power‌ of Echoes, he​​ had re-manifested the‍ fireball with a timed delay to​⁠ collapse the building’s​‍​ foundations.

By‍ casting the spell​⁠‍ with that delay,‍‍‍ he succeeded in‍​ luring Grand Duke​​​ Beltus into the⁠ first-floor corridor, causing‌ him to be‍⁠ buried beneath the⁠‍ debris.

Crackle!⁠⁠⁠ Bang!

Of⁠ course, the rubble‍​‍ alone wasn’t enough⁠ to subdue him.‍ His defensive magic‌‌ was powerful enough⁠‌‌ to easily withstand⁠‍​ such weight.

However,‌‌‍ his attention briefly‌‌ shifted toward the‌​ second floor.

That⁠‍ single instant of‍ distraction.

In⁠‌​ a situation where‍⁠⁠ the outcome could​‍⁠ be decided in‍⁠ a fraction of‍‌​ a second, even​ the slightest lapse‌‍ could lead to‌ an irreversible result.​

When‍ Grand Duke Beltus‍⁠ turned his gaze​‍‍ forward again, Dereck​ had already drawn⁠​ his sword and​‌ was lunging at‍⁠ him.

His​‌‌ movement was like⁠‌ lightning. The speed‌‍​ and lack of‍‌ hesitation showed that‌‌‍ everything had been‌⁠‌ meticulously calculated.

In‍ that instant, lasting​ only a hundredth⁠​ of a second—that‍ fleeting moment when​​ time seemed to⁠⁠⁠ stop—the Grand Duke’s‌​‌ mind began to‌‍ accelerate.

Even⁠‌​ with necromantic madness‌ consuming his thoughts‍​⁠ and his body⁠ on the verge‌​ of collapse, the​ master-level mage never​‌‍ stopped thinking.

The​ falling debris. Dereck​⁠ closing in.

If⁠⁠ he had to⁠​ defend against one‌‍‍ first, it had‌‌ to be the​‌​ latter.

Instinctive⁠‌⁠ reflexes.

Despite‌​‍ his old and‍ weary body, and‍⁠ his years away​⁠ from the battlefield,‍ his combat instincts‍‌ surged through him​​ once more.

If​ he blocked Dereck’s‌ attack, he couldn’t⁠ stop the debris.⁠‌‌

But⁠ Dereck would be​‍ buried along with‌ him.

Better​ both buried, he‍ thought, than allowing⁠ a one-sided strike.‍

With⁠ that decision, he⁠ prepared to unleash​⁠‍ a shockwave toward‌ Dereck.

Whoosh!​

But‌‌‌ the moment the‌‌‍ duke’s magic touched⁠​ him, the figure‍ of Dereck lunging⁠‌ forward with sword‍ in hand dissolved​​​ into magical energy​​ and vanished. It​​ was an illusion​‌ spell.

Even​ in such an​‍‌ extreme situation, that‍‌​ madman had thrown‌‌ in another feint.‌⁠

To‍‌ foresee even the‍​ unforeseen—to respond to‍⁠ the response—the ability⁠‍ to see one⁠⁠​ step ahead is⁠ an indispensable skill​ for a duelist.​​‌

Had⁠​ he only done​‍ it to prevent‌‍⁠ the Grand Duke‍⁠⁠ from blocking the​ falling debris by⁠ forcing him to⁠⁠ react to the‍⁠‍ illusion?

Beltus​ realized his intent‌ too late and‌‍‍ turned his gaze‌⁠‍ upward to try‍‍ and halt the‍‍​ collapse.

– Thud!

However,‌ Dereck was one‍ step ahead.

A sword protruded from⁠‌⁠ Grand Duke Beltus’s⁠​ shoulder.

His​⁠‍ eyes widened, and‍‌​ he looked back.‍

Even‌‍ if both were‌​​ buried beneath the‍⁠ rubble, that strike‌‍ was fatal.

Dereck‍ took another step​ and drove the‌‌​ blade in once​ more. The attack​ from behind was⁠​⁠ impossible to block.​⁠

In‍ that situation, he‍ too would be‌ caught under the⁠ collapse.

But​​ if he could‌​‍ land a truly‍⁠⁠ deadly blow, it​⁠ was worth the‌⁠ risk.

If​⁠⁠ he could claim‌⁠‍ the bone, he‌‌ was willing to‌‌ sacrifice the flesh.‍​‌

The‍⁠​ reckless spirit of​⁠⁠ that young, blood-soaked‍ mercenary was unlike⁠‌‍ that of a noble who had‌‌​ too much to‍ lose.

“You’re…⁠ a damn… lunatic…”‌

Blood⁠ spurted from the‌‌ pierced shoulder.

– Crash! Bang!

The‍​ debris from the‌‍‍ second floor collapsed⁠‌ over them both.⁠

***‍

– Rustle.

The‌‌​ sound of dust​‍⁠ falling over the​‌‍ heap of ruins‌⁠ echoed faintly.

The​⁠​ collapsed remains had‍⁠ broken through the​ hallway floor, sinking⁠‍ all the way‍‌‍ into the basement.‌

Starlight⁠ filtered through the​‌ shattered ceiling, and⁠⁠ a presence emerged‍​ from among the​‌​ rubble.

– Crack, Thud! Boom!‍​

Duke‌ Beltus, with a wound in his‍​ shoulder, groaned as⁠⁠​ he rose.

Blood⁠⁠ gushed out, and​⁠ his legs wouldn’t‍‍ respond.

His⁠‌‍ luxurious noble attire⁠⁠ was covered in⁠‍ dust and blood;‌‌ his broken body⁠‍‍ creaked audibly.

Even‌ so, he was‍⁠‌ still alive. Somehow,​ the protective magic​​‍ he had cast‍​ had managed to⁠​ preserve his limbs.‌

– Crack! Thud!

But​⁠‌ as soon as​ he emerged from‌‍⁠ the heap of‌‍ ruins, his knees‌‌ gave out.

The‍ necromantic madness threatened​​ to consume his‍‌ mind once again,‌​⁠ and the veins‌‍⁠ across his body​​‌ burned like fire.⁠

His⁠‌ body was shattered,​⁠​ his mana nearly‍ depleted, the mansion⁠​​ collapsing, the gathered⁠ armies scattered, and​‌ the monsters running​‌ amok.

Amid​‌ all that chaos,​⁠ the duke’s blood⁠‍ coursed violently through‌⁠ his veins.

He⁠ had to endure,⁠ to overcome this‍‍ crisis, and take⁠ one more step‌ toward the ambition‍‍‌ he had pursued‌ all his life.⁠‌

Thinking‍ only of that,⁠ he clenched his⁠ teeth and endured.​‍

That‌‌ was how Duke‍⁠‌ Beltus had accumulated‌‍​ power.

“Cough,‍‌‌ gasp… gasp…”

He​​ caught the scent‌​ of grapes.

It‍‍ was the underground‌ wine cellar. The​‍​ debris from the⁠​ first-floor hallway had⁠ fallen all the‌ way down to⁠‍‌ the basement.

Broken‌‍ bottles covered the​⁠ floor, and the‌‌ wine spilling from‍ the barrels soaked‍ the ground like⁠ blood.

The‍‍‍ red liquid running‍​⁠ down his hand—was⁠​ it wine or⁠ blood? Or both?⁠‍⁠

He⁠ didn’t know, but‍‍ he had to⁠​ stay conscious.

“Gasp,​‍ cough… ugh…”

Beltus​‌ brushed the hair‌‍ from his forehead​ with a hand⁠​‍ soaked in wine⁠ and pressed against​⁠‌ his bleeding shoulder.‌‍⁠

His​‍ vision was blurring.‌

He‍ struck his face‍‌ with his fist‍ to keep from​‍‍ passing out.

Boom!‌‍

Crash!​‍‌

But‌ another figure forced⁠ its way through‍‌‍ the wreckage and​‌‍ stood behind him.⁠‍​

There‌⁠‌ was no need​‌⁠ to identify him—it‌ was the monster‍ who had fallen‌‍‌ with him into‌⁠ the depths.

Red‍ eyes gleamed beneath‌‌‍ white hair. Wine⁠​ stained the tips‍⁠‍ of his boots,⁠​⁠ and blood covered‍ his face.

He​⁠​ had a broken‍ fingernail and a deep scar crossing‌⁠‌ his left eyebrow,​ perhaps crushed by​‍‍ debris. The sword⁠ was gone.

But⁠‌‍ the man didn’t‍ care and leapt‌‌⁠ from the wreckage,⁠‌ striking Duke Beltus‌ across the face.⁠

– Thud!

“Ugh!”‍

The⁠​ duke fell to​⁠⁠ the floor, sliding,​​ but managed to‌‍‍ gather magic and⁠ released a shockwave‍ toward Dereck’s feet.​

– Thud!

A situation pushed to‍ the very limit.‌

Even⁠‍‌ so, magic flared​⁠ from his fingertips,​​ summoning a sword⁠⁠‍ that pierced Dereck’s‍​ shoulder and thigh.‍​

The‌‍‌ blow landed cleanly,⁠​⁠ piercing through him.‌

Blood‍‍ burst forth, and​⁠ Dereck rolled across⁠⁠‍ the wine-soaked floor,‌‌ groaning.

“You…​‍⁠ bastard… do you​ even know who‍ you’re talking to…?”​‍⁠

Just⁠ by summoning a few swords, Beltus⁠ coughed up blood.‌‍​

Every‌‍ spell he cast‌‌ now clung directly‍ to his life‍‍ itself.

Even​⁠⁠ on the verge⁠‌ of collapse, the​ man—like a moving​⁠ corpse—did not stop.‍⁠‌

He​‍ ripped the sword‌‍ from his own‌ flesh, opened his⁠‌‍ eyes wide in​‍‍ fury, and lunged⁠​‍ forward, grabbing the‌‌​ duke by the‌⁠ throat.

He‌ slammed him to​‍‍ the ground, seized​‍ a fallen sword—but‌​​ Beltus tripped him.​

Crash!‌‍ Bang!

Dereck,​‌‍ sprawled on the⁠ floor, tried to‍ rise, but he⁠‌‍ was already at‍‍ his limit.

The‍‍​ Grand Duke twisted​‍ his bloodied lips‍​ into a crooked⁠‍ grin and also‌‌‍ tried to get‍​‌ up, reaching for‍ the fallen sword—but⁠‌‌ Dereck hurled a nearby stone.

– Thud!

The‌‍​ sharp rock struck‌‍ his hand, leaving‌ a deep wound.‌‍

As⁠⁠⁠ Beltus staggered back​​⁠ with a groan,⁠⁠ Dereck, barely standing,⁠‍‌ rammed into him‌⁠ with his shoulder.‌

– Thud! Thud!

He⁠​ threw himself on⁠​ top of him‍‌‌ and struck his⁠ nose several times.​

Blood‌ splattered, and a tooth rolled across⁠‍ the floor.

Yet‍‍ the duke, bloodied​ and dazed, managed‍‍ to gather magic⁠​⁠ and pushed Dereck​ away.

He​‍‍ kicked him in⁠⁠‍ the stomach, stomped‍‌‍ on his thigh,‍‌ and raised the​​ blade to finish‌ him.

Blood‍ splashed, and wine‍ spilled.

Red‌ liquid flowed from⁠⁠‌ a shattered barrel.‌

The⁠‌ fight in that⁠​‍ basement was no‍ different from the​‍‌ brawls that happened​‌ in the slums.⁠⁠

And‍‌ yet, both men⁠⁠ were established nobles.​⁠

With‍‌​ trembling hands, Duke⁠​‍ Beltus picked up‌ a dagger, but‍​⁠ Dereck, who suddenly‌​ rose, grabbed his​​ wrist.

The​‌ duke didn’t let⁠‌‍ go of the⁠ weapon. With shaking‌‍ hands, he tried‍‌ to stab him​​‌ however he could,‌‍⁠ but Dereck blocked‍‍‍ the motion with​ sheer grip strength.⁠

Dereck’s​‍‍ nails dug into⁠ the duke’s wrist,​⁠‍ and blood dripped⁠ down.

Beltus​​ clenched his teeth‌‌ and screamed, but​ his body no⁠‌‌ longer obeyed him.‌‌

“Die.​​‍ Die! You damned…​‌‍ die…!”

“…”​

Two​​ men struggled over‍⁠‌ a single dagger.⁠‍‍

At‌ that moment, Dereck,​‍ his eyes wide‌‍ open, spoke.

“I‌ suppose you don’t‍ have enough strength​ left to use‌‍ magic.”

“…”​

“How‌ pitiful.”

In⁠​ that instant, a chill ran down‌ Grand Duke Beltus’s‌ spine.

Even​ in the middle​​ of such an‌‌ extreme situation, where​​ both their lives⁠​ hung by a thread, that madman‌‌ was still observing​‌ and absorbing his‌​ magic.

– Bang!

At​ that moment, a first-level combat spell,‌​‌ Shockwave, shot straight‍ into the Grand​​‌ Duke’s abdomen.

Beltus‌‌‍ was sent flying,‌⁠ crashing against a wine barrel, and​‍⁠ rolled across the​‌​ floor.

The⁠ wine seeping from​⁠​ the barrel soaked‌‍ his shoulder.

His‍ trembling pupils slowly‍⁠ rose from the​ river of blood‍⁠‌ toward the young‌​⁠ wolf.

That⁠ man was insane.​​

He‍​‌ had climbed to⁠‍ that point driven‌ solely by the‌‌‍ desire to master⁠‌​ magic, and it⁠⁠ was impossible to‌ comprehend the fervor​ within him that​​ bordered on madness.​⁠‌

“Cough…‍‍⁠ cough… cough…”

Dereck,⁠​‌ too, was barely‍‍‌ standing, coughing as‌‍ if his body⁠‌​ no longer obeyed‌​‌ him.

He⁠​ stumbled several times,⁠‍‌ his feet slipping,‌⁠‌ and had to‍​​ push himself up⁠‍‌ from the ground‌⁠‌ again and again.‍‍‌

Even​ so, he straightened⁠‍​ completely without changing‌​ his expression.

In‌​ his hand, he‍ held a dagger.‍‌‍

The‍⁠ man staggering toward‌‌ him was Death​ itself—the Reaper come⁠ to end the‌⁠‌ long path of⁠ Grand Duke Beltus.‌

When​‍‌ that reality became‌ clear, the duke’s‌​‌ toes began to‌​​ tremble uncontrollably.

“You…⁠‍‌ damned lunatic…”

“…”⁠‌⁠

“Why…⁠ why are you‌​ so obsessed… with​‌ magic…?”

Dereck’s‌ cold gaze pierced‌ Grand Duke Beltus.​‍‌

The⁠⁠ latter tried to‍ move his battered‌‌​ body, but even‍⁠​ the wine running‌ down his shoulders⁠ felt unbearably heavy.‍​‍

“Magic…⁠‍ was just a means to rise‍⁠ for someone as‌​‌ low-born as you,⁠‍⁠ wasn’t it…?”

“…”​​

“Then​‌‌ I’ll do as​‍‌ you wish. Take⁠⁠‍ my hand… I’ll‍​ show you what‌ true power is…”‌

The‌‌ stench of death‍‍ filled the air.​‌‌

It‌‌ was so thick—more‌​ pungent and dense⁠‍ than the scent​ of grapes saturating‍⁠⁠ the cellar.

The‌⁠‍ duke’s sharp sense‌⁠ of smell didn’t‌ overlook that abominable⁠‍ fear.

With‌ trembling hands, he‌‍‌ propped himself on​‌ the floor and‌ spoke to Dereck.‍⁠‍

“If‌ you wish to‌⁠ learn magic… I can help you⁠⁠​ reach the highest‌ peaks… I am‌⁠ the master of​ Beltus…”

“…”​‍‍

“Your​​​ skill and talent…‌​ have already been​‌​ proven beyond doubt.⁠⁠ Your courage and​⁠ determination… you possess‌​ the qualities of​​ a ruler… Trust‌ me and take‌‍⁠ my hand… I’ll​ guide you to‌ the summit…”

“Why⁠​⁠ are you so​⁠‍ obsessed with magic?”‍‌

Dereck‌‌‌ staggered and slowly⁠ approached.

– Clang! Clang!

He‍ let the dagger‍‍ in his hand‌⁠‌ fall. It rolled​ weakly across the‍‌ floor, disappearing into‌⁠ the river of‍‍ wine.

Soon,‍ Dereck’s hand was⁠‌ imbued with magical‌ energy.

Could‍‌ he still use‍‍​ magic?

Duke​​‌ Beltus clicked his‌⁠ tongue in disbelief.‌​⁠

After⁠‍⁠ scraping the very⁠‍ bottom of his‌‌‍ energy, all that‍ should have remained‌​‌ was pure willpower.‌⁠‌

Only‌ by drawing out‍‍ every last drop‌ of power from‌‌⁠ the body through​​‍ superhuman will can‍ one reach the⁠‌ next level.

That‍‍‌ was what the​⁠‌ duke had demonstrated‍‌ throughout the battle.‌​

Not‌​​ bound by the⁠‌​ magical system established‍ by Adelbert, but⁠​ rising above it—touching⁠‍ the very essence‍​ of magic itself.‌‌

Clashes⁠⁠ of swords, collisions⁠‌⁠ of spells—the sensation​ that touched the‌ man’s senses flickered‌ through his memory.⁠

It‌​ was incredible that⁠ Dereck still had⁠⁠ enough energy to‌​ channel magic.

He​‍⁠ had already suffered‍‌ multiple fatal wounds,‍‌​ his body was‌ covered in cuts,‌ and blood wouldn’t‌‍ stop flowing.

And‌ yet, he tried‍ to unleash a spell beyond one‌⁠‌ or two stars‍⁠​ in level.

From​⁠ that point onward,‌⁠ it might well‌⁠‍ cost him his⁠ life.

Everything⁠​‌ in the world⁠‌‌ has a price.​​

But​‍‍ Dereck, without hesitation,‌‍ squeezed out the‍ last of his‌‍⁠ energy, trying to​‍ manifest everything he‌‍‌ had ever seen,⁠‍ heard, and felt.‍

Was⁠‌ it a spinning⁠ lantern? Or a dream?

Come​⁠‍ to think of​‍ it, he had‌​‌ always been gazing‌ at the starry‍‍​ sky.

In​⁠​ the corners of​⁠ the slums, on⁠‌ tavern streets, by​​ the roadside, in‍ the barony.

The⁠‍ people beside him‌⁠‌ might have changed,‌⁠ but the scenery‍​ always seemed the‍ same.

Each⁠ time, the people‌‌ beside him asked‌⁠ similar questions.

An‍‌ old man in​ the slums once​‌​ asked.

“Dereck,‌ why do you‌ study magic?”

The‌⁠​ boy eating hard⁠‍‍ bread replied.

“Just‌‌ to survive.”

A fallen noblewoman wandering‌‌‍ the streets asked‍ him.

“Dereck,⁠‌ why do you‌​ work so hard‍⁠‍ to learn magic?”​​

The​​ boy, already starting⁠‍ to resemble a mercenary, answered.

“To​‍ become stronger.”

An​​ old wandering mage,‌⁠​ worn by hardship,​​‌ once asked.

“What‌‍⁠ do you intend‍ to achieve by⁠‍ learning magic this‍⁠⁠ way?”

The‌​ man, who was‍ beginning to make‌​ a name for‌⁠ himself as a magic instructor, replied.​‍‌

“Because‌​ it’s fun.”

The‍⁠ answer changed every⁠‍ time. It couldn’t‍⁠ be helped.

As‍ he grew, matured,⁠⁠ survived, became stronger,‍‍‍ and his circumstances‍​ improved, his reasons⁠‌‌ for seeking higher​ levels of magic‌‌ varied—but the outcome​ of moving forward⁠⁠ was always the‍​​ same.

In‍ that context, answering‍⁠ Grand Duke Beltus’s⁠‍⁠ question was not⁠‌‌ difficult at all.‍

No⁠‌​ long explanation was⁠‌ necessary.

When⁠ asked why he‌‍​ was so obsessed⁠⁠‍ with magic, he‍⁠ felt the answer⁠​⁠ had been decided‍⁠‌ long ago.

When‍ he had awakened​ in the streets‍‌‍ of the slums,‍‌‍ thrown into a cold world without‌​‌ rules or direction.‍

That⁠​​ naïve boy had‍ wondered why he‍​‍ had to live.⁠‍‌

Perhaps​ he had already‌ understood it back​​‍ then.

To‍⁠ live well, it’s​⁠⁠ good to be​‌⁠ obsessed with something.⁠‌

A life without purpose‍​ or ambition lacks‍ drive.

So‍‍‌ he decided to‌ be obsessed with​‍ magic.

That’s‌ why, when people⁠ asked him why‍⁠ he clung so⁠‌​ tightly to magical⁠‍ success, there was‍‍‌ no grand answer.​‍⁠

“Just⁠‌‍ because.”

That⁠ was all.

Grand​ Duke Beltus’s eyes⁠‍ widened.

An​⁠​ incomprehensible fear—like that‌ felt before a being beyond all‍ logic and understanding—seized‍ him.

When​​‌ humans sense death⁠⁠⁠ drawing near, they​‌⁠ often cry.

He‌​ clenched his teeth,⁠ searching for a way out—but there‍ was none.

Crackle,⁠⁠‌ pop! Whoosh!

In‌⁠​ Dereck’s perception, the​⁠⁠ magical system intertwined,‍‍⁠ soon radiating light.⁠⁠

The​⁠⁠ magical energy at‍​ his arm’s tip‍ was familiar—and he⁠‌‍ deliberately shattered it.‍

Three-star‍‌ combat magic, Freeze.⁠‌

He⁠‌ knew the sensation‍‍‌ of the magical‌​ flow, but he​​ forcibly twisted and‍ distorted it, combining‍‌⁠ the methods of‌‌‍ illusion and summoning​ magic.

Beyond⁠‌‌ the rules established⁠ by Adelbert, when​⁠ one gazes directly​⁠ into the essence‍‌ of magic, an⁠​ entirely new landscape​⁠⁠ reveals itself.

The‍⁠‍ euphoria that swept‍​‍ through his entire‍‍ body upon reaching‌‌⁠ that limit could​ not be compared⁠ to any extreme⁠⁠‍ narcotic.

Crackle,​ Pop!

It‌‌‍ felt as if‌ his whole body‌ were burning and​ electricity was crackling‌⁠ through him.

To‌ use magic of⁠​ such scale with‌​‍ a body at⁠​ its limit would⁠⁠⁠ inevitably bring aftereffects—he⁠ knew it.

But‍‍ he couldn’t stop⁠‌​ now that he⁠‍ had come this⁠ far.

Dereck’s‌⁠⁠ eyes glowed with⁠‍​ a strange light,​ and the magical​⁠​ energy radiating from⁠ him began to⁠‌​ envelop the entire⁠​‌ underground cellar.

In⁠ that instant, Grand⁠‍ Duke Beltus felt​​​ an unfamiliar chill.‌​

Then,‍ with a deafening⁠​⁠ roar, Dereck’s magical⁠⁠ energy exploded.

***⁠

“It’s​‌ gotten colder. Is⁠‍ it winter?”

Fina,⁠‍⁠ who had just‌ stepped out of⁠⁠ the forest, stretched‌ lazily.

She⁠ planned to pass‌‍ through a nearby‌⁠​ village, take a horse, and return​​‌ to the Ravenclaw​ Barony—yes, that was​​​ the extent of‌ her brazen thoughts.​‍‌

Seeing⁠‍ her so relaxed⁠ after the catastrophe⁠​ she had caused‌​‌ at the Beltus‌ mansion made it‌ clear she was​‍ far from a normal person.

Even⁠‍ she was beginning‌ to believe the‌‍⁠ saying that there​​‍ were no sane​ six-star mages.

As⁠‌ she walked through⁠‍ the clearing under⁠ the moonlight, she​⁠‌ glanced toward the‌ distant Beltus mansion.⁠​⁠

The​‌ hellscape, covered in‌​‌ rampaging monsters and⁠ restless spirits, was‌​ just to her‌ liking. She wondered‌​ when she’d next‍‍‌ get to enjoy​‍​ such chaos.

But⁠​ the mansion’s appearance‍​​ had changed drastically​ since she left.‍⁠⁠

The‌ moon shone brightly.‌⁠

The‌ main building, revealed‌ beneath the silvery‌⁠‍ light, was completely​ frozen.

“Now​​ that looks much​‌‌ better.”

Four-star‌⁠ combat magic—Large-Scale Spatial‌​ Freeze.

A spell that stopped​​ not only its⁠‍ surroundings but the⁠⁠ entire battlefield—something only‍‍ seen during the‌‍ Great Northern War.‍​

At‌​ that time, it‌⁠​ was Melverot who‌‌⁠ used it, and⁠ wartime magic had⁠‌‌ always been distinguished‌​‌ by its colossal⁠ scale.

“♬⁠ ♩♪”

Humming⁠​​ a tune, Fina⁠ left the mansion‌ behind.

She‌ crossed the clearing⁠‍ at an unhurried​‌ pace and disappeared‌⁠ into the darkness.​

The⁠⁠ sight of the‌ frozen mansion under⁠‌‌ the moonlight was‍⁠ beautiful.

Considering‌⁠‍ the horrors unfolding⁠⁠ within, the contrast​ was truly ironic.‌‍

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