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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 14: Imam (4)

Chapter 14: Imam (4)

Leigh‌ felt a strange‍ sense of dissonance⁠⁠⁠ as he looked⁠‌ at Diella, who‍⁠‍ stood in her⁠ place on the‌⁠‍ platform.

What‍‍ kind of person⁠⁠ was this girl‌ named Diella?

Selfish,​ immature, reckless—a true​‌⁠ spoiled brat.

She‍​ was a troublemaker​⁠ whose expulsion from⁠ House Duplain would⁠​⁠ not have been‌⁠‌ a loss. The​⁠ memories of her​⁠ hurling insults and‍‌ hurting the servants‌​ Leigh cherished still‌‍ flickered before his​⁠ eyes.

But‌‍​ now, standing tall‍​ on the platform,⁠⁠ looking at Leigh,⁠ there was no‍‌ trace of that‌ reckless behavior. Beneath⁠⁠ the cloak she‍ wore, her gaze‌ toward Leigh appeared‍⁠‌ calm, tinged with​​​ caution and a hint of tension.‌

‘Did​​‌ she really come⁠​​ to win?’

Leigh⁠‍ adjusted his arm‍⁠⁠ and looked up⁠‍ toward the terrace‍‌ where the Grand‍⁠‌ Duke Duplain was‍‍ observing from the‍ mansion with that⁠ woman, eyes unblinking.‌

‘Either‍ way, I need⁠ to end this⁠ quickly.’

The⁠‌ servant in charge​⁠ of officiating stood⁠ firmly on the‍​ platform.

Leigh‌⁠ stepped onto the‍ platform and silently‍‍ looked at Diella,‌ then commented:

“I‍ thought you’d be​‌ plotting your escape,⁠ terrifying the servants‍‍‍ with fear all‍‌ over your face.‌ But you keep‍ surprising me.”

Leigh’s‍ noble clothing was‌‌​ more functional than​⁠​ Valerian’s. As he⁠‍‌ rolled up his‍⁠ sleeves and dusted‌ off his hands,‍ the veins in‍‌ his arms were‌‍ clearly visible. Before⁠‌​ becoming a mage,⁠‌ he was a strong young man.​​⁠

It​ was hard to‌⁠​ imagine Diella, with⁠ neither magical nor⁠ physical strength, defeating​⁠ Leigh. His mind​‍ was focused on⁠​‌ a quick and‍ decisive victory.

“Please​‍​ finalize the duel‍ preparations. We’ll be‌⁠‌ using the advanced​‍ mage duel rules‌​ of the Kelbrem​​ Hall in Ebelstein,‍‍​ where the match⁠ ends when the⁠‍ first protection circle‍‍‍ is activated,” Leigh‍​​ said.

The⁠ head butler, Delron,⁠ read the basic‌​ terms from the‍ platform. The Kelbrem‍ Hall rules were‌​ already the most​‌​ common among noble‍‌‍ magical duels. There‌ was no need‌ to recite them‍​​ fully—both participants knew​⁠ them well.

With‌‌ that, Delron closed⁠‍⁠ his eyes for‍ a moment, then‌ opened them and​ declared:

“Begin.”⁠‍‍

As⁠‌‌ soon as the‌‌ match began, Leigh⁠​⁠ swiftly raised his​ hand. A taut⁠ string seemed to‍ snap, and a fierce fighting spirit‌‌​ briefly burned in​ his eyes.

Each‍‌ duelist began with​‍ a charm engraved‌​ with a magical‍​ protection circle by⁠‍​ a senior mage.​

“Protection‍ Engraving,” a protection‍ circle of at‍⁠​ least three-star level,‌ would activate automatically‌​ just before the‌ wearer suffered a serious injury, neutralizing​​‍ the opponent’s magic‍ and then disappearing.​⁠‍ Essentially, its activation⁠‌ meant the wearer‍⁠​ had received a significant blow, thereby‍ confirming their defeat.‍⁠

The​‌⁠ protection circle lasted‍ about ten minutes​‌ from its placement.‍‌ If the duel‍ didn’t end within‌ that time, the‍‍ result would be​​ a draw.

Of​ course, Leigh had‍‍ no intention of⁠⁠ allowing a draw,⁠⁠‍ so he focused‍ his mind. Against‌ someone as slow‌‌⁠ as Diella, a well-placed one-star spell⁠ would be enough​‌ to activate her⁠‌​ protection circle.

Leigh‌​ gathered magic in‍​‍ his hands and⁠‍​ began his incantation.​

“Oh⁠‌‌ wind that sweeps‌​ the meadows and​​ splits the earth…”​⁠

Even‌‍⁠ though Leigh had‍ started his incantation‍ with his hand‌ raised, Diella remained⁠‌‌ still, staring directly​​ at him.

A key aspect of‍‍⁠ magical duels was‌‌ incantation speed. When‍​⁠ starting at a distance, the one⁠ who finished their⁠ chant first would‍ have the advantage.‌⁠

To⁠‍ counter with magic,‌‌ starting the incantation‌ quickly was crucial,​​⁠ yet Diella stood​​‌ still, her cloak​ billowing as she​⁠ stared at Leigh.​​

‘Is‌‌ she frozen in​‌‍ fear?’

Leigh⁠‍‍ smirked confidently, ready​⁠⁠ to unleash the​⁠​ one-star spell “Wind‌ Blade” from his‍ fingertips. The idea‍‍⁠ that the duel‌⁠​ would end so⁠‌‍ easily brought a bit of disappointment.‍ Leigh wasn’t the‌ type to go​ easy on Diella.‌​

The‍​‌ wind-formed blade shot‍‌‌ toward Diella. He‍‌ was already thinking‌​ about her protection‍ circle activating instantly‍​ and having her​⁠​ locked back in‍⁠‍ the annex.

Swish!‌

At​ that moment, Diella‌ ducked and dove‌‌ to the side.‌‍‌ Her cloak flared,⁠ and a flash‍‌ of her golden⁠⁠​ hair showed through‌​ the fabric. It‍ was an agile​⁠‍ movement rarely seen⁠ from Diella.

However,​‌ she was still‍​⁠ a girl who⁠ had been shut​​ inside an annex.‍​​ No matter how‍ nimble, her movements⁠ had limits.

“Stop⁠⁠‌ right there!”

With⁠​​ clenched teeth, Leigh‌ released his spell,‌​‍ redirecting the Wind‍‌‌ Blade.

The‍⁠‍ redirected blade arced‍​ toward Diella but‍‌‍ did not strike​​ directly.

Swish!‌

Crack!‌⁠ Crash!

A pillar of ice‍‌ rose from the⁠‍​ ground, blocking the‍‍ Wind Blade’s path.​‍

Normally,⁠‍ a basic ice‍‌ wall like that,​‌ only imbued with​ elemental magic, wouldn’t⁠​ withstand the force​‌ of a one-star⁠‌‌ spell.

However,​ by constantly changing​‌⁠ direction, she forced‌⁠ her opponent to‍ alter their attack’s⁠ trajectory. Magic with‍ a warped and‌‌ redirected flow would​​ surely lose half⁠​ its power compared⁠ to a direct‍​‍ cast.

Leigh‌ scowled.

Diella‌ knew that the⁠‌​ more complex and​ varied the spell’s‌ trajectory, the harder‌‍ it was to‌⁠ control its power,⁠​​ and the weaker​‌ it would become.⁠⁠‌

It​ was a kind‍‌ of instinctive knowledge‌‌ that could only⁠‌ be understood through⁠ hands-on magic manipulation.‌‍ After practicing magical‍ manifestation with Dereck‍ to the point‍​ of exhaustion, Diella‌​​ had now honed‌‌ her sense of​ magical flow to‍‌ rival Leigh’s.

‘So⁠‌​ that training wasn’t​⁠ in vain.’

Standing‌ tall, Leigh began‍​ another incantation, this‌‍⁠ time planning to​​ cast three Wind‌ Blades in succession—his‍‌ specialty.

If‍⁠‍ she intended to​​ keep darting side‌ to side and‌ disrupting his magical‌ control, then stopping⁠‌ her backstep movement‌ would be enough.‌⁠

As⁠⁠​ the next incantation⁠⁠ neared, Diella ran​⁠‌ to the side,‌‌‍ gritting her teeth.‌

“Listen​​​ closely, Lady Diella.‌ A mercenary’s combat‌⁠‌ skills differ from⁠ a noble’s. We​⁠ don’t hold fair​⁠ play as a virtue; our focus⁠‍ is only on​‍ victory.”

“The⁠​​ honorable victory you⁠‌​ imagine in a typical magical duel‍​​ is far from‍ what you’ll face​‌‍ here. You may‌⁠ win, but that‍ doesn’t mean you’ll‍​ be recognized.”

Before‌⁠​ stepping onto the‍⁠ platform, Dereck had​ spoken while looking‍‍​ at Diella with‍‌ burning red eyes.​

“Even‌‌ so, you can​ still achieve a victorious result. Your‌​‌ opponent may be​⁠‌ a one-star mage,⁠ but he has‌ no real experience‍​‌ in extreme combat.”‌⁠‌

Mercenary‌ duel techniques, where​‌‌ a small mistake‌ could mean death,‌ were vastly different​ from the life‍‍ Diella had lived.‍​

Even‌ if Dereck tried‍ to convey his​​ knowledge, it was​‌⁠ unlikely Diella—who had‌ grown up as‍‍ a noble lady—could‍​‍ absorb it instantly.​​

Thus,⁠‍⁠ Dereck had only​ passed on the‍‍ basic principles. It⁠‌ was oral instruction‌⁠ only. True learning‍ could hardly be​⁠ expected from just​ a few verbal‌ exchanges with someone‌⁠‍ who had stood‌‍⁠ on the razor’s‍‌⁠ edge of life‍⁠ and death on​ the battlefield.

However,​‍‌ Dereck’s advice always‍​ had a way⁠‍ of exploiting weaknesses.‍‌‍ It included elements​‌‍ of real combat⁠ not even considered‍⁠​ in noble, dignified⁠‌​ magical duels.

Controlling‌ the battlefield and⁠ leveraging the environment.​​‌ Starting with basic‍‌‌ protective tactics using​⁠​ terrain and surroundings,‍ eliminating the opponent’s⁠ composure, conserving one’s‌‌‍ magic while wasting⁠⁠ the enemy’s, and⁠ skillfully deflecting powerful‌ spells.

Even⁠‌⁠ if the oral‌ knowledge had limited‍​ application, if the⁠ opponent clung to⁠⁠‍ noble fair-play ethics,‌‌‍ Diella had many‌ tools at her⁠⁠‌ disposal.

Bang!​‌

Swish!​‌

With​‌​ a wave of‌‍‌ magic, Diella summoned⁠⁠ several more ice⁠ pillars.

Still‍​‍ a beginner, Diella⁠ felt her head​‍​ throb from the‌ effort, but soon⁠ she dove between​ the pillars, using⁠ them for cover.⁠

Dereck‌​ had told Diella:‍⁠‌

“Controlling​ the battlefield is‍⁠​ the most basic​‍ element of victory‌‍ in a duel.‌ Fighting in an‌⁠ open field, a dark forest, or⁠​‌ a complex urban⁠​ landscape—none of them​‌⁠ are the same.”​​‍

Diella‌ intended to make​ the battlefield as⁠ complex as possible,​​ to introduce every​‌ possible variable.

In‍‍‌ a duel where‍‍ triggering the opponent’s​‌​ protection circle once​‍ meant victory, breaching‍ their defense just‌⁠‌ once could bring⁠⁠‌ triumph.

Diella‌‍​ was a wild-school‍ mage by nature.‍‌

Even⁠ when she couldn’t‌ use magic—even when⁠⁠ she was in‍‍ that dark forest,⁠‌ fleeing from Dereck—she⁠⁠‌ had tried to‍ strike from behind,​ using the terrain‍‍ to her advantage.‍

The​ forest’s darkness, the⁠ cover of bushes,​‌⁠ gripping a stone⁠⁠​ with trembling hands,​​⁠ somehow trying to​‌ take Dereck down—that‍‌ memory was still⁠​​ vivid in her​‍ mind.

Bang!⁠‍ Bang!

While⁠ dodging Leigh’s spell​‍ again and circling‌​ the edge of‍ the platform, part⁠‍‌ of the platform’s​ edge collapsed, and‍⁠ smoke swirled.

Diella‌‍ jumped toward the‍‍​ collapsed side of​ the platform and‍ slipped into the‌​‌ empty space below.‌‌‍

‘According​⁠ to Kelbrem Hall‌‍ rules, leaving the‌ platform boundary means‌‌ defeat…!’

Leigh‍‍ clenched his teeth‍ and dispersed the​​⁠ smoke as he​‌ thought.

‘So‌​‍ that’s it…! The‍ empty space beneath​ the platform isn’t‍ outside the walls…!’‌‌⁠

Leigh‍ nearly lost his‌ temper at the⁠‍⁠ literal interpretation of​⁠​ the rules, but‌​‍ he couldn’t deny​ it. The advanced‍‍⁠ mage duel rules​ of Kelbrem Hall⁠‍ didn’t account for⁠⁠‌ the possibility of​⁠⁠ a cowardly opponent‌ hiding in the⁠​‍ dusty space beneath‌ the platform to​​ avoid the opponent’s‌⁠ spells.

There‍‌‌ had never been​ a precedent of⁠⁠⁠ such a brazen‍​ individual crawling under​ the podium to‌‍ avoid attacks during⁠​⁠ a noble magic‌ duel, steeped in⁠ tradition and authority.‍‍⁠

Crack!‍​​

At‍ that moment, several‍‍‌ ice pillars rose‍ next to Leigh.⁠​​ Diella, who had‌​ jumped below the⁠‍ platform, had materialized⁠‌ her magic in⁠ the area where⁠ Leigh was likely‍​‍ standing.

Crack!‍‍ Crack!

The⁠‍ ice pillars erupting⁠ from beneath the​‌‌ wooden platform were​​ clearly aimed at⁠​ Leigh.

If⁠‌ a single attack‍‍ could secure victory,‌‍ then attacking from‍ outside the opponent’s⁠‍ line of sight‌ was the safest⁠‌ method Dereck had⁠⁠‌ devised.

Nobles‍‌ sought honorable victories.​‍⁠ They cast their⁠‍⁠ spells with dignity,⁠ showcased their skills,‍‍‌ and revealed the‌​ results of their​‌​ training to the​‌‍ public in the‌ Kelbrem Hall duels—where​⁠‌ the harsh and‍ deadly reality of‌ real combat wasn’t‌⁠​ even considered.

In‍⁠ a real fight,​⁠ where the goal‍ was to kill⁠‌‌ the opponent, fairness⁠‍​ was never a virtue.

A setting that allowed‌‌ a one-sided strike‍​ against the enemy​​‌ was the ideal‍⁠ battlefield for a mercenary.

“Damn‍⁠⁠ it…!”

Leigh​ quickly ran toward⁠‍ the center of⁠ the platform. It‍‌‍ was impossible to‍‌ precisely locate Diella‍​ while she was⁠ moving beneath it.⁠‍​ Magic couldn’t target‌⁠ someone whose position​ was unknown.

The⁠​ battlefield had been⁠ tilted. Leigh had‌​ to keep dodging‌ until Diella collapsed​⁠‍ from exhaustion.

In⁠ truth, the solution‌‌​ was simple. Jump​‌ into the dusty⁠ space below the⁠‍⁠ platform and resume​ the fight on⁠ equal ground.

If‌​‌ your opponent was‍‌ causing chaos in⁠‌​ the mud, you​‍ had to be‍ prepared to dive‌⁠⁠ into that mud​ too.

If​ Diella had cast‍‍ aside the noble​⁠​ etiquette of magic​ duels in her‍ obsession with victory,‍ then Leigh had‌⁠ to adapt and‌ respond accordingly.

Leigh⁠‌​ steeled himself to‌ jump into the⁠‌‌ dusty space below.‌‌​ If the opponent⁠ used such tactics,​‌ he had to​​ be willing to⁠⁠ get dirty too.​‌ That was when‌ he headed toward​​ the part of​‌ the platform recently⁠ destroyed by the‌‍‌ Wind Blade.

Crack.‍

“…!”‍‍

The⁠⁠ collapsed edge of‌​‍ the platform was⁠‌‌ encased in ice,‌‍ conjured by magic.‍

She‍ had quickly taken‌​​ the advantageous position‍‍ on the battlefield⁠‍​ and blocked her​​​ opponent’s entrance.

“This…‌⁠​ damn…!”

Leigh​ materialized magic in‌ his hands once‍ more. Creating a new entry into‍‌ the space below​ was trivial. Breaking‌‍⁠ through the wooden​​​ platform was child’s‌‍‍ play for him.​​

Crack!‍‌

However,‍⁠ as Leigh tried‌​‌ to force his​‍⁠ way in, Diella’s‍ attack floated up​ from beneath the​‍ platform. Unlike Leigh’s​ attack, Diella’s narrower​‍ strike didn’t create⁠‌​ a large hole⁠‍ in the podium.‌‌⁠

But‌‌ a direct hit​⁠ from incoming magic‍​ would trigger the‌‌ protection circle. In‌‌‍ the world of⁠ magic duels, that​​‌ could decide the​⁠‌ outcome.

Crack!⁠⁠ Crash! Crash!

Every⁠‍‍ time Leigh attempted⁠ to break through‍‍‌ the platform to‍ pursue Diella, her⁠⁠‌ attacks interrupted him​​ again and again.⁠‍‌

Diella,​‌ below, couldn’t pinpoint‌⁠ Leigh’s exact location,‌ but she could‍‍ roughly infer it⁠ using the magical⁠‍​ flow or the‌​ sound of his‍ footsteps.

This​‌⁠ difference was significant.​

She​ kept targeting the‍ moment when Leigh⁠ channeled power to‍ break the platform.​ At least when‍ his position was‍ certain, she could‍ attack him unilaterally.‌

She​ had no intention‍‌⁠ of giving up⁠‍ her advantage in⁠ the tilted battlefield.​​⁠ Fairness in combat‍ skills was a luxury for mercenaries.⁠

Diella’s​​‍ dusty figure flickered​‌ through the ice⁠‌ pillars piercing the‌⁠‍ podium.

Leigh’s​‌‌ eyes met Diella’s‍ beneath the platform.‍⁠ There was no⁠ flash of emotion‍⁠ in those eyes.‍⁠‌

Even​​ in the midst​⁠‍ of battle, that‍​ cold gaze remained​‍​ calm—a look he⁠‍⁠ recognized from somewhere.‌

It‌‍‍ was the same​‍‌ look from that⁠​​ white-haired mercenary tutor,‍ whose emotions remained​‍ unshaken even when‌ Valerian grabbed him‌​ by the collar.‍​

Cold,⁠⁠ unfaltering eyes, always​⁠ trying to make‍​ rational judgments, regardless‌ of the situation.⁠​‌

Only‌ then did Leigh‍ realize. There was‌​⁠ no way this​ small girl had⁠​ come up with‍‌​ all this on⁠⁠​ her own.

It​‌​ was undoubtedly the​⁠⁠ influence of that‌ white-haired tutor.

“This⁠‌ brat…!”

Crack!‍⁠ Crack!

Leigh⁠‍ summoned his magic‌ again, materializing arrows‍‌​ of magical energy.​

He‌⁠​ destroyed every ice​‌‌ pillar that dared​‌ approach.

Leigh⁠‌ clenched his teeth.⁠‌ If his opponent​ had thrown away‌​⁠ all notions of‍​ dueling etiquette and​ was only acting⁠ for the sake⁠‌‍ of victory, he⁠‌ had no choice​⁠ but to respond‌⁠‍ in kind.
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“What…‍ what is that…?!‍​ Covered in dust…‍⁠​ Diella…!”

Miriela,‌ who had been​​ watching the duel‍​ from the terrace,‌⁠‌ was startled. This‍⁠​ scene was far⁠⁠⁠ from a noble​ and courteous magic‌ duel. Miriela quickly‍‍‍ grabbed the edge⁠​ of her skirt,‌​‍ ready to rush​ down from the⁠⁠‍ terrace. She couldn’t‍ sit by and‌ watch—but the Duke​​‌ of Duplain stopped‍​ her with a firm voice.

“Let‌‍‌ the duel run⁠⁠ its course.”

“You…!”‌

She‍ walked over to‌​ the terrace railing,​‌‍ placed her hands⁠⁠‌ on it, and‍ silently watched the​‌ platform below. The⁠​ servants also showed⁠​‌ clear signs of⁠ distress at the⁠​ dust-filled scene.

The⁠‍ noble followers seemed‌‍ unable to adapt‌‍‍ to the situation,‍​‍ but the Duke⁠‍ of Duplain, who​​‍ had crossed many​​ battlefields in his​‍​ youth, showed no​⁠⁠ sign of surprise.⁠‍‌

He‌⁠‍ simply rested his‌​ chin on his‌ hand and calmly‍⁠ observed the duel⁠‌ unfold.

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