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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 140: 4-star (5)

Chapter 140: 4-star (5)

– Crack! Crunch!

In​‍​ an instant, the‌​ mansion was covered​⁠ in ice, and‍ everyone gathered on‍​ the battlefield blinked‌‍ in astonishment.

It‍‍ was an anomaly‌ that occurred just​‌ as they sensed‍‍​ the flow of​‌⁠ magic emanating from⁠⁠⁠ beyond the main​​ hall.

‘This​ is… war magic!’‌

Among⁠⁠ the types of‍ combat magic, those​‌ that influence the‍ entire battlefield are⁠ classified as war‍ magic.

Even⁠‍‌ those without a deep understanding of​ magic could recognize​⁠​ it, and Countess‌​‌ Rodelia, who was‍‍ a four-star mage,⁠​ understood immediately.

That​ massive freezing spell‌​ radiating from inside⁠⁠ the mansion was‌‌‌ Large-Scale Spatial Freeze,​⁠‌ the same one‌ used by Lord‍​ Melverot during the⁠ Northern War.

A spell classified as‌⁠⁠ at least four-star‌​‌ level, even by⁠‌ the lowest estimate.​‍​

In​‍ short, that meant‌ there was another‍ four-star mage inside‌‍ the mansion besides‌ Countess Rodelia.

“Don’t​‌ panic! Mages often⁠​ use spells to‌ control the battlefield​ environment!”

Rodelia⁠⁠ swallowed hard and​ looked up again​⁠⁠ toward the Archlich⁠‌​ floating above.

Despite‍​ the fierce battle,​ with sword wounds‍‌⁠ all over its​​ body, the monster‌‍ continued raising corpses⁠‌ and blocking the‍‍ subjugation squad.

However,‍ with the sudden​ release of that‍‍ war magic, a large portion of⁠​ the monstrous creatures​ was instantly frozen.⁠⁠

Of⁠​ course, some members⁠‍‌ of the squad‌ were also caught⁠‍ in the spell‌​⁠ and lost mobility,⁠⁠‍ but most were‍ experienced enough to‍⁠ escape its effects⁠​​ on their own.‍​‍

The‌ enemy’s losses were‌​‌ undoubtedly greater. It‍⁠​ was an opportunity.⁠‍​

If⁠‌ left unchecked, it‍⁠ would once again⁠ create a ridiculous‌ number of monsters‌‌ to slow the‍ squad’s advance.

That​ brief moment when‍ the number of‍‍‌ monsters had drastically⁠ decreased was a respite granted by‍​⁠ the heavens.

That‌‌ monster had to‍‌ be eliminated.

Thus,‍ Countess Rodelia climbed​⁠ up the icy​‌‌ railing.

The​ Archlich, realizing her‍ intent, roared again⁠ and tried to‍⁠‍ cast a spell,⁠⁠‍ but a pair‌ of arrows flew‌‍‍ and struck its​‍‌ chest.

– Kaaah!

As‌‍ the Archlich screamed⁠‍⁠ in pain, a fierce-eyed archer rose‍‌⁠ among the monsters’​ corpses.

With​ silver hair tied‌⁠ back, she shouted​ to the mercenaries:‍‌‌

“Now!”​‍

Slash!‍ Thud!

With⁠‌​ a single swing,‍ Jayden, who had​​‍ charged ahead, swept⁠ away all the⁠⁠‍ goblins and advanced​​ toward the railing.‌‍

The⁠ extended slash of​‌ his sword cleared​⁠ the path to⁠‌⁠ the Archlich.

It‍‍ happened in an⁠ instant. That opportunity‍​‌ wouldn’t last long.​‌

The‌‌ monsters began to‍ swarm again, but‍ Ellen, Denise, and‍ the other forces‍​‌ who had joined⁠⁠ the battle worked⁠ together to hold‍⁠ them back.

Wielding‌‌​ the Sacred Blood‍⁠‌ Sword, Rodelia leapt‌‌‌ through the gap‌ and finally reached‍‍ the Archlich.

“Out​⁠⁠ of my way,⁠⁠⁠ you damned monster!”‍‌

Light​⁠ flowed from the⁠‌‌ red runes engraved⁠⁠⁠ on the blade,​ trailing along its‍‌ edge, and following​⁠ the arc of⁠⁠ her swing, the⁠‌⁠ sword aimed to⁠ cleave the Archlich‌​‌ in two.

A slash from the⁠⁠ left shoulder down​​‌ to the center‌ of the body.​‍⁠

She⁠‌ tried to cut‌‌ it apart in‍ one blow, but⁠​⁠ the sword’s progress​⁠ stopped against the⁠ Archlich’s resilient structure.‌​‍

– Kaaah!

The​ sword halted near⁠‍ its solar plexus.‌​​

Even​ so, it was​ a fatal strike.‍‍ A distorted scream⁠‌ echoed throughout the⁠​‌ mansion.

The⁠ six-star necromancer Fina⁠‌‌ had affectionately called‍​ it “Happy” and​‌​ crafted it with‌‍⁠ great care.

It‍ was the result‍ of months of⁠‍ work and power‍‌​ granted directly by‍‍‍ her, yet before⁠⁠‍ Rodelia’s Sacred Blood​ Sword, it yielded⁠⁠​ under a fatal​‌‌ blow.

Crackle!⁠ Pop!

Tremble!‍

She⁠ tried to push‌​ the sword deeper‌ where it had⁠‌ stopped at the‌ solar plexus, but​ couldn’t completely subdue‍‍​ the Archlich, which⁠‌ continued to resist.⁠‍‍

Bang!‍⁠‌

Somehow,⁠‍ the sword was‌‍ repelled, and the‌​‌ Archlich floated again‍ toward the railing⁠‍ of the mansion’s‌​ second-floor hall.

“Ugh,​ I couldn’t finish‍‌ it in one‌‍ strike!”

Crash!​​ Clang!

Rodelia‍‍‍ rolled across the⁠‌ floor, and her‍‌ Sacred Blood Sword⁠​⁠ also fell against‍ the railing.

The‍ heavily wounded Archlich​⁠‌ moved to destroy‌​ the troublesome sword,⁠⁠ but the blade‌‍ forged by Rodelia,‌ a four-star transmutation‌‍ mage, repelled the​ touch of the‍​ impure being.

Bang!‍​‌

The‌​ Archlich, damaged once‌⁠​ more by the⁠​ holy power, staggered,‍​‍ floated, and collapsed⁠ onto the railing.‍⁠‍

It‌⁠ was trying to​​ summon more demonic‍ creatures, but it‍‍ seemed to have​ reached its limit.​

It​​‍ was already cornered.‌​​

Although‍⁠‌ Rodelia wasn’t a combat magic specialist,‌​‌ with the help⁠ of other mages‌​ and ranged attackers,​ it wouldn’t take⁠ long to eliminate⁠​ that nearly defenseless‍‌ creature.

Just⁠⁠‍ as she was​‌​ about to order​​⁠ a full assault—‌⁠

– Groooh!

A deep sound, like‌‍ the horn of⁠⁠⁠ a massive ship,‍⁠ echoed through the​ air.

Above⁠ the shattered roof,​⁠ the enormous demon⁠ summoned by Grand​ Duke Beltus came⁠​⁠ into view.

That‍‌​ colossal being, which‌‍⁠ looked capable of⁠ devouring the world⁠ itself, was beginning‌​‌ to fade into​⁠​ magical energy.

The‌⁠‌ soldiers on the​⁠ battlefield looked up⁠‍‍ with wide eyes.​

The‌⁠‌ great demon summoned‌ by a five-star‌‌ summoner was vanishing.⁠⁠⁠

What‌⁠‌ did that mean?‍

Someone‍⁠‍ had defeated Grand⁠​ Duke Beltus.

A mage of the‍‍ highest rank, who⁠⁠​ had achieved five-star‌ magic, delved into⁠​ necromancy and masterfully​ merged various magical​ disciplines—and had been⁠⁠⁠ defeated.

– Whoosh!

The‌‍ massive body visible‍⁠ beneath the starry⁠ sky gradually faded‌ into smoke.

“No…‌⁠ it can’t be…”‍

“Did‍‌ they capture… Grand⁠​ Duke Beltus…?”

Members‌​ of the Beldern‌ Mercenary Corps and​‍ Countess Rodelia’s guards⁠​ halted their fighting,‌ unable to look‍ away from the‍ sky.

When⁠⁠ the demon’s figure‍‍​ completely vanished, the‍​⁠ dying Archlich rose​‌ once more and​​⁠ began to float.‌​

“Don’t‍ lose focus! We’re​ still in battle!”​

“Y-yes,⁠ Your Excellency!”

The‌ soldiers, regaining their‍ senses, raised their‌⁠‌ swords again.

The‍​​ Archlich roared, and⁠​​ countless monsters began‌​ to rise once​⁠⁠ more.

Entrusting⁠ the battle to‌‍‌ its minions, the‌ Archlich started retreating‍‍ into the mansion.⁠‌

“What…‍⁠ what’s happening?!”

“The‍‍‍ Archlich is fleeing!‌⁠​ It’s retreating inside⁠⁠‌ the mansion!”

Rodelia⁠​ was taken aback⁠⁠​ by the scene.‍‌

Liches‌‍ seen in numerous‍ danger zones, starting‌ with the White‌ Labyrinth, never fled.⁠⁠

They​⁠‍ were fearless creatures,⁠⁠ and their territory⁠‌​ was their home.‌⁠

Fleeing‌‍⁠ at the prospect‌⁠ of defeat was⁠​ inconceivable.

There⁠‌ had to be‍⁠ another reason why‍‍⁠ that Archlich was‍ fleeing the battlefield.‍‍

“Damn⁠‌​ it! After it!​⁠ We must finish‍ it completely!”

Rodelia​‍ grasped her sacred‍‌ sword and, dragging​​​ her exhausted body,⁠‌ ran down the‌ corridor.

Following‍⁠⁠ the Archlich’s escape‍‌​ route, she found‍⁠‌ the mansion’s halls⁠​ in ruins—clear evidence‍‍ of the battle‍‌​ between Grand Duke⁠‌ Beltus and Dereck.​⁠

The‌ Archlich, flying over‍​ the wreckage, descended⁠ through a large‌‍ hole in the‌⁠‌ middle of the‍ corridor.

Descending​‍ further and further,​​‍ it wasn’t difficult‌⁠ to reach the‌‌ underground cellar.

Crack!​ Bang! Crack!

Rodelia,⁠ who had followed‍ with the swiftest​⁠ movements, saw something⁠ incredible as she‍⁠ landed and looked‌⁠‌ ahead.

The‌‍ wine barrels were​ shattered, and the​⁠‍ cellar floor was​ soaked in wine.‌

In‍‌‌ the midst of‌⁠ that crimson scene,⁠‌​ as if blood⁠‍‌ were flowing like​​‌ a river, sat⁠‍​ Baron Dereck Lydorf⁠⁠ Ravenclaw, panting.

His⁠ body was covered​‍ in wounds and​​⁠ bloodstains, and his‌⁠⁠ magical energy was‍‌ almost imperceptible.

He⁠​ had fought to‌⁠ the very last⁠​ drop. It was‍ rare to see‌‍ Dereck, who always​‌ fought calmly, having⁠ gone this far.‍

And‌⁠ before that broken‍​ man, who could⁠ no longer even⁠‍ stand on his‌​⁠ own, was Grand‌‍⁠ Duke Beltus—completely frozen‌‍ and subdued.

‘What‌ am I looking‍‍‌ at right now?’‍

Countess‍‌ Rodelia held her‍ breath.

Baron‍‍ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw,​ who at most⁠ seemed to be‌​‌ a three-star mage,‌ had single-handedly subdued⁠‌ Grand Duke Beltus.‍‌⁠

Grand⁠ Duke Beltus had⁠⁠‍ already been shattered‍ by Fina, his⁠​​ magical power nearly⁠ exhausted, his body‌⁠​ barely under control,‌ driven mad by⁠ the power of‍‍‌ necromancy.

Of​ course, even if​ that were the​‌‌ case, the idea‌⁠‌ that a five-star​ mage could be‍‍⁠ defeated by someone⁠‌‌ two levels below‌ him was absurd.⁠‌‍

The‌ magical hierarchy was​​‌ such that each⁠‍ ascension represented an⁠ unimaginable gap.

In⁠⁠⁠ particular, as the‍ rank increased, the‌⁠‍ difference became so⁠‌ extreme that, while​ a one-star mage​⁠ might occasionally defeat⁠ a two-star, it​ was nearly impossible⁠‌⁠ for a three-star​⁠ mage to defeat‍​ a four-star one.‍​

‘Traces‌⁠ of ice magic…’⁠‍⁠

But‌⁠​ if he wasn’t​⁠‌ a three-star mage,‌ how was this‍ to be interpreted?‌​‌

A cold air flowed⁠ around the utterly‌ exhausted Dereck. It⁠​ was clear where​‍ the immense ice‍‍ magic that had‌⁠‌ frozen the entire‍ mansion had come‍‌‌ from.

Dereck⁠ had become a four-star mage.

The‌​⁠ implications were enormous.⁠‌⁠ The difference between⁠‍ a three-star and‌ a four-star mage‍‍ was so vast⁠⁠ it was often‍‌‌ described as the‌‍ distance between heaven​⁠ and earth.

From​ that level onward,​​‌ the Empire sought​‍ to register every​ individual who reached​​ such a rank,⁠​⁠ for their power‌ was comparable to​​ that of a weapon of war.‍

They⁠ were renowned mages,​‍ few enough to​‍⁠ count on one‍ hand; even among‌ the most prestigious‍​ noble families, a four-star mage was‌‌​ considered their most‍⁠​ valuable asset.

In​‍ some cases, those‌ who achieved such‌‍‌ feats rose to​ become the heads⁠​‍ of their houses.‍

Therefore,‌⁠​ the emergence of⁠⁠ a new four-star​ mage at that‌ moment was like‌​⁠ a bomb dropped​‌​ upon the power​ structure of the⁠ continent’s southwest.

At⁠ that age, a four-star.

It⁠ was an unbelievably‍ rapid progression, with​ few historical precedents—comparable‍ to, or perhaps​‍‍ even surpassing, Melverot​ himself, the lord‌​ of the north.⁠⁠‍

Rodelia​‍‍ swallowed hard and‍‍ quickly regained her​ composure.

‘This​ isn’t the time‍ to think about‍⁠⁠ that! There must‍‍ be a reason​⁠‍ the Archlich came⁠​⁠ here!’

Dereck​ was already at‌​ his limit after‌‌​ his battle with​ Grand Duke Beltus.⁠​‌

In‌ fact, he was‍​‍ barely conscious, gasping‍‌ for breath and‍ leaning against the‍ floor.

He⁠​​ had pushed his‌‌ body to the​‌‍ extreme, and if‌‍⁠ he used four-star‌ magic again, he​​‍ would feel pain‌⁠‍ so intense it‌‍​ would be as⁠ if his entire‍‍ body were burning.‌⁠

Even‌​ Rodelia, in perfect⁠ condition, was left‍ drained after casting‍​​ a single spell​‍​ of that level.‍⁠⁠

Using​⁠‌ such magic in​​ his condition was​ no longer a matter of skill,‍​ but of sheer‍ mental willpower.

There‍ was no way‌​ he could withstand‍‌‍ the Archlich’s attack.‌ At that moment,⁠⁠‍ Dereck was completely​ incapacitated.

From‍‌​ Rodelia’s perspective, loyal‍⁠‌ to the Empire,⁠‌‍ she could not‌‍⁠ allow that young⁠​‍ genius—whose name had‌ yet to leave‍ its mark on⁠​⁠ history—to die like​‍ this.

“Monster!⁠​ Over here!”

With​ a roar, Rodelia‌⁠​ drew the Sacred​ Blood Sword and​ confronted the Archlich.⁠​

Whack!⁠‍ Thwack!

Once‌‍⁠ again, arrows flew⁠​ and struck their​​‌ target.

They‌ were silver arrows—a​ special weapon against​ spectral beings. Pheline,‍‌⁠ quicker than anyone,‌​​ aimed her bow​​ from the first-floor⁠ hallway’s opening.

Soon,‍‌ other members of‍ the subjugation squad‍​​ followed, and Jayden‍‍‍ and Orel, swords‍​ in hand, burst‌ into the underground⁠ cellar.

– Thwack! Crack!

“Protect‍⁠ Baron Ravenclaw! He‍ must stay alive!”‌

Countess​‌ Rodelia shouted desperately.‍

The‍ Archlich was already‍ in a critical‌⁠‌ state. If they⁠ maintained their all-out‌‍ assault, they could‌‌ finish it off‍‌ completely.

However,⁠‍ the Archlich, staggering‍ at death’s door,⁠⁠ gathered the last​ of its magical​​ power and let‍​⁠ out a deafening‍⁠‌ roar.

– Kyaaa!

The‌ air trembled.

It‍⁠​ was a third-class​⁠‍ confusion magic—the Cry‌‍ of Chaos.

The‌⁠ soldiers, caught by⁠⁠ the magical vibration​‌ spreading in all⁠ directions, dropped their⁠‌‍ weapons and covered‍⁠ their ears.

The‍​ intense disorientation, as⁠⁠‌ if their brains​ were being shaken,‍ made them scream⁠​ in pain.

It⁠ was the Archlich’s‌​‌ final attempt, using‌‍ the last of‍‌‍ its energy.

Taking‍ advantage of that‍ moment, the Archlich‌‌‌ flew toward the⁠ completely defenseless Dereck.‍‍

“No!”‌‍

Just​‍ as Rodelia, gripping‌⁠⁠ her sword, was⁠‌⁠ about to charge—‍⁠‍

– Whoosh!

The‌‍‌ Archlich, showing no‍‍‌ interest in Dereck,​​ passed him by‍​⁠ and headed for​‍ Grand Duke Beltus,⁠​⁠ who lay in​‍ a secluded corner.‍​

His‌ lifeless body slumped‍​​ as the Archlich​⁠‍ lifted him with‌​‍ magic.

The‌⁠‍ end of that‌ greedy noble, who⁠⁠⁠ had sought to​ rule the world⁠‌​ as the lord⁠ of the Beltus‌ family, was truly⁠‍ pitiful.

The​ Archlich pulled the‌ lifeless body close,‍ wrapped it in‌⁠ magical power, and‍‌‍ with a roar,⁠‌ cast another spell.​⁠

It‌‌‍ was the same‌⁠​ summoning spell it​ had used at​ the start of‍‌ the battle.

But‌ this time, it⁠ was not summoning⁠‌‌ something—it was being​​‌ summoned by another.‍‍

Whoosh!⁠‌‌

The‍‌​ Archlich, clutching the‌‍ body of Grand‍ Duke Beltus, was​ enveloped by an‌⁠ immense magic and⁠ disappeared completely.

Whaack!​​

Crackle!​​

When⁠⁠‍ everything ended, only‍‍⁠ dust rose.

“It‌‍ escaped…”

“Damn‍⁠‍ it! We almost​‌‌ had it!”

“The‍​ monsters are vanishing…!‌‌​ Even so… it’s‌⁠ our victory!”

The​⁠‍ underground wine cellar‌‍ had been completely​‌‍ destroyed.

And‍​ now, only one⁠ man remained—the one⁠⁠ whose talent had‍ finally bloomed.

The⁠‍ floor was soaked‌​‌ in blood, and​ his body was⁠‍ covered in wounds.⁠‍

He‌ could die at​‌ any moment from​‌‌ blood loss.

“This​ isn’t the time‍ to celebrate! Call⁠‍⁠ the healers immediately!”‌

Rodelia‍‍⁠ ran through the‍‌ spilled wine.

The‌ hero of the⁠⁠ battlefield, who had⁠⁠ fought the necromancer⁠ to the brink‍ of death and‌ finally achieved victory,‍ was dying.

Thud!‌​⁠

Dereck,‍‌⁠ unable to remain​ standing, collapsed into⁠ a pool of‍ wine.

Splash!​‌ Splash!

Hearing‌⁠ the soldiers shouting‌⁠ for help and​⁠ the hurried footsteps​ of Countess Rodelia⁠ drawing near, Dereck‌​‍ slowly let go⁠‌ of consciousness.

“Sir​​​ Dereck! Hold on!‌⁠ Hey…! Hurry, bring‌⁠​ the healers! Damn‍‍ it…!”

Even⁠‍‍ Rodelia’s voice faded⁠ into the darkness.‍‍‌

How​‌ long had it‍ been since the‌​ last time he’d‌‌ risked his life‌ in a real‌​‌ duel?

Suddenly,⁠‍​ he remembered the‌​‍ day, as a trembling child, when‌‍‍ he faced a wild boar.

That⁠ was the moment‍ he first awakened‌​ his magical power.‍⁠‌ Since then, Dereck‌ had begun to‌ understand the mysteries⁠ of magic.

In⁠​⁠ retrospect, nothing had​ changed.

With‌​ that ironic thought,‌⁠​ Dereck slowly closed​‌‍ his eyes.

Light​ from outside streamed‌‌ into the dark‍​ cellar.

Dereck’s⁠⁠‍ blood-soaked body, lying​ beneath it, looked‍‍ like that of⁠‌ a knight who‍⁠‍ had just finished‌‍ a holy war.‌‍

Biting‌​ her lower lip,⁠‍ Rodelia removed her‍ gauntlet and pressed​​ Dereck’s wounds with‍​​ her bare hands.‍​⁠

Even‌‍ so, the blood‌⁠​ kept flowing. The‌⁠​ amount spilling out​ was alarming.

That‌ man had truly⁠​​ gambled his life⁠‌ just to capture​‌ the necromancer.

Seeing‍⁠ the endless bleeding,‍​ Rodelia clenched her​​‍ teeth.

She‌ had to save‌⁠‌ him—no matter what.‌⁠

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