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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 141: 4-star (6)

Chapter 141: 4-star (6)

Dereck‍ slept deeply for⁠​ the first time⁠ in a long‌ while and dreamed.⁠⁠

He‍⁠ imagined achieving, one‍​ by one, all‌ the magical feats⁠​‍ he had longed​⁠‌ for over the‍ years, and someday‍‍​ reigning at the​ very top.

What‍ would he think‌ once he had‍​ mastered all magic‍‌​ and there was‍⁠ no higher realm‍ left to aspire⁠ to?

Even‍‍ those who devoted‌‍ their entire lives​ to magical research‌ never reached the‌‍​ final realm.

Perhaps‌ even thinking about‌ it was an‌⁠‌ act of arrogance,⁠ but even so,‍ Dereck wanted to​ consider it at‌‍ least once.

If⁠​ the goal of‌‍ an entire lifetime‍ finally came into​ his hands, what‍‌‍ would come next?‌​

Even​ in his drowsy​‌​ mind, Dereck asked‍ himself those questions.‍​

***‌⁠

“We’ve⁠ done everything we‍‍‌ can for now,⁠ but his life⁠ is still in⁠ danger.”

The‍ Beltus mansion was‍ almost completely destroyed,⁠‌​ with not a single place left⁠​‍ intact; even so,‌ a secluded guest‍‌⁠ room was in⁠⁠ acceptable condition to‌‌⁠ protect the patient.⁠‌

The‍‌​ person lying on‌⁠ the dust-covered bed‍⁠‌ was Baron Dereck‌​ Lydorf Ravenclaw.

He‍​ was the one‍​ who had contributed⁠‍ the most to‌‍‍ the subjugation of⁠​ the Beltus mansion,‌ and a genius‌​ who had reached‌ the 4-star level‍‌ at an incredibly‌ young age.

But⁠‍​ his life was‍ about to be‍ extinguished in vain.‌​

“Report‍‍⁠ his condition in‍⁠‌ more detail.”

Countess​⁠​ Rodelia, sitting solemnly‌ on a chair​ in the corner⁠ of the room‌⁠ with her arms‍‌ crossed, spoke.

She⁠​‍ still wore her‌⁠⁠ large silver armor‍ from the recent‍​ battle, and her​ long white hair⁠ clearly showed the‌ passage of time.‍‌

The⁠‌ doctor, under the‍​ direct orders of‌ Count Renwell, bowed‍ his head and‌‍ reported in a firm voice.

“Judging⁠ by the magical‍⁠ traces and the‌​ state of his‌⁠ body, it seems​ he first exhausted⁠‍⁠ all of his​⁠ energy and then‍‍​ drew out more⁠⁠ magic power to​​ manifest 4-star magic.‌ It was literally‍‌ a suicidal act.”‍

“Why‍⁠ would he do‌‍ something like that?”‍

“As⁠​⁠ you presumed. To‌ face the Grand‌‍ Duke Beltus with⁠ insufficient abilities, he⁠​ had to push‌ himself even at​ the cost of​⁠‌ his own body.”‍​

Although‍‌ she had not‌⁠⁠ witnessed the battle‍ directly, the fight‌ between Dereck and‍⁠ the Grand Duke‍ Beltus must have‌ been brutal.

Dereck⁠⁠⁠ tried to manifest​‌​ even stronger magic‍​ even when he⁠ felt his entire‍⁠ body burning and‌‌ blood pouring nonstop.​

‘The‌⁠‍ nobility of attempting⁠‌‌ to subjugate a necromancer even at​ the cost of‌‌ his life is‌​ truly admirable.’

Since​‌​ Countess Rodelia harbored⁠ a deep hatred‌ for necromancy, she​ greatly valued that⁠‍‌ Dereck had tried‍​ to capture the⁠⁠ necromancer with such⁠‍ seriousness.

Therefore,‍​‍ it was absolutely‌​ unacceptable for him​ to die here.​

“We‌​ must inform His​​‍ Majesty Gruttel that‍​​ a new 4-star​⁠‌ mage has been‌ born in the⁠‌⁠ southwest. Put all‌‍ your efforts into​⁠ ensuring that Sir‌ Dereck does not‍​‌ lose his life.”⁠‍‍

“Yes,⁠‌ Your Excellency.”

Clank.‌‍‌

As​‌ her armor sounded,⁠‍ Rodelia stood and​ opened the door.​‌‌

Before‌‍‌ leaving, she looked‌ once more at‌​‍ Dereck’s condition; the‌‌​ bleeding still had‍⁠ not stopped, and⁠‌⁠ his state remained‍​ extremely critical.

‘Now‌​‍ is the time‌⁠‌ to organize everything.’‍⁠

When‌​ Rodelia closed the​‌ door and stepped⁠⁠ out, the hallway​‍ was crowded with⁠ people.

The​ outer wall of‍ the corridor had⁠​‍ collapsed, so it​​ seemed people were⁠⁠ packed all the⁠‍​ way into the⁠‍ garden.

There‍​ were members of‌⁠​ various families and‍ mercenary groups.

At⁠ the front, those⁠⁠ who seemed to​ be standing with‌‌ worried expressions caught‌ her attention.

“How⁠⁠‍ is Dereck?”

“It​‍ is a situation⁠‍‌ in which his⁠‌⁠ life cannot be​ guaranteed.”

The‍⁠​ highest-ranking person among‌ those present, Ellen‌ of the Belmierd‌⁠ family, stepped forward⁠ with a concerned‌ voice.

Hearing‌​⁠ the truth as​⁠⁠ it was, Ellen‍⁠ bit her lower​ lip.

Although⁠‌ she had not‍⁠ stopped Dereck when‌ he decided to​ act, she never⁠ imagined he would⁠ be in such‌⁠‌ danger.

The⁠‍ same was true⁠ for the others.⁠‌

“No‍‍​ matter what they‍‌ say, he is‍ a hero who‌‍‌ made great effort‍‍‌ to resolve this⁠ situation. We must​‍ acknowledge his achievements,​‌ but before that,‍ we must clarify‍⁠⁠ what needs to‍ be clarified.”

The‍ Beltus mansion was⁠ devastated, and the⁠​ Archlich had escaped‍ with the Grand​ Duke’s body.

Happy,‌​⁠ the creature most‌ beloved by Fina,​​‍ had simply obeyed‍‌ its mistress’s orders,⁠​⁠ but to those​‍⁠ unaware of this,‍‍⁠ it seemed like‌ a loyal subordinate‍‌ fleeing with the‌⁠ most important person.​​‍

In​ short, it appeared‍⁠ that the Grand‌‌ Duke Beltus had‍​ summoned the Archlich,​ and it gave‌​ the impression that‌ it had escaped‌ carrying the unconscious‍ Grand Duke.

Grand⁠‍⁠ Duke Beltus handled⁠​ high-level necromantic magic​⁠⁠ and was a master of summoning⁠‍⁠ magic. Considering his⁠‌ efforts to prevent‍‍‌ a subjugation force​​ from being dispatched,⁠ it was not‌⁠‍ strange to think‍ that he himself‍ had summoned the‌ Archlich.

“Is‍⁠‍ Grand Duke Beltus‍‍⁠ alive?”

“That‍​‍ is unknown. To‌‌ my eyes he‍ seemed completely unconscious,⁠⁠‌ but seeing how⁠‍​ desperately the Archlich​ tried to take‍‍ him, there is‍‍‌ a possibility that​‌‌ he is hiding‌​ somewhere recovering.”

Making‌⁠ the mistake of​‍⁠ letting the Archlich​⁠‌ escape was serious.⁠

If‍‍ they had perfectly‌​ subjugated it, Dereck’s​​ efforts in defeating⁠‌ the Grand Duke‍​ would not have‍⁠ been in vain.⁠⁠

Feeling​‌⁠ deep shame, Rodelia⁠ hardened her expression.⁠‌

Then​‌‌ she gave orders‍⁠ to the troops⁠‍⁠ gathered, instructing them‍‌‌ to organize the⁠‍⁠ situation and thoroughly‌‍ investigate the battlefield.⁠​

She​⁠​ intended to uncover​‍ every detail about‍ the Grand Duke⁠‍ Beltus’s crimes and​ the reasons he⁠‌ had turned to⁠‍ necromancy, to report‌ it to Emperor⁠‌​ Gruttel.

While⁠ reviewing the area‌‍ and receiving reports,​ she saw a young woman resting‍ near the main​‍​ hall with Rodenalt‌​ lying down.

She‌​‍ was the eldest⁠‍‍ daughter of the​‍​ Beltus family and​ a central figure‍‍ in this disaster.​‌‍ It was Denise.⁠​

Her⁠‍ dress, covered in​​ dust, was tattered,‌ and her tired⁠‍ eyes showed deep​‌ exhaustion.

Even‌⁠ so, seeing Countess‌‍ Rodelia approaching, she‌​‌ quickly straightened up,⁠ bowed her head,​‌‍ and spoke.

“Your‌ Excellency, Countess, regarding⁠​ this matter…”

“I‌​ have already heard‍ from Sir Dereck.​‌⁠ You were the​ one who understood‌ the darkness of‌‍ Grand Duke Beltus​‍‍ best and who‌ first warned Sir​⁠ Dereck that the⁠‌‌ family was taking​ the wrong path,‍‍​ allowing him to⁠ act in time.⁠‍ Lady Denise, you‍‌ maintained your sanity‍​ in a terrible‌ environment. I sincerely‍ acknowledge that.”

Denise⁠⁠ had prepared her‍⁠‌ heart to receive​⁠ criticism, since she‍‌ did not expect​‍⁠ the daughter of‌ the duke responsible‌‌‌ for this entire⁠⁠⁠ disaster to be⁠⁠‍ treated favorably.

But‌‌‌ Dereck had already​⁠​ taken care of⁠‌‌ that matter.

Hearing⁠ the countess’s words,⁠‍ Denise’s eyes widened‌ in surprise for⁠‌‌ an instant, but​‍ being as clever‌‌⁠ as she was,​‍ she immediately understood‍‌‍ the situation.

She‍‌​ bowed her head‍‍ and replied.

“Oh‌⁠ no… I only‌‍ did what I had to do.”⁠​

“When‍ I report to⁠‍ His Majesty, I will make sure​‍⁠ to mention you.‌‍​ In the midst​‌ of this madness,‍‌‌ you were the⁠​ only one who‍‌‌ kept her judgment.‌⁠‌ I will ensure⁠‍​ that the consequences‌ of evil deeds​ do not fall⁠​‍ upon you.”

“I⁠⁠​ am grateful for​ your consideration. But…‍​ is Baron Ravenclaw‌‍ still not improving…?”‌‍

“I​ just checked his​‍⁠ condition in the​⁠ room where we⁠‍‌ are keeping him,⁠ and it seems‌‍‍ his life cannot‍ be guaranteed.”

Upon‍‍‍ hearing that, Denise‍‍⁠ swallowed.

He‍‍ was the man‍​ who tore the⁠ darkness out of‍ Beltus and still⁠‍ protected her to​​‌ the very end.​

If‌‌‌ something happened to⁠ him, she felt⁠ her heart would⁠ break.

“Some‌ people are saying⁠ that he must⁠‍ be involved in‍‌‍ what happened.”

While‌​ they cleaned the​‌ battlefield, the remnants⁠‍​ of the Beltus​‍‌ family and their⁠​‌ senior servants murmured‍ bitterly.

Baron​ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw‍​⁠ is involved in‍‌ this.

The​ situation is too‌‍ perfect.

Too​⁠⁠ convenient for it⁠​‌ to have happened​⁠ just as the‌ Beltus family unsheathed‌‍‌ their swords against⁠‌⁠ him.

The‍ cruel baron was‌‍​ shouting that he‍ was the one‍⁠​ responsible for weaving⁠‍⁠ necromantic magic and​‍‌ that they should​ not be deceived.‌

Upon‌ hearing such words,‍​ Rodelia first hesitated,‍⁠‍ but when she​‍⁠ looked at Dereck,⁠ agonizing in the⁠⁠ room, she had‍⁠⁠ to gradually discard‌⁠ those suspicions.

No​⁠⁠ matter what tricks‌⁠ someone might use,‍‍ no one would‍⁠ risk their own​​‌ life in such‌ a manner.

Dereck⁠‍‍ had nearly died,​ and in his⁠⁠​ condition it would‍ not be strange​‍ if he died⁠‍‍ at any moment.⁠​

The​‌ best doctors available⁠ were treating him,​ and even so,‍ those supporting him‌⁠ remained deeply worried.​

What​ Countess Rodelia was⁠ overlooking was that⁠‌​ Dereck was not‌‌ a sane person‌ either.

He‍⁠​ was a lunatic‌‍ capable of risking‌​‍ his life for⁠ magical advancement.

And‌⁠ that was why‌ he had come‍ this far.

But​ it was difficult‌‌ to notice that‌‌‍ just by his⁠​ appearance.

On⁠ the outside, he‌⁠‌ only seemed like‍​ someone devoted to‍‍ training magic—a man​ who governed a remote region and‌‌​ taught young people‌ as his profession.‍‌‍

‘If‌ he truly were‌​‍ the mastermind behind​⁠ all this, at​ the very least⁠‍​ he would not‍​‌ be on the​​‌ brink of death.’‍​‍

Others​‌ might not know‌ it, but Countess⁠​ Rodelia, who had‍‌‌ seen Dereck block‌​‌ the Grand Duke‍⁠‌ Beltus with all‍​​ his strength, could​⁠​ not doubt him.‌⁠

His‌ miserable appearance, bleeding⁠ profusely and trembling⁠‍⁠ from head to​‌⁠ toe, was right‍‍ before her eyes.‌

“First,⁠​⁠ we must review⁠‌ the situation of​ the recovered Beltus‍ mansion and organize⁠⁠‌ what must be⁠​ reported. We must​⁠​ listen to the‌‍‌ accounts of the‌⁠⁠ people inside Beltus,‌ but we still‌‍‌ have not fully‌‌ determined whom we‌‌‌ can trust and‍‍ whom we cannot.”⁠‍

Countess‍⁠‌ Rodelia shook her⁠‍​ head slightly and‌⁠‍ spoke to Denise,​​ whose face was⁠ full of concern.‌‍‍

“At‌‌⁠ the very least,​​‍ Lady Denise, whom​ Baron Ravenclaw has⁠‌⁠ vouched for, is‍‍​ someone we can⁠ trust. Could you⁠ organize and tell‍ us the situation‌ within the Beltus‌‍ duchy?”

It‍‍‍ was a position‌‍⁠ from which she‍‌ could present suggestions‍ directly to Countess‌ Rodelia, who at​ that moment held‍​ real control of⁠​​ the mansion.

And‍​‍ that was the‌‌​ last gift that​⁠​ Baron Ravenclaw had‌⁠ left Denise before‌ losing consciousness.

Upon​‍ hearing those words,‌‍ Denise swallowed nervously.⁠​

Originally,‌ she had been‌ a sailor on‌ a sinking ship.⁠ Naturally, she thought​ she would end⁠‍⁠ up sinking with‌ that ship.

However,⁠⁠‍ the teacher who⁠‌⁠ had once instructed⁠ her had rescued‌ Denise from the‌​ sea, calling her​‍‍ his disciple, and‌⁠ had once again‍ handed her the⁠ helm to navigate.‍‌​

In​ exchange, Dereck lay‌‌ inside the “cabin,”​⁠ completely collapsed.

Denise⁠‍​ could not allow⁠‍‌ his sincerity to​ be wasted. She​ widened her eyes‌​ and composed herself.‍‌​

It‌ was the moment‍ for Denise to‌ stand firm.

**​​

[You​ have reached the‍ level of 4 stars. You are​⁠​ a master of​ magic.]

[You⁠⁠​ can now access‌‌ the fusion theory⁠‌‍ of the magic‌ system.]

“…”​

Chirp,​ chirp, chirp.

When‌ Dereck opened his⁠​​ eyes, it was⁠‌ already morning and‌‍ the sun was​​ rising.

His​ whole body throbbed​ with intense pain,‍ but he was​‌‌ used to enduring​⁠ it.

As‌⁠‍ he adjusted to‍​ the piercing brightness⁠⁠ of the morning⁠ light and raised⁠​​ his torso, he​​ saw a familiar⁠ figure sitting beside‍ the bed, arms⁠ crossed and one‌‍ leg over the​‍‌ other.

“…”⁠​

“…Hello,​​ Dereck.”

“Pheline.​‍ What are you​‍​ doing here?”

“What⁠⁠​ do you think?‌​⁠ I’ve been taking‍‌ care of you.”​​

Pheline‌‍ also had scratches⁠ all over her‍ body.

It⁠⁠​ seemed that only​​‍ one day had​‍ passed since that‍⁠​ chaotic night.

“…You‌​‌ don’t look like​ someone taking care‌ of a patient.”‍​⁠

“It’s⁠‍ just a manner​‍‌ of speaking. If‍‍‍ you saw how‌ things are outside,⁠⁠​ you’d be shocked.‌‍⁠ Tons of people​ wanted to come⁠‍⁠ in to see‍⁠‌ you, but for‌‍⁠ some reason, I’m​ the only one⁠‌⁠ who managed to​ slip through and‌ stay here.”

“And‌‌‍ how did you⁠ get in with‍‍⁠ all that commotion?”⁠​‌

“I‌‌ was going to⁠ ignore it anyway,‌ but they said​ it didn’t matter⁠‌‍ because I’m the⁠‍ baron’s wife…”

“…”‍​‌

“…”​

An​⁠⁠ awkward silence filled​‍​ the space for‍​‌ a moment.

Despite‌⁠‌ everything, Pheline was‌ officially Dereck’s partner.⁠⁠

There​⁠ was no romantic​‌ atmosphere between them,‌ but officially, that⁠​ was their status.⁠⁠​

Dereck⁠ held his aching​ forehead while Pheline‌ brushed aside her​‌⁠ bangs with a complicated expression.

“Well,‌⁠⁠ I know how⁠​⁠ tough you are,‍ Dereck… so I thought it was​‍​ ridiculous to talk​​⁠ about life or​‌ death over a wound like this.”‍‍

To‍ a stranger, it​ looked like his‍ life was hanging⁠‌⁠ by a thread.​⁠

In​‌ truth, Dereck’s bleeding​ and wounds were‌‍‌ severe, and if‌ he weren’t someone​‌ properly trained, it⁠‌⁠ would have been⁠‍‍ normal for him​ to die on‌⁠ the spot.

Facing⁠ a 5-star mage‌ as only a 3-star from the​ start implied accepting‌​ extreme risk.

But‍‌‌ for Pheline, who‍ had wandered through‍‌⁠ labyrinths alongside him‍⁠‌ for years, seeing⁠⁠‌ Dereck seriously injured‍ was nothing new.‌‍‌

Before,‍​​ Pheline would despair,​ carry him on‍​⁠ her back, bandage⁠​ his wounds, walk‌ anxiously without sleeping—but​ that pure behavior‍‌‍ had already vanished.​​

Now⁠ she only looked‌ at him with‍ an expression that‌‍ said, “This guy​‌​ lying around again—what⁠​ an idiot.”

They​ knew each other‌​‌ so well that​‍‌ they didn’t feel‌⁠‌ any special sense‌‌ of crisis.

“Dereck,​⁠ when I look​ at you I feel like you’re⁠‍ someone who wouldn’t‌‍⁠ surprise anyone if‍​ one day you⁠ died while training‌⁠​ magic.”

“You‍‍⁠ know well that⁠​‌ I don’t die⁠​ that easily.”

“Hard​‌ to deny… anyway,⁠​‍ it’s your life.‍‍‌ Besides, thanks to​ you, I had​‍ fun.”

Pheline,⁠ who also had‍ considerable wounds, smiled⁠ broadly.

“When‍ else could I kick noble asses‍‍ if not in‍⁠ situations like this?‌​‍ It seems we’ll‌ get a nice​​ reward in the‌ end—when the status⁠‌ of someone you‍‌ know rises, the⁠‌‍ benefits come along.”‍‌​

“You‍‍​ say you hate‍⁠ nobles, but you​‍ don’t seem bothered⁠‍⁠ when I act‍ like one and​ cause a mess.”​

“You’re‍ Dereck before noble.”‍

“….”‍‌

Pheline⁠⁠‌ laughed softly and​⁠‌ continued speaking.

“Well,​ there are a ton of people‌ worried about you,‌⁠ so lift that​ heavy butt and‌‍ get out. I heard some people‌ from the barony‍ rode all night,​ terrified that you’d‌​‍ die.”

“Yes.​ Thanks for letting​‍‍ me know.”

“Thanks?​‌‌ While I was‌ rolling around with‌‌​ the Beldern Mercenary‌‌‌ Corps, you were⁠‍ flirting with a bunch of women,⁠⁠ and now I’m​‌ trapped with the‍‌​ title of baroness—terrifying.”⁠‌⁠

Pheline⁠‍‌ let out a deep sigh, picked​ up her bow,⁠​ her sword, and⁠‌‍ her cloak, and​⁠ stretched lazily.

It‌​ was early in‍‌ the morning. She​⁠ must have been​ exhausted in her‍​ own way too.⁠

As⁠ if she had‍⁠ already said everything‌‌ she needed to‍‌ say, she waved‍⁠ her arms carelessly⁠⁠ and opened the⁠​‍ door to leave.‌

Her​​‍ relaxed attitude even⁠‌ in situations like‍ this was truly⁠‌ impressive. Unlike the‌ ladies of aristocratic​⁠⁠ families, her constant‌ naturalness was her‍​‌ greatest strength.

Creak,‌‌ bang.

Dereck‌⁠ watched the closed‌​ door for a few seconds, and‌‌⁠ then, as best‌ he could, moved​‍​ his aching body​‍⁠ to stand up.‍​

He​⁠‌ was still not‌‌ used to walking,⁠‌ and he barely​​​ felt any magical‍ power within him—but‍​ he could clearly⁠‌‌ feel that his⁠‌‍ magical level had⁠⁠⁠ risen another step.⁠⁠‌

Even⁠‍⁠ Dereck, always so‍ calm, couldn’t help⁠‌‍ but show a faint smile.

4-star‌⁠ level.

A realm that even‌ those born with⁠‌ noble blood and‌ extraordinary talent might​‌ never achieve in⁠​ an entire lifetime.‌

The⁠‍ mere fact of‌‌ having set foot⁠ on that threshold‍‍ thrilled him.

His‌‌‌ breathing quickened, and‌‌⁠ he felt a rush of euphoria.‍‍

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