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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 153: The Youngest Disciple (5)

Chapter 153: The Youngest Disciple (5)

The⁠ plan to establish‌‍ the Ravenclaw Academy‍‌⁠ was progressing rapidly.⁠‌

When​⁠‍ Dereck went out​​ to the site​ where the opening⁠⁠​ schedule was already‍ confirmed and the⁠⁠ civil works were​ in full process,‌⁠​ he felt a strange stab of⁠⁠ headache and couldn’t​​ avoid pressing his​⁠ temples.

“Ah,‌ Sir Dereck. You’re‍‌ here! I heard‍‌‌ the news about‍ the support from‍ the house of‌⁠​ Count Renuel. It‍​ seems we’ll be​⁠ able to expand‍‍⁠ the size of​⁠‍ the auditorium more‌ than planned!”

Aiselin​‌​ Eleanor Duplain, the‍​‌ noble lady so‌⁠‌ extraordinarily elegant and‌⁠ distinguished that even‌ Diella, Ellen, and‍‌ even that beast‍⁠‌ Trisha had been⁠⁠‌ moved by her,​ was holding an‌ iron shovel, with‌ a towel hanging​‌ over her shoulder‌⁠ as she wiped​ her sweat.

To‍‌‌ top it off,⁠ the hem of⁠‌​ her dress bothered​‌‌ her so much​⁠‍ that she had⁠ tied it up⁠ with a rope.⁠⁠

If‍​ she was going‍⁠ to do this,​‍ better not wear‍⁠ a dress—was what‍‌⁠ Dereck thought, but​ the thought vanished⁠‍ from his mind‍ with Aiselin’s next​ words.

“Ahaha.‍​ I stepped out⁠ for a moment⁠ to check how‌ everything was going,​‍‌ but the land⁠​‌ they were clearing‌ for the garden‌ didn’t convince me.​⁠​ You only need‍​ to correct the⁠‌ last part a bit and that’s⁠‍ it, but calling‍ the workers just⁠ for that felt‌⁠​ like too much…”‍‍

“……”‍

“I‍ finished already! The⁠⁠ soil at the​​ end of this‍​ flowerbed needs to​‍ be rounder so‍ that, when we⁠ plant roses or‍​⁠ pansies, it looks​ more harmonious. Once⁠‌‌ I decorated a flowerbed during a floral arrangement class,‌⁠‌ and I discovered⁠ that if the​⁠ basic groundwork of‌⁠⁠ the soil isn’t‍ done well, later‌ it’s harder to​‌ achieve a nice‌‍⁠ harmony. It’s the​⁠‍ first time I do it alone,⁠​‌ but it has​‍‍ its charm…”

Caring⁠⁠ for a flowerbed‍ or doing floral‍​⁠ arrangements could be​​⁠ considered an elegant‍‌​ pastime, but deliberately⁠⁠ picking up a shovel and digging⁠‍​ soil was another​‍ thing entirely.

Confused,‌​​ Dereck ended up​ letting himself fall⁠​​ onto any bench‌ near the flowerbed.⁠​⁠

“Lady‌‌⁠ Aiselin, that is…”​

“Yes?”​​

“Nothing.”⁠‌

With‌‌ that naturally innocent‍⁠​ expression, almost as‌ if she were⁠ wagging a tail,‍⁠‌ Dereck didn’t know‌⁠ where to even​‍​ begin pointing something‌⁠‌ out to her.‌‌‌

At⁠⁠⁠ first she had​‌ opened her eyes⁠⁠ to commerce and⁠‌‌ administration, then to‌⁠‌ civil work and⁠ construction, and now⁠‍ she was even‌ doing heavy labor⁠ on her own.​​

The​ Duplain house was​‍ already regaining strength‌​⁠ quickly, but she​‍‍ still considered herself‍⁠ a fallen noble⁠ lady.

The⁠ truth was that‍ the Duplain house‌​​ had gone through‌​ a real crisis,​​ so it wasn’t‍​⁠ strange that Aiselin,‍ with a slightly‌⁠‍ disheveled air, rolled​ up her sleeves​‌⁠ for everything.

However,⁠ at this point,​ some things could‌‍ become problematic.

“The‌ influence of the⁠ Duplain house is‍​⁠ beginning to grow​‍ as fast as⁠​ before. Of course,‍ it still can’t‍‍​ be compared to‍⁠ its golden age,​‍ and the size‍​‍ of the domain‍⁠‍ has shrunk a lot, but if‍ you regain the⁠‌‌ authority proper of⁠⁠‍ a duchy, your‌‍⁠ position will change‍ considerably, Lady Aiselin.”‌

“You​ are right! You​‍ have helped us‍⁠ so much, Sir⁠‌‌ Dereck! I’m always⁠‍ grateful!”

“Precisely‌⁠⁠ for that reason​⁠​ I’m telling you⁠ this—if you continue⁠⁠​ behaving like this,​​‍ it could become‍​ problematic.”

“…”‌‌

Aiselin‍ also understood, at​‍ least a little,‍ what he meant.⁠

She⁠⁠‍ froze as if‍⁠​ thinking, ‘Is it‌‍ okay for me⁠​​ to be doing‌ this?’ She felt‌⁠‌ a slight sting‍​ of guilt, but⁠‍ even so, she⁠​⁠ thought.

Ever⁠ since her house‌ wavered, life seemed​‌​ to have gained‍ meaning.

Instead‌⁠ of being trapped⁠ in a cage‌⁠ reading philosophy, learning‌ a bit of⁠‍ magic, and receiving⁠ lady-like education, she‍​ felt like she‍‌‍ was sailing in‌‍ a world full⁠⁠‍ of rough waves.​‌​

That⁠‌ stirred something inside‌ her.

But​‌ precisely because her​‍ efforts had borne‍​‍ fruit, the Duplain​ house was returning​⁠ to the right‌ path.

“I’m​⁠ sorry to tell‍‍⁠ you this, but‍ you should refrain​‌ from doing physical​ labor yourself.”

“W-what‌ do you mean…⁠​⁠ Sir D-Dereck? There‌​ are still many‍‌⁠ vegetables to take​⁠⁠ care of in​ the garden behind​ the mansion…”

“…”​‍

“Coming‍‌‌ down, I also⁠ saw there was‌​⁠ still some dust​⁠ on the railing⁠‍ of the central‌ staircase of the⁠ main hall… I planned to finish​‍ here and clean‌‍‍ it all with​ the dry cloth​​ I had already⁠​ prepared…”

“Order‍ the maids.”

“Then…⁠‍ what do I do about the​ vines on the‍‌⁠ exterior wall? If​⁠⁠ we leave them,‌‌‌ they’ll take root​⁠ between the bricks…”‌

“I’ll‌‍ speak with the‌‍ gardener.”

Dereck‍‍ lifted his chin⁠⁠​ slightly and spoke​ firmly.

“How​‍ can the noble‌⁠⁠ young lady of⁠ the house Duplain‍ personally do that⁠⁠ kind of work?”⁠

“N-no…⁠ it’s my joy…‌​‌ it’s my only​⁠ pastime!”

“It⁠‌‌ is an issue⁠‍​ that directly affects‌‍‌ the dignity of⁠​ the house. I cannot yield on⁠ this.”

“This‌‌⁠ weekend I was⁠ thinking of making​​‌ lasagna from scratch.​‌‍ I grew those‌ tomatoes for that…”⁠

She‍‌​ remembered the hot⁠ summer days when,‌‍ under a scorching‌ sun, she herself‌ removed pests one‍​ by one, trimmed⁠ leaves, watered the​‍⁠ plants, and then⁠⁠ wiped her sweat​​​ with a satisfied‌⁠ expression.

“For‌⁠ that… ask the‌ cook and the‍‌ chef.”

Aiselin⁠‍ opened her mouth⁠⁠ as if she​​​ had lost the⁠‍‍ whole world. There​ was no alternative.​⁠‍

Her⁠⁠ social status was‍‍‌ far too high‍ to do that‌ kind of thing.‌

When​‍ the house was‌ wavering, it was⁠ a different story;‌​ now that it⁠‍​ was regaining strength,⁠ she had to​ act according to‌​ its dignity.

“…Sir⁠⁠ Dereck. This may‌ sound strange…”

“…”⁠‍‍

“Does‌ the Duplain house…⁠​​ have to rise‌ again no matter​⁠ what…?”

“Of‌⁠ course. Think of⁠‍⁠ your family and‌ your servants, how‍⁠ much they have‌⁠⁠ suffered…”

“That…⁠‍​ is true…”

Aiselin​​ bit her lower⁠​⁠ lip, holding back‌ tears.

By​​ her nature, she​ couldn’t ignore her‍‍​ family or her​‌ servants in difficulty.⁠​‌

There‌ was no escape.‌

Clang!‍​ Clang!

“Move​‍ it here! Carefully!”‌

Shrinking⁠ a little, Aiselin⁠⁠ sat in the‌​‌ shade watching the‌⁠‍ workers carry construction‌⁠ materials in silence.​⁠

“I​⁠ heard you delegated‌ completely to Lady​ Diella the authority‍ over the staff‌​ and the students‌ of the school.​‌ Honestly, I found⁠⁠‌ it unexpected.”

“Oh,​ really?”

Aiselin⁠ must also have⁠‌ had her ears⁠​‌ wide open regarding‌​ the changes in⁠​‌ Ebelstein society.

Dereck’s⁠ help and her‌⁠ naturally tyrannical temperament‌ had made Diella‍ now practically capable‍‌ of leading the​​⁠ Rose Hall de​​​ facto.

Watching‍⁠ these changes, Aiselin‌ seemed half happy,‍‍​ half worried.

“I⁠⁠ thought it would​ be difficult for​ her to handle‌‌⁠ people, evaluate them,​​ and deal with‍⁠ them, compared to‍ Lady Ellen or​⁠‍ Lady Denise.”

“That’s‍‌⁠ true. But I also wanted to‍​ give the Duplain⁠ house a little​ push and, above​‍‌ all, it was‍‌‌ necessary for Lady⁠​ Diella herself.”

While​⁠ they flipped through‍‌ documents together, Dereck‍ spoke in a low voice.

“Handling‌​ people is a very difficult task,‍‍‌ you know that,⁠​ Lady Aiselin.”

“That…⁠ is true.”

Aiselin⁠⁠⁠ watched Dereck’s expression‍‍ for a moment,​⁠ slowly closed her‍‍‌ eyes, and then‍ looked again at⁠‌⁠ the blue sky​‍‌ at the end‍ of winter.

“Diella⁠ will have to‌ learn it too.”‌

Seeing‍‌​ her accept it​ in silence, it‌ was clear Aiselin⁠ was truly deep-thinking.‌

Even​⁠​ if she naturally​⁠⁠ acted like a ruined noblewoman, in‌ the important moments⁠‌ she always made⁠ wise decisions.

Dereck‍​​ looked at her​⁠ for a moment,​‌ then turned his​ eyes back to‌ the construction in​‌⁠ full motion.

“The‌‍‌ construction is going⁠​‌ quite fast. At​​ this pace, we’ll​⁠⁠ meet the schedule‍⁠ without any problem.”‍

And‌ he simply continued​ talking about work‌‍‌ matters.

***‌​

The⁠​⁠ cold that filled‌‌ the hallway of​‍‍ the Elfontain Building⁠⁠ showed no signs‌⁠‍ of dissipating.

Trisha‌ suddenly hurling insults​‌‍ at Diella, the‌‌ worst of the⁠​ hooligans, a wild​‍ mare of the​‌​ plains, was something​​‍ no one gathered‍‌ there could have⁠‍ anticipated.

It​⁠‌ wasn’t just sly‌‍ provocation or a battle of stares.⁠⁠

She​⁠ used such vulgar​ and crude vocabulary‍ that no one⁠ could have imagined​ a noble young​​ lady uttering it,‍‌ all to deliberately​‍⁠ provoke Diella.

At​‌​ this point, it⁠​ wouldn’t have been‍⁠ strange if Diella‍ had raised her⁠​‍ hand and slapped‍ her.

Given⁠ Diella’s history, she​​‍ had never been⁠‍ someone who cared⁠​‍ about the gazes​‌​ of others.

Even​ in a situation‍‌ like this, observed‍​ by countless noble‍‍‌ young ladies, if⁠⁠​ something displeased her,‌ she would kick⁠⁠⁠ Trisha and stomp⁠⁠‍ on her.

However,‌‌‍ Diella didn’t do‍‌⁠ it. The reason​ was only one​‍‌ when something is‍​⁠ too absurd, it‌​ doesn’t even make​ you angry.

“Did‌​​ I hear that‌‍ wrong?”

“Are​ you deaf already?​​‍ Let’s go at‍‌ it. I’m going‌ to crush that‌ arrogant pride of‍ yours.”

Bang!​ Fwoosh!

Suddenly,‌ a gale exploded.​

That‌⁠‌ freezing wind formed​‌ by magic burst​ out from Diella,​‌‍ upsetting everything around⁠⁠ her.

At‌‌‌ the center of‍​ the storm, the⁠‍ girl with shining,⁠‍ fluttering hair opened‍​ her chilling eyes‌ impossibly wide.

Just‌​⁠ facing that gaze,‍​⁠ so clear even⁠​⁠ in the darkness,​ the noble young‌⁠ ladies, greenhouse flowers,⁠‌⁠ trembled in their⁠‍⁠ legs.

Trisha‍‍⁠ was no exception;⁠ from her nails‍⁠⁠ to her arms‍​ and nape, her‍‌‍ skin erupted in⁠ goosebumps.

Even‍ so, she never​​ showed it. She‌ raised her head‌​​ even higher, straightened‍ her nose, and‌ forced a defiant‍‍ smile.

“Lately⁠‍‍ the Duplain house‍​‌ has been acting⁠‌​ very conceited, and‌⁠ you behave as​ if you were‍‌ someone too. That⁠​ look of yours​‌⁠ is the same‌ as that of‍ a sacrifice that‌​ thinks it can⁠⁠ cling to a thread of hope‍‍ to survive.”

“…”⁠

“Diella.‍‍‍ If it weren’t​⁠ for Lady Aiselin,‍⁠ you’d be nothing‍‍⁠ more than a common troublemaker. You‍‌ have a bad⁠‌‌ temper, a foul⁠‌‌ mouth, and the​‌‍ only thing you​ know how to‌ do is crush‍ others. And even⁠‌ with that, you‍ act like everything​‍‍ belongs to you.​​‌ You look like⁠‌⁠ a child holding‍‍ her first toy.‌‌‌ It’s so pathetic​ it embarrasses me​​‌ to look at‍‍ you.”

“…You⁠‌‍ really are begging⁠ to die, Trisha.”​​⁠

Fwooosh!​‍​ Crack!

Thorny‍⁠⁠ tendrils burst from⁠​‌ the ground, and‌ ice spears floated⁠​⁠ around.

Seeing​ magic manifest instantly,‍ without even a prior chant, it‍⁠ was clear that​⁠⁠ Diella had already​‍ risen to the‍‌ rank of 2 stars.

Diella‍​‌ was someone with⁠ such exceptional talent‌ that she didn’t⁠​‍ even require Dereck’s​ intervention.

She‍​ was in a completely different category⁠ from Trisha, who‌ had barely begun​‍​ to study 1-star‍⁠ magic.

A wall in the‍‌⁠ hallway cracked, and‍⁠ the heat of‌‌​ the magic began‌ to rise.

No‌ matter what happened⁠​‍ to the Elfontain‍⁠​ Building, the only​ thing filling Diella’s‍​‍ mind was punishing‍​ that insolent young⁠ noble who stood‌ before her.

‘Not‍ scary, not scary,⁠ not scary, not‌‍⁠ scary, not scary,‍​​ not scary. No…‌ actually it is‌​ a little scary.⁠‌ No, not that‍ scary. No, not‍‍ scary at all.‌ Not scary. I don’t know fear.‍‍‍ What is fear?‌ What does it‍ mean to be‍⁠​ afraid?’

Murmuring,⁠​⁠ Trisha took a step back. She​ swallowed, but didn’t‌ let a trace‌‍⁠ of fear appear⁠ on her face.‌⁠ Then she cleared​ her throat and​ spoke.

“Diella,⁠‌⁠ they delegated to​​ you the personnel⁠​ authority of the‍‍⁠ Ravenclaw group, but​‌⁠ it seems you​​ have no intention⁠‌ of exercising that‍‍​ power the way⁠ your master wishes.‍ You don’t want‌‍ the number of‍ the baron Ravenclaw’s‌​​ direct disciples to⁠‌ increase. Is that​‍‌ it?”

“What?”‌⁠​

“It’s​ obvious. But tell‌⁠ me, do you​⁠‍ really think that’s‌‍‌ what the baron‍​ Ravenclaw wants? That‌​‍ you step forward,‌‍‍ cut down the​ nobles who want⁠‌ to learn, and⁠ rule like a tyrant? Do you‌‌⁠ think that’s what⁠‍‌ he wanted?”

To‌ keep her voice‌ from shaking, Trisha‍‍‍ pressed the tip‌ of her chin​‍‌ firmly.

“You‌ think you have‍⁠‌ all the legitimacy,⁠ don’t you? Because⁠​​ the baron Ravenclaw⁠‍ decided to trust​​ in your judgment.‍‍⁠ Too bad. Because⁠​‌ your ability only​‍​ reaches that far.”‌‍‍

“What‍ nonsense are you‍‍ spouting?”

“It’s‌ not nonsense, it’s​‍⁠ a fact. The‌ baron gave you‌‍⁠ authority, and you⁠‍⁠ only think about‍ using it as⁠‍⁠ you please. Without​‌ reason, without cause,⁠ just drunk on⁠‍‍ that power.”

Trisha⁠​‌ was so tense‌​ she was almost​ breaking into a cold sweat, but‌‍​ gritting her teeth,‌ she maintained an‌ incredibly arrogant expression.‍

Even⁠ though she looked‍‌​ like she was​‍ about to burst‍ into tears, the⁠‌ one thing she⁠‌⁠ had inherited from‌‌ her father—the swagger‍‌⁠ and shamelessness—was indeed‌‍ real.

She⁠‌⁠ had nothing, and​⁠‌ if someone hit​⁠ her she would⁠‍ go flying but‌⁠‌ she must never‍ back down.

No⁠ matter how arrogant,​⁠ greedy, or wicked​ she appeared, she‌‍‍ must never lower‍ her head.

“You‌ can hit me‍​⁠ or insult me,⁠‍‌ but that truth​‍ will never change,⁠​‌ Diella.”

The​‌‌ matter of legitimacy.‍‍

Especially‌⁠⁠ when dealing with⁠ delegated power, legitimacy‌ in exercising it​‌ is crucial.

If‌⁠‍ Diella simply didn’t⁠ want the number​​ of Dereck’s disciples‍‍⁠ to increase then‌​ she had no⁠⁠⁠ argument to counter.‍

Even​​ a tyrant ruling⁠ the world couldn’t‍​⁠ act without legitimacy.‍‍‍

And⁠ if public opinion​⁠‍ pointed to her​ as someone arrogant​​⁠ who only abused‌‌ the entrusted power,‌ she would face​ problems too.

That’s‌ why, if she‌ wanted legitimacy, she‍​‍ had to find​​‍ another approach.

“I‍‌ don’t care. If‌ you want to‌ argue that, do⁠‌‌ it in hell.”​‍​

Fwooosh!⁠​

‘Hiiik!’⁠‍

Negotiation‍‍ only exists among​ equals.

Diella’s‍‍ face, already distorted‌​ with rage, was​ that of a furious beast. Trying‍ to play word‍ games with someone​ like that was​⁠⁠ ridiculous.

Just⁠‌ when Trisha’s vision‌ began to blur.​

Whoosh!​‍ Crack! Crack!

It‌​ wasn’t a good​‌ idea to cause⁠⁠⁠ destruction here.

The⁠‍⁠ one who intervened‌‌ after assessing the‍ situation was the‍⁠ person who held​⁠ the second place‌​ in the Ravenclaw​​ group, the place‌ Trisha dreamed of‌​ entering.

Bangs‍ half pinned up,⁠ the rest of‌‍​ her hair fluttering‌‌ behind her, and​ eyes as red‌​ as her hair.​⁠‌

Ellen⁠ of the Belmierd​ house.

It‌‍​ was the first⁠⁠ time they saw‍ her use magic⁠‍ outside a dueling⁠ hall.

Burn!⁠

The​‌⁠ thorny tendrils around​‍ Diella, ready to‍​ lunge at Trisha,​‌‌ burned and disintegrated‌‌‍ completely.

In‍‍​ front of them,‌ holding several books‍ in one hand​‌ and shaking the⁠‌‌ other she had‍ just used to‍⁠ channel magic, Ellen‌‌ appeared.

“Control⁠​ yourself, Lady Diella.​​ If you want​‌ to continue, do‌‌ it in the‍⁠​ dueling arena.”

Trisha‍‍ lowered her skirt‌ more to hide‍ the shaking of⁠ her thighs.

Ellen,​‍​ shaking off the⁠ flames, shifted her⁠‌‌ gaze slightly, narrowing⁠ her eyes.

Trisha‍ had expected this.‍

In‌​ such a situation,‌⁠⁠ Ellen would never​​‍ stay silent. She⁠‌​ was a fair‌‍‍ and strict defender⁠‌⁠ of principles.

“And‌ although Lady Trisha​ was too harsh,‍‌​ what she said⁠⁠⁠ is not incorrect.​‌ A principle must‌‍ be something everyone​​ can accept.”

Seeing⁠ Diella calm down⁠‍ a little, Ellen‌ also lowered her‍ posture slightly.

“Of‍ course, as I said at the‍​ last meeting, I will respect Lady⁠‌ Diella as much​‍​ as I can.‍‌‍ But if your​‍ actions begin to⁠‍‌ affect the rules⁠ of the Rose​ Hall, I also⁠​ have a position,‌ and I cannot​ remain with my‌ arms crossed.”

“Fine.‍⁠ I admit what‍ I must admit.‌ I was too⁠‍ emotional.”

Diella​⁠⁠ let out a long sigh. But,‍⁠‍ perhaps because her‍​‌ anger hadn’t disappeared,​‍‍ she looked fixedly‍ again at Trisha,‌‌ forcing her to​ hold her breath.‍

“You’re⁠ right. It’s not‌⁠⁠ good to decide‍ and announce everything‍‍‍ according to my‍ whim. You say​ I have no‌‌ legitimacy, right?”

“…”​​

It⁠⁠​ was strange that‍​ Diella responded so​‌​ obediently. She was‍‍ surely plotting something.‌

“All⁠⁠‍ right. Then I’ll⁠‍‌ set a clear‍ standard. If you‍ want your name‍‍ to appear in⁠⁠‌ the Ravenclaw group‍​​ you’ll have to⁠​ prove your ability.‍ Clearly prove that‍‌ you are not‍‌ inferior to the⁠ others. Only then⁠⁠‌ can I accept‍​ you as the‍​ youngest, or not.”‍‌

“So…‍ you propose a magic duel?”

“Doesn’t​ sound bad. But‍⁠​ I’m too busy‌‌‌ to face you.​‌​ And I don’t‌⁠​ want to see‍ your face. So⁠ go and defeat​ the one who‌ is at the​‍⁠ very bottom of⁠ the Ravenclaw group’s⁠ hierarchy.”

Saying‍ that, Diella waved‍‌⁠ her hand and​⁠​ turned around.

“…”​​⁠

Trisha⁠⁠​ mentally reviewed the‌‍‍ hierarchy of the​‍‌ group.

And​ remembering who was​⁠ in last place,​ she had to⁠‌‍ hold her breath.​ Diella, at least,‍​⁠ acted within logic.⁠​​

But⁠ there was someone‌ who was beyond​​⁠ even that.

A person so reckless‌‌ that it was‍‍ impossible to imagine‌‍‍ how Dereck had⁠ managed to turn⁠‌ her into a disciple.

If‍​ you irritated her,‍‌ you died.

In​​‌ front of her,⁠‌​ one felt an​ indescribable murderous intent.​

That​ girl had crushed⁠ northern beasts with​⁠‌ her bare hands,⁠⁠ and had been⁠⁠​ soaked countless times‌‌ in human blood.‌‌

“Me?”‍‌

A low voice emerged⁠⁠ from the crowd.⁠‍⁠

The⁠‍‌ girl with ash-gray‌⁠‍ hair, sitting lazily⁠ while playing with‌‍ a strand, spoke,⁠‌‌ and people instinctively​‌ opened a path​ around her.

Sitting‍‍ on a luxurious​ sofa against the⁠‍​ wall, stroking her‍ hair, the young​ woman radiated a chill that made​‍​ the spine quiver⁠ just by speaking.⁠​‍

Normal⁠‌​ people couldn’t identify‌ the origin of‌‍​ that fear.

They​​ didn’t understand why⁠​⁠ the gaze of⁠ that murderer who​ had killed so‍ many people was‍‌ so terrifying.

Sensing⁠⁠‍ that murderous intent‍ belonged to the⁠‌‍ realm of the​‌ sixth sense.

The⁠‌ youngest mage in‌​ the entire region​ to reach 3 stars.

Siern‌‌ Alaina Rochester opened‌ her eyes and‍ stared straight at‌‍ Trisha.

“Are‍‌ you going to​ fight me?”

At‍⁠⁠ that simple question​⁠ thrown without emotion,‌⁠⁠ the heaviness of⁠⁠ the hallway seemed‌ to multiply.

That‍​⁠ someone like her​ was the “youngest”‌‍ of the group‍‌‍ showed how deranged‍ the Ravenclaw group​ was.

Trisha‍ swallowed.

Could⁠‍ she nod here?‍‌⁠

Just​⁠​ a few gestures‍⁠​ would be enough⁠‍⁠ to kill her.‌⁠

Courage​​‌ had to be‌‌ distinguished from recklessness.​⁠

This‌ was the moment​ to lower her‌⁠​ head. The impossible⁠⁠​ was impossible. No⁠‍ one could blame​​‌ her for running​ away from such⁠ a situation.

Trying​⁠ to hide the⁠‍ shiver running down⁠ her spine, Trisha‍‌ straightened up and‌​ looked around.

Diella,‍ since childhood in​​ the study of​​ wild magic, was‌⁠‌ a 2-star mage‌ with mastery in​‌‌ ice and plant‍ magic.

Ellen,‍ who bore the‍ weight of the‌‍ Belmierd house, prepared⁠‍ to rule the​⁠‍ world as a monarch. And Siern,‍ who was a monster in herself.‍‌

Looking​⁠ one by one⁠​‍ at Dereck’s disciples,‌ Trisha closed her‍ eyes.

A small laugh escaped‍ her. Had she​ lost her mind?‍‍​ No. It was⁠‌ just a strange‍‌ feeling.

‘It’s‍‍​ always like this.’‌⁠⁠

That⁠‌ she could still⁠ smile in a situation like this‌‍⁠ was ridiculous.

‘All‍‌​ these bastards are‌‍ geniuses.’

Giant‍​⁠ mountains rising into⁠ the sky.

And​​ she, a tiny‌‍ hill among them.‌⁠⁠

What‌⁠ would change if‍ she lamented, despaired,‌‍ or bowed her‌ head before a level impossible to‍‌‌ reach?

Nothing.‌‍ Absolutely nothing.

She‌​ remembered a clenched​​‌ fist.

That‌‌ old banker holding⁠⁠‍ a firm fist⁠​⁠ before the young‍ Trisha, as if⁠ trying to give‌‌‍ her strength.

Behind‍ that closed fist‌ appeared the smile​ of a father​​ who was no⁠ longer there.

In‍‍ his eyes hid​‌ complex emotions. It‍​​ looked like the‌⁠ face of a man who had⁠​‌ seen his daughter’s⁠‌​ limits.

“If‌‍⁠ it has to⁠‍⁠ be done, then‌ it’s done. The‍‌ standard is clear,⁠ how nice. Hahaha.”‌⁠

It‌ wasn’t the posture⁠ of a noble‌⁠⁠ heroine confronting absolute‍‌​ evil.

To‌⁠​ the eyes of​‍ the gathered noble‍ young ladies, Trisha‌ laughing and raising⁠ her voice looked​‌‍ like nothing more​ than an ignorant⁠ girl who didn’t​ know her place.⁠‌

A third-rate villainess.

An⁠‌ unbearable plebeian.

A hopeless braggart.

No​​ matter how they‍ saw her. Trisha⁠ had no intention⁠‍ whatsoever of shrinking.‍⁠

“Then‌ come on, go⁠‌‌ ahead.”

Fwooooooosh!‌⁠

And‍‍ so, in the‍​ magical arena of‌⁠ the Elfontain Building,​⁠ Siern appeared wrapped‍​‌ in a torrent​ of magic so​‍​ vast it was‍ impossible to measure⁠​‍ at a glance,‍​‍ ruling the field​​ with her sovereign​⁠ presence.

With‌ just a touch⁠⁠‌ of her finger,‍⁠​ everything seemed like‌‍‍ it could collapse.‌‍

The​ beast of the‌‌ snowy northern steppe​‌ released a murderous‍ intent capable of​‌ subduing an entire‍ pack of wolves.​

It‌​ was already too⁠⁠ late to retreat.‌‍ The magic emanated⁠ with such intensity⁠​​ that not even​⁠ the protective barriers​ of the place​ seemed capable of‍​​ containing it.

That‌​ was the “youngest.”⁠‍

The⁠​ one of lowest‌ rank among Dereck’s​‍⁠ disciples.

“…..”⁠

Facing‌ that storm of⁠‍ magic, Trisha gripped​​‌ the edges of‌‌‍ her skirt tightly⁠‌‌ and thought.

Actually,‍‍​ now that I think about it‌​ again this isn’t​‍ right.

The⁠ only good thing‌⁠ was that, being⁠‌‍ far from the‍ observers’ area, no⁠ one would see⁠‌ the tears beginning‍‌ to form in⁠‌ her eyes.

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