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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 161: Who are you a disciple of? (1)

Chapter 161: Who are you a disciple of? (1)

“When​​ I met him⁠​ at the Duplain‍‌‍ house, I never‍​ imagined he was‌ someone with this‌​‌ level of ambition…”⁠⁠‍

The‍ mansion of Baron​ Ravenclaw was already​‍ filled with various‌​ educational facilities.

Most‍ of them would‌‍ eventually be moved‍‍ to the academy⁠​ being built in‍‍​ the Duplain territory,‍ so the spaces​‌​ within the mansion⁠ would later be​ repurposed for other‍⁠ uses, but at​⁠⁠ least for now,‌​ they were still⁠​ diligently functioning as‌‍​ educational facilities.

The⁠​ path that ran⁠​‍ through those buildings⁠ toward the mansion.‌​‌

It​‌ felt as though⁠ a residence had⁠ been planted in⁠⁠ the middle of‍‌⁠ an academic complex,⁠⁠ which was quite⁠⁠‌ disconcerting.

The​ young Countess Freya,⁠ gazing at that‌ scenery, let out​⁠‌ an awkward bead​ of sweat and​‍ commented,

“D-don’t‌⁠ you get tired⁠ of living surrounded​‍ by all of​ this?”

“It​⁠‍ wasn’t exactly my⁠‌ intention…”

Even‌⁠ for someone devoted​‌ to education, it‌ was unusual to‍⁠ completely surround their​⁠‌ own residence with‍‍ educational facilities.

Anyone‍ unaware of the‍‌ circumstances might easily‌ think he was‍‍ someone obsessed with‍​ the education business.​

The​‍​ reality was that‌​ Aiselin, with her⁠⁠‌ usual drive, had​‍ shifted budgets here​ and there until‌ this result came⁠ about, but explaining⁠​⁠ that in detail​⁠ would not be‌​​ very elegant, so​ there was no⁠ choice but to​​ leave it at⁠⁠​ that.

Dereck⁠ accepted those subtle⁠ looks, recomposed his⁠ expression, and led‍‍​ Freya and Katia‍ into the mansion.​

The‌‌ butler Delbriton greeted⁠‍‌ them politely and‍‍​ guided them to​‍ the dining room,​ indicating an enormous‌‍‌ table.

A pastry chef so‌‍‌ talented that even‍‍​ Fina praised him​ until she was⁠‌ hoarse had prepared⁠‌ a wide variety​‍‌ of sweets, along⁠‍ with appetizers made⁠‍‍ from seasonal ingredients⁠⁠​ and an abundance‌ of expensive, high-quality‍​⁠ liquor.

They​ had been told‌⁠⁠ not to overdo‍ it so as​ not to make‌ Katia uncomfortable, but‍ they also could‌⁠‌ not afford to‌ treat carelessly the‌ most cherished teacher‌ of the lord⁠⁠⁠ of the mansion,‍⁠⁠ who had come‍ in person.

With‌⁠‌ the servants’ pride​ at stake, the​​ table ended up‍‍ as a delicate‌​ balance it appeared⁠‍​ understated, yet at⁠⁠‌ the same time⁠‍ clearly meticulous.

Katia‍​ took a seat​ with a pleased‌‍‍ expression, uncorked a bottle of rum,​‍​ and said,

“Alright,‌‌ Dereck. How about⁠‍⁠ you tell me⁠‍ a little about‍‍ your life? It’s‌⁠ been a long⁠ time since we⁠ last met.”

Seeing‌⁠ her drink strong​ liquor with such⁠ a relaxed voice,​​‌ Dereck could not‍⁠ help but feel‌‌ as though he​‌ had returned to​​‍ his childhood, and⁠ his heart naturally⁠‍ eased.

***‌‌​

“Four-star‌⁠​ magic, and not‌ just barely touching‍⁠ the level, but‌ already quite well⁠​‌ mastered. I knew​​⁠ you had extraordinary​‍ talent, but I never imagined you‍⁠‍ would grow this​ fast.”

“I’m⁠‍ still inexperienced. I’ve‍​ practiced manifesting four-star⁠ magic several times,‍‌​ but after using⁠‍ it just once‍ I become completely‍‌‍ exhausted and have‌ to end the‌‍⁠ day’s training. At‌ this rate, I can’t even come‍​ close to the‌ five-star level.”

“Thinking⁠ about five stars‌⁠ already is premature,‍ Dereck. You’ve reached‍‍ a level of‍‍ mastery that borders‌‌ on the absurd.”​‍

After⁠ a brief chat⁠⁠‌ in the dining⁠‌‍ room, Katia wanted⁠‌‍ to see Dereck’s‍ magical level, so‍‌‌ they went out⁠⁠ to the open⁠ area behind the‍‌ mansion.

Freya​ also watched with​‌ curiosity, but when‍​ she saw Dereck‌​ deploy genuine four-star​⁠ magic, her expression‌‍ completely stiffened.

From‌​ that level onward,⁠​ magic was known​‍‌ as war magic,​‌ as its scale‍ and power surpassed‍ all imagination.

Katia‍​​ had long striven‍ to reach that⁠​ domain, yet she​ had not even⁠ managed to come​‌‍ close.

As‍​​ the saying goes,​‍ the disciple surpasses‌ the master.

Dereck​⁠ had long since⁠⁠ far surpassed Katia‌⁠⁠ and was gazing⁠‍⁠ toward a much⁠⁠ higher place.

No‌⁠​ teacher could witness⁠‌‍ such a scene​‌ without feeling deeply​‌⁠ moved.

However,​‍ that was Katia’s‌ perspective.

From​ Freya’s point of‍​ view, it was‍ impossible to relax‌ her expression.

‘Even‍ though we learned‌ from the same‌‌ master, this difference‍ is far too​‌‌ cruel…’

Recalling⁠‍ Katia’s educational policy‌⁠‌ made it impossible⁠‍‍ to take it‍ with a smile.​‍

She‌ had always insisted​‌‍ that one must‌ train to become‍ the best and​‍‍ have the confidence‌ to surpass anyone.⁠

That⁠ was why, upon⁠⁠⁠ seeing Dereck, her‌⁠ senior in the⁠ master–disciple relationship, she‌ had told herself‍​ she needed to⁠‌‌ stay strong, but⁠ this was not‍‌‌ a level she‌ could even aspire​‌ to.

‘With‍‌‌ this, the master’s‍ standard becomes far‍‌‍ too high…’

Having‌‌ Dereck as the⁠‍‍ point of comparison‍ was simply merciless.‍

Freya,‍‌⁠ tears welling up⁠‍​ in her eyes,⁠‍​ was about to​‌ bring her fist⁠ to her mouth.​⁠

“Don’t‌ tense up so‌⁠⁠ much, Miss Freya.‍​⁠ I’m not going‍ to demand something​​​ as unrealistic as⁠ reaching the four-star‌ level.”

“…”‍​

At​‌⁠ times, Freya felt‍‍‍ that Katia could‌‌ read her mind.‍‌

“I⁠ see… if it​ was Drest Wolftail…‌ then it’s not⁠ so hard to‍​⁠ understand.”

Back‌​ in the mansion,⁠‌‍ seated once again​⁠ at the tea‌ table, Katia rested⁠‌ her chin on⁠ her hand as‍ she spoke.

In‍​​ Dereck’s life, he⁠ had had four‍⁠⁠ teachers up to‍‌⁠ now.

The​ person he cherished‌‍‌ most was Katia,‍ but the ones⁠ who had influenced‌ him the most‍​ were Drest and‌​ Fina.

Both‍ of their magical​‌ levels reached the​​ highest point a human could aspire‍⁠ to.

Their⁠‍ teachings, of such‍ an elevated level,‌‌‍ had raised Dereck’s⁠‌ magic in the⁠‍ most efficient way‍ possible, especially given⁠​ the enormous potential‍ he already possessed.​

And‍ several years had‍ already passed since⁠​ then, so Katia‌​⁠ had no choice​ but to accept⁠ that unnaturally rapid​​ growth.

That⁠ said, Dereck had​⁠ told her about​⁠⁠ Drest, but never⁠‍ about Fina.

The⁠⁠ existence of a six-star black mage⁠‌ was an absolute​​​ secret, and leaving‍‍ written evidence of‌​⁠ a relationship with‌ someone like that​‌ would be nothing‍ more than unnecessary‌ exposure.

“Dereck,​⁠‍ you’ve met great⁠ masters, and for​‌⁠ that very reason,​​⁠ you’ve also become‍ one yourself.”

“If‍⁠ I had to‌ choose the most‍‌ outstanding among them,⁠⁠ it would undoubtedly‌⁠ be you, Master​ Katia.”

“Haha.​⁠ There’s no need​ to flatter even‍⁠​ me, Dereck. No⁠​‍ matter how confident​ I am in‌ my ability to‍⁠ teach magic, I know full well‍⁠ that I cannot‌‌ compare to six-star‌‍ mages who, by⁠⁠ name alone, already‍ fall into the⁠​​ realm of legend.”​⁠

Up​‍‌ to the three-star‌ level, no one⁠ could match Katia’s‍ pedagogical ability, but‍‍‌ from the fourth⁠⁠​ star onward, it​‌⁠ was literally another⁠‍⁠ world.

Especially⁠‌⁠ upon reaching five-star‍‍‍ magic, the number‌‌ of people capable​ of teaching such⁠‍ a thing across‍ the entire continent​‍ could be counted‍ on one hand.⁠​

Katia‌​ knew perfectly well‌⁠⁠ that Dereck was​‍‌ already moving beyond‍⁠ her reach.

“Even‍⁠⁠ so, the fact​‌‍ that you still‌‌​ call yourself my‌⁠ disciple gives me‍​⁠ great strength. You’ve‌‌‌ also tasted the⁠⁠ waters of high‍ society, so you‌ know this well‍⁠‌ a good disciple‍​ is just as‌‌ valuable as a good master.”

Leaning⁠‍ more comfortably against‌ the backrest, Katia⁠ continued in a much more relaxed‌ tone.

“That​​ one of my‍⁠‌ two disciples is‌⁠‍ Miss Freya and‍‍ the other is‌⁠‌ you, Dereck… it​ seems that even⁠​​ among the nobles,⁠⁠ they don’t dare⁠ take my name​ lightly.”

“…”‍​​

At‌ that point, Freya‍ was watching the⁠‌​ situation with some⁠ discomfort.

While‍‌ Katia was a famous figure in⁠​‌ eastern high society‌‍ as the teacher‍​ of the young‌⁠ Countess Freya, it‌‌ felt as though,⁠ over time, she‌ was becoming even‌​‍ more well known​⁠ as Dereck’s teacher.​‍‌

“Although,⁠ at times I feel the weight‍ of that reputation.⁠ If I behave​⁠‍ carelessly, I’ll end⁠‌‍ up tarnishing your‍‍ name as well.”‌​​

“You‌ don’t need to‍⁠‌ worry so much‍⁠​ about that. I myself come from⁠‌ mercenaries, so I’m‌‍⁠ not accustomed to⁠‍⁠ the exaggerated formalities⁠ of nobles and⁠⁠ often make mistakes.⁠‍ In that case,​⁠ I would be‍‌‍ the one who‌⁠ should worry about‌ not tarnishing my‌ teacher’s name.”

“Ahahaha,‌ don’t worry about‍ such trivialities. I’ve​​ never been particularly‍‌‌ interested in that‌ kind of superficial‌ prestige. However…”

For⁠​⁠ an instant, Katia’s‌​ gaze sharpened.

Accustomed⁠ as she was​​ to looking at​ Dereck with warm,​‍ almost maternal eyes,‍ that change felt​ all the more‍‍⁠ pronounced.

“The‍⁠‍ master from whom⁠ you received instruction​​​ after me really‌‌​ was only that‌ legendary exploration mage,‌ Drest?”

“…”⁠‌

“You‌‍ haven’t forgotten what‍ you wrote in‍‍ your letters, have‌ you? I’ve heard⁠ that this Drest​ has a very‌ strong wandering spirit⁠​ and appears and⁠‌ disappears, rarely staying⁠⁠ in one place​‍ for long. It’s⁠⁠⁠ already been quite​⁠⁠ some time since‍​​ you reached the‌‍⁠ three-star level, so‌ I find it‌​‍ hard to believe‌⁠ that he continued‌ supervising your magic​ all the way⁠‍ until you reached⁠ four stars.”

An‌⁠​ intuition honed through⁠​ many long years.‍

As‌⁠ she observed the​‍‌ latent maturity in‍ Dereck’s magic, Katia‍‍​ felt a strange​‌ sense of incongruity.​‌‍

The⁠‌​ four-star or higher⁠‌‍ war mages she‍ had known back‍‍​ when she was‌ the lady of‍​⁠ the Flameheart house.​​‍

The​ efficient flow of​‌ mana they displayed​ was not very‍‌‍ different from Dereck’s.​

Overwhelming‌​‍ talent could lead‌‍​ to achievements beyond⁠‌‍ all logic, but‍⁠ that particular maturity⁠​‍ was not something‍​‍ that could be‍‍ attained through talent​‍ alone.

It⁠‌‌ was a domain‍​⁠ impossible to reach‌‌​ without the guidance‍‌ of someone who​​‍ had already arrived​‍ at that level.‍​

Where⁠‌ had she felt‍ that subtle sense‍‌ of strangeness before?​​​

Katia⁠⁠​ closed her eyes​ for a moment.‍‍‍

For​⁠ the elderly woman,⁠ it was a memory from a past far too​‌‌ distant.

From⁠ before she even‍ became the magic​‍‌ teacher of the‍ Elvester house.

From⁠​ before she wandered⁠‍ the mercenary streets‌​​ of Ebelstein.

From⁠‍‍ before she dominated‍ noble society as⁠‍ the lady of​‌⁠ the Flameheart house.‌‌

It⁠​ was from when,⁠ after her debut⁠⁠‍ as a young⁠⁠ noble, she roamed⁠ the high society‌ of the east⁠​ in the flower⁠​‍ of her youth.‍‌

A past so remote‌‍‌ that she could‍‍ barely recall it‍ clearly now.

— Miss Katia is​ skilled at applying⁠‍ mana, but she‍ is somewhat clumsy‍‌​ in its more‍​ orthodox usage.

In‍ the cultural city⁠‌​ of Calperon, in​‌ the noble district‍‍ of eastern high‌ society,
a young Katia,‌ dressed in a beautiful gown, her‌​​ hair neatly arranged​ and brimming with‌​ romanticism and a thirst for knowledge‌ of the vast​⁠​ world, received that⁠ advice from someone.⁠⁠

Eyes​ of a pale‍​ lilac hue.

A languid appearance, as⁠ if she had‍‍​ already seen everything‍⁠ life had to‍‍ offer.

She​‌ even looked younger​ than Katia, yet​ she observed the‌ social scene with​​‍ evident weariness, resting‍‍ her chin on⁠‍‌ her hand and‍​ viewing the world⁠ from a distance.⁠⁠

Katlan.‌

The⁠‍‌ young noble Katlan​ of the viscount‌‌‌ house Eloar.

That​‍‌ sinister girl was⁠ one day discovered‍⁠⁠ to be deeply‌‍ involved in black​​ magic and was​‌‌ executed.

It‍ was truly shocking‌ news, but it‍ had happened so​⁠ long ago that​‍ almost no one‌‍​ remembered it anymore.​​‌

For‍⁠ the Eloar house,‍​‍ her existence was​‌ a stain, so‌ they desperately strove‍⁠‍ to erase her‌‌ history.

That​ unsettling young woman‍ who, straying from‌ the rigid style‌‍ of formal schools,‌‌ wielded mana with​ a freedom characteristic‍ of four-star or​⁠ higher mages.

Was‍‌​ it mere coincidence⁠⁠ that someone who‍​⁠ no longer existed​⁠‍ in this world​ now came to‍ her mind?

While‌ Katia remained with‍⁠‌ her eyes closed,⁠​ immersed in memories,⁠‌​ Dereck was the‍‌⁠ first to speak.‌⁠‌

“Master.‍ From the beginning,‍ I decided not​ to hide anything​ from you, but​‍​ in this matter,‍ I cannot say‍ more.”

Dereck’s‌‌ gaze was serious.‌‍

Since‌‍‍ Katia had arrived,‍ his spirits had‌‍⁠ been subtly lifted,‌ and upon seeing‍ that expression, Freya​​⁠ swallowed.

Dereck’s​‍ judgment was correct.‍⁠

The‌‍ fewer people who⁠‌⁠ knew about the⁠​ existence of a six-star black mage,⁠​ the better.

Being​‍ connected to such‌‌ a figure alone‍⁠​ entailed enormous danger.‌​‌

Dereck‍‌ was already deeply​‌‌ involved, but he‍‌‌ could not drag‌ his most cherished‍‌⁠ teacher into that⁠ risk.

“…”⁠

Katia‍‍‍ also trusted Dereck.⁠

If​‌ he refused to​‍‍ speak even to⁠ that extent, there⁠⁠ had to be‌ a reason.

Although⁠ Katia could have​‌‍ pressed him and⁠ perhaps made him‌​‍ talk, she chose⁠ not to.

That​ respect for Dereck’s​ decisions was precisely‌ one of the​‌‌ reasons he trusted⁠ her.

“I​⁠‍ see. Even so,⁠‌⁠ let me say‍‌ one thing out⁠⁠ of concern.”

By‍​‍ then, Katia’s expression‌‌‍ had softened.

“As‍‍​ I told you,‌​‍ a good disciple‍​ is something valuable.‌​‍ That you continue‌ to call yourself​ my disciple gives‌⁠⁠ me strength, but⁠‍​ I worry that⁠‍⁠ that other master⁠‍ of yours might​‍ feel jealous. Ufufu.”​‍‌

It‌ was a joke​⁠‌ meant to lighten‍⁠⁠ the atmosphere.

By‍​​ saying it that‌ way, Katia also‌​⁠ made it clear⁠ that she would​‌​ not probe further⁠​‌ into Dereck’s secret.⁠

Dereck‍​ smiled faintly as​​ he replied.

“I‍​⁠ don’t think that​⁠‍ will happen.”

Fina⁠ might pretend to​‍‍ be upset, but‍‍‍ even that would‌‌ be nothing more​‌ than a joke.​

Having⁠ lived through everything,​ she was not‍‌‌ someone who clung​​⁠ obsessively to people.⁠⁠​

Dereck⁠​​ was merely one​​ of the many‌ disciples who had⁠ passed fleetingly through​‌ her long life.‌​‍

Yearning​‌‍ only for rest​⁠ in an existence‌ without an endpoint,‌⁠ there was no​‌ reason to cling‍⁠ to a passing⁠‍ disciple.

That‍‌​ was why Dereck‌ smiled calmly.

***‍⁠

‘It’s​ not like me‍ to be this⁠⁠ unsettled. I can‌ feel my heart​​​ pounding.’

Fina⁠ entered the mansion‍ of Baron Tigris,​‌‌ greeted the servants‍⁠ with a smile‌ in her eyes,⁠​​ and trudged heavily‌‌‍ inside.

Thanks‌ to the commotion‌⁠⁠ caused by Dereck,‌‍‌ she had managed​⁠ to obtain the⁠⁠⁠ corpse of a five-star mage while​⁠ avoiding the gaze​⁠⁠ of the nobility.​‍‍

For‍‌‌ Fina, who was‌ researching advanced corpse‌‌ resurrection, this represented‍​ enormous progress.

Until⁠‌ now, she had​ tried to revive‌​‍ Kalimford using countless​‍ bodies, but all‍‌ had failed for⁠⁠ being containers too​⁠ fragile.

Finding‌​ a body capable⁠‌​ of housing a legendary six-star mage⁠ was practically impossible.‌​

However,‍‍​ this was the​​ corpse of a five-star mage, someone‍ whose very existence‌‍ could crush the‌ majority of mages.‌

Obtaining​ the body of‌‍⁠ one of the‌ few five-star mages⁠‌‍ on the continent‍⁠‍ was an extremely‌⁠‌ difficult feat.

Killing‌‌‌ him would not‍​ have been a problem for Fina,​​⁠ but fleeing while​ carrying the corpse‌⁠ of someone of‌​‍ that level would⁠⁠ inevitably attract the‌‌‌ attention of the⁠ empire.

How‌​‌ much had she‌‍‌ suffered to finally​ obtain a vessel‌⁠ suitable to withstand⁠​⁠ Kalimford’s spirit?

Now​⁠​ she could die.‌

Now​‍‌ she could finally‍⁠‍ sleep in eternal⁠ rest.

What⁠ irony that her‍‌ heart began to‍‍ beat right at‌‍ the end of​‌‌ life.

Standing⁠ upright amid that⁠⁠⁠ paradox, Fina descended‍​​ to the underground​ laboratory to check​ the results of​ the research to⁠ which she had​ devoted her entire⁠​‍ life.

Plop,‍​​ drip.

Fina’s⁠⁠ laboratory was permeated‌‌ by a stench‌‌‌ of blood.

As​‍ she stepped into‌⁠ that underground space‌ laden with the‌‌⁠ resentments of unjustly‌‍ dead spirits, her‌​ precious archilich, Happy,⁠ floated in the​⁠ air, its body‌ covered in wounds.‍

They‍‍‍ were scars inflicted​​ directly by Countess​ Roselia, the natural‌ enemy of black⁠​‌ mages.

Wounds‍‍​ caused by the‍ sacred blood sword⁠‍‌ did not heal‌ easily, as they‍⁠ were antagonistic to‌ black magic.

“…It’s‌​‍ been a long​ time since I came down to‌‌ the laboratory. It’s‍ well maintained. Good‍ work, Happy.”

With‌​⁠ a gaze full‍‌ of affection, Fina​‍ gently stroked the‍‍ head of that‌⁠ grotesque creature.

The​‍​ Tigris territory was⁠‌​ already completely under‌‌ her control.

The⁠⁠‌ inhabitants of the​ domain had fallen⁠‌ under her seductive‍⁠ gaze and were⁠​ nothing more than⁠​​ her subordinates.

Although‌​ she had been⁠ settled in this⁠ small border territory​⁠ for quite some‍​ time, that long‍ era felt like‌ an instant.

With​​‍ a constant surge‍ of ecstasy, Fina​⁠​ fixed her eyes⁠ on the old‍​​ corpse positioned at​⁠​ the center of‍ the laboratory.

The⁠ vessel destined to⁠​ become Kalimford’s body.‌

The⁠‍ corpse of a five-star mage.

At⁠​‌ last, the moment⁠ had come to​‍⁠ fulfill her long-held,‍​‍ profound longing.

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