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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 164: Who are you a disciple of? (4)

Chapter 164: Who are you a disciple of? (4)

“About⁠​‍ you, Lady Katia,‍‍ I’ve heard a great deal from‍‍​ Dereck. I’ve heard‍‍ that you’re already‌‍‌ a very well-known‌⁠‌ figure in the​‌⁠ east of the‍‍ continent, so it’s⁠‌ truly an honor⁠‍ to be able‍‌‌ to meet you‍‌ like this in​ person.”

“…”​​

The‍⁠⁠ main residence of​‌⁠ the Duplain family,‌⁠ now fully restored.​

With​⁠​ a cup of‌‍ tea set before‌​ her, Aiselin wore​ an exquisitely elegant‌ smile; simply by⁠ sitting there, she‍‌‌ gave the impression‍ that splendid flowers​​ were blooming all‌ around her.

At⁠ rest, she resembled‌‍ a snow-white hyacinth;‍‌ when she smiled,‍ a radiant lily;‌ when she frowned,‍‌​ a narcissus; even‍​⁠ when she was​​‌ angry, she evoked‍⁠‍ a red rose.​⁠

It‍​ was inevitable that​ anyone would be​⁠⁠ captivated by her—worthy‌‌ of being called⁠​ the queen of⁠⁠⁠ the social circle‌⁠ of the southwest.​‌‌

However,⁠‍ the rough image⁠‍ she had shown‌ at the academy​ construction site overlapped⁠ in Katia’s mind,‌‍‍ making her break​​‍ into an uncomfortable​‌​ sweat, while Aiselin,​‍⁠ for her part,‌​ nervously moved her⁠​⁠ little finger.

There​ are relationships that‌⁠‌ begin by showing⁠‌‌ one’s worst side.⁠‌

Dereck‌⁠‌ thought it might‍ not be a big deal, but‍ for Aiselin and‍⁠‌ Katia, it did‌ not seem so​​‌ simple.

“I’m‌‍‍ not someone particularly​ qualified to call‌‍ myself Dereck’s teacher.‌​ I’ve already passed‍⁠⁠ the stage where‌‌ I could teach⁠‌​ him magic.”

“Even⁠ so, Dereck always⁠ says there’s so⁠ much to learn‍ from you, Lady​​ Katia. He’s not‍ someone who offers​⁠ empty praise or​​‌ insists on defending‍⁠‌ someone without reason.”‌

“Thank​⁠⁠ you for saying​⁠ that. And this‌ is the young‌ Freya, whom I am currently instructing‍ in magic.”

“Who​‌‌ doesn’t know the‍⁠‍ young Countess Freya,​ so famous in⁠ the eastern social⁠​​ circle? It’s an‍ immense honor to‍ meet you!”

Aiselin,‌ the most celebrated‌ lady of the⁠ southwest of the‍‌ continent, and Freya,‌‌ who reigned as⁠‍⁠ a true queen‍ in the east,‍⁠‍ were gathered in‌‌ the same place.‌

If⁠ this scene were‌⁠ to reach the‌‍‌ ears of the‍‍​ Ebelstein social circle,‌‌ it would undoubtedly​‌‍ cause a great⁠⁠ stir.

Because​​ of physical distance‌​ and personal circumstances,​⁠ they were two​ people who almost⁠⁠ never had the⁠ chance to meet.​‍‌

Freya‍ observed Aiselin with‌‌⁠ genuine surprise.

‘…After​ seeing her family⁠‍ fall from grace,⁠⁠⁠ roll through the‌​⁠ merciless social world,‌‌ and even lose‍‍ her family, and‍⁠ yet she doesn’t‌​​ have even a single wrinkle in⁠‌ her heart.’

Seeing​​ Aiselin greet them​‌⁠ with such a radiant smile made​ it feel as⁠‌ though even the​​‍ surroundings were being‌⁠ purified.

It​ gave the impression​⁠ that, if she⁠‌ had a tail,‌‍⁠ she would be‍‍‍ wagging it enthusiastically.‌‍

She,‌​‌ who was said‌ to be the‌ queen of the⁠⁠ southwestern social circle,‍⁠ did not resemble‍ at all the​ cold, distant figure​‍ Freya had imagined.‌

That‌ preconceived notion crumbled​ easily.

Katia,‌⁠ who had also​​ been taken aback‌‌​ by Aiselin’s first⁠‌ impression, now seemed⁠⁠‌ somewhat more relaxed.‍⁠‍

Although​⁠⁠ the initial image​ of seeing her‌ working with a pickaxe on her⁠​ shoulder had been‌ striking, seated properly⁠‍‌ at the tea‌⁠‌ table in the​ main residence, she‌​ was still an‌‌⁠ elegant and beautiful⁠‌⁠ lady.

Since⁠‍‌ her days as​ a mercenary in‌​ Ebelstein, Katia had‍ heard countless stories⁠ about the grandeur​ and prestige of⁠‍⁠ the Duplain family.‌⁠‍

‘Hmm…’​⁠

Katia​⁠ closed her eyes‍‌‍ for a moment‍ and imagined the‍ scene.

Aiselin,​⁠‌ in a beautiful‍ dress, linking arms⁠ with Dereck as​‌⁠ they laughed together.⁠⁠

She​​ thought that perhaps‍‌ she could support​‌ him well, finally​​ allowing him to‍​‍ live focused on‌⁠ the magic he‍ loved so much‍​ after all the‌‍‌ hardships he had⁠‍⁠ endured—but immediately that‍‌‍ image overlapped with‍‍‍ another Aiselin rolling⁠​‍ up her sleeves​​‌ and heading toward‍‍ the mine with‌​ a pickaxe on⁠‌​ her shoulder.

Just​ thinking about it⁠ made her feel⁠ a bit dizzy​‌ again.

‘I’ve⁠‌‍ seen countless noble‍ ladies after spending‌​ half my life⁠⁠‌ in the social‌​ circle, but Aiselin‌ is truly hard‌⁠‌ to decipher.’

Katia‍‌‍ was a person⁠⁠ of broad perspective.⁠‍⁠

She‌ could even play​⁠⁠ along with the​ arrogant Trisha with​‌‍ a warm smile.​

But‌ when it came‌​ to choosing the​ person who would⁠​​ sit beside Dereck,⁠‍​ she became more‌⁠‌ demanding than any⁠ aristocratic lady.

At‍⁠ first glance, Aiselin‌⁠ seemed perfect and‍⁠‍ immaculate, but Katia⁠‍ couldn’t help worrying‌ that, by sticking⁠ her hands into‌ all kinds of⁠‌⁠ matters, it would‌⁠ end up being​‌⁠ Dereck who bore‌⁠​ the fatigue.

‘Still,​⁠ she’s not from‌‌ just any family,‍ but from House‌ Duplain. Perhaps I shouldn’t worry so‌​​ much.’

Just​⁠ as Katia was​⁠​ beginning to relax‌‌ and sketch another​​ smile—

Thump!‌‍⁠ Thump!

“…”⁠⁠

From​​‍ the corridor came​ a strange sound,⁠⁠⁠ like something heavy‍ being struck repeatedly.‌‍​ Aiselin gave a small start.

She‌⁠ seemed to have‌⁠ anticipated something.

“Lady‌‌⁠ Diella! Please! I beg you, forgive​‌ me! I’m truly⁠‌⁠ sorry! Please… allow‍​​ me to atone​​ for my guilt!”‍​‌

“Very‍ well. If that’s⁠‌ what you desire,​ repentance, I’ll help⁠ you. You choose—would⁠‍‍ you prefer to⁠‌ receive a beating​ until you lose‍‌ all feeling in​‍ your arms and⁠‌ legs, or leave​ this mansion in​‍‍ silence, thus paying​ for your corruption?”‍

“I’m​​ truly sorry! Please,​​‍ forgive me just⁠⁠ this once! I’ll⁠‌ never touch the‌​ account books again!‍ I’ll return all‌‍ the money I embezzled! Just… just‍​ grant me a little leeway…!”

“Don’t‍​‌ grab my ankle.‍‌ You’ll dirty my‌​‌ dress.”

Thud!​‌ Thud!

The⁠ sound of someone‍ being trampled seemed​ to filter inside.⁠

Aiselin’s‍⁠‍ face went pale;‍​‍ Katia’s and Freya’s​ expressions also hardened.⁠‍

Dereck⁠ couldn’t say anything​ and simply remained⁠ silent.

The‍‌ head of the​⁠ Duplain family is‍⁠ Leigh, but the⁠​ practical leader and‌‍‍ spiritual pillar is‌ Aiselin.

Leigh‍‍ is upright by‌‍⁠ nature, though prone‍‌ to hesitation; Aiselin‌⁠ knows how to​‍ embrace people, but‍‍‌ lacks hardness.

That‌‍ alone is not⁠ enough.

To​‌​ lead a group,‍‌‌ someone must become‍⁠ an object of⁠‌‍ fear.

People⁠‌ do not move‌​​ on rewards alone.​

“Do⁠‍ you think the​ Duplain family is‌‌ an easy target?⁠ We seated you‍⁠​ as a high​ vassal, and yet⁠​‍ you manipulated the​​ books, falsified the​⁠‍ accounts, and stole‍ jewels meant for​‌ official events. Do​​​ you know that⁠ the family was‍​‍ on the verge​‌ of collapse until‍ just recently? With‌ what you siphoned‌ off, we could⁠⁠​ have raised the​ servants’ wages, you‍‌‍ know?”

“Lady‍‍‌ Diella…!”

“What?​⁠​ Now that the​‌ situation is improving,⁠‌‌ you want to⁠⁠‌ cash in on⁠​‌ your efforts? You​‌ could have said​ so. I could‌‍ have rewarded you​⁠⁠ as you deserved.⁠‌‌ Of course, I would also have​⁠ demanded the corresponding‍ price. Choose—your limbs‍ or your membership‌‍​ in the family.‌​​ One of the‌⁠​ two you must‍‍‍ abandon.”

“I’m⁠ sorry… truly…!”

“I⁠‍ told you not⁠‌ to grab my‍ dress! I’m going‍ to an important​‌ meeting!”

Thud!‌‌‍ Thud! Agh! Thud!​​‌ Crrrk!

Crash!​‍ Bang!

After⁠ several more noises,‌ silence gradually returned.​⁠‌

Although‍⁠ the audience chamber⁠‍ connected to the‍‍ grand hall of‌ the ducal residence‍​ of Duplain had‌​ good sound insulation,‍‌‍ the newly renovated‌⁠⁠ area was not​ quite so perfect.​

Ignoring‍⁠⁠ that detail, Diella​​ dealt with the⁠⁠ corrupt vassal again‌​ and again before⁠⁠⁠ brushing off her​‌ dress.

Tap,​‍ tap.

Ahem,‌ ahem.

After⁠‌ a brief silence,​​​ the door to​ the room where​‌‍ they were seated‌‌ opened with a creak.

The‍‌⁠ person who entered‍​‍ with a smile​‌‌ of dazzling beauty​‌ was, as expected,‌‌​ Diella Katherine Duplain.⁠

“Hello.‍‍‍ I came to​​​ greet you upon⁠‍‍ hearing of the‍ visit. You must​‌⁠ be Lady Katia,‌‍ Dereck’s teacher. The​​⁠ mansion isn’t quite⁠ in perfect order⁠​‌ yet, so I’m‍‌​ a bit embarrassed—please⁠‍‌ understand.”

Lifting‌‍ the hem of​ her dress with​ elegance, Diella made​‌ an impeccable curtsey,⁠​‌ displaying the dignity‍​ befitting a lady⁠ of House Duplain.‍‌

“I‌‌ am Dereck’s most​‍ senior principal disciple.‌​ My name is⁠ Diella.”

She‍ was so perfect⁠​‌ and composed that‌ it was hard‌​ to believe that,​ just moments earlier,​⁠ she had been‍​⁠ mercilessly beating a corrupt vassal.

Her⁠‌ abundant blonde hair,⁠ with waves at‍‌‍ the tips, shone​⁠ with a vivid‌‌ luster, and her‌ delicate, well-defined features‍ looked more like​‌‌ those of a beautiful bisque doll⁠‍​ than of a real person.

The⁠​⁠ dress filled with⁠‌ frills and the‌‍‌ large ribbon pinned‍⁠ to her chest.‌

Her‌ small, delicate body‍ was so adorable‌​​ that anyone seeing​ her for the‌​ first time would⁠ feel the urge‍ to smile broadly​​ and pull her​​‌ into an embrace.‍‌

However,⁠‍ the family members‍⁠ accompanying her to⁠​⁠ assist were, for‍‍‌ some reason, terrified.‍

There⁠⁠‍ was no need‍ to ask what⁠ had happened in‍ the corridor on​‌ the way.

Her​⁠ beautifully upturned eyes​ seemed full of‍‍ charm, but upon‍ closer inspection, one‌‌ could sense a strange chill whose​​ origin was impossible⁠ to discern.

As⁠‌⁠ has been said‌ time and again,⁠‍​ in Ebelstein there‌​​ were only two​ people capable of​ dealing with this⁠​ girl.

Dereck‍​ and Aiselin.

And‍ what was truly⁠ fortunate was that⁠​ both of them​​​ were there at‌ that moment.

***‍​⁠

“W-was⁠⁠ the weather always‍⁠​ this cold…?”

After​‍​ finishing the conversation‌‍‍ with the Duplain​ sisters, the young‌ Countess Freya stepped⁠‌ out, trembling from⁠ head to toe.‍​‍

When‌ she had first‍ arrived in Duplain‍‌ territory, what had​⁠ made her nervous⁠ was meeting Aiselin,‍​‌ the most famous‍‌⁠ lady in the​​​ high society of⁠ the southwest.

However,⁠⁠ the figure that‌‌‍ ultimately etched itself⁠ into her mind‌ was that of⁠ her younger sister,⁠​ Diella.

She⁠​ was much younger,​‍‌ shorter, and on​‍ top of that,‍‍ a disciple of​‌ Dereck.

For‍⁠‍ Freya, who had​ a senior–junior relationship​⁠‌ with Dereck, she⁠​ was not someone⁠‍‌ she could treat‌​‍ lightly.

Despite‌⁠ being in a clearly advantageous position,‍‌ throughout her stay‍​ in the reception‌ room Freya had‌⁠ kept both hands‌‍ firmly clasped together⁠‌ on her knees.‌‍

Had⁠‌‍ she opened them,​‌ they would have​ been soaked with‌‍ sweat.

Even​​ while sitting still,⁠‌⁠ she felt as‌ if a lion⁠​⁠ were roaring behind​ her.

Although⁠‌⁠ Leigh and Aiselin‍ had relatively gentle‌ temperaments, it was⁠⁠ obvious why that‍‌​ mansion functioned with‍ such precision.

“It⁠‍ seems that Master​‌ Katia wants to‍‍ continue talking with⁠ those two. It‌ would be better⁠⁠ for us to‌​​ withdraw first. She’ll‌ also need to‌⁠‍ rest from the‌ journey.”

“Y-yes.”​

As⁠‌​ she left the⁠ reception room, Freya​‍ wore an expression​ as if she⁠ had just escaped⁠ from a prison.⁠⁠

Dereck​​​ observed her in‍⁠⁠ silence and then⁠ spoke with a somewhat awkward smile.‌

“Both⁠‌ of them are⁠ good people.”

“A-ah…⁠ y-yes…”

Freya⁠ swallowed and crossed‌ the corridor of⁠ the Duplain mansion‌ alongside Dereck.

Glancing‌⁠ at him from​​⁠ the side, she⁠‍ noticed that, for‍ a man, he⁠‍‌ was walking at​ quite a slow⁠⁠‍ pace.

Looking‍​​ more closely, she‌ realized that he​‍​ was clearly adjusting‌ his stride to​‌ match hers.

That‍ alone was enough‍ to show that‍⁠‌ he was quite​ accustomed to the⁠​ norms of high⁠⁠‌ society.

The​ first time Freya⁠⁠‌ met Dereck was⁠ when she became⁠ involved in the⁠⁠ tragedy of the‍‍‍ Duchy of Duplain.​⁠

That​​ their second meeting⁠⁠‌ was also there‌ felt ironically fitting.​​‍

With​‍‍ Katia not present​⁠ and no one‍ else listening, Freya‍ knew that Baron‌‌ Ravenclaw was someone‌ she could trust.‍​​

So⁠⁠ she spoke in​‌‍ a slightly more⁠⁠‌ serious tone.

“The⁠‍ last time, when‍ the tragedy occurred​ in this mansion…”⁠‌​

“…”‌⁠​

Hearing‌⁠​ her lower her‍‍‍ voice, Dereck’s expression⁠ hardened.

“At​ that time I said… that I had a hunch​‌ that, in some‍ way, my godmother‍‌​ from the Elvester‍​ family, Lady Kohella,​‌ might be involved,​‍ do you remember?‍ I also said‍ that I would​ inform you if⁠‍‌ I found anything​‍ that could help.”⁠

“Yes,‍‌ you did.”

“After​‍‍ that, I returned‍‍ to the main‍ residence and investigated​ on my own.‍⁠ Lady Kohella usually‍‍ handles state affairs‌‍‍ at Gremport Palace,‍ so she rarely​ visits the mansion,⁠ but she leaves‍ behind many work​ documents. Most of‌ them are quite​‍‍ old.”

The‌ chief magical advisor‌‍​ of Gremport Palace,​‌ the six-star transformation⁠ mage Kohella.

A close confidant of⁠ Emperor Gatrell and‍​ a figure so‍⁠⁠ influential that it‌⁠⁠ would not be‍⁠ an exaggeration to‍‌ call her one​⁠ of the most‍‍ famous in the⁠ current magical world.​‍‍

She‍⁠ was, quite literally,‍​ the greatest treasure‌ of the Elvester​⁠ family.

Since​‍​ he had already​ visited Baron Ravenclaw’s‍ mansion once, Dereck​‌​ listened to the‌ story with a serious expression.

“You⁠ say you investigated​​ on your own—how‌‍‍ exactly?”

“Would⁠ you like to​ hear the grand​‍ epic of Freya’s⁠ espionage diary? I warn you, it‌⁠⁠ won’t be short.”‌‌

“…”‌​‍

“Then​⁠​ I won’t go‌‌ into all the​‌ details, but a nighttime adventure sneaking​ into my godmother’s‍ study and opening⁠‌⁠ the attic deserves⁠​ to be told⁠‍​ at least once.‍​⁠ If you like,​‌‌ we can do​⁠‌ it over a cup of tea…”​

“Would‍ it be terribly‌‍ disrespectful to ask​ for just the⁠‍‌ conclusion?”

“I​⁠ knew you’d say​ that…”

Freya‍⁠​ pursed her lips​‌‍ with a dejected‍ air.

It​‍‍ seemed she had​⁠​ carried out all​‍⁠ kinds of secret‍⁠‌ investigations within the⁠‍ Elvester family.

“As‍ you know, Lord​ Ravenclaw, my godmother‍⁠​ Kohella has a strong inclination toward‌⁠ associating with high-level⁠‍⁠ mages—especially six-star ones.⁠⁠ I suppose she‍⁠ still yearns to‌⁠⁠ reach the domain‌ of seven stars‍ proclaimed by the​⁠‍ great mage Adelbert.”​

Only‌⁠​ those who had⁠‌ reached the six-star‌​​ level could even​​​ dream of the‌ seventh.

However,‍ throughout history, although⁠⁠ many six-star mages​ appeared, none managed‍‍ to surpass that⁠‍ limit.

It‌‌​ was said that​⁠‌ the seventh level‌ was a domain​⁠ reserved by Adelbert⁠‍ to venerate the​ gods, and that​‌ humans could not​ go beyond it.⁠

Even‍‍⁠ so, as the​ eras passed, there​ were always those⁠ who harbored ambitions.‍⁠

Even‍⁠‌ though Kohella was​‍ an old woman​​ covered in wrinkles,‍ she never abandoned‌​ that yearning.

If‍ necessary, she would‍ gather all existing‍​ six-star mages to‍ exchange views and,‍⁠‍ without fail, reach‌​ that distant summit.‍‍

“Lady​ Kohella meets with⁠‍ anyone who has​‍‍ the potential to⁠⁠‍ reach six stars.​‌‍ And if they’ve‌​‍ already reached that‌⁠ level, then all‍​ the more so.”‌‍

She⁠‍ seemed to have‌ seen some potential‍⁠‌ in Dereck, as‍‌‍ she had left‍ him several pieces‍ of advice before​ departing.

Although​⁠ he had received⁠ help, he could‌⁠​ not feel any‍⁠ sympathy toward her.‍⁠‍

There‍ was something unsettling‌‌⁠ about that old​‍‍ woman.

To​ reach the seventh​ level, she would​​⁠ not hesitate over‌ means or methods.​

That⁠​ carried many implications.‌‍

Freya​⁠​ glanced around several​​ times, lowered her⁠‍‍ voice, and spoke⁠ with an even‍⁠‍ more serious expression.⁠

“Currently,‍‌‌ three six-star mages​ are known on⁠⁠‌ the continent. Lord‍ Melverot in the‍​‍ north, Lord Drest​⁠ in the southwest,‍​ and Lady Kohella.⁠ In that order,‍⁠​ combat, exploration, and‍⁠ transformation mages.”

“Yes,‍ that’s right.”

“But‌‌‍ according to Lady​⁠​ Kohella’s research records,‌​‍ there may be​ more six-star mages.”‌‍​

At​ those words, Dereck⁠‌ feigned surprise, though​⁠⁠ in truth he‍‌‌ was not.

He‌ already knew of‌​⁠ another mage of‍‍ that level.

“That‌‌‍ could be. The⁠ known mages don’t‍ have to be‍‍ all of them.​ One more wouldn’t⁠‌‍ be strange…”

“It’s​⁠⁠ not just one.⁠‍ Listen carefully, Sir⁠⁠‌ Dereck. This may‌ soon spread across⁠‍ the continent, but‌‍ knowing it before‍‍ others has immense⁠ value.”

Freya‍‌⁠ swallowed and told‌‍ him what she‌ had discovered.

“I‌​ read records in⁠ which my godmother‍ investigated the writings‌​ of the great‍‍⁠ mage Adelbert. Adelbert⁠‍ said that he​​ established the magical‍‍ system by observing‌ the Big Dipper​‍ in the sky.‍⁠ He took as​⁠‌ a basis the​⁠​ magical currents corresponding‌⁠ to each star‌‍ and wove them‍ into a single‌‍ great flow.”

“Seven⁠ stars?”

“Yes.​⁠⁠ Therefore, there are⁠‍ also seven magical‍ systems. My godmother‍⁠ believes she read⁠⁠‍ Adelbert’s memories through‌‍‍ transformation magic. She’s​⁠ convinced of it.”​​

Generally,‌‌ five magical systems‍ are known combat,​⁠‌ illusion, transformation, summoning,​⁠ and exploration.

Even​‌ adding necromancy, considered⁠‍⁠ taboo, that only⁠‌ makes six.

If‍​ one speaks of⁠‌ seven systems based​‍ on the Big⁠ Dipper, one is‌‍​ missing.

“…”​​

“Do‌‍⁠ you understand what⁠‍ I mean?”

“Does‌‌ there exist a seventh magical system‍​​ unknown to everyone?”‌‌

“It’s‍⁠ still only a hypothesis, but my​​⁠ godmother seems to‌ call it the⁠⁠ seventh system. There‌ are no clues,​ not even certainty‍ of its existence,⁠⁠​ but she believes​‌‍ it must be‍⁠ something indispensable for‍ reaching the seven-star⁠ level.”

Hearing​‍‌ that, Dereck’s expression‌‍ hardened.

He‍​‍ felt something stir‍​⁠ in his chest,⁠ a strange euphoria‌ he had never‌​ experienced before.

The‍⁠​ path of magic‌ was vast and⁠‌⁠ deep, and exploring‍ it to its‍ limit was, for‍ Dereck, equivalent to‌​ his own life.⁠‍‍

It‍ was like seeing​ a new objective⁠​‍ emerge before his‍ eyes on a prairie he already⁠⁠ knew well.

When⁠⁠​ Dereck’s expression changed‌ so clearly, Freya​​⁠ too ended up⁠⁠‍ feeling the tension.​

Whenever​‌ it came to‍‌ matters related to‌ magic, Dereck invariably‍‍​ became serious.

A discussion about a new magical system‍‍​ no one had⁠ discovered until now‌‍ was more than‌‌ enough to excite⁠ him.

“And‌ then?”

“While‍‍ investigating that process,‍ it seems Lady⁠⁠ Kohella brushed against‌ a certain truth.​​ I don’t know‌‌ exactly what she⁠‍‌ saw, but she‌‌ became convinced that​​​ there were still⁠‌‍ more six-star mages.​ And moreover, she‌ believes that finding‍​ them is one⁠​​ of the key‍ elements to reaching​⁠ the seven-star level.”‍‍⁠

That⁠ six-star mages still‍ existed was a fact.

However,⁠​​ what Freya was​ saying went one‌ step beyond what‌ Dereck had assumed.‍⁠‌

“Lady⁠‌ Kohella, as a six-star transformation mage,⁠‌​ has already designed⁠‌ countless magical artifacts‍⁠ and magical weapons,‌‌ and has used⁠ them to search‍​ for mages in​‌ many different fields.⁠​‌ Basically, she’s met​⁠⁠ with every high-level‌​ mage she could​​‌ find.”

Even‌​ though Dereck was‍ only a four-star⁠ mage, Kohella had​ taken the trouble⁠⁠ to visit him‍‍​ in person.

The‌‍⁠ reason seemed clear.‌⁠‍

She⁠⁠⁠ had suspected that​​ Dereck might have​ the potential of‍⁠ a six-star mage—or​ even that he​ was one hiding‌‍⁠ his identity.

If⁠‌‌ there was even⁠​‍ the slightest possibility,‍ she investigated it⁠ to the very‌‌‍ end.

That⁠‍‌ was Kohella’s style.⁠‌

Freya‍​ took out a small note from​⁠ her chest.

It⁠ seemed she had⁠‌ been taking notes‍ on her own.‌​‌

“Not‌‌​ even Lord Drest,⁠ the six-star exploration​⁠ mage, could escape‌ Lady Kohella’s eyes.”​⁠

“That‌‍ matches what’s said.​​​ I’ve heard that​⁠ six-star transformation mages​ create tools and​ magical weapons on⁠​​ an absurd scale.‌‌‍ Detecting powerful mages‌‍ must be trivial⁠ for them. Of​ course, even so,⁠ she wouldn’t have‍ been able to​‌ catch Master Drest.”⁠

Six-star​⁠ transformation magic twists⁠‍‌ and breaks even‍⁠ laws and causality,⁠⁠ materializing tools and‌ weapons that should⁠⁠‍ not exist.

Almost⁠‌ no one has​ seen that level‌⁠ of magic manifest‍‍ directly, but it⁠​ is rumored that‌⁠ upon reaching that‌ domain, one can⁠‍ create something entirely‍⁠‍ new, of an​ unknown dimension.

Kohella⁠ not only possessed‌ that kind of⁠​⁠ magic, but also​⁠ overwhelming political power.‍‌‍

All‍ elite magical advisors⁠‌‌ of Gremport Palace‍​ obeyed her orders.‍⁠‍

“If​​‍ someone like that,​ who has spent‌‌ her entire life⁠‍​ honing her eyes‍ and ears, cannot⁠‍ find them, then‌⁠‍ there are only⁠‌ two possibilities.”

“…”‌⁠‍

“Either‍​ they have transcended‍‌ life and death,​ or they have⁠ transcended perception.”

On​⁠⁠ the note that‍​ Freya handed to​ him, two words‍​ were written.

— Necromantic system

— Illusion system

Transcend‌ life and death,⁠ or transcend perception.⁠⁠

In‌ order to traverse‌​ the continent without‌ being detected even⁠ by Kohella’s eyes,‌ one of those‌ two conditions had⁠‍ to be met.‍​

One‍ was already known.⁠⁠⁠

The‌⁠ existence of a necromantic mage who​‍ had transcended even‌ death and infiltrated​‌​ noble society through⁠‍ an endless cycle⁠‌ of reincarnations.

No​⁠⁠ matter how powerful‍‌ Kohella was, she⁠ could not pursue‌ the dead.

But‌​ the other possibility‍‍ had never been‌‍‍ considered.

Illusion‌​⁠ magic that deceives‌​ perception and manipulates⁠​ human senses.

If​⁠‌ that magic were​ to reach its‌ ultimate expression and‍‍ attain the supreme‌‍⁠ level of six⁠ stars, what would​ happen then?

The‍‍ magical laboratory of‍‍ Gremport.

That​⁠‍ old mage, secluded‍‍ there while tracking⁠ six-star mages across⁠⁠​ the world—what exactly‍ was she perceiving?‌

“There​‍ is someone who​‌ exists, yet does‌ not exist. Someone‌ who is always‌‌ by our side,​‌‌ yet cannot be​ perceived. They are‌​ already… among us.”‍‌⁠

“…”​​

“That⁠ was the final‍ research record left‌⁠ by Lady Kohella.”‌‌​

After​⁠‌ hearing that, Dereck​ could do nothing​‌ but stand still‍‌⁠ in the corridor‌⁠ for a moment.​‌

Suddenly,‌‌‍ with a slight⁠⁠⁠ jolt, he turned​‌‍ around.

There‌ was nothing behind‌‍‍ him.

Only​ the long corridor‌​‍ of the Duplain​ mansion stretching out‌‍⁠ in silence.

A six-star illusion mage.⁠‍‍

An‍‍ existence that might‍‌​ not even be⁠‌ real, and that,​ even if it‌ were, could not​⁠‌ be perceived.

Even‌ if one had​‌ already encountered it​‌ before, it would⁠‌ not even be⁠​‍ permitted to remember⁠ it.

Could⁠ something like that⁠ truly be called​⁠​ existent?

Dereck​‌ narrowed his eyes‍ and slowly nodded.‍

“I​‍ see.”

He​‍⁠ did not know⁠ why, but it⁠‍ seemed a fact​ that Kohella was​ trying to gather‍‍‍ all the six-star‌​ mages that existed‍‌⁠ on the surface.⁠‌‍

For‍ that reason alone,⁠ Dereck merely nodded‌ in silence.

The​ sun was gradually‍‍ setting.

In⁠‌ the distance, beyond⁠‌ the window, the‍ far edge of​ the grounds where​ the Ravenclaw Academy​‌ was being built‌⁠‍ could be seen.​‌‍

Whatever⁠‍ the case, now‍‌‌ was the time‌​ to focus on⁠‌​ what needed to​​⁠ be done.

It​ was then, as⁠‍⁠ Dereck stood absorbed,​ gazing out the⁠ window—

“…”⁠​‌

At‍ the main entrance​‌‌ of the Duplain‍​ mansion, a large⁠‌⁠ carriage was going‍⁠‌ through the procedures‍⁠⁠ to enter the​​⁠ grounds, silhouetted against‍⁠ the deep glow⁠ of the sunset.⁠

Thinking⁠⁠ that perhaps another‍‌‍ distinguished guest had‌​ arrived, he frowned⁠‌ and focused his‌⁠‍ gaze.

A girl had stepped‍‌‌ down from the‌⁠ carriage and was‌ insistently explaining something‌​ to the gate​‍ guard.

“…..”​‌

It‍​⁠ was Trisha, with‍‍‍ an expression on‌ the verge of⁠ breaking into tears.‌⁠‌

With​ a desperate face,‍‍ she was trying‌‌‍ to enter Duplain‍​ territory.

Dereck’s​⁠​ head was already‌‌​ starting to ache.‍⁠‍

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