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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 166: Who are you a disciple of? (6)

Chapter 166: Who are you a disciple of? (6)

“Dereck,​‍‍ who is she?”‍

A sinister intent flowed⁠ in Fina’s eyes.‍‌​

Like​​ a girl her⁠‍ age who did⁠ not want her​‌‍ only treasure to‌ be taken away,​​‍ her pupils were​ filled with venom.‌‍

Everything​​‍ happened in an​​ instant.

Katia⁠⁠⁠ was trying to⁠‍ compose herself and​ understand the situation​ when—

Clang!‌‌

Crash!‌‍​

The⁠‍ reaction speed of⁠‌ the mana was⁠‌ so absurd that‌‌​ there was not‍​ even time to⁠‍ respond.

From​‍ Fina’s center, a dark, reddish mist⁠⁠⁠ spread out in‌‍ an instant, wrapping⁠‍‍ around Katia’s body‍​‍ and lifting her‍​ into the air.‍

The⁠ sensation of death‌⁠‍ closing around her‍‌‍ neck, arms, and⁠‌​ waist made it​‍‌ difficult even to⁠​⁠ breathe.

“Cough…⁠⁠‍ ngh…! Ack!”

Katia​​ was a mage⁠ who was on⁠‌ the verge of​​ reaching, or falling‍‍‌ just short of,​⁠‌ the four-star rank.‌​

She⁠ had only been​ surpassed because Dereck’s‍⁠‍ growth had been⁠‍‌ abnormally fast; she​‍ was never someone‍⁠ who would be⁠ put to shame‍ before others in⁠​ terms of magical‌​‌ mastery.

But‍‌‍ in front of​⁠ Fina, she could⁠‍ not even put‌‍ up a fight.‍

A human who manipulated​⁠ mana at an​‌‍ impossibly fast speed.‍

In​⁠ that instant, Katia‌ understood that the‍‌​ blood-soaked girl was⁠ no ordinary person.​‍‍

She‍ was not just⁠‍‍ a high-level mage.‌

Upon‍‌ seeing the aura⁠ of resentful spirits​ swirling around her,‌‍ she opened her‍ eyes wide.

‘A​​ necromantic-branch mage!’

She‌⁠ wanted to scream,⁠⁠⁠ but she could‍‌‍ not.

The‍​⁠ mana wrapping around‌​ her pressed against‍ her body as‌‍​ if it might‌ crush it at​‍‌ any moment.

“Don’t‍​ tell me this​‍ thing is the‍ master you follow‍ so devotedly, Dereck?⁠‍​ Hah, what a ridiculous joke. Her‌⁠​ mana is weak,‌ her reactions slow,‌‍‌ and her level‍ low.”

“Dereck,​ listen carefully. If‌ you learn magic‍‍ from a useless​⁠​ thing like this,​‍ you’ll spend your​ entire life stagnating.”‍⁠⁠

“Gh…⁠ ack…!”

“Oh…‍ huh? Looking closely​‌ at her features,⁠‍‍ she seems familiar.​​ Hmm… did you⁠‍⁠ say she used‍‌ to move around​‌‍ eastern society?”

“Katia…‍​ Katia… yes, I think I’ve seen⁠​ you before.”

“Wh…⁠‍ what… are you…‍ saying…”

“What​​​ was my name‍ back then…? Amy…?‌ Lani…? No… I know. Katlan. Yes,​ it must have⁠‌ been Katlan.”

Upon⁠⁠ hearing that name,⁠⁠‍ Katia’s pupils dilated⁠‌‍ even further.

Katlan.‍

A name she had‌​‌ only heard in‌⁠‌ her childhood.

That​​ of a young‌‌ noblewoman she had‌​ met while preparing⁠ for her debut​ in society.

Someone‍​ who had taught⁠‍ her a little​‍‌ magic and listened‍⁠ to some of⁠ her worries.

A bond from the‌⁠‌ past.

“My…‌‍‍ it’s been so‍⁠⁠ long. And the​ little brat from⁠ the Flameheart family⁠‌​ now goes around‌⁠⁠ calling herself a master.”

“But‌⁠‌ you should have⁠ accepted disciples appropriate‍​​ to your level.‌ How pathetic.”

“Y-you…⁠‍​ who… are… you…”⁠​

“Don’t‌‌⁠ try to know⁠⁠‌ too much. The‌‌ problem is that⁠‍‌ Dereck can’t think‍ clearly because of‌‌‍ the emotional attachment‍​‌ he still has​​⁠ to you.”

“If‌ you truly care⁠ about him, you​⁠⁠ should think that​ the best thing‌​‌ is not to⁠⁠ drag him along‍​⁠ with you and​​ make him waste‌⁠ years of his‌⁠‍ life.”

Crack…​ crack.

“As⁠‌ long as you’re‌‌​ alive, you’ll only​‍ be an obstacle‌ to Dereck. If‍⁠​ he lets himself‍ be led by​‌⁠ useless feelings, he’ll​‍ squander precious time.”‌‌

“So,⁠ if you truly​‍‌ cherish your beloved⁠​ disciple… you should⁠⁠‍ accept dying here‌⁠‌ with your neck​ broken.”

Katia​ tried to breathe​‍​ while clinging to⁠​ the trace of⁠ mana crushing her‌‌‌ throat, but it⁠‍​ did not budge‍‍‌ even slightly.

The⁠‌‌ difference in level‌‍ between them was‌ not something that‌​⁠ effort could overcome.‍​

Fina’s‌‌​ expression, seen from⁠ below, looked like‌ that of a blood-soaked monster.

Her‍‍ lips, curved into‍​ a smile, overflowed‌‍⁠ with pleasure.

She⁠​⁠ was willing to‍‍‌ break Katia’s neck‌ just to monopolize​​ Dereck.

Crunch!​‍⁠

Ack!​‌​

Fwoosh!⁠

But⁠​‍ the mana strangling​​ Katia’s body dispersed‌‌ instantly, interfered with‍‍ by another magical‌⁠‍ flow.

Crash!‍⁠‌

Bang!‍

“Hah…⁠​ cough… hah…!”

Katia​‍ fell heavily to⁠ the ground and‍ struggled to catch‍⁠‌ her breath.

Dereck​‍‍ ran to her⁠‍​ side and crouched⁠​⁠ down.

Judging‍​ by her condition,⁠‍⁠ she did not‌⁠​ seem to have⁠‍‌ suffered serious injuries.​

“Are‌⁠ you all right?”⁠

“Cough…‌ yes, Dereck… I’m‍⁠⁠ fine…”

Dereck’s‍‍ transformation magic had‍​ dispersed Fina’s necromantic​‍ mana into the‍‍ air.

Seeing⁠ this, Fina was​ momentarily stunned.

She‌‍‌ knew Dereck had‍ grown quickly, but‌⁠ she never imagined⁠​‌ he could neutralize‍‌⁠ even her magic.‌​

“Dereck…​⁠​ you can already​‌ undo even this‍⁠ master’s mana…”

“Fina.​‍‌ What happened in​ the Tigris territory?”‍‍‌

After​⁠‍ shaking off the‌​ remaining mana, Dereck‍‌​ stood up.

In‍⁠ his eyes, which‍ barely managed to‌⁠ maintain calm, complex⁠ emotions were mixed.‌‌‌

“Did⁠‍​ something happen? Is‍‌‍ that what matters‍‌‌ to you right‌⁠‌ now?”

“I‌‌‌ don’t know what‍ kind of shock​ you suffered, but​⁠⁠ you don’t seem​‍⁠ to be thinking‌ normally.
It would be‌‍‍ best for you‍ to calm down​‌⁠ first.”

“Dereck,‌‌​ I’ve never been⁠‍ this calm. My‌​‌ mind is clear;‌‍‌ everything feels sharper.”‍‌

“Dereck…⁠ you must trust‍⁠⁠ me.”

Fwoooooosh!​

Fina’s​⁠⁠ ominous mana once‌​⁠ again spread throughout​‌ the spacious study.⁠⁠⁠

Her‍ hair fluttered, and‍‍‌ the blood-soaked dress​‌ seemed to gleam​ under the moonlight⁠​ streaming in through​‍⁠ the window.

She​‌⁠ was the very‌‍ incarnation of living‍‍​ death.

“Dereck…‍ you are my‌​⁠ only disciple… Trust​ your master… I will take you​‌ to a higher​​‍ level…”

Crack!​⁠‍

When⁠ Fina clenched her‍‌​ fist, darkness spread‍ through the surroundings.⁠

The⁠‌ entire study seemed‌⁠ to be swallowed⁠‍⁠ by a bottomless‌‍ abyss.

Dereck​‍ lowered his stance‍⁠ slightly, ready to⁠⁠ cast magic at‍ any moment, while⁠⁠ supporting Katia, who⁠‌‌ was still exhausted.⁠‍⁠

The‍​⁠ hostility in his‌⁠‍ eyes was clearly​‍‍ directed at Fina.​​⁠

Fwoosh!‌​⁠

Within‌ the swirling mana,‍‍‍ Fina met Dereck’s‌ gaze and held‌ her breath.

He‍‌​ was looking at​‌⁠ her as an​​ enemy.

Realizing​ this, she hastily​‌‍ dispersed her mana‍⁠⁠ and spoke, shrinking​⁠ back.

“Dereck…‍​ you… why are​ you looking at​‌ me like that?”‌⁠⁠

“…”​​

“I’m‍ only acting for‌‌ you… my only⁠ disciple… for you…”​

“Fina.”⁠

“I‌​ told you to​⁠ call me master.”‍

“I‍ asked you to⁠ calm down, Fina.”‍‍​

Seeing‌⁠⁠ Dereck draw a clear line, Fina⁠‍‍ swallowed with difficulty.​⁠⁠

Then‌ she tightly grabbed​​ her violet hair⁠‍​ and spoke in⁠ an almost pleading​‌ voice.

“Dereck…‍‌⁠ you must be⁠ under me. You​​ are no one‍⁠⁠ else’s disciple. You‍​​ are my disciple.”‍‌​

“…”⁠​

“Ah…‍‌⁠ I see… But‌ for someone as⁠ immature as you,⁠‌‍ there must still‌‍ be many temptations.”​‍‌

As‌ the atmosphere began‍‍‍ to calm again,​‍‌ Fina let out​‌‌ several hollow laughs‌ and, looking at⁠ Dereck holding Katia,‍ formed a smile‍‍​ full of indulgence.‍‍

“Yes,‍ that’s right. Following​‌​ such an inexperienced‌‌ woman, believing she‍‌⁠ is your master​‌ and wasting time‌ with her, can​⁠‍ also be a good experience. I am a good‌ master, so I will respect your​‌ decision, Dereck.”

“For‌ me, time is⁠⁠ infinite. I can⁠​⁠ afford to warmly‌ observe my disciple’s​‌​ momentary straying.”

The‌ Fina of old⁠‍‌ had never given⁠ the impression of‍ being so cornered,‍‍ nor had she‍‍ spoken so much​ in this manner.​‍

Seeing‍⁠‌ this sudden change,​ Dereck could not​‍ stop turning it​ over in his‍‌⁠ mind.

“Yes…⁠‌ even if the⁠​‍ disciple commits foolishness,​​ the master must​‌ embrace even his​‌ lack of virtue.‌‍‌ When you understand⁠​‍ how futile it​‍‌ is to play​‍‍ at being master⁠‍ and disciple with⁠⁠ that insignificant brat,⁠‌ you must cling​ tightly to the‍ hand of the⁠ one who is‍⁠ truly on your‌‌⁠ side—mine.”

Swish!⁠⁠​

Fwoooosh!​⁠

Fina’s‌​ dark, reddish mana​‍ took the form​⁠‍ of countless bats​‍‍ and gathered around​​ her.

Hiding‌​ her body among​​‌ them, Fina looked‌​​ at Dereck with‍ a gaze full​‌‍ of affection.

“You‍⁠ are my only‍​​ disciple. Never forget⁠​ that fact. Never⁠ forget that remaining‍ in my arms‌⁠‌ is what benefits‌‌ you the most.”⁠⁠⁠

“…”‍‌

“When​‌‌ your fleeting deviation⁠‌​ ends, come to⁠ the Tigris territory⁠‍‌ whenever you wish.⁠ Your only master‍‍ will be waiting​‍ for you there,⁠‌⁠ caressing beautiful corpses.”‌⁠​

That​​​ affection was so⁠​ heavy it was⁠ terrifying.

With⁠‌ just a single‌ drop of it,⁠⁠‌ it felt as‍​ if the entire​‍‌ room became murky.⁠

Something​ had happened in‌ the Tigris territory.​‌⁠

That⁠‍ much was obvious,‌‌ and Dereck was‌⁠ about to open‍⁠ his mouth when—⁠‌

Swish!‌‍‍

Fwoooosh!‌

The‌ swarm of bats​​‍ once again transformed⁠⁠ into a massive​⁠⁠ torrent of mana,​‍ and in the‌​‍ next instant, Fina‌‌‍ vanished without leaving⁠‍⁠ a trace.

“…”​

All‍‌ that remained was‌ the study turned‍ into chaos, stained⁠⁠⁠ with blood everywhere.‍

Katia,​ clinging to the‍​‍ back of a chair while catching​ her breath, and​‌​ the servants who​‌ had come running‍ in, shaken.

In‍ the midst of‍‌ them, Dereck stood‌‌ still, his brow‌ furrowed.

***‍​‍

“Dereck,‍​ that girl from⁠‍ before was…”

“She⁠ is the other​​​ master I mentioned⁠ to you earlier.‍⁠ And as you⁠‌⁠ could see, she⁠‌‍ is a black‌‌‍ mage.”

“…”‌​‌

At‌ those words, Katia‌‍ was left speechless.‌⁠

The​ fact that Dereck​⁠ had learned magic‍‍ from a black​‍ mage was so​ shocking that it‍‍ was impossible to⁠⁠‌ believe.

Even‍‍​ if he did‌‌ not use black⁠‍​ magic himself, merely​ being associated with‍‍ someone like that‌‌ could be considered​⁠ a serious crime.‍​‌

Katia⁠‍ leaned against the‌‍‌ back of the‌ reception sofa and⁠ pressed her temples‌ hard.

It‌ seemed that dizziness⁠‍‌ was beginning to‌ overtake her.

“How…⁠ how could something​​⁠ like this happen…”​

“It’s‌‌‌ complicated to explain,⁠‌‌ but in any​​ case, I think⁠⁠ it would be‌‌ best for you​​ to be careful,⁠⁠‌ Master Katia.”

Once​‌​ the study had​ been put in⁠‍‍ order and the​ situation reviewed, nothing​​ seemed simple.

‘She⁠‌ went to the‌​‍ Tigris territory to​⁠ revive Kalimford. So⁠​ did she fail?’‌​

It⁠ was known that‌ Fina’s advanced corpse‌⁠‌ resurrection technique was​‍ complete.

Even​​⁠ so, the Fina‍‌ Dereck had seen​ looked like someone​⁠​ from whom something‌‌ enormous had been‌⁠ taken away.

She‌⁠ tried to replace‍ that loss with‍ something, and ended⁠​‌ up developing a disturbing obsession with‍‍​ Dereck.

As​‍⁠ all the pieces​⁠ came together, Dereck’s‍⁠ expression grew even​​ more grave.

“Dereck,​​ there are many⁠⁠ things I would‌ like to ask⁠​‌ you.”

Either‍⁠‍ way, what he‌​‌ needed to do⁠ now was explain‍​ everything that had⁠‌​ happened to Katia.‍⁠​

***‌‍‌

♪ ♬ ♪

A humming can be⁠ heard.

Back⁠⁠ in the Tigris​ territory, Fina walked‌‌​ among the servants⁠‌ with light, cheerful⁠⁠⁠ steps.

Her‌​ expression, as fresh⁠​‍ as if she‌‌ had cast off​⁠​ an enormous emotional​‍‍ burden, would have‌​ been unsettling to‌ those who knew‍​​ her well.

But​ to the common⁠‌ inhabitants of the⁠⁠ territory, she simply​‍​ seemed to be‍⁠​ in a good​ mood.

Her​ eyes were darker⁠​ and deeper than‍ usual.

The‍​ servants greeted her‌‍ as she passed.‌⁠

‘The​ weather is nice.‌⁠‌ It seems spring‌ is approaching.’

To⁠‍ that innocent greeting,‌⁠ Fina replied with‍‍ a smile.

‘Yes,‌⁠ the weather is‍‌ pleasant.’

The⁠⁠⁠ instant she finished⁠ responding, blood burst‍ from the servants’‌‌ faces.

The‍ modest yet functional‍‌​ castle of the​​‌ Baron of Tigris.​‌

However,‌‍ when the continent’s‌ highest-level necromantic mage​ advanced with a simple gesture, flowers‍​ of blood bloomed‌‌ everywhere she passed.‍⁠

Dark,‌‍ reddish mana covered‌ the corridors, and‍‍‌ the servants who‌​⁠ walked through them⁠⁠ lost their sanity​ and began to‍‍⁠ writhe.

Among⁠‌​ them, Fina moved‍‍⁠ forward with lively‍ steps, madness and‌‍ ecstasy mixed in‌‍ equal measure.

“In⁠‌ the end, you⁠‍ will return to⁠⁠‍ me, Dereck.”

Across⁠ countless reincarnations, she‍ had known innumerable‌ mages, but almost‍‌ none possessed a vessel as vast‍‍​ as Dereck’s, nor⁠⁠ burned with such⁠ a pure passion‍ for magic.

Convinced‍⁠​ that Dereck would​‍​ eventually yearn for​​ an even higher⁠‌ level of magic⁠​ and come to⁠​​ her, Fina began‍‍​ staining the castle⁠​ of the Baron⁠​​ of Tigris with​⁠‍ blood, one by⁠​​ one, as if‍​​ she were preparing​‍ her home for‍​ an upcoming guest.⁠‍⁠

Like‍⁠ a seasoned conductor‍​​ guiding an orchestra,⁠‌ with each gesture‌‍​ of Fina, the‌ house of Baron‍‌‍ Tigris became covered‌‌‌ in corpses.

And⁠ all the corpses‌​ obeyed her will.​​​

“To‌‍ teach properly, one​ must prepare a good nest. Perhaps⁠​ I should decorate‌ the castle a bit more. Prepare⁠‍‍ a training area,​⁠ expand the space​⁠⁠ a little more…⁠​ and eliminate everyone‍⁠ who unnecessarily obstructs‌ this place of​‍‍ learning.”

There‍ were no longer​‍ any pending matters⁠ in the house‍‌ of Baron Tigris.‌​

Everything⁠‍ had been gathered‍ under her control,‍​‌ ready to be​ adorned.

Thorns‌‍ sprouted and wrapped‌‌⁠ around the castle,⁠‌​ and the ominous‍⁠ aura began to‍‍‍ blanket the area.‌

Thus,‌⁠ the castle of‍⁠ Baron Tigris was‌ gradually transformed into​​ a breeding ground​‍ of necromantic magic.‌​

Unlike‍⁠‌ the case of⁠⁠​ the Duchy of‌⁠⁠ Beltus, the scale‍‍‌ was smaller and⁠ the location was​ in a peripheral​‍‌ region, so the​‍ spread of news‌‌ would inevitably be​​ slower.

That⁠⁠‍ meant Fina had⁠⁠ more than enough​⁠ time to devour‌‍ the entire region.‌‍⁠

Fwoooooosh!‍

Fina’s‌ rampage was already​‍​ predestined.

Dereck​‌ knew it as‍‍⁠ well.

However,​⁠​ the direction events​‌ were taking differed‌ slightly from what‍‍‍ he had imagined.​⁠

“Dereck…​‌‍ the time granted‍ to this master‌‍ is infinite, but​‍ even so, do​⁠ not make me​ wait too long…”​

Kneeling‍‍‍ upon the throne‌ located in the⁠‌ deepest part of​​ the main building,⁠⁠ covered in thorns,​‌ she whispered those​‌ words.

The⁠‌⁠ dense darkness dwelling​​‍ in her eyes​‍‍ grew ever deeper.‍⁠

***‍

Whoooooosh!⁠

In‍ the midst of​ the northern tundra‌‌ rose the castle⁠‌ of the Duchy‌ of Rochester.

As​ he rode through‍⁠‌ the territory on‌ horseback, Melverot exhaled,​‍‍ and his breath⁠‍​ rose into the‍‍ heavy, gray sky.​​​

He​ had sent his⁠ daughter to the‌‌ southwest of the‌‍ continent and remained​​​ in the territory‌‍⁠ to govern its‍ people.

He‌ was already beginning​ to wonder how​⁠ Siern was doing.‍​

He⁠​ thought about writing‌​​ her a letter,⁠ but it was‌‍‍ not easy for⁠⁠ someone with his​⁠​ disposition.

As⁠​ he gazed in​ silence at the‍​ distant expanse of‌ snow, only the‍ falling flakes filled‍​ his field of​ vision.

It​ was then that—‌‍‌

Beyond​ the horizon, someone​​‍ was approaching.

“…”​‌‌

In‌ that frozen environment,⁠​ a figure advanced​ unsteadily, barely covered‍⁠ in rags.

Crossing​‌‌ that vast and⁠ brutal tundra on‌ foot was unthinkable.‌‌‍

Sensing⁠⁠ that something was⁠ out of the‌‍ ordinary, Melverot frowned⁠ and activated exploration​​ magic to identify​ the figure slowly‍​ approaching.

“Lord‌ Melverot. Someone is​​ approaching from the⁠ tundra.”

“Yes.‌‍​ I can see​ it.”

The⁠ moment Melverot focused‌‌‍ his gaze even⁠‍ more, that silhouette‌‌‌ began to look⁠​‌ familiar.

Though‌‍‍ exhausted, covered in​ wounds, and completely​ withered, those features⁠ were impossible to‌⁠ forget.

It​​​ was the image​ of the great⁠ archmage who had​​ already passed away.‍​

Kalimford.‍‌‌

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