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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 170: Ancient Hero (4)

Chapter 170: Ancient Hero (4)

“Father.⁠‍ It has been‌ a long time⁠ since I last​​​ saw you. There‌​‌ are many things​‍​ I want to‍ tell you.”

Seeing⁠ Siern greeting him‍‍‌ with elegance as‌‍ she lightly lifted⁠⁠ her skirt with⁠⁠ both hands, Melverot​‍ was breaking into​ a cold sweat,​​ something quite unlike​ him.

Just‍‍‍ moments earlier, he‌​​ had seen her‌​ covered in blood⁠⁠ from head to‌​ toe, so it‌⁠‌ was inevitable that⁠‍ the image of​ that former savage‌‌‌ Siern overlapped in‍⁠‌ his mind.

He‌‌ was not the‍ only one—the servants​⁠ were tense as‌‍ well.

However,‌ the Siern who⁠‌ had neatly arranged‌⁠ her posture was‌‍ the very image⁠ of a refined⁠⁠ lady.

Not​ even a year⁠ had passed since​​⁠ she had departed​‌⁠ for the barony‌ of Ravenclaw.

‘I⁠‌‌ thought that man⁠​​ was competent, but⁠‌⁠ what in the‍‌ world did he‌‌ do to her?’‌‌‍

Melverot​ rested his chin​‍ on his hand,⁠‌‍ wearing an uncomfortable⁠​‍ expression.

For​​‌ the cold lord⁠ of the north‍ to react like‍‌ this was not‍ something common.

***​⁠

Magic​ is the very​​‍ foundation of nobility⁠ and a symbol‌⁠​ of privilege.

For​ that reason, no‍ noble ever neglects‍ the spaces dedicated​ to magical training​⁠ within their mansion.⁠‍⁠

For‌‌ the servants, the⁠⁠ maintenance of magical​‍‍ facilities is always​ one of the⁠‌ highest priorities.

The​⁠ Rochester mansion, nestled⁠‌ in the midst⁠​​ of the frozen​⁠ desert of the‍ north, was no​ exception.

Although⁠‍ the entire estate‌ was fortified for‌ defense, the magical​⁠‌ dueling field was‍⁠​ considered a key⁠ facility and was⁠⁠​ so well maintained‌ that there was⁠ nothing to criticize.​​

At​‌ the far end‌ of the enormous‌‍⁠ space, comparable in‍⁠ size to the‍ grand entrance hall,‍​​ a gaunt man‍ leaned on an⁠​ oak staff as‍ tall as he​ himself was.

Judging​⁠ by his appearance‍ alone, he looked‍ like someone who‌‌​ might collapse and‌⁠ vanish into the‌ snow at any⁠‌‌ moment.

Even‌‍⁠ so, Dereck clenched⁠‌ his fingers tightly‍​⁠ inside his gloves,⁠‌ holding back the⁠⁠ tension.

“I​​ apologize for having‍​ caused such a pitiful spectacle. But⁠ what must be‌ done, must be‌ done.”

His‌‍ appearance matched exactly‍‍‌ what Dereck had‌⁠‍ seen in hero‌⁠⁠ biographies—light brown hair,​ long and unkempt,‍​ speckled with gray.⁠

Between⁠⁠‌ his dim eyes,‌ his pupils seemed‌‌‌ barely able to‌​ hold on, as‌ if he had‌‍‌ lost all vitality.​‍

He⁠ knew it beforehand,​ and yet he​‍ could not help⁠ doubting it every‌‍‌ time he saw‌ him like this.​‌

Was⁠‍⁠ that man really⁠⁠​ the great archmage‌‌ who had once‍‌ dominated the world?‍‍

Could‍⁠‌ he truly receive⁠ Dereck’s magic with⁠⁠ a body that‍⁠‌ looked like it‌ might break from⁠ the slightest impact?​⁠

But⁠ Kalimford spoke.

“My​​ body is no⁠‌‍ longer what it⁠‌ once was, and​‍ I cannot use‌‌ my magic to‌‍‌ its fullest either.​‍ The aftereffects of​ the necromantic magic‍ clinging to this⁠‌⁠ body affect me—⁠⁠‍ even my eyesight​​ is no longer​‍ the same.”

His‌⁠‍ words sounded miserable,​⁠​ but what followed‌ was the complete⁠ opposite.

“Even​‌ so, come at‍‌​ me with the⁠ intent to kill.”​

“…”​‌‌

“You‍​⁠ seem far too‌‌‌ worried. Are you‌​ going to hold⁠ back against a specter that already‍ died once?”

Appearance​​ and presence do‍⁠ not always go⁠‍ hand in hand.⁠

Despite‍​‌ his fragility, there​ was a strange,​​‌ intimidating pressure in‌ his gaze.

He⁠⁠​ was right. There⁠ was no one‌⁠‌ who could afford‌ to hold back​ in front of​‌⁠ a six-star mage.​‌​

Calmly⁠⁠​ holding his massive‍ oak staff, Kalimford⁠‍ simply waited for‍‌‌ Dereck’s attack.

‘…Does⁠​‌ he want to‌ gauge my level‍‌‌ first?’

Dereck‌⁠⁠ inhaled deeply and‌‌⁠ hardened his gaze.‌

In​‍ an instant, magic⁠‍⁠ surged around him,⁠⁠‍ turning into a great flow that‌‍‌ gathered at the‌⁠⁠ tips of his⁠⁠ fingers.

More‍ than a dozen‌ fire arrows materialized​‌‍ in the air​ and shot toward​‍ Kalimford.

Whoosh!⁠

But​‌‍ Kalimford did not​‌⁠ even defend himself.⁠‌​

More‌⁠​ than that, it‍ seemed as though⁠​‌ he did not‌ even react.

He‌⁠ remained there, gripping‍​ his staff, staring​​ ahead with exhausted​ eyes.

The​‌ moment the fire‍​ arrows drew near,‍‍​ they broke apart‍‍ into magic and​ dissipated without a trace.

“…”‍‌​

It‌ was only a one-star spell, cast‍‍ as a test,‌​ but seeing it‌‍ nullified in such⁠⁠‍ an unexpected way‌​‍ made Dereck flinch.​​

‘He⁠​ didn’t block them…‌​​ nor intercept them.’‌

It‌⁠ was as if⁠​ the arrows had‍ simply vanished on‌‌‌ their own.

Dereck​ felt a strange​⁠ dissonance in the‍ way Kalimford handled‌ magic.

Reaching⁠ the pinnacle of‌​ combat magic did⁠‍ not merely mean‍​ having a high‍⁠⁠ level.

It‌‌‍ meant commanding domains‍ that ordinary combat‌​‍ mages could not⁠⁠ even touch.

Sensing‍ that he had​​ glimpsed a fraction‌‍ of that, Dereck⁠ was wrapped in‍ a peculiar excitement.‍‌⁠

Whoosh!​‌‌

“Come⁠​‌ at me with‌ the intent to‍ kill.”

Those​​⁠ had been Kalimford’s‌ words.

Dereck⁠‌ kicked off the‌‍ ground and drew​‍‌ his sword.

He​ had confidence, but​​ not arrogance.

If​⁠‌ his opponent truly⁠ was Kalimford, a legendary six-star combat‍‍ mage, exchanging combat​ spells alone would‌ never be enough​‌ to defeat him.‌‍

Even⁠ in his weakened⁠‌ state, that fact⁠ did not change.​

Wham!⁠​

Slash!⁠‍⁠

Dereck‍​ feinted a frontal‌​⁠ charge, then abruptly⁠ veered to the‌ side and hurled​‍​ two throwing daggers​ strapped to his​⁠ thigh.

At‍ the same time,⁠ he activated the‍ four-star transformation spell​ Distortion to accelerate⁠ the daggers’ speed,‍‍ and added a one-star shockwave from​ behind to inject⁠‍ them with brutal‌‌‌ physical force.

The‌ speed of the​​ daggers skyrocketed explosively,​ surpassing the threshold‌​ of visibility and‍⁠ reaching a domain​ where reacting was⁠⁠ impossible.

Whoosh!​​‍

The‌‍‍ only sign they‍‌ had been thrown‍ was the brief‍⁠ sound of air‌​ being sliced.

Magic‌⁠ and martial arts—an‍​‍ application that transcended‍​​ the limits of‌‌ each discipline.

Dereck’s⁠ combat style was​​‍ neither that of​​ a pure mage​‍‌ nor that of‌‌‌ a mercenary.

Realizing‍‌ this, Kalimford narrowed​ his eyes even‍​‌ further.

‘No‍​ wonder Fina desires‍ him so much.’​‌

Whoosh!‌

Once‍⁠ again, Kalimford neither‍ blocked nor intercepted​‌ the attack.

The​ daggers came to​ an abrupt halt⁠ around him and‌‍‍ fell to the‍‍ ground without strength.‍

It‌⁠ was as if⁠ the magic of​⁠‍ the environment itself‍⁠ had been devoured.⁠

Normally,‍​ a mage would​⁠ lose the will‌​ to fight upon‌‌​ realizing their magic​​ was ineffective.

Wham!‍‍‌

But​ in Dereck’s eyes,‌‍ as he closed‍⁠ the distance without‌ hesitation, there was⁠‌​ only killing intent.​

‘Did​‌ he throw the​ daggers to test​​⁠ whether even physical​ attacks fall under‌ my magical domain?’‍

And⁠ the moment he⁠‍ confirmed that they⁠‌ did not work⁠ either, he chose‌‌ close-quarters combat as⁠​ his last resort.‍‌

His​‍ chain of decisions​‍ was fluid and​​ took only a few seconds.

A reaction speed unbefitting‌⁠ someone facing Kalimford​​ for the first‍ time.

Although‌ he had mastered⁠ magic at a high level, he‌‌‍ had not limited​‍‍ himself to training⁠ magic alone.

The‌ more Kalimford observed​ him, the harder‌⁠‌ Dereck was to⁠‌​ measure.

Whoosh!‍​‌

But‌‍ Kalimford was also​‍ someone seasoned by‍‍ countless battles.

Without‍⁠ showing surprise, he‌⁠‍ forcefully swung his​ staff once, and⁠ his figure vanished⁠‌ from the spot.⁠⁠‍

In​​ its place remained‍‌‍ a dense mist⁠‍ laden with magic.​​

‘Illusion⁠ magic!’

Dereck‍ frowned, halted his‍ advance, and swept⁠ his gaze around‍​‍ while simultaneously activating‍‌⁠ his detection magic.​⁠‌

Well-trained⁠ detection is the‍‌‌ natural enemy of​⁠​ illusion magic.

Even​ so, he could⁠​‍ not immediately locate​‌ Kalimford.

That​⁠⁠ could only mean‌ one thing—his illusion​⁠‌ magic was, at‍‌⁠ the very least,​ four-star level.

Although‌‍​ he was famous​ as a combat⁠‍‍ mage, he had​ also reached an​ extraordinary level in​​ other fields.

Whoosh!‍​

Bang!‌‌​

Four‌ giant earth constructs‍ emerged from the⁠​‍ ground and stretched⁠‍⁠ their hands toward‌ Dereck, but before​‌‌ they could even‍​ reach him, they​ were frozen and⁠ neutralized by his‌⁠⁠ ice magic.

The‍ instant freezing Dereck⁠‌ employed was the‍​‌ result of adding‍ his own interpretation‌‍ to the magic‌⁠‍ Siern often used.‌

Its‌ speed would be‍⁠ enough to bewilder‌​ even veteran mages.​‌

Crack!‌‌

Crunch!​​

Dereck‍‍⁠ deployed a three-star‌⁠‌ ice spell that‌‌⁠ froze the entire⁠⁠ area.

It⁠​ was not only‍⁠‍ to suppress the​‌ earth giants, but​ to locate Kalimford.​

His​‌ magic comfortably covered​⁠ the entire dueling‍ field.

If‍⁠ Kalimford remained hidden,​‌​ he would have‌ to react to‍​​ avoid being frozen.​​⁠

And⁠ indeed, within the⁠​ mist saturated with⁠​ magic, there was​‌ a single point‍‌⁠ of terrain that​ had not frozen.‍

There‍‌‍ stood Kalimford.

Clang!‌​

Whoosh!​‌‌

Without‌⁠ losing a moment,⁠ a two-star fireball‌⁠ from Dereck slammed​ into that spot.⁠

It​⁠⁠ was the spell​‍⁠ he could cast​‍‍ the fastest.

Due‌ to its speed,‌‍ it did not‍ seem as though‌‍ it had flown​⁠‌ there, but rather⁠⁠ as if it⁠ had exploded directly‍‍ on the spot.‍‍​

Sizzle!​‍

But‌ when the mist‍ dispersed, there was⁠ nothing there.

Kalimford‌⁠ had deliberately materialized⁠ a barrier at​⁠ that spot through⁠ transformation magic, thereby‍​ inducing Dereck’s confusion.⁠

Wham!‍‍

Whoosh!‍

To⁠ create an opening​ was, without a doubt, to seek⁠‍⁠ out a lapse.​‍

When‍ Dereck sharpened his‍‍ senses, it was‌⁠‌ already too late—more‌ than a dozen‌‍ fire arrows were⁠ raining down on‍ him.

There‌⁠ was no time‍⁠ to dodge.

Dereck‌‌ leapt forward, wrapped​⁠ one of his​ arms in mana,⁠ and rolled across‌‌ the ground.

Bang!‍⁠‍

Wham!​

One‍‌ of the sleeves⁠​ of the wool‍‌​ jacket he was‌ wearing was charred​​⁠ and vanished, though‍ his skin was​​ protected thanks to⁠​ the mana.

Even⁠ so, he could‍ not prevent a slight burning sensation​ from lingering at‍‌ the tips of⁠⁠ his fingers.

Wham!⁠⁠

Whoosh!​

Shaking‍‌​ his hand, Dereck‌‍ got back on‌‌ his feet.

From‍⁠⁠ the smoke on​​ the opposite side,‌ Kalimford appeared, walking​ with absolute calm.‌⁠​

He​ dragged his staff⁠ along the ground,‍ advancing slowly, as⁠ if he had⁠ simply gone out‍ for a stroll.‌‌

‘Those‍‍​ fire arrows were​ the ones I conjured.’

The⁠⁠‌ arrows he had​ launched as a probe returned now⁠‍‌ with a temporal‌ delay.

Reusing‍​ an opponent’s magic​⁠ was a common‌ technique among experienced⁠ mages, but seeing‍ them return after⁠‌‌ so much time​‍‍ was something Dereck‌​ had never witnessed.‍⁠⁠

Curiosity⁠ and an almost‍ euphoric excitement welled‌ up in his‌⁠ eyes.

‘Kalimford.’‍‌​

The‌ name of the‌‌‌ legendary great mage​‍‌ who had once⁠‍​ dominated the continent.⁠

‘Illusion⁠​‍ and summoning at‍‍ least four stars.​ Detection and transformation‍ bordering on five.‌ And combat…’

‘Six‍‍‌ stars.’

In‌‌ the field of‍ combat magic, his‍‍​ level was simply⁠‌ unreachable.

Even‌​​ far from his​ prime, he was‌‌ not an opponent​‍ one could measure‌ strength against.

Normally,​ in front of⁠ someone like that,⁠ one would feel‍ fear or reverence.‍​‍

However,⁠ Dereck was not⁠⁠‌ an ordinary human​ either.

He​‍ felt a jolt‍​ run down his‌⁠ spine.

Behind‍ that mage walking‍‍ while dragging his​‍ staff along the‌ edge of the‌‌‍ dueling field, the​ image of a colossal mountain seemed‌‍ to rise.

His‌​ eyes were fixed,​‌​ unwavering, on Dereck.⁠

‘His‌‌ ability to adapt⁠ to unfamiliar magic‍ far surpasses that‍ of an ordinary​‌ mercenary.’

‘The‌⁠ talent the heavens​‍​ granted him is⁠ not limited to‌​⁠ magic alone.’

Kalimford,⁠‍ too, was revising​ his evaluation of‌‍‍ Dereck again and‌ again.

The‍‍‌ world paid attention‌ only to Dereck’s‍ magical talent, but‍ his true value⁠‌⁠ went far beyond⁠⁠ that.

Mercenaries‌‌ were famous for‍ their improvisational skills​‍​ and response to‌‍‌ ambushes, but Dereck‍ already stood out‌⁠⁠ even among them.​‍‌

It‌ was the first‌ time someone had‍​ responded like this,‌‌ from the very‌ first moment, to‍‍ his control of‌ mana.

Even‌⁠‍ Melverot had fallen‍‍ victim to that‍ technique at least‌‌‍ once.

Step.‍ Step.

According⁠ to Kalimford’s original​​‍ plan, Dereck should‍‌ have been struck‌‌⁠ by the fire‍ arrows, and the​‍‍ duel should have⁠⁠ ended there.

Then,‍‍⁠ while he recovered,​‍‍ he had intended‌ to teach him‌ a use of‍⁠‍ mana on a completely different level.⁠⁠‌

To‌‍ learn his magic,⁠ it was necessary​ to abandon conventional‌‍⁠ notions entirely.

But⁠⁠⁠ all of that⁠⁠ fell apart.

Dereck‍‍ was still standing,⁠⁠⁠ almost unscathed, after‍⁠‌ shaking his arm⁠‌​ a couple of⁠​ times.

Then​​‌ he spoke.

“You⁠‌​ returned my own⁠​‍ magic to me?‌⁠‌ Even after it​ had already dissipated?”‍​

“…”‍

“It‌​​ seems more like​ you captured the‍‌ residue of a magic that had⁠​ already fulfilled its⁠ role and restored​‌ it to its⁠‌ original state. It’s​ similar to the‍ residual effect of​​ my staff, Footprints.”‍

Dereck‌ had already fully‍‌ grasped the core‌ of Kalimford’s magical​⁠ control.

And‍​‍ this was the⁠ first time he‌​ had ever seen⁠⁠‍ it.

“It’s⁠ the first time⁠ I’ve seen someone‍​ do it without⁠‌‍ the support of⁠⁠ a magic weapon.⁠​‌ And using the​​ opponent’s mana.”

“It’s​‍ better to do⁠​⁠ it directly than‍‍ to rely on‍‍ equipment. There’s no‌​​ limit to its‌ use, and it‌ confuses the enemy⁠​​ much more.”

Being‌​ able to reactivate‍​‍ an adversary’s spells⁠⁠​ at the desired‌‍​ moment forced the⁠ opponent to regard‌‌ even their own⁠‌ past magic as​​ a threat.

In​ a one-on-one duel,​⁠​ it was an​​​ ability that shattered⁠⁠‍ all established rules.‍

“If‍ you understood it⁠‌ that quickly, you​ can advance to⁠ the next level‍‍‍ without delay. That’s⁠ good news. I don’t have much‌‍⁠ time left.”

“What…?”⁠‍

The⁠‍ instant Dereck responded,‍ his body was‍‌​ already sent flying.‍

Wham!‍

The​ fact that he​​​ even managed to​‍‌ raise both arms⁠ to assume a defensive stance was‌ already an absurd​‌‌ reaction, but his‌‍ eyes widened.

Thud!‍ Thud!

Crack!‍⁠ Crunch!

Dereck​‍ slammed into the‌⁠ inner wall of‌‌ the dueling field.‍

Even‌‍‍ so, he released​‌‍ mana instantly, managing⁠​‍ to cushion the‍​ direct impact.

“If⁠‌ you are going​‍ to face Fina…⁠‌​ and if you​⁠ intend to continue‌ teaching Siern, four​‌ stars are not⁠ enough. Whether you​ like it or⁠​⁠ not… you must‍‍ become stronger.”

Crack!⁠

Grind!⁠​​

The‌ amount of mana‍‌⁠ Kalimford possessed was⁠⁠‍ surprisingly small.

However,​‍​ with just the‌ act of clenching​​ his fist, an​⁠⁠ overwhelming pressure fell‌‌ upon Dereck, difficult‍⁠‌ even for him‌⁠ to endure.

Wham!​‌⁠

Crack!‌

Dereck’s‍⁠ arms trembled, but​ he clenched his‌​​ teeth and focused⁠​‍ strength into his​‍ fingers.

‘The​ absolute quantity of​​ mana is low,⁠ but… is there​ a technique that⁠‌ amplifies its effect?’⁠‌​

‘If⁠ I understand the⁠⁠ mechanism, I might⁠⁠ be able to‌‍ counter it.’

Even⁠‌ under attack, he​ did not stop⁠‌​ thinking.

Even‌ so, at that⁠‌ moment he could‌ not grasp the​‌ exact basis of‍ Kalimford’s magic.

“I​‍‍ will show you​​‍ what the true‍​‌ essence of combat‍⁠ magic really is.⁠‌ It will be​⁠ something on a completely different level⁠​⁠ from anything you‍⁠ have experienced.”

Dragging​​‌ the massive staff‌ along the ground,​‌‍ Kalimford advanced with⁠⁠‌ steady steps.

That‍‌ great mage, long‌ past his prime,​⁠​ had nonetheless reached‌ a degree of‍ mastery that bordered‍ on the inconceivable.‍⁠

And​⁠ in his eyes,‍​ sharp as blades,‌‌ an even more‌⁠⁠ intense light gleamed.‍‌

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