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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 173: Seat of Thorns (1)

Chapter 173: Seat of Thorns (1)

Be‌‌‍ that as it‌‌​ may, being able‌​ to receive magical​ instruction directly from⁠ Kalimford, the six-star‌ mage whose name⁠ enjoyed the greatest‍‌‌ prestige even among​ those of his⁠‌‌ same rank, was‍​‌ a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.⁠‍‍

Although‌​‍ easily crossing the‌​⁠ wall of five‌‍‍ stars was not‍⁠ realistic, at least⁠⁠⁠ for a while‍‌‍ it did seem‌‍‌ possible to aspire‌⁠ to a notable‌​ improvement in his​ magical level.

That​⁠‌ thought made Dereck⁠‌⁠ feel quietly satisfied.‍⁠‍

‘I‍‌ hope I can‌‌⁠ raise my magical‍ mastery as much⁠ as possible while‍⁠‌ this opportunity lasts…’⁠⁠​

Six-star​ mages are masters​ of the highest⁠⁠⁠ level, and in​​ the entire world​⁠‍ there are only‌ a handful of‌‌‍ them.

However,‍ not all mages​‌⁠ of that rank‍‌⁠ share the same‌‍‌ inclination or temperament.‌

That‍ was something obvious.⁠‌‌

The‌ higher the magical⁠‍‍ mastery, the firmer‌ each person’s theory‌ and personal interpretation⁠ become.

Depending​​ on whom one​⁠ takes as a teacher, one’s vision⁠‌⁠ and values regarding‌‍ magic inevitably change.‌​‌

In⁠ the end, once​⁠ a certain level‌‌ is surpassed, there⁠ is no choice‌​⁠ but to follow⁠⁠‍ the line of⁠ one’s own master.​​⁠

In‌​ fact, even the​‌‍ young noblewomen who​‌ had learned magic⁠⁠‍ from Dereck showed‍ a freer and​ less rigid way​⁠⁠ of using mana‍‌ than that of‍‌ traditional academic mages.⁠

Depending‍​‌ on who transmitted​ the magic, differences​ between schools became⁠ inevitable, and mastering‌‌ all types of⁠‌ magic became something⁠​ close to impossible.⁠‌‌

Moreover,​​‌ Dereck’s former teacher⁠​‌ had been none​⁠⁠ other than the‍⁠‍ black mage Fina.⁠⁠

He⁠‌ had received many​ teachings from her,‍‌⁠ but her instruction​ carried a deadly‌⁠ danger Fina’s status‌‍ itself.

Being‌⁠‌ known as the​⁠ disciple of a black mage was‍‌ an absolute forbidden​ line, something that​‌ could not be‌‌ revealed under any​ circumstances.

Black‍ mages, capable of‍‍ defiling corpses, manipulating‍⁠ souls, and trampling​ human dignity without⁠‌ hesitation, had always​‌⁠ been persecuted and‍​ suppressed in every‍ era and region.⁠

‘The⁠ magic I can‍‍ learn from Kalimford⁠ is completely removed‍‍⁠ from that danger.‌⁠ At the very‌‌‍ least, I can‍‍⁠ try to cross⁠‍⁠ the wall of⁠‌ five stars by‌‍⁠ following an orthodox⁠‌ path.’

Sitting⁠‌​ in his private‌‌⁠ room, Dereck stroked⁠ his chin with‌⁠ a serious expression.⁠

He​⁠⁠ opened and closed​ his hand several⁠ times, testing the‌ sensation.

His⁠‌ physical condition had‍⁠ already fully recovered,‍ but the image​‌ of the six-star‍⁠ spell that Kalimford​‍‌ had manifested was‍⁠⁠ still burned into​‌ his memory.

A domain that made‌‍‍ any ordinary person⁠​ lose the will⁠ to fight just‍⁠ by facing it.​‌‍

In‍⁠‍ truth, even Dereck⁠‌ had felt an⁠‌ absurd pressure upon⁠​ witnessing that magic.‍

“…”​‍‍

The‌⁠⁠ tips of his⁠⁠‌ fingers trembled slightly.​‍

Dereck‌‌‍ was not someone​⁠⁠ who showed confusion‍ easily.

His​ ability to remain​‍​ calm in any​‌‌ situation had allowed‍⁠⁠ him to survive‍​ for years in​ the merciless world⁠‌ of mercenaries.

Even‍ so, when recalling​⁠‌ that magic of‍⁠‌ overwhelming scale, a slight excitement inevitably‍ welled up inside‍​⁠ him.

That‍‌⁠ was the domain‌ of six stars.​​‌

The‌‌ level Dereck longed​‍ to reach.

And​⁠ someone who had‌‌⁠ already arrived there‍‌ was standing right⁠ before him.

‘If⁠⁠‌ I’m honest, right‌‍‌ now I don’t‌⁠‌ think it’s possible.’‌⁠‌

A six-star combat mage‌ can summon meteorites‌ with complete naturalness.‌⁠​

An⁠‍‌ illusion mage can⁠ deceive everyone, transcending‌ perception and consciousness.‍‌⁠

A transformation mage can‍ create a small⁠​ world of their‌ own.

An​ exploration mage can⁠​ see the future.​‌

And‍​ a black mage⁠​⁠ commands death itself.⁠‌⁠

Dereck​​ had met all‍‍​ types of six-star‌‌⁠ mages, except illusion⁠​‌ mages.

Each⁠​ of them possessed‌​ power capable of⁠ devouring entire continents.‍‌​

To​​⁠ stand on the‌ same level as‌‌ them, studying magic‍ diligently was not⁠‍⁠ enough.

To​‍ reach that domain,‍ something different from‌ everything before was⁠‍​ required.

Although⁠⁠ his magical talent​‌‌ was considered a blessing from the‌​⁠ heavens, Dereck felt⁠​ that he was​ still missing something,‌⁠‍ one final piece.⁠⁠​

‘Perhaps,‌ if I go⁠⁠‍ with Fina, I could reach that‍ level.’

She​‍ was probably holed⁠ up in the⁠​ Tigris territory at‍ that moment.

If‌‍‍ Dereck humbled himself‌ and offered himself‍ as her disciple,‌ Fina would never‍ reject him.

But⁠‌‌ Dereck shook his‌​ head.

The⁠⁠​ strange madness and‌ unsettling pleasure that‌ shone in Fina’s⁠ eyes always stirred‌‌⁠ an ominous premonition‍​ within him.

She​⁠ might be able​‍ to bring him‍‍ to the six-star​ domain by any⁠​ means, but he‍ could not know‌⁠​ whether that path⁠ would truly be​ the one he‌ desired.

‘After‍ all, Fina’s main​ field is black⁠⁠‌ magic.’

Even​ so, she had‌​‌ never taught him‍​ a single spell⁠⁠‌ of that kind.⁠​

She‌​‍ knew all too‍​ well the weight‍​ of touching a taboo, and so‍ she had never‌​ imposed that burden⁠⁠‌ on Dereck.

But⁠‍ what if Fina⁠​ decided to seriously‍ teach him black⁠​ magic?

Perhaps‍⁠ he could reach⁠ it.

That‍​‍ domain that all⁠‍ who live for‌ magic gaze upon​‌‍ with longing and⁠⁠‍ admiration the realm‌ of six stars.⁠‌‌

“You‍‌ seem to be​⁠ thinking too much.”‍

More​⁠ than four days⁠ had already passed‌ since Dereck arrived‌‍ in the Rochester​‍ territory.

That‌‌‌ day, after finishing​⁠ his training and‍⁠‍ catching his breath,‌‌ Kalimford approached him‌ and spoke.

Since‍​‌ he began receiving⁠ direct instruction from‌⁠​ Kalimford, even Dereck’s​ magical sense, which​ he believed to‍‌​ be fully mature,‍ had begun to​⁠‌ experience new changes.​⁠

Each‌​ understanding brushed against​⁠‌ innovation, and there⁠ were many times​‌​ when Dereck felt‍‍‍ impressed or satisfied.‍

However,‌‌⁠ when the day⁠⁠ ended and silence‌​​ settled in, strange‌‍ thoughts coiled in‌​ his chest.

Kalimford​⁠ caught that inner‌‌ conflict instantly.

“Do⁠​ you think that‌​ if you go⁠​ with Fina, you‌‍‍ can reach the‌ six-star domain?”

“…”‌​⁠

“It⁠‌​ seems you yourself​​⁠ know that it’s‌ not a very‍‌‌ sensible method.”

The⁠‌‍ reason Melverot had⁠ summoned the busy​​​ Dereck all the⁠ way to the⁠ Rochester territory was‌‌​ not that complex.‌

He‌​ simply wanted to⁠‌​ show his daughter​ Siern’s face to‌ his old friend‌ Kalimford, who had‌​‍ returned alive.

He‌‌ knew well how‍‌‌ inefficient it was⁠⁠⁠ to call a busy noble over‌ such a personal‌⁠‌ matter, and he⁠ did not like⁠ the idea very​​ much.

But‌​‌ he also could⁠​​ not bear not​​ showing even his‍ daughter’s face to⁠ someone who had‍‌ returned from death.⁠‍⁠

That​‌ was why he‌⁠ made that decision.​

In‌⁠​ the end, Dereck‍‍ also thought it‌⁠‍ had not been‍ a bad thing.⁠

After⁠ all, he had‍‌⁠ been able to‍⁠ learn magic from⁠ Kalimford, a legendary‍ great mage.

“By‍⁠ now, she has‍ probably already taken‍‍ control of the​​ Tigris territory. And‍‍ yet, no external⁠ changes have been‌⁠​ heard of. That’s​ what makes me‌​ a little uneasy.”⁠

“Fina‌‌​ has plenty of‌​‌ time. Unlike us,‍ who value each​ day of our‌ finite lives, for‍‌‌ a black mage​‍ like her, a day and a year do not‍​​ differ much in‌‍ value.”

Dereck‍⁠‍ evoked the image‍ of Fina.

Sitting⁠ calmly in her‍⁠ office reviewing documents,‌‌‍ or lounging shamelessly‌ on the reception‍‍ sofa, absentmindedly eating‌⁠ some financiers that‍ the maids had⁠ baked for her.​

Indeed,​⁠ those who are⁠ detached from everything⁠⁠ always seem to⁠ live with absolute⁠‌⁠ calm.

“But‌‍​ if you think​‍‌ she will remain⁠‌​ silent forever, you’re‌​ mistaken. One way‌ or another, she‍⁠ will try to‌‍⁠ change your heart⁠ and subdue you.”​⁠‍

“For⁠​⁠ someone who lives⁠ eons, don’t a few years feel‌⁠ insignificant?”

“That’s​ right. But the‍ time permitted for⁠​⁠ that body called⁠⁠‌ Fina is not​ infinite. The mark‌​​ of reincarnation, at⁠‍​ most in about⁠ twenty years, causes​‌ the body’s mana⁠‍‍ to spiral out​‌ of control and⁠‌‌ be consumed, forcing‍⁠‍ her to seek‍ a new body‍‍​ and reincarnate.”

He⁠ had heard that‌ directly from Fina.‍‍​

A reincarnation lasted, at⁠‍‌ most, about twenty‌ years.

Sometimes‍ it ended in‌ barely ten; even‌⁠​ in the best⁠‌‍ cases, it did‍ not exceed twenty-five.​‍

As⁠​ a young noblewoman,‌​ shortly after celebrating​ her coming-of-age ceremony,⁠ she would end​‌‌ up encountering death​‌‍ in one way‌‍ or another.

Sometimes‍ she was executed‌‍ after it was​ revealed that she​​‍ was a black‍‍ mage.

Other‍‌ times, she burned⁠ up, consumed by⁠​ the mark of​‍ reincarnation itself.

Thus,⁠⁠ repeating death and​​⁠ resurrection, she had‍ lived until now.‍⁠

That⁠ was what the‌ taboo had promised‍⁠ her eternal youth.⁠​

Her‍ life was always‍​​ reduced to existing​⁠ as a beautiful​⁠ and delicate young⁠ noblewoman.

Whether​ that was truly⁠‌‍ what she desired​​ was something impossible​‍ to know.

“When⁠‍​ Fina dies and‍ reappears in the‌‍‌ world after a new reincarnation, you⁠‌‌ will already be​‌‍ quite old.”

“By‌​‍ then, my magical‍⁠​ level will also‌ be higher. From‍ Miss Fina’s point​ of view, wouldn’t‌ it be better⁠ to wait until‍‌ that time?”

Dereck’s‍‌‌ goal was to⁠ someday reach the‍‌ domain of six​‍⁠ stars, and then‍‌⁠ go even further.​‌

If‌‌‍ one truly believed‍‌ he could go​‍⁠ that far, wouldn’t‍‌‍ it be enough‍​ to leave him⁠‌ alone and wait?‍​

But‌‍​ Kalimford shook his​⁠‌ head.

“Put‌⁠ yourself in her‌​ place. For those⁠ who live finite⁠ lives, everything is‍ ephemeral and fragile.‍⁠​ After dying and​⁠‌ returning to life⁠​⁠ several times, she‌​ will have seen‍‌ the world change⁠⁠‍ completely again and​‍ again.”

People‌‍⁠ destined to grow‌ old together suddenly‍‌‍ die in accidents.​

Or⁠ those who seemed‍ on the verge‍ of death live⁠‌ more than a hundred years.

Human⁠‍ life never follows​‌⁠ a predictable script.‍​

After​⁠‍ experiencing death and‌​‍ opening her eyes​‌ again, how many​​​ times would she⁠‍ have seen those⁠ who were meant​ to die remain​ alive, and those‍ who were meant‍​‌ to live be‍ dead?

That⁠‍ was why Fina​‌‌ had no intention‌⁠​ whatsoever of leaving‌​​ Dereck alone.

After⁠‌​ completing a reincarnation​⁠ and returning to‍‍⁠ the world, she​‍​ could not accept‍⁠ under any circumstances‌⁠​ that Dereck had‍⁠ disappeared in any​⁠⁠ way.

So,‌‍ while she still‌‌ lived in this‌ era, her intention‍‍ was to cling⁠ to Dereck with⁠‍ all her strength.‌

“If‍‌​ she really finds⁠⁠‍ herself cornered, she⁠ might even engrave​​ the mark of⁠‌⁠ reincarnation onto you.”⁠‌‌

“…”⁠‍

“From‍‌‌ your point of‍ view, what do‍‍ you think that‍ would be for‌ you? A blessing,‍​ or a curse?”​‍

Observing‌ the new wounds‌​⁠ that covered his⁠‌ body, Dereck ran​⁠‌ his hand over⁠⁠‍ his arm.

After‌ falling into deep‍‍ thought, he raised⁠⁠ his gaze to‌ Kalimford and asked.​

“Honestly,‍‌ I don’t know.”‍

“That’s‌⁠⁠ normal.”

“But‌‌ there is something‍⁠ I do want‌​​ to ask you‍‌​ right now.”

Dereck​ closed his eyes‌ for a moment‍ and then looked⁠ straight at Kalimford.‍‍

“If⁠‌ the day comes‌ when I have​‍ to advance into⁠‌‍ the territory of⁠​⁠ Tigris, could you‍​ help me, Master​⁠ Kalimford?”

It‌⁠ was not difficult⁠‌ to imagine.

If‌ he refused to‌‍ accept Fina’s will,‍ after she had⁠⁠​ taken control of‌⁠⁠ Tigris, he would⁠ inevitably have to⁠​⁠ confront her.

When‌⁠ that moment came,​​ would Kalimford be‍​ at his back?‌‌

He​⁠⁠ was a hero​‍‌ who had saved​‍‌ nations, someone who‍‍​ had lived his‍ entire life for⁠‌ justice and sincerely⁠ believed he could​​ save anyone.

Precisely​⁠ because of that,‍⁠ he rarely lied.‍​

Gripping⁠‌ his staff with​‍​ a thin, bony​ hand, Kalimford lowered‌​ his head.

“I’m⁠​ sorry. That… I can’t do.”

“…”‍⁠‌

Dereck​​​ nodded.

He‌ did not ask⁠​ why.

If​⁠ people were to‌⁠ be divided into‍⁠ good and evil,​ Fina would be⁠‌‍ evil itself.

The​⁠ Kalimford of his​ prime, who roamed‌‌ the world punishing⁠‍‌ evil, would never​⁠⁠ have left her‌‍​ alone.

But‍⁠ now it was⁠​ different.

After‌ all, Kalimford had‌⁠ deceived Fina and‌‌‍ broken her heart.⁠​‌

The‌​​ one who cast​‍ her into the​⁠ abyss of despair‍ was Kalimford himself.​

And‌‍‍ yet, the one⁠ who resurrected him⁠​ and allowed him⁠‌ to see Siern’s‍​ face again was‌ Fina.

The‌ one who helped⁠​​ him kill the‍‌​ great monster Noir​⁠ was also Fina.‌​

One​ way or another,⁠ if Kalimford could‍ be there at⁠​ that moment, it‍ was thanks to⁠ Fina’s power.

In​‌ Kalimford’s eyes, that⁠​‌ girl seemed to​⁠ hold light and​⁠ darkness at the‍‍​ same time.

She‍‌‌ loved only magic;​‌ the heavens had‍‍‌ allowed her to‍ reach the domain‍ of six stars;‍ and, trapped in⁠ that cursed mark,‌⁠​ her heart had‌⁠ ultimately shattered.

That⁠‌‍ was why Kalimford‌​​ could not raise⁠‌​ his sword against‍​​ Fina.

And⁠‌⁠ Dereck could not‌ say anything to‌​‌ the downcast Kalimford⁠ either.

If‌ one day he​‍ faced Fina in​⁠ the midst of‍‍ the Tigris territory,‌⁠ covered in blood,⁠‌ wrapped in darkness⁠⁠ and death, what‍‌​ choice should he‌⁠⁠ make?

He‌ still could not​‍⁠ find a clear‌‍⁠ answer.

***‌

After‌​​ that, the days⁠​ in the Rochester‍‌ mansion passed almost‌‍ entirely in training.‍

Whenever​⁠​ he had the​‌ chance, Dereck followed⁠ Kalimford and rebuilt​‍​ from scratch theories​ on all kinds‌ of magical systems.‌‌

Thanks⁠ to that, he‌ gained inspiration again⁠ and again regarding‍​​ the use of​‍ five-star magic, and⁠ repeatedly readjusted four-star​‌‌ spells he already​‍​ mastered.

Whaam!⁠ Whaam! Boom!

Whraaaah!‌ Whaam!

Throughout‌ the Rochester territory,‍⁠‌ the sounds of​⁠‌ Dereck’s large-scale magic⁠ training constantly echoed.⁠‌

Since‌ it was inconvenient‌ to destroy the‌‍​ dueling field every​‍‌ time, he sometimes‍‍⁠ went outside the​ mansion.

Fortunately,⁠ the north was​ covered in vast,‌ uninhabited snowy plains,⁠ and from time⁠‍ to time demonic‌⁠​ beasts appeared that‌‍‌ served as real‍ opponents.

There​​ was no better‍‍‌ place to train⁠​⁠ magic seriously.

On‌⁠​ days when he‍‌​ trained directly with​​​ Kalimford, he ended‍​‍ up in shambles,⁠⁠​ but even while⁠ bleeding all over,‌ Dereck walked around​‍ with a broad​‌⁠ smile.

Denise​‌‌ used to say‍ he was simply⁠‌​ a lunatic obsessed⁠‌ with magic.

Siern,⁠⁠⁠ who watched those⁠ training sessions while​⁠‍ staying in the⁠‌ mansion, could not‌ help but nod‌‍ several times, thinking​ she was right.⁠⁠

‘Dereck⁠⁠ is serious when‍ he teaches magic,‍‌​ but even more⁠ so when he‌⁠ learns. I suppose​⁠​ that’s why he‍‌‍ can teach so‌⁠ consistently.’

Sometimes,‌ Siern went to⁠⁠‍ watch him train,⁠‍ rested her chin​‍ on her hand,⁠‍ and observed in‍‌ silence.

In​‌‌ her white eyes,‌‍ a clear light‌​ shone.

Finding‌ a master one‌‍‍ could trust was​‌⁠ truly precious.

For⁠ Siern, having Dereck‌ as her master‍‍​ was almost a miracle.

And⁠‍ Dereck, for his‌ part, also felt​‍ that emotion when‌​⁠ learning from someone.​‌‍

He‍​‍ was a distant​ man and, at​‍‍ times, difficult to‌‍ understand, but in‍ certain aspects they‌‍‍ shared a strange​⁠ affinity.

Without‌‌ realizing it, Dereck’s​‌​ presence had begun⁠​‍ to feel as⁠‍ natural as a part of her‍ own body; to‌ the point that,​​ when he was‌​ not there, she‍‌⁠ felt uneasy.

After⁠ watching him for‍​​ a long time,‌⁠‍ Siern suddenly felt‌‍ another wave of​‍‌ heat rise to​‌ her forehead and⁠​ cheeks.

‘Again…⁠‌ I’m not starting​⁠​ to feel unwell,‌ am I…?’

While‌‍ walking along the​⁠ walls of the‍‌‍ Rochester mansion, she⁠‍⁠ decided she needed‌⁠‌ to be careful‍ not to catch⁠‌​ another cold and‌‌ quickly jumped toward⁠​⁠ the main building.​⁠⁠

It⁠‍⁠ had been a long time since⁠‌ she returned to‌‌ her home, so​‍‍ she thought she‌​​ should talk more​ with Melverot before​​ returning to the‌‌ Ravenclaw territory.

“I​⁠ feel like my‌⁠ temperature is rising‍⁠ again, so I’m‍⁠ going to rest‌⁠ a bit in⁠​​ the main house.​⁠ Maybe I got‌‍‍ too excited walking​ around the mansion‍⁠‍ after so long.”⁠‌‌

“Don’t⁠​​ make everyone worry‍‍⁠ again over something​ as annoying as‍‍ a cold. If‍ you repeat it,⁠⁠‍ you’ll only reduce​⁠ my working time.”‌

“Yes,‌ I’ll be careful.”‌‍

Although‌⁠ Melverot spoke coldly,‌​‍ Siern knew her​‍‌ father well.

As⁠​‍ soon as she‌​⁠ entered the great​⁠‍ hall barefoot, he⁠ frowned and stopped‍​​ talking with the​ legal magistrate, as‌‌​ if he already‌​‍ had worry piled​ up.

“Even​‍ a slight increase⁠ in temperature can‍‌ greatly affect the​‍⁠ body. Don’t take‍ it lightly; if‍​ you feel anything‍‌ strange, rest immediately.‌⁠‌ And, if possible,⁠‍ wear shoes.”

“Yes…‍​ but the heat​ has already passed‌‍ now. It’s strange.‌​ Outside I felt⁠ stifled… could it‍​ be that being​ exposed too much‍ to the cold⁠ affects you that‍⁠ much?”

“Is⁠ your mana state⁠‍​ not fine right‌​ now? I heard⁠​​ you protect yourself‍ properly using transformation⁠ magic.”

“Y-yes,⁠‍ but… mmm… I don’t know. Lately​‌‌ my body feels⁠‌‍ fine one moment‍ and bad the​ next.”

“We’ll‍ have to call⁠​‌ a doctor.”

“I-it’s‌⁠‌ not that serious.⁠​‌ Right now I’m​⁠ fine… I think‌⁠‌ the heat just⁠​ rose for a moment while I was outside.”

Melverot⁠ tossed the documents​‍​ he was holding​‌ to the legal​​ magistrate and, with​‍‌ his hand on‍⁠‌ his chin, asked‌ with a grave‌⁠ expression.

“What‍‌ were you doing⁠ outside?”

“Not‍ much… just walking‌⁠ around the mansion‌‌ and looking at​ the snowy plain…​ and watching Dereck‌ train magic.”

“That​⁠‌ man training?”

“Yes.‌​‌ I found it⁠ surprising that even‌​ in this cold‌‌ he’s training to​‍​ reach a higher‍⁠‌ level… and I also felt that‌⁠ he’s not as⁠ distant as he​ seems… like I saw an unexpected‍⁠⁠ side of him…”‍

Siern⁠​⁠ recalled the image⁠‍⁠ of Dereck she​‌ saw every day‌ escorting her kindly‍​ to Rochester with‍​ satisfaction, taking care‌ of her when‌‍⁠ she fell ill,⁠​‌ managing the territory,‌​ and training magic‌ always with a serious face.

As‌⁠⁠ she thought about⁠​ it, the heat‌‌​ rose again, and⁠ she began to​​‍ fan her face⁠‍ with her hand.⁠

“Ah…‍ eh? I think‌ I really don’t‍‍ feel very well.”‍‍‍

“All​⁠ of a sudden…?”​⁠⁠

W-when⁠⁠‍ I think about⁠ Dereck, my temperature​ suddenly rises again…‌‍ i-it’s strange… very​‌ strange…”

Siern‍​⁠ hugged herself, made‌‍ a few small​​⁠ nervous hops, and‌⁠​ shook her head‌‍​ vigorously before bowing‌ to Melverot.

W-well…‍‌ if I stay‍⁠‍ like this, the⁠‍ servants will panic​ again, so I’ll​ go rest immediately.⁠​⁠ Father, please take‍‍ your time as‍​ well.”

Pressing​‌ her burning cheeks,‌⁠ she crossed the‌ great hall and‌​⁠ disappeared into the​​​ corridor, probably heading⁠ to her room.‌​

After​ the door closed—‍‌⁠

Whoosh.‌⁠​

A gust of winter‌‍ wind rushed in⁠⁠‌ through the entrance.‌⁠‌

But‍‍‌ the chill felt⁠‌ by Melverot and‌ the attendants did​ not come from‍ the northern wind.‍‍

The‍‌‍ night before, after⁠‍⁠ Siern’s cold, they‌​‌ had spent the​⁠‍ night in a state of near-emergency⁠‌⁠ alert.

Over‍ a simple cold,⁠ Kalimford and Melverot​⁠‌ had spent the⁠⁠ night with expressions​ as if the‌⁠ world were about‍ to end.

And‍​‍ yet, a hunch‍ told them that‍‍​ something was about‌ to happen that⁠​ would make all⁠ of that seem⁠ trivial.

“Your‍ Grace… t-this is…”‌

“………………‍‍ It’s an emergency.”​‍

At‍ last, the legal⁠ magistrate’s face turned⁠⁠ completely pale.

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