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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 175: Seat of Thorns (3)

Chapter 175: Seat of Thorns (3)

How‌⁠‌ fearsome can an‌ environment be?

Those‌‍‌ who know, know‍‍​ it well.

A noble’s child who⁠‌ pretends to be‍‌‌ upright for a hundred days needs‍‌‌ only to roll‌‍ around the poor​ districts for a month or two‌​ to develop a fierce character; and⁠ someone who has​‌ lived their entire‍⁠ life as a commoner, the moment​ they obtain sudden‌ wealth and enter‌​⁠ high society, begins⁠‌‌ to lift their⁠⁠‍ nose for no​‌‌ reason.

People​‌ can never escape‍ the influence of‍ their environment, and​ there is no‍ one who remains‌​‍ eternally unchanged.

Dereck‍⁠‌ also knew this⁠ deep down, yet​‍‌ when it came‌ to Siern, he‍ held a certainty‍​‌ that was difficult‌⁠​ to put into‌‌‍ words.

That⁠ girl, as if‌⁠​ she embodied the‍‍ white snow piled​⁠ up on the‌‍‍ wasteland, would never‍‍​ forget the metallic‌ scent of blood⁠ engraved in her⁠‌‌ heart—such a conviction.⁠‌‌

Siern‌⁠ was that steadfast,‍ and in fact,​‌⁠ throughout all the⁠​‌ time she learned‍​‍ magic, she never​ abandoned that bestial⁠ temperament.

By⁠⁠ this point, even‌ strolling through Ebelstein’s‌‌⁠ society, wouldn’t that‍‌ distinctive edge grow‍‌ dull?

That​ was what he​‌​ had thought.

However,‌ Dereck had gravely‍‌‌ underestimated the powerful​⁠​ influence of romantic‌ affection.

Falling⁠ in love is‌​‌ a sensation etched‌‌ into humanity as⁠​ instinct; just as​‍ hunger comes when‍‍⁠ one does not⁠ eat and sleep‍ comes when one‌‌ does not sleep,​⁠ it is a feeling that arises‍⁠‌ naturally.

Moreover,​‍‌ that romantic sensitivity⁠‍⁠ is contagious, so‍​​ when playing the‍ role of a young lady in‍‌ Ebelstein’s society, one⁠‍ inevitably becomes steeped⁠‍‍ in it.

Even⁠⁠ a girl who⁠ has lived nothing⁠‌ but a life​ bathed in blood‍​​ can spread rosy‌ wings of reverie.​

No​ one would call​​‌ that a sin.‌‌‍

At‍⁠ the very least,​‍ the image of‍‍ Siern sitting beside‍ Dereck, nervously twisting‌​ her hands, looked‍‌‍ less like that​​ of an assassin⁠‍ and more like​​⁠ that of an​ ordinary girl, embarrassed.​‌‌

What‍ would Melverot think‌​‍ upon seeing this,​ he who wished​‌‌ for Siern to‍⁠⁠ live as an​​ ordinary noble?

It‌‌‍ was impossible to‌‌​ predict.

But‍‌‍ generally speaking, a father’s gaze toward‌‌‌ the man who​​‍ has stolen his⁠⁠ daughter’s heart cannot​​ be called friendly,​ even as a courtesy.

“Dereck…‌​‌ hey… can I take your hand​ just once?”

Siern,‍ her face completely‌‌ red as if⁠‍‍ she had made‍​‌ a momentous declaration,‌ made one doubt‌‌ whether she truly​‌⁠ was the beast⁠‌ of the north​⁠⁠ who killed with​ empty eyes and‍‍ bathed in blood.‌⁠‌

She,⁠ destined to commit‍​​ murder with indifference‌‌ and walk along‌‍ paths soaked in​‍⁠ red.

Melverot’s‍⁠⁠ wish that she‌​​ somehow become an​ ordinary noble was​‍⁠ being fulfilled, but‌‍ in a direction​‍ different from what​​ he had imagined.​⁠‍

“…”⁠

In​⁠​ the brief instant‌⁠ when Dereck closed⁠​ and opened his‍ eyes, he passed⁠‍ through a span​ of deliberation that,‌⁠‌ to his perception,​​‌ was equivalent to‌ eons.

Judging⁠⁠‍ by how she‍‍ was, Siern did‍⁠ not even seem​‌ to clearly understand​‌‌ what the feeling‍⁠ she harbored actually​‌‍ was.

Would‍‍⁠ it be better​ to raise a clear, decisive wall,​⁠ or to adopt‌‍‌ a mature attitude⁠‍​ and accept that‍​‍ fleeting emotion, then⁠ let it flow‍‌ away?

“I‍​​ thought something like​ this would happen​‌‌ someday.”

Dereck​ was the standard-bearer⁠‌‌ of ladies’ education,‍ the most famous⁠‍‍ instructor in Ebelstein.⁠⁠‍

Even‍ among his disciples,‍ each one was‍ capable of shaking​⁠ the entire nobility.​‍‌

But‌⁠‌ working surrounded by⁠ women, situations like‍⁠⁠ this were bound‍⁠ to occur.

Affection​ between master and​‍ disciple can be‌ beautiful and noble,⁠​ but over time,‍‍⁠ it sometimes tries‍‌ to transform into‌ something between a man and a woman.

He​⁠‍ had thought that‍‍​ when that time‌​ came, he would‌​ have to handle⁠‍ it well, but​⁠⁠ he had never‍ set a concrete‍​‍ guideline.

And⁠​ it is natural​ to imagine, “What‌⁠ do I do⁠​​ if a student‌⁠​ falls deeply in​‍ love with me?”‌‌
—such a narcissistic‍‍⁠ and unpleasant thought‍‌‍ that it is⁠ embarrassing just to‌​ have it.

There‌‍​ is a limit⁠​ even to excessive⁠ self-awareness.

No⁠‍‌ one could reproach​ him for having​​ postponed this concern‍ out of naïveté⁠ or lack of‍ reflection.

Even​⁠ so, now he⁠ had to respond.⁠‌⁠

Siern‍ Alaina Rochester was,‍‌​ in a sense,​ an extremely fortunate⁠‌ person as a mage, protected and​ loved by two‍ six-star mages.

But‌​‍ excessive paternal love​⁠​ sometimes becomes a thorn.

Dereck‌​⁠ did not feel‌​ capable of enduring​ the piercing gazes‌⁠‍ of two six-star​⁠ mages, capable of​ incinerating an entire‍ region with a flick of a finger.

He‌ swallowed and spoke‌⁠ in a lower,‍ restrained tone.

“Lady​ Siern.”

“I-I’m‍‌‌ sorry… Dereck. I said something very‌ strange, didn’t I?‌‍ Lately I have​‍​ too many useless​‍⁠ thoughts and… sometimes‌‍ I speak without‌ thinking…”

Siern⁠ suddenly hugged her⁠ knees, reddening all​ the way to⁠‌ her ears, and‌⁠​ began fanning her‌‍ face, unable to⁠ bear the heat.​

Her⁠ voice, as always,⁠‍ remained cold and‍ calm, like snow​⁠⁠ falling in silence.‍

She​​‌ rarely became agitated‍​‌ or made a fuss.

Even​ so, now she​ avoided his gaze.⁠⁠

She⁠​​ did not try⁠ to run away​⁠‍ or awkwardly change‍​ the subject.

With⁠​⁠ a reaction like‌‍‍ that, Dereck could​​ not pretend indifference⁠​ and let it⁠‌​ pass.

Ignoring​ a young woman’s​‍ affection while secretly​ enjoying her interest⁠​ was not an⁠ option for him.​

Dereck​​​ was a straightforward‌‌ man.

But⁠ if someone fell​ in love with‍ a person like​⁠ that, they had​⁠ to be prepared‌‌ to receive a direct question.

“Lady‍ Siern, do you⁠​⁠ have feelings for​⁠⁠ me?”

“Hiiek…!”⁠​

Siern​ did not have‍ the ability to​‍‌ take such a frontal blow.

The‌⁠ question struck her‍‍ squarely in the‍‌ chest; no physical​​‌ damage, but her‌ breathing was blocked.‍​⁠

Even⁠‍ so, her animal‌ instinct managed to​ react.

“O-of‍ course I like​‍ you! You’re the​​​ one who took‌⁠ me out of‍‌ the tower where‍​ I was locked‍‌‌ away!”

“I‍‌​ don’t mean that,​‍ but feelings between​‍‍ a man and‌‍ a woman. In⁠ society, people talk‍‌ a lot about​​​ that sort of⁠⁠ thing, don’t they?”⁠​

“H-hi-hiiik!”‌​​

In​‌ a way, Dereck‍‍ was being cruel.‌​

Maintaining⁠‍ an ambiguous stance⁠ and letting everything‍‍ blur away is​⁠ cruel; but being‍⁠ this direct is‍⁠‌ cruel as well.⁠

Even⁠⁠​ so, expressing one’s⁠ own will clearly‌⁠ and cleanly is‌‌⁠ the best thing​‍ for both parties.⁠

It​ was evident that‍ he was acting⁠‌ this way out‌‍ of consideration for⁠​ Siern.

In⁠‍ relationships between men​⁠​ and women, it‌⁠ is said that​⁠ the one who‍⁠‍ falls in love⁠ first loses.

If‌ it was unfair‌‍ to take the​‌‌ blow, perhaps one‍‌ should not have‍​​ fallen in love.​‌

Even​‍ if it was​​ unfair to Siern,‌ that was reality.‍​‌

“If​‍​ you think that‍‍ way, then I can’t take it​‍⁠ lightly either…”

“W-what⁠​ are you saying,‍‌ Dereck? You have⁠⁠‍ excessive self-awareness too!‌‌ If you talk‌‍⁠ like that, you‌‌ put me in​‌ a bind…!”

No‌ matter how seasoned​‍​ in blood she‌‌ was, in these‌ matters she was​ still inexperienced.

Interrupting‍‍​ him with a trembling voice and‌ jumping to her⁠‍​ feet was practically‍ a confession.

Of‍ course, she was‍‍​ not aware of‍​ it.

Her⁠ mind, overloaded, had‍⁠ no space to​‍ process anything else.‍

“T-this…⁠‍ I’m very confused,‌‌ so… I-I’ll go‍‌​ rest for a bit… No, about​ the self-awareness and‍ all that… sorry,‍‌​ no, do I have to apologize?⁠‍ Or not? I don’t know… Anyway,⁠‍‌ that’s not it,‍⁠ no…”

“Lady‌⁠⁠ Siern, please go‍​‌ and rest.”

“You‌ don’t have to​⁠​ tell me, I’ll​‍‍ do it! And‍‌ you, train magic​ properly!”

With​ that, Siern left⁠⁠​ almost as if⁠‍ fleeing, pressing her‌‍​ cheeks.

Dereck‍ remained seated, lifting‌​ his gaze to‍‍⁠ watch the snow⁠ fall softly once‌ more.

Whatever‌‍ happened from here‍⁠‍ on out depended​ entirely on Siern.‌

***‌‍‌

The‌ next day, murderous​ intent had gathered⁠ in the eyes‍​ of Kalimford, who​​‍ stood in the‌​⁠ training field.

He​⁠ looked as though‌‍​ he had spent‌‍ the night sunk‍‍‌ in deep anguish.‍​

Just⁠ by seeing his⁠ expression, Dereck immediately‍‍​ understood the situation.⁠‍

In​ fact, after witnessing‍ Siern’s naïve and‌ transparent reaction, not​ realizing it would⁠ have been stranger.‍

She‌ believed she was​‌‌ hiding her feelings,​⁠​ but in truth,‌‍ it was useless.​

First⁠⁠⁠ love makes people⁠​ transparent.

“Let‍ us begin today’s​​ training.”

From‌⁠​ Kalimford, who always‍⁠‍ seemed to transcend‌⁠ reality, there now​‍ emanated a peculiar‌⁠ seriousness.

Dereck​​ knew it by‍ instinct.

The‍⁠‍ battle about to‌​ begin would be⁠ tinged with personal‌​ emotions.

‘…’​‍‍

It​‍ was unfair to‌⁠ earn that kind⁠ of resentment.

Dereck‍​ had done nothing⁠​ wrong.

And‍ Kalimford knew that​‍‍ too, which was‌ why he neither⁠⁠ scolded nor accused‌​‍ him of anything.⁠‌‌

However,‍⁠​ emotions do not​⁠⁠ always walk hand‍​ in hand with‍‍⁠ reason.

The‌​ atmosphere Kalimford exuded,​‌ as if he​ wished to personally‍⁠​ verify the true​ nature of the‌ man who had‌‌ “bewitched” his daughter,​‍ made him seem⁠ like someone without​​⁠ blood or tears.​‌‍

For⁠ Dereck, the situation​​‌ felt strange, as​⁠⁠ if he had‌​ asked for his⁠​ daughter’s hand without​ realizing it.

Even⁠ so, he could‍​ not say it​⁠​ was entirely bad.⁠‌

The‍​ reason was somewhat‌ complicated.

Wham!‌

Whoosh!‍​

Graaah!⁠⁠​

Dragging‌ the tip of​⁠ his staff across⁠ the ground, Kalimford​ traversed the training​ field with his‍‌​ characteristic posture.

There​​ were no chants​‍ nor visible gestures,‍⁠‌ yet spells flew‌‌⁠ mercilessly.

It​ was so fast​ that following them‍‍⁠ with the eyes‍⁠‌ was impossible.

It‍ did not feel‍​​ as though the‌​​ spells were flying⁠‌​ toward him, but‌​ rather as if‌‍‌ they were springing⁠‍⁠ directly from the​ air.

Even​‌​ for Dereck, whose‌‍⁠ mastery of detection⁠ magic already surpassed‍‌ that of many‍ advanced mages, it⁠ was absurdly fast.⁠​⁠

For‌ an ordinary mage,‍ reacting would have‌‌​ been impossible.

Whoosh!​‌

Wham!⁠‍‍

Dereck​ drew his longsword‌‌​ with one hand‌ and held a dagger in a reverse grip with‍‍ the other as‍ he evaded.

Blocking​​ everything was impossible.⁠⁠

Kalimford’s​ mana control was⁠⁠​ completely beyond conventional​​ rules.

Just​‍‌ facing him made‍ the air turn​ suffocating.

The⁠‍⁠ pressure was even⁠ greater than on‌⁠ the first day‍​⁠ of training.

This⁠⁠‌ time, Dereck could‍​ feel it clearly.​⁠

There‌‍⁠ were emotions mixed⁠‍⁠ into every attack.⁠

‘So⁠ up until now‍‌ he had been‍‍ holding back—of course,‍ from the start​‍⁠ it was absurd⁠⁠ to think a six-star mage would‌ use his true‌ power against me.’⁠‍⁠

Amid‌‍⁠ those lethal spells,⁠​ Dereck felt excitement⁠‍ run down his⁠​‍ spine.

There​‌ was still so⁠‍ much left to⁠ learn.

He‌​​ could raise his⁠​‌ magical level even​ further.

That‍ intoxicating pleasure he‌‍​ felt whenever he​‍ faced a deadly‌⁠ crisis began to‍‍ envelop him.

Facing‍‍⁠ a six-star mage,⁠ he did not⁠‌ feel crushed by‍‍ the pressure.

On⁠‍ the contrary, his‌‌ desire to climb​ higher burned even⁠‍ more fiercely.

He‌ was the type⁠ of person who‌‍‍ found pleasure in‌​‍ absorbing magic itself.‍‌⁠

Normally,​‌ six-star mages feel‍‌ an enormous weight⁠‌​ of responsibility for​‌‍ their power.

Even‌ in training bouts,⁠‍‍ they rarely show‍​​ their true strength.⁠‍

But‍‌​ now, every strike‌​‍ from Kalimford carried⁠⁠ a clear and⁠‌ heavy intent.

If​‌⁠ he did not‌​​ evade or deflect⁠⁠ it, the damage‌ would be real.⁠‍⁠

There‌‌ was confidence that‌​ Dereck could endure⁠⁠ it—but there was‍⁠‍ also a subtle‍‍ hostility.

Thinking‌‌​ of it that‌ way might be​‍‌ inappropriate, but—

Hadn’t‌​⁠ Siern been an‌⁠⁠ excellent difficulty regulator?⁠⁠

That⁠​‍ thought crossed his​ mind as a delicious tension ran​ through his arms.⁠‍

It​ was not common​‌‌ for a six-star⁠​ mage to take‌‍ a duel this‌ seriously.

It‍‍​ was practically a real battle.

Every​ exchange was new.​​⁠

These‌⁠‍ were not clumsy​​ attacks like those​ of magical beasts,​⁠​ but calculated blows,​ anticipating each of‌ Dereck’s movements and‍‌‍ striking at his‌‍‍ openings.

‘Every​‌‌ time I deflect‍ one, I gain​ a new understanding.’‌‌

‘Definitely,⁠ only when facing⁠ an enemy with‍⁠​ clear hostility… can‌ you learn this‍ much…’

An⁠‌ avalanche of knowledge⁠⁠‌ struck his mind.​

Mana⁠⁠‌ arrows, shockwaves, earth​ upheavals, mana blades,‌‍ golem summons, illusions,‍⁠ freezing.

Magic⁠‍​ from one star⁠‌ to four stars‍ assaulted him in⁠ countless forms.

Even‍⁠ the simplest spells​​⁠ contained a different‌​ depth.

Amid‍​ all of that,​ Dereck felt his​⁠ gaze reach something‌​ higher.

‘If‍​⁠ I extend my‍ hand, I might‍​ reach it.’

In‌‍ the midst of⁠ that torrent of⁠​‍ experience, a secret⁠‍ zone he had‌‌​ never been able‌ to touch seemed⁠ within reach.

Extend​‌‌ your hand.

Even​ if it seems⁠‍​ impossible, if you⁠‌⁠ extend it, you⁠⁠​ will touch it.‌‍

With⁠⁠⁠ only four-star magic,‍‌ he could never‍ surpass the maturity⁠ of that mage.⁠‌

He‍‌‌ needed to reach‌‍ a new domain.‌‌‍

Thunk!‍

A massive ice lance⁠⁠ slammed into the‌ ground to Dereck’s‍​⁠ right.

Whoosh!​

Flash!​‌‌

Wham!‍‌​

His​⁠ eyes flew wide​‌ open.

The‍‍ attack had come⁠ from a direction‌‍ he had not⁠ perceived at all.⁠

It​‌‍ was a technique‍ that used the‌ opponent’s mana against‌ them.

He​‍‌ had believed he‍⁠‍ had understood it‍ completely.

But​‍⁠ for Kalimford, that‌⁠⁠ level of control​ was merely the‍‌ basics.

‘Confusion⁠ magic at least…‍‌⁠ five stars…’

Perception‌ Adjustment, five-star confusion‌ magic.

A spell that directly⁠⁠‌ interferes with the⁠‍‍ opponent’s magical perception,⁠​​ making certain types⁠ of magic not⁠ even be recognized.‌⁠⁠

It‍⁠ was an unfair‍‍ spell that guaranteed‌ victory in almost​ any duel, and‍‌ one that only‍ another five-star mage‌‍ could counter.

Dereck‍⁠⁠ had thought Kalimford⁠​⁠ mastered confusion at‍‌⁠ the four-star level.⁠⁠

But‍ he had already‌⁠ reached the five-star​​​ domain.

It‍ was a level‍ beyond the human.‍‌⁠

‘Maybe…‌⁠ I can do‌‍‌ it…’

Dereck’s‌ eyes shone.

Since⁠⁠​ the time he‌ learned magic with‌‍ Katia, confusion had​‍‌ been one of‍ his specialties.

Perhaps‍​‌ he could imitate‍​ even a fraction‍⁠ of a five-star​​ magic.

In‍ the midst of​ that brutal duel,‌⁠‍ a boundary that‌ seemed reachable appeared‌‌​ before him.

And‍​‍ in that instant—⁠‍‌

Wham!‍‌

Squish!⁠

Blood⁠ burst violently from‌⁠ the ice lance⁠⁠ deeply embedded.

His‍‍ vision blurred.

Even​​ if it was⁠⁠‍ training, the wound⁠‌‍ was far too‌⁠​ severe.

The‍ amount of blood​‌‍ gushing out was⁠‌ not normal.

The​​⁠ world seemed to⁠‍ sway.

Dereck​​ fell to his⁠⁠ knees and braced​ one hand against⁠ the ground.

“Haah…!‍ Ngh…”

“…!”‍

For⁠​ the first time,​‌​ Kalimford’s face filled⁠⁠ with dismay.

Dereck’s‌‍‍ response had been⁠​ too skillful.

He⁠‌ had raised the‌⁠ level again and​​ again until crossing‌​ the line.

He​‍‌ had assumed he‌⁠‌ would endure that‍‌⁠ as well.

‘Damn⁠‍ it…’

Blood‍‍ soaked the ground.⁠‍‌

Though‌⁠​ the desire to‍ learn still burned​ in his eyes,⁠‍ his body no​‌ longer responded.

Even⁠‌‌ so, Dereck clenched​‌‌ his teeth and⁠⁠ tried to stand.⁠⁠​

He‍‌ had to materialize​ what he had​ understood.

That‌ obsession bordering on‌‌‍ madness for magic​ made him ignore‌⁠ even the blood‍ pouring out.

“Cough…⁠ cough…! I can‌‌‌ still… still…”

His⁠‌‌ will to continue​ fighting, even covered‍‍‌ in blood, seemed⁠​⁠ monstrous.

A red gleam ignited⁠ in his eyes.‌

But‍‌ his consciousness was⁠⁠ beginning to fade.⁠‌

“Medical⁠⁠‍ team! Bring the‌ medical team!”

Seeing‌ him on his‌⁠‌ knees, bleeding without‍ stopping, the servants​​ rushed in en‌ masse.

The‌‌‌ maids came out‌ sweating cold, the​⁠ attendants moved frantically.⁠‍

The‌​‍ training field, once⁠ silent, filled with⁠⁠ murmurs.

Kalimford‌⁠ was about to‍‌‍ say something when—‍

“Dereck!”‌

A familiar shout echoed⁠⁠ from a corner.⁠‍‌

When‌‍ everyone turned, the​ girl was already‍⁠‍ running toward the​​ field.

“Dereck!​‍​ Dereck! Are you⁠‍ okay?! The bleeding…⁠⁠ it’s too much!”​

With​ a pale face,⁠​​ Siern threw herself‌ toward him upon‌‌‍ seeing the nearly‌ fatal wound.

In⁠⁠⁠ Dereck’s eyes, the‍‍‍ will to reach⁠⁠⁠ what he had‌⁠ seen still burned,‌⁠​ but his body‍‍​ no longer obeyed.⁠

Little‍⁠⁠ by little, he‌‍​ collapsed to his⁠⁠ knees, losing strength.‌

“Dereck…!⁠ Quickly…! Move him⁠ immediately!”

Holding⁠ the wound in​​​ desperation, Siern urged⁠ the servants on.‍‌‍

The⁠‍‌ most experienced began‌​‍ to move with‌ precision, bringing stretchers‍⁠ and applying first‌ aid.

The‌‌⁠ wound was absurdly‍ deep.

Too‍ deep to be‌ the result of⁠ mere training.

Then⁠‍ Siern turned her‍⁠‌ head and looked‌‌‍ at Kalimford.

In⁠ her cold eyes⁠‍ was reflected the‍​​ same implacable ice​‌ of the northern‌ lands.

“…………”​​

The​​‍ legendary hero who‍‌ had saved the‍‌​ kingdom was drenched⁠​ in cold sweat.​​‍

Never‍​ in his life‍​‍ had he sweated‌ so much.

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