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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 176: Seat of Thorns (4)

Chapter 176: Seat of Thorns (4)

Dereck‍⁠ was certain he‌ was dreaming the​⁠‌ moment his vision‌⁠‍ returned.

The⁠ place was Duke​​​ Duplain’s study.

There⁠⁠⁠ he was, the​ great Duke Duplain,‍⁠ a figure who‌ had left this⁠ world long ago,‍‌‌ moving his quill‍ smoothly as he​‌​ focused on his⁠‍‌ work.

The‍​ beard of just‍ the right length,​⁠ the keen gaze,⁠ and the imposing‌‍‍ bearing.

He⁠‌‍ was the very⁠‍​ image of the⁠​ man who symbolized⁠ the golden age‌​ of the Duplain‍⁠ family.

That​⁠​ was the first​‌‌ day Dereck saw‌⁠ him.

Duke‌ Duplain was the‌‌‍ first 5-star mage⁠‌ Dereck ever met.‌‌

Back‍ then, when he​ had just escaped⁠‌ the slums and‍​ begun to immerse‍‍ himself in the‌‌⁠ noble world, the‌ pressure emanating from​‍ that 5-star mage‍‍ had been so⁠⁠‌ intense that he‍ had not even‍ dared to speak​ to him.

With‍⁠​ a single exchange⁠‍ of glances, that‍​ man had measured‌⁠‌ Dereck’s level.

With​⁠⁠ his mature perception,​ he had grasped‌ his intentions and‌‍ crushed the strength​⁠​ of a Dereck‌​‍ who had only⁠​‌ just entered the‍‌ 2-star rank solely⁠ with his gaze.‍​

That‍⁠‌ memory remained vivid.​

The⁠‌ realm of 5 stars, a domain‍‌‌ that seemed absolutely‍ unattainable.

Yet​⁠‍ after countless years‌​‌ of advancing without‌⁠‌ stopping, now that‌‌​ he lifted his‌ head again, he‌⁠‍ felt he was⁠‌‍ almost about to⁠⁠​ reach that level‌​ where the duke​‌ had stood.

Although​⁠​ Dereck was still‌ young, his magical‌‍⁠ level was drawing‌ dangerously close to​​ that of the​ family head mages.‌​

Only⁠‌ one more step​​⁠ remained.

If‌⁠ he could surpass‍ a certain invisible‍ limit, he would⁠⁠ finally be able⁠‍ to see the‌ same landscape they‍‌⁠ beheld.

Dereck⁠​‍ closed his eyes‌ once and opened​‌ them again.

The‌ sovereign who had⁠​ ruled the world​⁠ had changed.

Now‌‌ he was a corpse.

Seated​‍⁠ in the chair,⁠ with a pale​‍‌ face, he had⁠⁠‌ met an empty​⁠‍ end after being‍⁠⁠ caught up in⁠ the effects of‍ black magic.

Wherever⁠ high-level black mages⁠‌ appeared, wandering spirits⁠‍ always swirled.

The‍ Duplain family’s banquet‍‌ hall, reduced to‍‌ ruins.

Behind​​ the main seat,​⁠⁠ where the duke’s⁠⁠ body lay, a small-statured girl appeared.‌

Hair⁠‌‍ and eyes of⁠‌‍ a soft lilac‌​ hue.

She⁠​​ was a 6-star‍​ black mage.

She⁠ had the appearance​​ of a delicate‌‍ young noble lady,⁠ but without a doubt she was⁠‌⁠ a researcher of​​ the forbidden, someone‌ who profaned corpses‌ and manipulated souls.⁠‌​

The‌ girl crossed the​‍ hall humming, took‍ a few light⁠ steps, and when‌‍ she turned, she​ looked at Dereck‌ while saying something.​

He⁠ could not hear‍​‌ those words clearly,​ but Fina smiled‍​​ calmly and waved‌‌ her hand, as⁠‌​ if it were​‌‍ of no importance.‌‍

Dereck​‌‌ frowned and strained‍‌ his ears.

Then,‍‍​ as if making‌ a special concession,​‍ Fina approached and‌‌​ whispered into his‍ ear.

“I’ll​ come get you⁠​​ soon. My adorable⁠‍‍ disciple.”

“Even​​ if you try⁠ to reject me.”‌⁠‍

Dereck⁠ opened his eyes⁠‌​ abruptly.

The‍‍​ maid who was⁠‍ changing his damp‍ towel jumped in‍‌ surprise.

“Hiiek…!”‌⁠

Dereck​​ tried to sit‌⁠‍ up without saying⁠‍‍ anything, but a sharp pain that‌⁠ ran through his​‌⁠ shoulder made him​⁠ shudder for a moment.

Even⁠⁠‍ so, he was‍‌ someone with exceptional‌​ pain tolerance.

With​​ effort, he managed​⁠‍ to lift his⁠ torso and look‍‍‌ around.

The‍​‌ room was filled‍ with implements to‍​‍ ward off the​ cold.

The‍ walls and interior​ were covered with⁠‍ furs, and the​​ fireplace crackled with‌‍‌ a constant fire.​‌

Thick,‍‌​ high-quality blankets were‍‍​ piled atop the‍⁠ luxurious bed.

The⁠⁠ maid, wringing out‌ a cloth in‍‍ warm water, quickly​‍ composed her expression‌ and spoke.

“Baron‍ Ravenclaw… you’ve awakened.‍⁠‌ You were unconscious​​​ for nearly half‍​ a day.”

“Half‍​ a day?”

“Yes,⁠ sir…”

When⁠‍ Dereck turned his⁠​ head, he saw​​ Siern.

She‍ was sitting on⁠ the other side‌​‌ of the bed,‍ her head resting⁠ against it, breathing⁠‌‍ softly as she​ slept.

Just‌​⁠ before losing consciousness,‌‍‍ he thought he‍ had heard her‍​‌ voice.

Dereck‍ ran a hand​⁠‍ over his face​ several times and⁠⁠ let out a long sigh.

“I‌​ felt like I was just about‌​‌ to understand something…”​

Because​‌ of Siern’s involvement,‍ Kalimford had not⁠​⁠ been able to‍ hold back completely.⁠⁠

Under​ normal circumstances, he‍ would never have​⁠‌ experienced a training⁠ bout so close​ to the boundary​ between life and‍​‍ death.

Thanks‍ to that, he⁠⁠‌ had been able‌​‌ to exchange magic⁠​⁠ with a 6-star‌⁠⁠ mage to the‍ very limit.

In‍ a way, perhaps‍⁠ he should be⁠ grateful to Siern.‌​⁠

But‍‌ the training stopped‌ just when he‌⁠‍ was about to‍‍ grasp something essential.‌⁠

If‌‍⁠ only he had⁠ endured a little‌ longer.

If​‌​ he had managed‌​ to manifest the⁠‍ magic just one⁠ more time.

Perhaps⁠⁠‌ he would have⁠ opened an entirely​‍‍ new domain, something⁠⁠ he had never​‌ reached before.

The‌‌​ feeling of having‍⁠ been so close‍⁠‍ made him feel​​ suffocated, restless.

‘Just​‌ one more time…‌ just one more‌ time…’

Just​​ having awakened after⁠ losing consciousness due‍‌‍ to blood loss,​‍ those were his⁠​‍ thoughts.

If‌ it allowed him‌⁠⁠ to raise his‌‌⁠ magical level even​‌ further, Dereck considered⁠‌ a serious injury⁠‍‍ to be no‌⁠ big deal.

Before‍‌ that sensation faded‍‍‍ from his fingers,‍‌ he wanted to‍​ face Kalimford again⁠ in a real⁠​⁠ battle.

It​⁠⁠ was at that​ moment that that‌ unbearable desire began⁠ to burn in‌ his chest.

Creaak.⁠‍

The‍​‌ door opened with​‍ a creak.

As‌​​ the saying goes,⁠​ speak of the​‌ tiger and it‍ will appear.

Kalimford​⁠​ entered the room.‌‍

His​​​ body was visibly⁠ exhausted.

He‍​ surveyed the interior​⁠ and, upon confirming​⁠ that Dereck had‍‌ awakened, opened his⁠​ eyes wide.

“Y-you’ve…​‌‌ you’ve awakened. Is​⁠ Siern… asleep?”

“Yes.‌​ It seems she‌ stayed by his​⁠‍ side the whole⁠ time.”

“She‍ follows you more‌ than I imagined.​‍‌ When you collapsed‌ bleeding… all the‍⁠ color drained from‌⁠‌ her face.”

Kalimford​ gestured to the⁠​ maid.

She​ gathered her things,​⁠‍ bowed, and left‌‌ the room, apparently‍‍ to inform Melverot.⁠​‍

Kalimford‌⁠‌ approached and sat⁠‍ down on the​​ care chair beside‌⁠‍ the bed, setting‌‍‌ his staff aside.​⁠⁠

“I‌‍‌ must begin by‌⁠‍ apologizing. My body‍ no longer responds‍⁠‍ as it did‌ in my prime,‍‌⁠ and on top‍ of that I let my emotions​⁠⁠ get the better‌ of me. I made a grave​​ mistake.”

“There’s⁠⁠ no need. Thanks​ to you showing​⁠​ your strength without‍ holding back, I learned many things.”‌​‍

Dereck‌⁠ pressed the bandage⁠‌​ on his shoulder‌⁠⁠ several times.

It​ was a pain‌⁠ that would make‌‍ an ordinary person‍‌ scream, but he​​ endured it, clenching‌ his teeth for‍ a moment.

“I⁠​ wish we had‌ exchanged magic at‍⁠​ that level from‌ the very beginning.”⁠​​

“Don’t⁠ even joke about‍‌‍ that. If this‌⁠ had been a battlefield and not⁠‌‍ training, you could​‌‌ have suffered permanent​ damage without receiving​​ treatment in time.”‍

“That’s‍⁠ true, but how​ can one grow​⁠⁠ quickly without taking‌ any risks?”

Dereck​ spoke with a serious gaze.

“This​⁠​ wound will heal​‍‌ soon. When I can move again,⁠ I’ll ask you​‌‍ to train with​ me again in​ the same way.⁠‍‍ To learn something,‌⁠ this level of‍‌ intensity is necessary.‍⁠ In fact, I think I understood​‍ something about confusion‍ magic…”

“That‍​ will be difficult.”​‍

“…What?”‌

Dereck​⁠ raised his head.‍⁠

Kalimford​⁠ avoided his gaze,​‍ sweating cold, with‍‍ an awkward expression‍⁠‌ unbefitting a great​‍⁠ legendary mage.

It⁠‍ struck him as⁠⁠ strange.

“Did‍‍​ Siern… get very‍ angry…?”

“…”​​‍

“She​​‍ didn’t raise her⁠⁠ voice or say​ anything, but she​⁠ looked at me⁠⁠ with such coldness​ that it felt​​ like a knife‍ was being driven​‌ into my chest.”⁠‍

Kalimford’s‌⁠ face was even​⁠ paler than Dereck’s.⁠

When⁠‍⁠ asked what had⁠‍ happened while he​‌‍ was unconscious, he‌ replied in a trembling voice.

“After​ tending to your​‌ wound, I went⁠⁠‌ to look for​‌ Siern to explain‌‍ the situation. We‌‌ crossed paths in​⁠ the hallway…”

“Yes…”​​

“Hmph.”​

With​ that cold gesture,‌ Siern turned her‌ head and passed⁠⁠ by Kalimford without‍‍ stopping.

“Damn⁠ it… I’ve spent‌ my whole life‌‌‌ perfecting mana control,‌ and yet I failed at something‍ so basic… I made an unforgivable​‌⁠ mistake…”

“Ah…‍⁠‌ it wasn’t that‌​ serious. I don’t‌ think you should‌ blame yourself so⁠‌​ much.”

“No.​‍ It was my‍‌‍ responsibility. I failed‌​‌ you, Dereck. So…‍⁠‍ allow me to‍‌​ ask you for​⁠‍ something.”

“No,‍ don’t say ask.⁠‍​ That puts me‍⁠​ in a bind.”⁠

“No.​ This is the⁠‍‍ greatest favor I will ask of​ you in my‍​⁠ entire life.”

Kalimford‍‌​ firmly grasped Dereck’s⁠‍ forearm and spoke⁠‍ with a gaze‍ full of supplication.‌

“When​⁠ Siern wakes up…​​​ could you please​‌⁠ speak well of‍ me to her…?‌ I beg you…”‌‍​

Even⁠​‌ if he was‌​ the great mage‌⁠ who had slain⁠ the great demon⁠‍ Noir, in front​ of his own⁠‍⁠ daughter he had‍‍⁠ no chance at​‌ all.

If‌⁠ someone were to‌‍ say that there⁠ existed a person‌​ capable of subduing‍​ Kalimford with just‌‌ a glance, who‌ would believe it?⁠‌⁠

Siern‌‍ could do it.​​‌

Even‍⁠ if Dereck stated‌‍ it with absolute​​⁠ certainty, probably no⁠ one would believe‌⁠​ him.

“Please…​‍ if I continue‍‍ to be hated‌⁠ by Siern like⁠⁠ this… what reason‌‌​ do I have‌ to go on‌​‍ living…? If you‌ just speak well​‍​ of me, perhaps‍​​ Siern might soften‌⁠‍ her heart…”

“Ah…​‌​ yes…”

Faced‌ with Kalimford’s desperate‍​‍ attitude, Dereck was​ unable to refuse.⁠

***⁠‌​

“Siern…‌​ clicked her tongue‌‌‌ and turned away…?”⁠⁠

“That’s‍‌ right… Melverot… I no longer have⁠‍ any reason to‍ go on living…”​‍‌

“Damn⁠​‌ it, Kalimford. You’re⁠⁠⁠ an annoying fellow,​​⁠ but I never​ wanted you to​ face such a cruel trial…”

When⁠⁠ Kalimford returned to⁠ Melverot’s study, he​​ looked like someone‍​⁠ whose soul had‍ been ripped out.‌

Of‍ course, being an​​​ old friend of⁠‌ Melverot’s, Siern had​ not openly insulted​ him or treated‍‍‌ him with hostility.⁠‌​

However,‍ he had the‍ premonition that she‌​⁠ would never treat⁠‍⁠ him with closeness‌‌⁠ again.

With‌‍ an empty expression,⁠‍ Kalimford began scratching‌​ his already gaunt⁠⁠ face.

“Melverot…​ I think my⁠ life ends here.​⁠ I’ve endured for‍ years with this​‌​ withered body. Yes…​‍‍ when the effects​‍‌ of necromantic magic​ end, this fragile​ life will disappear.‍ This is where‍​ I put a period. Live well,​‍ Melverot…”

“Wait.​​‌ Don’t draw conclusions⁠‌ so quickly. Perhaps⁠‌​ Siern’s mood is⁠ just low right​‌ now. With time,​⁠ she might treat​ you kindly again.”‌​

“That…⁠ may be… but‌ there is no​​ hope. If Siern​​ keeps clicking her​‌​ tongue when she⁠ sees me or‌⁠ shooting me icy​‌⁠ looks… how am‌​‍ I supposed to‍⁠ react? Damn it…‍​ I never imagined⁠​​ I would face‍⁠ such a merciless⁠‌ trial…”

“Calm⁠ down, Kalimford. There​⁠ must be some‍ solution.”

For‌‍ Melverot, known for‍⁠⁠ his sharp tongue,‍⁠ to show such‍​‍ a conciliatory attitude​‍ was unusual.

For⁠‍⁠ both of them,⁠‌‍ being openly hated‍ by Siern felt⁠ like unimaginable suffering.​‍

Melverot‍‍ rested his chin⁠ on his hand‍​‍ and said.

“Fortunately,⁠‍ Siern is still⁠ favorable toward me.‍‌ I’ll cooperate as‍ best I can.”​‌

“R-really…?”‌

“From​ what I heard,​⁠ she’s currently in‌ the room where‌ Baron Ravenclaw is​​‌ resting. I’ll take‍ the opportunity to​ check on his​‍‌ condition and speak​‍ with him directly.”⁠​

As‍ a result, Melverot⁠ arrived at the‌​​ room where Dereck⁠⁠ was resting, accompanied‌ by several servants.​‍

When⁠​‍ Dereck startled, Melverot⁠ gestured for him‍‌ to keep quiet.‍​​

Then⁠‌​ he observed Siern,‌‍⁠ who was sleeping⁠​ soundly with her‍‌ head resting on⁠⁠ Dereck’s legs, and⁠‌ sat down beside⁠ him with heavy⁠⁠ steps.

“M-Melverot,​⁠ sir… to what‍ do we owe‍ your personal visit…?”​‍⁠

“I​ won’t speak at‌‌‌ length. Just answer⁠ what I ask‍⁠‌ you.”

Dereck‌‍ knew well that‍ Melverot cherished Siern‌​ just as much‌ as Kalimford did,​‌ even if he‌⁠ did not show‍ it openly.

Dealing​ with Kalimford was‌⁠ already difficult; now​⁠ feeling Melverot’s pressure‌ with that piercing⁠ gaze left him⁠ completely at a loss.

When⁠‍ Dereck looked at​‍⁠ him nervously, Melverot‍​​ spoke in a low voice.

“Is⁠ there anything that⁠⁠‍ makes you uncomfortable​‌ during your stay⁠‌‌ here?”

“Huh?​⁠ …How could there‌ be? I’m receiving⁠‍‌ excellent treatment.”

“Even​‍‌ if it’s something⁠ insignificant, say everything​⁠‌ now.”

“There⁠​‌ really isn’t any‍ problem. On the‍ contrary, I can​ train magic in‌‌ a perfect environment,‌ and that is​⁠‍ very—”

“Do‌ I look like‍​​ I’m joking?”

There​ was an overwhelming‌ seriousness in Melverot’s‌ eyes.

Dereck​⁠ understood it instantly.‍‍

After‍‌‌ seeing the pitiful​ state of his‌⁠⁠ old comrade Kalimford,⁠ Melverot had realized​ that he himself‌​‍ could end up‍⁠​ the same way.‌⁠

Dealing‌ with the heart‍‌ of an adolescent‌​‍ in the midst⁠‌‌ of an emotional​ storm was far⁠ more complex than‌ facing an army​ of monsters stretching‌⁠ to the horizon.‍

If⁠‌⁠ Siern puffed out​‍ her cheeks and‍​ got angry, even​‌ a 6-star mage‍​ capable of covering‌ the sky with‌ mana and tearing​⁠ the earth apart‌ would be completely⁠ helpless.

Realizing‌‌⁠ that, Dereck began‍‍ to see Siern,⁠ sleeping peacefully beside⁠​⁠ his knee, as‌ if she were‌ death itself.

“Even‌‌ the slightest detail…‍​‍ say everything… this⁠⁠‍ is… an order…”⁠‍‌

A bead of sweat⁠ ran down Dereck’s⁠‍‌ throat.

Never‌ before had he​‌‍ felt that he‌‌‌ was sitting on‌⁠⁠ a seat so‍‍⁠ full of thorns.​

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