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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 179: The player (2)

Chapter 179: The player (2)

“It⁠​‍ seems that even‍ Sir Melverot, called⁠‌​ the Sword of‌ the Empire, grows⁠ soft with love‍ for his daughter‌ as he ages.‌⁠ Keeping her locked​​ in the tower⁠‍ for so long‌⁠ must have hurt⁠ him quite a bit. Don’t you​ think?”

Each⁠​ time the seasons​⁠ changed, the great⁠ nobles of the‍​⁠ center of the‌‌⁠ empire gathered in⁠​‌ the enormous conference​‍ hall of Gremport​ Palace, in the‍‌⁠ imperial capital, to​‍‌ discuss matters of‍ state.

In⁠⁠⁠ essence, it was⁠⁠​ a meeting reserved‍‍‌ for the central‌ nobles, known for​ their strong sense​‌ of privilege.

Even​ so, Melverot, a territorial noble of‌⁠ the north, attended‌‌ on occasion.

In‍ addition to de‌​​ facto representing the⁠‌ military power of⁠‍ the empire, his‍ territory demanded fewer‍ administrative responsibilities than‍​ the fertile central‍​‍ regions, allowing him​ greater freedom.

That​‍‍ the Sword of‌​​ the Empire periodically‍‌ visited Gremport Palace‌⁠ held important meaning‌ even for the‌​ imperial family.

It⁠⁠⁠ was a constant‍ way of reaffirming‌​⁠ that Melverot, someone‍‍‌ whom most mages‍​ could not even‌ aspire to face,​ continued to act​‍ as the empire’s​ shield.

For​‌ that reason, members‌ of the imperial⁠ family usually welcomed‌‌ Melverot’s visits.

All​ except one person.​‍⁠

“…Princess​ Roselin seems the‍​‍ same as ever​‌⁠ today as well,‌‍⁠ from what I can see.”

“Hehe.‌‍​ Or could it​‌⁠ be that you​‍ haven’t changed either,‌ Sir Melverot? When​ I was barely⁠ learning to add,‌​ you already looked‍ like a grown‍‌ uncle, and yet⁠‌​ you don’t have‌​⁠ a single wrinkle.⁠⁠‌ Sometimes you even‍⁠⁠ seem not to‌⁠​ be human.”

“I’m⁠ flattered.”

Melverot⁠‌​ raised an arm‌⁠ and signaled to​ the officials around⁠‌ them, indicating that⁠ they should withdraw​​‌ first.

Seeing‌⁠‌ the gesture, the​⁠‌ bureaucrats immediately left​​ the area.

Even⁠ the noble officials⁠ departing after Melverot⁠ dispersed cautiously, attentive​‍ to the situation.‌

Within⁠ Gremport Palace, saturated⁠ with bureaucrats aligned‍‍‍ with the noble⁠‌‌ faction, Princess Roselin,‌ the living symbol‌⁠​ of the imperial‍‍‍ faction, was a true thorn in⁠‌​ the eye.

Even‍⁠ so, she endured‍ all those uncomfortable​ gazes with a hollow smile, resting‌​ her hands on​⁠ her hips.

“They​‍‍ scatter without even⁠‌ meeting eyes, like⁠ rats exposed to​‌ the light. They’d​​‌ do better to​ worry about the‍‍⁠ filth clinging to‍ them and feel‌‌​ ashamed.”

“Those​​ concerned can hear‌‍⁠ you.”

“That’s‌ exactly why I said it. Or‍ what? Could it‌ be that even​​‌ you, Sir Melverot,​‍‌ fear those fattened⁠ pigs? Someone who⁠ could split this‍⁠‍ palace in two⁠‍⁠ with a single​‌ gesture.”

If‍​ Princess Roselin were​‌‌ to be described‌‌‌ in a single​‍ word, it would‌‍ be discord.

Each‍ of the elements⁠ that made her‌‍ up seemed incapable⁠ of fitting with⁠​​ the others.

Although​​ she had just‍ celebrated her coming-of-age⁠ ceremony, her manner‍ of speech resembled‍ that of a centenarian elder.

She⁠ often quoted archaic‍⁠ expressions or used⁠⁠⁠ outdated words, as⁠‌ if her interior⁠‍ were already completely⁠ worn away.

Despite‌⁠ being Emperor Gattrel’s‍ most beloved daughter,​ the nobles preferred‍‍ to speak of‍ her in hushed​ tones.

That⁠⁠‍ same reason meant​​ she also failed⁠‍‍ to harmonize with⁠ the palace’s high‌‍‍ bureaucrats, causing constant⁠ conflicts in practical‌‌ matters.

Within‌ Gremport Palace, there‍​ was not a single official who​ did not feel⁠‌​ uncomfortable in her​‌ presence.

Melverot​‍ was no exception.⁠​

He‌ knew well that,​ to survive in⁠​ the long term,‍⁠⁠ the wisest course⁠ was to keep⁠ his distance from​⁠ figures as unpredictable‍‍ as her.

However,⁠‌ Roselin seemed to⁠ have no intention‌⁠‌ whatsoever of doing​ so.

“Dereck‌‍​ Lydorf, Baron of‍‍⁠ Ravenclaw.”

“…”⁠​

“They​⁠‍ say you were⁠⁠ the one who‌⁠⁠ personally recommended him​ to receive his⁠ title. His name‌ has come up‌ several times even​‍ in meetings of⁠‍ the Council of‌⁠⁠ State. I found‍ it curious that⁠‌​ someone as indifferent‍ to politics as‌‌ you would personally‍ choose someone, so​⁠​ I decided to​‌ investigate.”

As⁠​ she spoke, Roselin‌‍‍ casually twirled her⁠​​ curled locks around​‍ her fingers and⁠⁠​ smiled.

Her‍‍​ hair was black⁠‌ and red at‍ once, two tones​‌‍ intertwined, seeming to​⁠ perfectly represent her‌ two facets.

Sinister,‌⁠ or perhaps cruel.⁠​‌

That⁠ was how the​‍ bureaucrats of the⁠ noble faction described‌​​ her.

And⁠‍ what was curious‍​​ was that Roselin⁠ herself never bothered‌​​ to deny those⁠⁠ accusations.

“It‌⁠ doesn’t seem like⁠⁠ you, Sir Melverot,‌⁠ to keep an‍‌‌ instructor in your​ pocket for your‍ daughter. You’ve always​ been so stingy‌⁠​ with that kind‍‌‍ of favor. What‌​​ wind blew you​‍‍ this way?”

“I​‌ planned to use​⁠ him as staff‌ to manage a border wine-producing region.”⁠

“Do​​‌ you think I’ll​‌‍ believe that, when​ more than a dozen official documents⁠ about the Ravenclaw​‍ Academy have already‍​ arrived? I didn’t​‍‍ take you for​ someone so skilled‌‍ at hiding your⁠ true intentions.”

Roselin​‍ narrowed her reddish‌ eyes and brought‌⁠⁠ a hand to​‍ her small chin,‌‍ drawing out her​​​ words.

“It’s⁠⁠​ strange. I detest‍‌ those obese pigs​ of the bureaucracy,​ but I always⁠ had a certain​​ fondness for you‌‍‍ because you seemed‌​ to have no​‌⁠ interest whatsoever in‍⁠​ worldly power. With​ the abilities you‍ possess, you were​‌ always surprisingly humble.”⁠⁠

“…”‍⁠

“And⁠‌‌ now it turns‍⁠‌ out that you’re‌⁠‌ pushing the founding​⁠‍ of an academy⁠⁠⁠ using a border⁠ noble under your‍‍⁠ command. Frankly, it‌‌⁠ gives me an⁠‍‍ enormous sense of⁠‌⁠ incongruity. It’s not​ something I would‌‍ expect from the​⁠ Melverot I know.”​‌

Despite‌‍ the fact that‌ Princess Roselin’s dress⁠⁠​ was laden with‍‌​ ornaments, it was⁠⁠‍ surprisingly austere compared‌​ to the authority‌‌‍ she emanated.

That​‍ reflected her character​‌ well.

She⁠⁠⁠ liked practical and‌​ rational things.

She‌ believed that a person’s value did⁠​⁠ not reside in​ visible authority or​ ostentation, but in‍ their ability and‍​ judgment.

Precisely‌‌ for that reason,​​ there was something⁠ about this enormous‍ empire that she⁠ found intolerable.

“Or‍​‍ are you just⁠‌⁠ like those stupid‍ pigs? Do you⁠ think a pinch⁠‌ of magical talent‌‍‍ defines a person’s⁠ value? I thought‍‌‍ someone who had‍ reached such a high level would‌ understand that better​‍ than anyone.”

“I‌​ didn’t come to​ the imperial palace‌‍⁠ to debate that‍​ kind of idea.”‍​‍

“Oh?‌ Then it’s curious⁠‌ that, through a subordinate, you’re founding‌‍‌ an academy to‍ educate young nobles​‍ from prestigious families.⁠ I can’t help⁠ but wonder what​​​ your true intentions‍​ are.”

Learning‌‌⁠ magic was, without‍‌ a doubt, something⁠‌ positive.

But‌ it was still‌⁠ a skill, like‍ wielding a sword,‍ counting coins, striking​​ an anvil, or‍ sowing a field.⁠

Mages⁠ learned magic and‌​ used it to‌​‍ benefit the world‌​⁠ and forge their⁠​‌ own lives.

Magic‌⁠⁠ was just one‌‌‌ of the many‌‌​ elements that made​⁠‌ up the empire.‍‌​

Being‍‍ skilled at it‌ did not make‌ anyone inherently superior⁠ or noble.

The‍‍⁠ reason Roselin could⁠‌‍ not help but‌‌ clash with the​⁠⁠ imperial bureaucrats lay‌​⁠ precisely in that​ value deeply engraved‍ within her.

“So,⁠ are you trying‌⁠‍ to say that‍ all of this⁠⁠⁠ is a unilateral⁠ decision by the‍ Baron of Ravenclaw,‍ and that you​​ simply decided to‍‌ look the other‌‍⁠ way?”

“Would‌‍⁠ you believe me‍‌ if I told‌ you so?”

“Haha.‍‍​ Of course not.⁠⁠⁠ That Melverot of‌‍​ House Rochester would​‍‍ allow something like‍ that? Not even​‌ those obese pigs‌‌ who just left​⁠⁠ the hall would⁠ believe it.”

One​ should never think‌ of Melverot of⁠⁠ the north as​​‌ a kind man.​

He‌⁠‍ had banished several‌⁠ servants to the​​ frozen wasteland for⁠‍‍ violating regulations.

At⁠ least for the‍ inhabitants of the‍​​ north, his figure⁠ inspired more fear​‌​ than respect.

In‍ his conception of‍‍‌ governance, fear was‍‍⁠ an indispensable element.⁠‍

And⁠ yet, Roselin did⁠ not blink even‌​ once before him.‍‌

That‍ she could remain​‍ unperturbed before one‌​ of the greatest⁠‍‌ archmages in the​ world had a clear reason.

Her‌‌ constitution was something​ all mages could‍⁠​ not help but⁠⁠⁠ fear.

“Sir⁠‍ Melverot. I thought​ that at least⁠ you would be‍ different from those⁠​‌ privilege-soaked pigs who‍‍‍ believe they’re nobles‍​⁠ just because they​‍‌ wield a bit‌ of magic.”

“…”​​‌

“I‌ thought you were‍​​ someone who didn’t‌ get drunk on‌⁠‌ power, who always‍‍​ kept sharp senses,‍⁠ judged swiftly, and‍⁠‍ understood the weight​‍ of a ruler’s‍‌ responsibility. But it⁠ seems that’s not‍ quite the case.‍​⁠ Perhaps you’re not‌ so different from​‍ that poisonous magical‌ counselor Kohella, like‍‌ a viper, or‌‌‌ from types like⁠ the greedy Chairman‌​ Damon.”

Melverot‍‌​ did not bother​​ to refute her.‌‌

He​‌ had already realized⁠‍‍ it.

Princess‌ Roselin was deliberately‍ provoking him with‌‌​ words she did‌ not even truly​⁠ feel.

She​​‍ was waiting for​‌‌ Melverot to react,⁠ to strike back⁠‌ with some retort.‌⁠​

But‌ Melverot did not​ move as she‌ wished.

Roselin⁠‌ knew that too.​

Melverot‍⁠ never fell for​‍ such cheap tricks.​‌⁠

He​​‌ simply closed his‍ eyes calmly and‌ spoke, as if‌⁠‍ spitting out the⁠ words.

“Who​ knows. The fact⁠​⁠ that he built⁠ an academy and‍ teaches magic there⁠ certainly has its‍‍⁠ own reason. Perhaps‍⁠‌ Princess Roselin, who⁠​ detests considering magic⁠​ an exclusive privilege⁠‌ of the nobles,⁠⁠ is unwilling to⁠ accept that intention.”‌‍

“How‍‍⁠ interesting. Then what​ is that reason?”​‍‌

Roselin​​ narrowed her eyes.​

“I‍ need to hear‌ that answer to⁠‍‍ decide what stance‌ to take in‍ the upcoming inspection.”‍

Why‍‍ had Dereck gone⁠‌ so far as⁠​ to found an​‍ academy and teach‌‌​ magic to young‍‌⁠ noble ladies?

If‍​ one had to​‌ list reasons, there⁠‍​ would be too⁠‍​ many.

It​ could be that⁠⁠​ he found meaning​ in the simple‍⁠ act of teaching​ magic.

Or‍​​ that he had⁠ created an environment‍ suited to perfecting‍‍ his own magical‍ art.

It⁠‌ all depended on‌‌ how it was‍ interpreted.

But‍⁠‍ in the end,⁠ there was a clear answer.

“To⁠‌ make money.”

“…”​​

For​‍⁠ an instant, Roselin‍ was left speechless.‌​​

Not⁠ just anyone was​⁠​ capable of rendering‍‍​ her mute.

The‌‌‍ princess brought her⁠‌​ fingers to her​‌ temple, as if​‍ her head hurt,‌‌ and crossed her‍⁠‌ arms.

“I​​‍ never imagined Melverot⁠​ would say something​‌⁠ so frivolous… There‌​​ must be an⁠ abundance of gold‌⁠‍ coins in the​ ducal house of‍‌‍ Rochester. Do you⁠‍ think I don’t⁠ even know that?”​⁠​

“That⁠‌ money is for⁠​ my territory. Not⁠​ for him to​‍⁠ use.”

“Even‍⁠ so, you allowed⁠‍ it knowing how‍⁠ politically delicate this​⁠‌ matter is? Since⁠⁠ when have you⁠ been so indulgent​ and understanding?”

“…”‍⁠‍

The​​ truth was that‌‍ Melverot could indeed‍ have stopped Dereck‍​ if he had‌⁠​ wanted to.

He‍ could have ordered⁠‌ him not to‌‍‍ get involved in‌​ unnecessary trouble and‍⁠ to remain quietly‍ teaching only Siern.‌‍

If⁠ Melverot had imposed‍ his authority, Dereck‍ would not have‍ been able to⁠‌⁠ refuse.

But⁠ he did not,‍ because—

The‌ image of Siern,⁠‌⁠ staring at Kalimford‍​​ as if she​⁠ were about to​ devour him with⁠‍ her eyes, crossed​ his mind again.⁠

She‍‌ clung to Dereck‌ like a growling‌‍ beast, ready to‍⁠ pounce on anyone‍⁠ who tried to⁠ oppress him or‌ treat him as⁠ an enemy.

“…”‍‍

Roselin,⁠​​ despite her young‍ age, had accumulated‌‍ a great deal​ of knowledge and‍​ experience.

Even‍⁠ so, there were​ things she still​ could not understand.​​​

Where‌⁠‍ was there someone‍ capable of manipulating‌‌​ a six-star mage​ at will?

And​⁠​ yet, surprisingly, in​​ this world there⁠​‌ existed a young‍​​ girl capable of⁠⁠ moving, not one,⁠‌ but two six-star⁠​​ mages at her‌ whim.

And​​‌ she was much⁠‌‌ younger than Roselin⁠ herself.

There‍​⁠ was no reason‌ to explain something⁠‌⁠ like that to⁠‌‍ her.

Melverot⁠ answered only with​⁠‌ silence.

Roselin‍‌​ felt a faint​‍⁠ sense of strangeness‌⁠⁠ at his attitude,​‍​ but did not⁠‌ probe further.

“In‍ any case… it​‌‍ seems you place​‌‍ a great deal‌ of trust in​‍‌ that Baron of‍ Ravenclaw.”

She‍‍ smiled calmly.

“In‍ that case, I’ll​‌​ have to go‍‌ inspect it personally‌⁠ and judge him‍​ with my own​‌⁠ eyes. I’ll also⁠‌ truly evaluate the⁠ intention behind the​ founding of that⁠⁠​ academy. Just now,​‍ a matter has‍⁠⁠ arisen that obliges⁠‍ me to pass‌ through Ebelstein, so‌⁠‌ the timing is‌ perfect.”

“…And‌ if you don’t​ like what you​​​ see, what do‍‌ you plan to​​ do?”

Roselin‍ adjusted her hair‍ and smiled, her​⁠​ eyes gleaming in⁠ an unsettling way.‌‌⁠

Behind‌‌⁠ her, it almost‌⁠‌ seemed as though​ flames were burning.‍

“Burn⁠ it all down​‍ with my own‌ hands.”

Melverot‍ understood why even⁠‍‌ the most radical‍‌ officials preferred to⁠‍​ keep their distance‍⁠‌ from her.

He‍‍‍ slowly closed his​‌ eyes and had​‍ no choice but‌⁠⁠ to turn his​ head away.

***​‍

“The⁠​‍ world was altered‍⁠​ once.”

Office​​ of the head​​ of the Duplain​ family.

Leigh,​⁠ with his hair‍​‍ freshly cut, was‌⁠‍ already wearing the‌‍ attire befitting the​ head of the⁠ family.

Compared​ to his days‌ as a young​‍ noble, he looked‌ far more seasoned;‌⁠​ he gave the‍‍ impression of someone⁠⁠⁠ who truly bore‍​ the weight of‌‍ that mansion.

In‌​ contrast, Linus, who⁠‌ was still a young noble in‌​⁠ name only, was‌‌‍ sitting on a high-quality sofa in​​‍ tattered clothes, giving​ off a stale‍‍ stench and soiling⁠ it without the⁠⁠‍ slightest hesitation.

“That’s⁠‍‍ what Princess Roselin‍‍ shouted—the one who⁠⁠‌ occupies the seat‍⁠ of the master⁠​ of the Palace‍​ of Truth, deep​ within the imperial​⁠⁠ palace of Gremport.​⁠​ In fact, among​⁠ the high-ranking nobles‌ who come and‍⁠‍ go from the‌‍ center of the​⁠‍ empire, that phrase​‌​ circulates almost like‍‌ a horror story.”‍​

Surprisingly,​‌‍ the story about‌ the six-star confusion⁠ mage that Princess‌ Roselin was said​​‌ to have mentioned⁠‌ was not known​​​ only by Linus;‌​ Leigh knew it⁠‍ as well.

According⁠‌ to him, it⁠ was quite a famous story.

However,‌ because it sounded‍ so absurd, it​‌ had been treated⁠‍‌ as an old‍ legend and buried​ over time.

“Well,‌‌‌ it might sound⁠⁠ unromantic to you,‌​ but among hardcore‌ gamblers, this goes​‌ around as a pretty amusing story.​​ Hehehe.”

“Are⁠⁠⁠ you still hanging⁠⁠​ around gambling tables,⁠‍ Linus? It seems⁠‌⁠ that even the‌‌ Belmierd family has‌​ already given up‍ on looking for‌⁠‍ you…”

“Well,⁠‌​ Ellen pinches her‌ nose and gets‍​ angry every time⁠​ she sees me⁠ like this, so‍‌ maybe it’s better‍ not to go‌‌ near her, right?”‍‌⁠

“…”​⁠

Dereck‌ remained seated in⁠⁠ silence, watching Linus⁠​​ and Leigh trade​⁠ barbs.

Linus,⁠​​ thanks to his‍‍ peculiar social skills,​ had an absurdly‍‍‍ wide network of‍‌‍ contacts, even though‍‍ as a person‌‌ he did not​‍‍ amount to much‍ beyond that.

Still,​⁠​ he never failed‌​ to bring interesting‌‌ information from time‌ to time.

“What​‍ exactly does that⁠‌‌ ‘the world was‍ altered once’ mean?”⁠

“They​ say that one‌‍ day, as she‍ was leaving the‌ Palace of Truth,⁠ the young Princess‌ Roselin shouted that.⁠‌ If you hear‌‌⁠ the rest of‌ the story, supposedly‌ a six-star confusion‌‌ mage turned the⁠‌ world over once.‍ That with magic⁠​ on an absurd⁠⁠ scale, they completely​‍‌ twisted some fundamental‍‍ perception of the‍​ world.”

“…Twisted?​ What exactly did⁠​​ they twist?”

“That’s‌​ the funny part.‌‍⁠ Princess Roselin never​‌​ said.”

“…”‍​

That⁠‌‌ was precisely the‌‍‌ most important part,‌​‍ and yet she‍ had remained silent‍ about it.

Dereck​‍ frowned with an​ incredulous expression, but​‌ Linus eagerly tipped‌ back his glass,‌‌​ sank even deeper​‌​ into the sofa,‌⁠ and continued speaking.⁠‍​

“That’s​ why the people⁠⁠‌ who heard the‍‌ story started imagining‌⁠⁠ and playing with‌‌‍ the idea. If⁠‌ there were a six-star mage who‌‍ transcended everyone’s perception,‍ and who twisted‌​⁠ the world’s common​ sense, what do‍‍⁠ you think it‍‍​ would have been?⁠‍⁠ Leigh, you know‍‍‍ these kinds of⁠ stories well too,​ don’t you?”

“I’ve⁠​ heard many. But⁠ they’re nothing more‍ than fantasies. That‌⁠ they replaced the⁠‌‍ emperor, that they⁠‌ reversed the concepts‌⁠ of day and​‍ night, that they​ erased from history⁠ a villain who⁠‌‌ was about to‌‍⁠ devour the world—there’s​⁠ everything. But honestly,‍ none of it​⁠ sounds realistic.”

“Oh,‍​ yes?”

“Of⁠​⁠ course. Even if‌​ it were a six-star mage, twisting​ all the memories‍ and perceptions of‍​ the entire world⁠‌ at once? That‌‍​ doesn’t seem like‍‍⁠ something that could‍‌ be done so​⁠ easily…”

“Don’t⁠⁠ turn into one‌⁠ of those boring‌ adults who look​​ for realism in​​ horror stories. Haha.​​​ What matters is‌ that it’s interesting.”‌

The‍ bottle Linus was​​‍ holding clinked.

After‌⁠ letting out another‍ belch, he brazenly‌‍ rested his arm​‍​ on the backrest‍⁠‍ and continued.

“Besides,​​‍ if you look‌‌⁠ through figures from‍ the past in‌ the history books,‍ there’s at least‌‌‍ one six-star confusion​ mage. What was‍‌‍ her name…? The‍‌ great witch Kelin,‌‌‍ from the Elim​ mountain range. They‍ said that just‍‌ by meeting her⁠​⁠ gaze, she could⁠​‍ completely dominate a person’s mind.”

“Yes,‌‌ but even so,‍​‍ as far as⁠ I understand, not‌‍​ even she had‍ power on the​​​ level of altering‍⁠‌ the world. In⁠ the end, she​​⁠ was subdued by​​‍ Kalimpford and executed‍ in the palace‌ of Gremport.”

Six-star​ mages are at​⁠‍ the limit of‌⁠​ what is human,‍ but that does​⁠ not mean they⁠ are omnipotent.

They⁠ can alter maps,‍ twist principles, and​‍‌ violate laws, but​‍ even so, changing⁠​ the perception of⁠ all the inhabitants‌​​ of the continent​ at once is‌‌‌ not something that​⁠ can be done‌ easily.

A conspiracy theory.

A horror story.

Something⁠‌ closer to a legend.

The⁠ general opinion was‌ that it was​ an absurd story,​‌ but, against all‌‌⁠ expectations, that tale⁠​ carried an unsettling‌⁠ weight.

“Then‍ it must have​⁠ been concluded that‌‌‍ it was nothing​ more than a senseless monologue by‍ the young Princess‍⁠ Roselin.”

“At​‍ the time, yes.‍⁠ But if it‍‌ still circulates today‌ as a conspiracy‌ theory, it’s because⁠‍‍ there are reasons.‍‌⁠ When you start‌ fitting the pieces‍​ of the puzzle⁠‍​ together, a rather‌‌ suggestive picture emerges.⁠ That’s how these‍‍‌ theories are born.”⁠​⁠

“Really?⁠⁠ Normally it would⁠‍‌ have been dismissed​​‌ as a simple‌‌ rambling of Princess‍​‌ Roselin… Does she​⁠‌ have deep knowledge​ of magic?”

“No.​ Quite the opposite.‌‍ She can’t even‌​⁠ use one-star magic.⁠‌ In fact, I think she can’t⁠⁠ even handle mana.”‌

At‍⁠ Dereck’s apathetic gaze,‌ Leigh calmly closed‍ his eyes and⁠‍ shook his head.​‍⁠

For‍ someone of such‌ high rank, having‍⁠‌ no magical knowledge‍‌​ at all was‌‌​ unusual.

What⁠ sense did it‌ make, then, for‍‍​ someone like that‌‍​ to speak so‍ insistently about confusion​ mages?

The‍ most logical conclusion​​​ was that it‌‌ was merely a passing incident.

And‌‍ yet, both Linus‍‍⁠ and Leigh fell‌ silent.

“Isn’t‌ it strange from‍‌ the very beginning?​ Even if there⁠‍ were a legendary‌​‍ confusion mage who⁠ altered the entire​‌ world, how is⁠​ it possible that‍​‍ only Princess Roselin‌ knows that fact?”⁠​

“You’ve‌‍ hit the nail‍‌‍ on the head,‌‍​ Dereck. That’s the⁠⁠ key point.”

“Huh?”⁠

Leigh,⁠⁠‍ the head of​⁠ the family, spoke​ frankly, arms crossed.​

“You‌ don’t know the⁠‍⁠ nature of Princess‌​‌ Roselin. It’s something​ only the highest-ranking‌⁠ nobles are aware⁠‌ of.”

“Her…⁠⁠​ nature?”

“She‌‌‌ bears on her‍ back the Anti-Magic​‍ Seal, something that‍​ appears once every​ three generations in‍‍⁠ the imperial Gattrel⁠‌ family. Guaaah.”

There​‍ was a reason‌ why, despite her‍‌‍ lineage, she could‍‍‍ not use any​‌​ magic at all.⁠⁠​

“No​ magic or mana​⁠⁠ can affect her.⁠ Even the nails‍‌ she trims or⁠ the sweat she‍‍⁠ sheds contain a bit of the⁠ power that emanates‌‍ from the Anti-Magic⁠ Seal.”

“In‌​ other words, her⁠‌​ very existence is‍‌ the natural enemy‍‌ of mages.”

In‌⁠‌ an era in‍ which magic had​‍ become a symbol⁠‌‌ of authority and​​⁠ a weapon of⁠‍⁠ the nobles, for​ someone of imperial⁠ blood to possess‍‌‌ such a nature‍⁠ was deeply significant.‌‍​

She‌⁠‌ could die if​​‌ stabbed, if she‌⁠‌ fell from a cliff, or if‌ she ingested poison.​‌

But⁠​‌ magic simply had​⁠⁠ no effect on‍⁠ her.

Not​‍⁠ even the most‍‍ powerful mage on⁠​ the continent could⁠​‌ subdue her using​​ magic alone.

Before⁠‍ her, all magic​‍ became useless.

In‌ short, there was‌ a reason why‌⁠ that conspiracy theory‍​ continued to breathe.‍⁠

“……”​

If‌ there truly existed‌⁠ a confusion mage‍ who transcended all⁠‍⁠ perception in the​‌‍ world, there would‍ be only one‍⁠‍ person on the‌⁠ entire continent capable‍ of noticing it.⁠

Conspiracy‌‍⁠ theories bloom upon​ a minimal foundation​ of credibility.

Dereck⁠‍ looked at Leigh‍ and Linus.

Both​‍‌ of them, each‍ in their own‌‌‌ way, wore expressions‌ laden with meaning.‍‌‌

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