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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 180: The player (3)

Chapter 180: The player (3)

When‌ they left the​ Duplain palace, the⁠‍​ sun was already⁠ slowly setting.

Dereck‍​​ was exhausted to​⁠​ the bone after‍​‍ spending the entire‍‌ day reviewing the‌⁠⁠ academy’s construction schedule,‍‍ inspecting the buildings,‍‌ and conversing with‌‌ the head of‍⁠​ the family.

Was​⁠‌ the life of⁠⁠‌ nobles always like‌​‌ this?

As⁠‍‍ he left the‌ residence of Duke​​​ Duplain, his expression​‍​ had grown even⁠​ more indifferent than⁠⁠​ before.

During​⁠⁠ the time he‍​ had remained in⁠⁠ the north, his‌ magical aptitude had⁠ improved, and he​​⁠ had repeated his⁠‌​ training until he‍‍ brushed against the‌ threshold of five‍ stars.

It‌ was a cold‍‌​ and harsh environment,⁠ but for Dereck,‍ sitting amid those⁠ snowy plains in‌ the residence of⁠​‌ the Duke of‌‌​ Rochester had been​ a far more​​⁠ fulfilling and meaningful‍​‌ phase.

Even​⁠​ so, in this⁠ era, one could​​ not renounce the​ authority granted by‌ nobility in order‍⁠​ to become a high-ranking mage.

If⁠ all the plans‌ he had set‌⁠ in motion began‌‌ to bear fruit,‌‍ perhaps Dereck would⁠ not remain at‌ the rank of‍‌‍ baron and could‍ rise even higher.⁠

Whether‍ that would be‌​ beneficial for his‍‌ life or not⁠ was something he⁠‌​ still could not‍‍⁠ know.

That​⁠ was how the​​ world worked.

Since⁠ when magic had‌‌ become the very​⁠⁠ authority of the⁠‍‌ nobility on this⁠ continent was no‌ longer even worth​⁠ asking.

He‌ could only let‌⁠‌ such empty thoughts‍‌‍ slip by.

“You‍ look like you⁠⁠‌ have a lot‌‍ on your mind.”​

Behind‌⁠⁠ Dereck, as he‍ headed toward the​ carriage waiting for‍⁠ him at the​‌⁠ main entrance, Linus‌⁠ approached him.

Scratching​⁠ the back of‍​‍ his head, he‌‌‍ let out a dry laugh and⁠ gave him a few pats on​‌‌ the shoulder.

“Well,‍​ either way, if‍‍⁠ it’s already decided‍⁠ that the imperial​​​ delegation will come⁠⁠‌ to inspect, it’s​⁠ normal for your⁠​‌ head to be‍⁠‍ in a mess.”‌​⁠

“That⁠ can be resolved‍‌ by following protocol,​‍ but there are‌⁠‍ still many other‍‌ things to take​⁠ care of, and⁠‍‌ that’s what’s giving​ me a headache.”‌⁠

“When⁠ your status rises‍ and you start‍⁠⁠ accumulating things, problems⁠‌ inevitably increase as⁠‌⁠ well. Doesn’t it⁠ make you understand‌ a bit better​⁠ now why I wander around like‌ a wreck, hanging‌⁠ around betting tables?”​⁠

“…”⁠​​

Linus‍‌‍ let out a carefree laugh and⁠⁠⁠ then, crossing his‌⁠‍ arms, sat down⁠​‌ in a corner‌ of the garden⁠‌ bathed in the​ reddish light of‌⁠ the sunset.

“Compared⁠​‍ to your days​⁠⁠ as a mercenary,‍ your worries and⁠​‍ the problems you​​ have to deal⁠‌ with now seem‌​⁠ to have moved⁠⁠‌ to another level.”​

“That’s​ true, but…”

Dereck‌‌‌ brought a hand⁠​⁠ to his chin​‍‌ for a moment⁠‍‌ and, as if‍ suddenly remembering something,‍‍​ asked,

“From​ the beginning, you‌‍ actively helped me​​ obtain the title⁠⁠ of baron. At‌ the time you⁠ said it was⁠​ to help Lady‍ Ellen, but even‌‌‌ so, I still‌⁠⁠ had many doubts.”⁠

“Doubts?‌ It was to‍ prevent my useless⁠​⁠ younger brother from‌‍⁠ harming Ellen. Do​‍‍ you need any‌⁠ other reason?”

“Wouldn’t⁠‍ it have been​⁠‌ simpler for you‌​‌ to help Lady‍​⁠ Ellen directly yourself,⁠‍‌ without involving me?”​

At‍​‍ Dereck’s question, Linus⁠​ cleared his throat⁠​ and answered as⁠‍‍ a bead of‍⁠ sweat slid down.​​⁠

“I​⁠‌ already told you.​⁠‌ Ellen hates me.‍ Since I was‌‍ a child, I abandoned the family​​⁠ and ran off​‍⁠ to wander around⁠ without fulfilling any⁠ noble duties. Why⁠⁠ would someone like​ me ever please‌​⁠ her? On the‍ other hand, if‌ she had someone⁠‌ presentable at her​‌ side, someone with‌ the air of⁠ a respectable master,‍ that demanding girl⁠⁠‌ would eventually accept‌ it.”

“…”‌

“And‍ in the end​​ I was right,‍ wasn’t I? Every‍ time she sees‍⁠‍ you, Ellen can’t‍ hide how much‌⁠ she likes you.‍ She always tries⁠⁠​ to act like​⁠​ a mature lady‌‌ and keep an‌ elegant expression, but‍​ if you look‍‍ closely, it’s obvious​⁠‍ that she isn’t.”​‌‍

The​ more one learned‍ about Linus, the‍​⁠ more questions arose.⁠⁠

He‌⁠ rested his arm‍⁠ over the chest‌ of his linen⁠ robe, yellowed by‍ wear, and stroked⁠ his poorly shaved​ beard with a thoughtful expression.

“The⁠‌ Belmierd family is‍ far more ruthless‌‍‍ than you imagine.‍⁠ To survive there,‌⁠ you need at​‍​ least one master‍​ you can truly​ trust. Although I didn’t expect you‍ to end up‍ with so many‍‍⁠ disciples, not just⁠‌​ Ellen.”

“…So​ there’s still something‍​ more.”

“Maybe​​ yes, maybe no.‌⁠‌ In any case,‍‌‌ I wanted to⁠‍⁠ raise you as‌‌ high as possible‍ because I was‍‍ sure that, one‌​ way or another,⁠ you would continue⁠ to be an‌​‌ ally of Ellen.”‌​

Linus‌ spat out the‌‍⁠ phlegm that had‍⁠⁠ accumulated in his‌⁠ throat and, without‍⁠ wasting time, pulled‌⁠‍ a small bottle​‍​ of liquor from​ his waist and⁠​ drank deeply.

“Ahh!”‍

He‌⁠ wiped his mouth​‍ with the back‌‌ of his hand.⁠‍

It‌‍⁠ could not be‌⁠ considered noble behavior⁠​‍ even as a joke.

“I’m​‍ a gambler. I make my living‍ betting money, and‌‌‍ when the time​ comes, I’ll simply⁠ disappear. I, who​ fell from high‌ society to the⁠​ bottom, it doesn’t‌ matter how I end up—but you,‌​ who climbed from⁠‌‌ the bottom to‌ the elite, need​⁠ to become someone⁠ more solid.”

“Lately​‍⁠ I have indeed⁠‍ felt some pressure.”‍‍

“It’s⁠​ inevitable. At least‌‍​ among the people‌‌​ I know, you’re‍⁠ the one with⁠ the broadest ties⁠ to six-star mages.‍ Aside from you,‍ at most Kohella,‌‌ in the Gremport⁠​‌ palace, could compare.”⁠​​

Linus‍ let out a dry laugh.

“With‍ great influence comes‍⁠ great responsibility. Living‌​ like that is‍⁠⁠ damn crazy, isn’t‌‌⁠ it? Hahaha.”

“…”​‌

Had⁠⁠ he come just⁠ to mock him?‌​

As‍​ Dereck thought that,​⁠​ Linus leaned back​ against the wooden⁠​‌ bench again and⁠​⁠ spoke in a heavier voice.

“From‍​ my point of​ view, the six-star‍⁠ confusion mage does‍‍ exist.”

He​​‌ delivered that conclusion‍ with unusual weight.‌​

Although​​ he was usually​ drunk and unsteady,​​​ there were moments‍ when his voice‍​ became surprisingly firm.​ This was one‍‌​ of them.

“Do​‍ you have any‌​ basis for saying‌​‌ that?”

“It’s‍⁠‌ not tangible proof.‍‍ But the fact​⁠​ that Kohella is​⁠​ accompanying Princess Roselin‍⁠⁠ on this inspection‌ is already out‌​‌ of the ordinary.”⁠⁠

“…”‍

“You‍⁠ know how busy‍‍ the empire’s chief‍​ advisory mage is.‍⁠⁠ She already visited‌ the academy grounds⁠​ once and even⁠‍ gave her approval.​​⁠ For her to⁠​ come again in‌‌ person is strange.”‌

He‌⁠ took another drink‍⁠​ from the bottle‌​‌ and let out⁠‌ a long sigh.​

Paradoxically,‍‍‍ his eyes were​‍​ clearer than before.‍‍​

“That⁠ old snake only‍⁠‍ moves like this‌‌ when there’s a six-star mage involved.⁠ She’s obsessed with​⁠ magic.”

“That…‌‌ is hard to⁠ deny.”

“I‌ don’t know whether‌‍‍ you’ll take this​ as praise or​‍‌ an insult, but⁠​⁠ from my point‍​ of view, Kohella⁠⁠⁠ and you aren’t‌ that different in​‌‌ essence.”

Humans​‌ obsessed with magic.​⁠⁠

Only⁠​ those willing to​ offer everything to⁠​ raise their level⁠​ can even brush‌​⁠ against the threshold‍‍⁠ of seven stars.‌‌​

Kohella‌‌ was the one‌‌ who had been‌⁠‍ researching seven-star magic‌ the longest.

It‌ was highly likely​ that her inner‍ self was distorted‌‍ in one way⁠‌‍ or another.

“The‌ fact that Kohella‌​ is personally accompanying​ Princess Roselin to⁠‌ such a ceremonial‍⁠ event means there’s​‍ more to it.​ This story may⁠⁠ have been treated‌‌‍ as nonsense for⁠⁠ years, but even​‍ so, it might⁠ be wise to‍ act under the⁠ assumption that it‌‍ exists.”

“I⁠‍‍ understand. But even⁠​​ if that were​‌ the case, how‌⁠ could we deal‍‌‌ with a mage⁠‌ who transcends all⁠ perception?”

“That’s‌​ true. Hahaha. But‍‍​ not even a six-star mage is‍​​ omnipotent. They all‍‍ have weaknesses, limits—there⁠ has to be‌⁠ something.”

Linus‍ raised his gaze⁠‌ toward the sun​​ slowly setting.

Dereck​ also stared at⁠​‌ the horizon beside‍ him.

Combat,⁠ transformation, exploration, necromancy.‌‍⁠

Dereck‍‍‌ had personally encountered‍⁠‌ six-star mages in​ four different disciplines.‍⁠

All⁠ of them truly‍ existed.

Trying⁠ to act against‌​ someone whose very​ existence is not‌‍ even certain is,​ in practical terms,⁠‍⁠ impossible.

“In⁠‍​ the end, it’s‍⁠ not that different‍‌‌ from gambling. If⁠​‌ you’re unsure whether⁠ something exists or​‌‌ not, it’s best‌ to assume that​​‌ it does and⁠ act accordingly. If‌‌ you don’t calculate​​ every possibility, you‌‌ always end up‌‍ losing the money.”⁠⁠​

Linus,‌‌‌ on the other‌‍ hand, seemed strangely⁠⁠‍ relaxed.

“That’s​ the true charm​‌⁠ of the game.”​

***‍

“Tomorrow‍⁠​ I’m going to​‍ sleep in a bit, so let‍‍ the servants know​‌​ they don’t need​⁠⁠ to wake me‍​‌ in the morning.”‍​‌

When⁠ Dereck returned to‍‌​ the residence of​​ Baron Ravenclaw, it⁠ was already quite​ late.

Compared‌​ to the imposing‌⁠‌ size of the‌⁠ Duplain mansion, the⁠⁠‌ residence of Baron⁠ Ravenclaw was fairly‍ modest.

Even⁠‌‍ so, there were‌ still some buildings‌⁠‍ constructed for the​⁠‍ operation of the‍⁠⁠ training center, so​‍ compared to a typical rural baron⁠ of a peripheral‍ region, the size​​ of the place⁠‍⁠ was still considerable.⁠

Now‌⁠‍ that all those⁠ functions would be‍ moved to the⁠ grounds of the​ Ravenclaw Academy, the‌‌‍ surroundings of the⁠ residence would return⁠‍​ to silence.

For​ Dereck, that was⁠⁠​ not necessarily a bad thing.

“My​⁠‌ shoulder isn’t in‌​‍ good condition, so⁠ I want to‍‍ rest a bit‌‌‌ more. I’ll also‍ skip breakfast, so​​​ there’s no need‌​ to prepare anything.”‍​‌

After⁠ giving those instructions‍⁠‍ to Delbriton and‌​ the head maid,⁠​​ Dereck finished his‍⁠ dinner simply.

“When‍⁠ you say you’ll​ sleep in… are‌​ you planning to‌ rest the entire​‍ morning?”

“Something‌ like that. First​​ I need the‌‍ shoulder wound to‍​ recover properly so‌ I can focus‍ on other things.‌​ If the academy’s⁠ opening schedule is‌‌ already organized, leave​‌​ it on the‌ desk in my​‍⁠ office. Only come‍ to inform me⁠ if some matter‍ arises that requires‍​ review.”

“Yes,​ yes… understood. Then…​ t-this early morning…⁠⁠​ will you be‍ sleeping…?”

“…Early‌‌ morning?”

“…”‌⁠

When⁠‍ Delbriton avoided his​⁠​ gaze with an‌⁠​ awkward expression, Dereck,‍​‍ seated in his‌ place, watched him‍⁠‌ for a moment‌​ with narrowed eyes.⁠‍

Thinking​⁠⁠ about it, this‌ was the first‍ day since he​ had taken on​⁠‍ all the work‌ that Aiselin had‌‍‍ been carrying.

With‍ some unease, Dereck‍‍‍ asked Delbriton,

“…What​ exactly did you‌‍‌ do when Miss​​ Aiselin was handling‍‍‍ everything?”

“…”​⁠

“Answer​ honestly.”

“Well…‌​‌ normally she slept⁠‌​ about three hours‍ a day and​​‌ spent the entire‌ early morning reviewing⁠‌⁠ documents. That’s why…​‌‌ the maids took​⁠‌ turns standing night⁠​‍ watch and assisting‌ her.”

The‍ head maid, Elpin,‍⁠ answered in a trembling voice, clearly‍ terrified.

Dereck‌‍ looked at her‍ in silence. She‌‍ had deep, dark​‍⁠ circles under her‌‌‌ eyes and dull⁠ skin, giving the⁠⁠​ impression of extreme​ exhaustion. Did anyone‌ who tried to‌​ keep up with‍​ Aiselin’s pace of⁠​ work end up​‌ like this?

When‌‌⁠ he had first​ hired Elpin as⁠​‌ head maid, she‌‌⁠ had been delighted​‌ to be able​​‌ to assist Aiselin‍‌ as well, who‌‍ was called the​⁠‍ treasure of Ebelstein’s‍‌ high society.

She‌ had been young,⁠‍‍ full of energy,‍‍ and seemed like‌ someone reliable.

However,‌​‌ in just a few months, Elpin‍⁠‍ had become so⁠‌‍ pale that she⁠ looked as though‌​​ she had been⁠‌ resurrected through necromantic⁠‍‍ magic.

Apparently,‌​‌ she had felt​ great pride and‌ honor in serving​ a lady admired​‍ by all, but⁠‍ now perhaps all‍⁠​ that remained was‌ regret, exhaustion, and⁠​‌ an unhealthy obsession.‍

“Miss⁠‌​ Aiselin will not⁠​ be touching any​ work for a while.”

“Is…​ is that… possible?”​​⁠

That​⁠ someone would even‌⁠ ask whether it‌ was “possible” already⁠⁠ said a great‌​ deal.

Even​ so, at least‌ within the residence​ of Baron Ravenclaw,⁠‍ the figure with‍‌ the greatest authority‍⁠‌ was Dereck.

No‌ matter how much‍‍​ Aiselin was a lady of the‍⁠ House of Duplain,​‍‌ while she acted⁠​ as an internal‌​ part of the‍‌ academy, she had​​‌ to respect his‍‌ judgment.

When⁠⁠‍ Dereck nodded firmly,‌​⁠ little by little⁠ vitality returned to‍ the faces of⁠‌‌ Delbriton and Elpin.‌

Not⁠‍‌ only them.

The​​ maids standing by‍ the wall collecting​ the tableware, and‌​ the attendants cleaning⁠‍​ the floor in​‍‌ the hallway, also‌ shuddered.

Although⁠ no one said⁠⁠⁠ anything, a strange​⁠‍ atmosphere was forming‌​​ among them.

It⁠ was as if‌ people who had‌‍ lived crushed by‌​⁠ an irresistible force‍ had finally found​ a new savior.‍

Who‌ was Aiselin, really?‌‌

A noble lady, known⁠​ as the treasure‍⁠ of Ebelstein’s high‌⁠‌ society, admired and⁠​ revered by all.‍​‍

Yet,⁠ for some time​ now, within the‍⁠‌ residence of Baron‌ Ravenclaw, she had‌‌ become a terrifying‌ existence, impossible to​‍​ resist.

And⁠ the most terrifying⁠⁠‍ thing about that‍ monster was a single fact.

She⁠​‍ had no ill‌​⁠ intent.

She‌ simply worked with⁠‌‍ all her strength​‍ and took charge‍ of managing the​⁠‍ residence.

“…What⁠‌⁠ kind of hell⁠ did you all‌ live through while​ I was in​⁠⁠ the north?”

“Then…‍​‍ with all due‍ respect, does that‌⁠ mean that, aside​​‌ from the escort​ personnel, we won’t‌​⁠ have to stand‍‌​ guard in the‌ early morning anymore?”‌‍

“As‍​ long as the⁠‍‍ security of the​⁠​ residence isn’t neglected,​​ you need to‍‌​ sleep.”

“Does​ that also mean⁠ there won’t be‍⁠ schedule reviews, meetings,‌‌​ or surprise inspections⁠ at unreasonable hours…?”​

“Well,‍‍‍ we’ll check the‍‍‌ bare minimum necessary.⁠ But doing it‍⁠ too early or⁠ too late isn’t‍ ideal, right?”

“And‌‌‌ nothing like suddenly‍ getting a good‍‌ idea and heading​​‌ out to the‌ academy site at‌‍ dawn… or grabbing‍⁠ a shovel and​‍ starting to dig‍‌‌ up the garden…⁠​⁠ or ordering ladders‍ gathered because the‌​ exterior wall needs​⁠ redecorating… or deciding⁠​​ at daybreak to⁠‌ tear up all‌ the grass and‍​ replant it nicely…?”⁠

“What⁠ the hell are⁠ you talking about?”⁠⁠

As‌‍ Dereck answered while​‍‌ breaking out in​‌ a cold sweat,‌‍ the head maid,‍‌ Elpin, suddenly bowed‌​‍ deeply.

“I⁠⁠‍ will be loyal⁠‍​ to you… for​‌ my entire life…‍‌⁠ Baron.”

Seeing​​ her bow while​ holding back tears,⁠ Dereck was momentarily‍ at a loss.​

However,‌‌ in the silence‌‌​ of the butler‍​ Delbriton and the​⁠ other servants, he‌‍ sensed a strange,‍​ shared empathy.

In​ the end, Dereck​‍⁠ had no choice‌⁠⁠ but to remain‌ silent.

There‍ was only one​​‍ thought in his​⁠ mind.

These‍ people needed to⁠​ be paid a lot more.

***‌‍

Aiselin⁠‍‍ Eleanor Duplain had‌​ died in a horrible and miserable‍‍ way.

At‌‌​ least, that was‍‌‌ how she herself​ felt.

“……”⁠

In‌​⁠ the luxurious bedroom‌ adorned with delicate⁠‍ lace, the only‍‍‍ things Aiselin had​‍‍ done all day​‍ since returning to​ the ducal palace‍‌​ of Duplain were‌‍ to stroll around‍⁠‌ the grounds a little in the‌⁠⁠ morning, converse with‌‍ her family in‌⁠ the afternoon, drink​​ tea, read a few philosophy books,⁠ and play an‌ instrument for a brief moment.

It​‍‌ was, without a doubt, the ideal‌‌ and relaxed life⁠ of a noble⁠​ lady.

But‌​ now.

Aiselin​​ had been irreparably⁠ corrupted.

In‍ the midst of‌ such an empty⁠⁠‌ daily routine, devoid⁠‍ of any substance,​‍ she felt as​⁠‌ though her soul⁠ were slipping out​​⁠ through her mouth.​

‘Today‌​‌ I was supposed‌​ to finalize the​ budget for the​⁠​ second semester… Did​​ Delbriton review it‍⁠⁠ properly?’

‘To‌⁠ match the schedule⁠ of the imperial‌ inspection, all the‍‌ maids’ uniforms need​‌‌ to be washed…‌⁠ Elpin… please tell​ me you didn’t​ forget…’

‘Ah…!‍​ Wait…! The deadline‌‌‌ to pay for​ the residence’s tableware‌ was today! D-did​‍ they pay it‌​‌ correctly…?’

‘If​⁠‍ Emperor Gattrel is​​ coming in person,​⁠ we also need⁠ to gather the‍‍ academy’s disciples… Have⁠​ the letters been‌‌ sent in advance…?⁠ Lady Ellen has​ already received one,⁠​‌ but I also⁠‌ need to confirm‍‍‌ with Lady Trisha⁠ and Lady Denise…’⁠​⁠

As‌ she lay there,‍‌ she felt as‍⁠⁠ though the lines⁠ of the account⁠​ books she herself⁠‍ had written were‌‌‌ being traced across​⁠‍ the ceiling.

For⁠​ Aiselin, stopping work‌‍‍ was an even‌ more atrocious pain​‍‍ than abandoning an​‌⁠ extremely powerful hallucinogenic⁠‍⁠ drug.

Even‍ so, Dereck’s decision⁠ had been the⁠⁠ right one.

Suddenly,​⁠‌ Aiselin waved her⁠‍ hand and noticed⁠ that the tips‌‍‍ of her nails​ were badly damaged.​​

The‌‌‌ truth was that,⁠‌ if she had‌‌ not been stopped⁠ like this, she⁠‌‍ would never have‌​ rested until her⁠ body reached its‍ absolute limit.

“……”​‌

She‍⁠‌ was the kind​ of person who‌ absolutely needed someone​ to put the‌ brakes on her‍ at crucial moments.⁠​

And⁠⁠ no one could⁠‌ deny that Dereck‌ was the right‌ person for that.⁠​

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