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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 182: Inspection (2)

Chapter 182: Inspection (2)

— It will feel​ like entering a viper’s nest.

It‍⁠‌ was a phrase⁠ the elderly emperor⁠ uttered without warning.⁠⁠

In​ a situation where‌‌‍ the succession of⁠‌​ Princess Roselin to⁠ the throne was‍​⁠ practically assured, and​ all the bureaucrats‌ of the imperial⁠ faction did nothing​ but praise her​​ name.

When‍ they were left‍‌ alone in the‍​‌ audience chamber, the‌⁠‌ old Emperor Gatrell,​ who had managed​​ to survive countless​ thorn-filled paths and‍⁠ had made it‌ to just beneath​ the throne, spoke⁠ to Roselin.

— Huh? Father… what‍ do you mean‌ by that…?

— There will be⁠‍‍ ferocious beasts everywhere,⁠​‍ eager to swallow‍‌ you whole in​‌⁠ a single bite.‍ You will have⁠⁠ to stay tense⁠​​ even when blinking,‍ and even regulating⁠​​ your breathing will‍​‌ not be easy.⁠‍​

— That… is only‍ natural, Father.

Roselin​⁠ had eliminated countless⁠ rivals to become‍⁠ the effective heir‌​‍ to the throne.⁠‌‌

The‌​⁠ time had already‍⁠ passed for feeling‍​ fear or revulsion​‍ toward the dense⁠‌‍ darkness that permeated‌ the Palace of⁠⁠ Gremport.

Roselin‌ was already prepared‌​ to be empress.‍

At⁠‌‍ least, that was‌ what she believed‍⁠ as she slowly‌ lifted the corner‍‍ of her lips‌⁠ with elegance.

— I will not⁠⁠ disappoint you.

— No. Even if⁠⁠⁠ you disappoint me,‍​ that’s fine.

— …

The‌‌ luxurious imperial chamber.‌‍‍

From‌‍⁠ the terrace, through​​‌ which the cool⁠ breeze of late‍⁠⁠ spring entered, the​ elderly emperor dragged⁠​ his aged body​‌‌ and raised his‌⁠ gaze toward the​‍ starry sky.

His​​ back was that‌ of an old‌⁠ man who had​⁠ grown old crossing‍⁠ more thorny paths‌‌ than Roselin could​⁠ imagine.

The⁠ starlight seemed to‍​ envelop him, as​​‌ if whispering something​⁠‌ to him.

His​‍ prime had ended,‌ and the era‍​ had changed.

The‍‌​ skin on his‍​ fingers clung so‍ tightly to the​ bone that it‍ looked more like​ a shell than⁠ flesh.

Then,​ as if foreseeing⁠‌ something, the emperor​‍ spoke.

— When one day⁠ I die bitten‌⁠‍ by those vipers…‌‍​ remember this, no⁠ matter what happens.‍

Ominous‌⁠⁠ words.

And⁠​⁠ yet, the gentle‌​‌ tone with which⁠⁠‍ he continued sounded⁠ as though he​​​ were gazing into‍ the future.

— You only need‌‌‌ one person.

— …What?

— Do not trust​​ too many. Do⁠ not let yourself⁠​ be swept away​ by the romantic‌‌‌ fantasies of those⁠⁠ who speak of​ embracing people with‌‌‌ trust or governing​‌‌ vassals with sincere⁠‌‌ communion. Choose only​⁠‌ one. The most​ useful and the‍ most reliable. Just‍ one. Remember that.⁠‌⁠ The rest is⁠ unnecessary.

The‍‌⁠ emperor’s eyes had⁠⁠ lost their former‍​ brilliance.

But⁠‌​ from time to​ time, they fleetingly‌ regained the intensity‌ of his golden⁠‍ age.

In​‍⁠ Gatrell’s eyes, which⁠‍​ gazed at the​‌ starry sky as‌ if everything had‍⁠ become empty, that​​‍ clarity had returned⁠ for the first​ time in years.⁠‌⁠

Roselin‍‍‌ could do nothing⁠‌ but watch him‌​ in silence.

“…”⁠‍

When‍⁠ Princess Roselin realized‌‌ she had fallen‌‌ asleep, the carriage​‍​ was already entering​‌ the Duchy of‍‍ Duplain.

Through​‍ the swaying carriage‌ window, the scenery⁠‍ of the Ravenclaw⁠‌ Academy was reflected​‍‍ in her eyes.‍

Each‍⁠‌ building was meticulously​​​ maintained, and it⁠ seemed that as‍‌​ much effort had‌​‍ been invested as‍ in the constructions​ of the Palace‍ of Gremport.

It⁠‌ was logical, given​​​ that they were​​‌ facilities meant to‌​​ educate the children⁠‍​ of noble families,‍​ but the scale‍⁠ far exceeded what​⁠⁠ she had imagined.​‍⁠

‘I​⁠ had heard that​‍ among the nobles​‌‍ of the southwestern‌ part of the​ continent, large investments​ were being gathered‍‌ for the construction‌ of the Ravenclaw‌⁠ Academy, but it’s​⁠ even bigger than‌‍⁠ I expected.’

A plan of such⁠​ magnitude had only‌ been possible because​​ the Duchy of​ Duplain had ceded‌ the land at‌‍‌ no cost, and⁠⁠ because the noble​ houses of the​⁠ southwest had unanimously⁠​ gathered funds and​⁠​ support.

And​‌‍ if one were​​​ to ask who​‌ stood at the‍⁠ center of all​⁠⁠ that, most would‍​ immediately think of​‌ Aiselin.

But‌⁠ she was not​‌ the true backing.‍

Even​ she, known as⁠ the queen of‌‌⁠ high society in‌ the southwest of​ the continent, moved‌ while leaning on​ Baron Ravenclaw, a rural noble from‍​ a peripheral region.‍​‍

And‌ the one backing⁠​ Baron Ravenclaw was‍ none other than​ Melverot of the‍‍‍ north.

With‍ that picture in⁠​ mind, the absurd⁠⁠ scale of the‌⁠ Academy began to⁠​​ make sense.

‘To⁠​‌ push forward an​ Academy of this‌‍​ size without Melverot’s‍⁠ voice? That old​‌ hero has become‍‍‍ very skilled at‌​ lying.’

In​ reality, everything was‍ simply the result​⁠ of cooperation between​‍ Dereck and the‍ Duchy of Duplain.‌​‍

However,​‍ in Roselin’s eyes,‌ it was impossible​​ for something like‌‌⁠ this to be‍‍‌ achieved without the​⁠​ help of powerful‌‍​ nobles with influence‍ in the capital.‌​

‘Among‍ the most influential‌ noble houses of‍‌⁠ the southwest, besides⁠ Duplain, there are⁠‍‍ Belmierd, Beltus, and​ Renuel, right?’

She⁠​ had heard that​ each of those‍ families had at‌‍ least one disciple⁠​ within the Ravenclaw‍‌⁠ faction.

She‌ did not know‍⁠​ how influential or‌⁠‌ extraordinary Dereck was,‌ as a mage⁠ and as a teacher, but if​​ he managed to‌​‌ have the children‌ of so many‌ prestigious houses follow⁠⁠ him as their⁠‌‍ instructor, he was⁠ not someone to‍‍ be underestimated.

Even⁠ so, Roselin’s gaze⁠​ sharpened with coldness.⁠‍

‘He’s‌​​ surely just another⁠​⁠ idiot intoxicated by‌ magic, like Kohella,​ drunk on his⁠​ sense of privilege.’‍

Thinking‌⁠⁠ that, Roselin ran​‌ her hand through⁠​ her dark red​​⁠ hair.

Dereck‍​‍ Lydorf, Baron Ravenclaw.‌​

That⁠ unknown man, who​⁠‌ for now existed‌ only in her‍ imagination, did not⁠‌​ yet deserve for‌‌‍ her to lower​ her guard.

***‌

“This​⁠ doesn’t look like‍ an inspection delegation,​⁠ but rather a mass migration.”

Ellen‍⁠​ was wearing a beautiful dress and‌⁠‌ silently observed the⁠⁠⁠ arrival of the​‌⁠ delegation from the​‌ main entrance of‌ the central building‌ of the Ravenclaw⁠ Academy.

Through​ the great gate,‌‌ adorned with elaborate‌⁠‍ iron grilles, the‍​⁠ inspection carriages continued‍​ to enter without⁠​ end.

The⁠‍ line seemed to‌‌‍ stretch all the‍‌ way to the‌ horizon.

The​‍‍ escort alone consisted​⁠​ of several hundred‍ soldiers, and there​‌ were more than⁠‌‍ thirty carriages in‌ total.

Among‍‍ them, the carriage‌‌ transporting the imperial‍⁠‌ family was so⁠‍ imposing that it⁠‌​ seemed to require‍​‌ nearly twenty horses‌ to pull it.⁠‌

Now‍‍‍ she understood why​ it was traditionally⁠⁠ said that members⁠‍ of royalty had​​‌ “heavy backsides.”

It‍‍ was often remarked‌‍​ that, for the​​⁠ imperial family, even​​⁠ moving from one‌​⁠ place to another⁠⁠ entailed a tremendous​⁠ budgetary expense.

That‌‌⁠ the imperial escort‍ was noisy was‍⁠⁠ nothing new, but​‌ at this rate,‍ the entire day‌​ seemed destined to‍ be consumed by‍⁠ ceremonies and protocol.​‍‌

“Lady⁠ Ellen, why have​ you come out‌⁠‍ here?”

“Oh,‍⁠⁠ Dereck… there’s nothing‌ in particular to⁠‌‌ do in the‍⁠ hall…”

Ellen​⁠ brushed aside her​ red hair and‌‌ looked toward where‌⁠ the voice had​​‌ come from, then‌ raised an eyebrow⁠⁠​ in disbelief.

“Dereck…​ you’re going to‍‌‌ have an audience⁠ with the emperor.‍​ What is that‌ attire?”

“As​⁠⁠ you can see,⁠‍ it’s my usual⁠⁠ outfit.”

As‌‌‌ always, Dereck wore‌⁠​ a simple white⁠ tunic, a leather​‌‍ belt, dark trousers,‍ boots, and a cloak.

His‌ appearance was closer⁠​ to that of‌ a mercenary than​⁠ a noble.

Ellen​ showed a bewildered⁠‍ expression, but the‌​⁠ one who seemed‌ truly confused was‌ him.

“For​‍ great nobles, an⁠‌ audience with the‍⁠ imperial family requires‌‌ a lot of‍ ostentation. But for⁠​ a peripheral baron​ like me, drawing​ too much attention‍‍‌ would only be‌‍⁠ counterproductive. A frontier​‌ baron should dress⁠⁠​ according to his⁠ position.”

“Even‍‌ so… you are‍‌‍ my master. I’m‌⁠‍ worried they might‌​​ look down on‍ you in front‌ of the imperial​ family…”

Ellen‌⁠ pursed her lips⁠​‍ in displeasure and‍⁠ crossed her arms.‌

Although​⁠‍ in practice Dereck‌⁠⁠ governed only a tiny territory in‍ a remote region,‌​ his influence had⁠‍ already reached a level comparable to​ that of many⁠ powerful nobles.

If⁠ he were an‍⁠ ambitious noble, this‍⁠ would be the⁠​ moment to weave‌ connections, expand his⁠ network, and aspire⁠​ to an even​‍ higher position.

But​⁠​ Dereck had no⁠ interest in such‍​ worldly power.

He‍‌​ only cared about​ magic.

That‍​‌ attitude, so clearly​ reflected in his‌⁠​ behavior, made Ellen​‌ let out a deep sigh and‌‍ ultimately accept it.⁠‌‌

Thinking​‌‌ about it, he​ had always been⁠‍ like this.

After‌ living surrounded by‌ vassals obsessed with‍​ power and greed‌ in the Belmierd‌‍ house, she had⁠‍​ forgotten that people‍‍ like Dereck existed.‌‌⁠

In‍​​ fact, that was‌⁠ one of the‌ reasons why Ellen‍​‍ valued him so‍‌ much.

By‍‍ his side, she​​ could set aside‌ political intrigues and‌​ power struggles, and‌‍ focus solely on​​​ the pure relationship‍‌‍ between master and‍‌ disciple, devoted to‍ magic.

‘Teaching‍ so many influential​​‍ young noblewomen and⁠‌‍ yet remaining untainted—perhaps​⁠ that is his⁠​‍ true talent.’

With⁠⁠ a more relaxed‍⁠​ expression, Ellen crossed‌ her arms again​ and added.

“By⁠ the way, they‌​ say my older​​ brother, Linus, is‌‍ at the Academy…”‌

“…He‌‌​ must be conversing⁠​​ with Lord Leigh,‍‌ the head of‍⁠‌ the family.”

“I’ve⁠‍‍ heard quite a few times that‌ that disgrace of‍‍ the Belmierd house‍‍‍ keeps coming to​‍ see you, Dereck.​ I was uneasy,​‍ wondering if that​⁠ dishonorable man might‍‍ have caused you⁠‌‍ some trouble…”

Seeing​​ Dereck’s ambiguous expression,‌ Ellen let out‍​ another deep sigh.‍​

“If​‍⁠ that individual has‌‌ caused you any‌‍​ inconvenience, I apologize⁠ first. He is​‌⁠ someone completely impossible‍‌ to control; it⁠​‍ seems that even‍​ my father has⁠‌ already given up‌‌​ on dealing with⁠‍​ him.”

“It‍⁠‍ hasn’t been like‌‍ that. I wouldn’t‍⁠ say he’s caused‍‍‌ me any serious​‌​ harm—nothing particularly grave.”‍

“This​ time, when I face him, I’ll⁠ have to grab‌⁠‍ him by the​ collar at least​‍ once. Without fail…”‌‌

Ellen‌ spoke through clenched​⁠​ teeth, her tone‌‌⁠ truly fierce.

In⁠‌​ truth, the only​‌⁠ things that could​ be considered a nuisance about Linus‍‍‌ were his excessive‌‌ familiarity, which could‌ be annoying at‍ times, and the⁠​‍ foul odor that⁠‍‌ emanated from his‌ body.

If​‌ anything, he had‍‌‌ been a key⁠ figure who actively‌‌ helped Dereck integrate​ into the noble‌‍⁠ world, so it‍‌‌ was difficult for⁠⁠​ Dereck to speak​ ill of him.​‍⁠

However,​ the poor relationship​⁠‍ between Linus and⁠‌ Ellen was another‌​ matter altogether, a strictly family issue⁠​ that Dereck preferred‌‍ not to meddle‍ in.

“I​ must return to​‍⁠ the banquet hall.‌ Dereck. When the‌⁠‌ sun sets and⁠‌​ the welcome reception​ begins, let us‍ greet each other‍‍‍ there again.”

“After⁠ such a long​ journey, you must‍‍ be very tired.‌⁠ It would be⁠​‌ better for you⁠‌ to rest now.”‌​

“Yes…⁠ I suppose so.⁠ Besides, something good‌​ happened, so I feel that my⁠‌‌ fatigue has eased‌‍ a little.”

“Something⁠‍⁠ good…?”

At⁠‌‍ Dereck’s question, Ellen‍ smiled mischievously and⁠⁠​ grabbed his shoulder‍‍⁠ firmly.

“I‌⁠ saw your face.”​⁠‍

Having‌ said that, she‍‍‌ entered the hall​​‌ with satisfied steps.⁠‌

There⁠⁠ was a subtle​​‍ weight in that⁠‍⁠ smile and in‍‌ the feelings that⁠ accompanied it, but‌‌‌ Dereck was in⁠⁠‌ no position to​‌​ be distracted by‌⁠‌ such things.

The⁠‍ imperial delegation of‌‍ Emperor Gatrell was‌⁠⁠ enormous two members⁠ of the imperial‍‌ family, three high‌​ officials of chancellor‍ rank, a 6-star‍​⁠ mage, four direct​⁠‍ magical advisors of⁠ the empire, eighty‌​ attendants, and nearly⁠‌​ six hundred escort‍ soldiers.

In​‍​ addition, more than⁠‍ a dozen carriages‍⁠⁠ carried ceremonial equipment‍ alone.

At‍‌​ that level, Ellen’s‌​ description—that it looked‌‌ more like a mass migration than‍‌⁠ an inspection—was not‌‌ exaggerated in the⁠⁠ slightest.

Wherever‌​ the emperor set​‌‍ foot, that place⁠⁠ had to become‌⁠​ empire.

Such‌ was the supreme‌⁠ rule of protocol‍⁠⁠ of the imperial⁠‍ house of Gatrell.‌

And‍ it was not​⁠‍ a metaphor.

***⁠

‘…Is​​​ this man Baron​ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw?’⁠‍

Princess‍​ Roselin blinked as​‌​ she looked at‌ the man who⁠‍​ had stepped forward​ as the representative​‍​ of the welcoming‍​ party upon their​‍‌ arrival at the​‍‌ Academy grounds.

He​⁠ was the figure‌ she had imagined⁠ countless times during⁠‍ the journey from‍ the Palace of​‍‍ Gremport to the​ Duchy of Duplain.​‍​

Baron‌ Dereck.

The​​‌ man favored by​ Melverot, instructed directly‌ by Drest, and​​‌ cautiously observed by‌⁠ Kohella.

A former mercenary who​ had risen to‍ become the most‌ renowned instructor of‍⁠ Ebelstein’s high society,‍ the teacher of‌ innumerable young noblewomen‍ from prestigious families.‍

Despite​‌ holding only the⁠‌ minor title of⁠⁠ baron, his name‍‌⁠ and influence had‌ already been mentioned‍ several times in⁠‍‌ the imperial council.​‍

And⁠‌⁠ yet, there he‌​ was, dressed miserably,​⁠ like a mere​‍ mercenary, accompanied by⁠‌ only two servants.⁠‍⁠

To​ Roselin, who had‌⁠ lived her entire​ life surrounded by⁠ imperial reverence, Dereck’s⁠ appearance was not⁠⁠ merely modest, but‍‍​ downright insignificant.

It​‍ was hard to⁠​‌ believe that someone​⁠​ like this had‍‍‌ led the construction‍ of an Academy‍‌‍ that bore the‌ name of his‍​ house.

“Thank⁠‍ you for coming​⁠‌ from so far​ away. We will⁠​ offer you lodging​ in Amaryllis House,‍⁠⁠ the residential building⁠‍ of our Ravenclaw​‌⁠ Academy, in one⁠‌ of its largest​‌‌ and most luxurious​ rooms.”

“Good.‌‍ I appreciate it.⁠‍ It will not‌ compare to my⁠ private quarters in‍ the Palace of⁠ Gremport, but I suppose it will​ suffice.”

With‌⁠​ her arms crossed‌‍ and her chin⁠‍ raised, Roselin looked​⁠​ Dereck up and‌‍ down.

From​⁠ his appearance alone,​ it was impossible‍⁠⁠ for her to‌ believe that he‌​‍ was a man‌​⁠ as outstanding as‍‌ people claimed.

‘I‍ thought he would​⁠⁠ be more presentable—though,‍​ thinking about it,⁠⁠ perhaps this is‌ better than someone‍‍ who only knows‍⁠⁠ how to speak‍​⁠ prettily and dress⁠​ in finery.’

Roselin’s​‍ expectations plummeted, and⁠ she felt her​‌⁠ shoulders relax.

“There​‌⁠ will be a welcome banquet tonight.‍ Your name carries‍‍​ quite a bit‍ of weight; may​ I expect the‍⁠​ banquet to be⁠‌ worthy of it?”⁠

“I⁠‌​ could hardly meet⁠‍‌ the standards of‌ the Rose of‌‌​ the Palace of⁠‍​ Gremport. I will‌‌​ do the best​‍ that I can.”⁠​‍

Although​‍ his attire was⁠ humble, he at⁠ least maintained the‍​ proper manners of⁠​ a noble.

Roselin⁠ let out a deep sigh and⁠ turned her neck⁠ in annoyance.

“Very​​⁠ well, I will‍‌‌ keep that in‌ mind. Still, the‌ next time you⁠ have an audience‍​​ with the imperial‍​‌ family, try to​‌ show more dignity.‍​ Even if you‍‍ keep that attire,‌​ you should bring​⁠​ more servants with​ you. Your authority⁠⁠‍ feels far too‍‍⁠ light.”

“I⁠⁠ appreciate the advice.‍ I will do​‌⁠ so next time.‍⁠ However, today there‍ was a reason‍‌‍ to act this​​‌ way.”

“Ah?”‍

On‌ either side of​​ Dereck stood the​ head butler Delbriton⁠ and the head‌‍ maid Elpin, two‍ people of absolute⁠ trust, discreet and​ loyal.

Sensing‌​⁠ this, Roselin frowned​ even more.

‘He​‌⁠ has come to​‍ speak in private.’⁠​

At‍​​ that very moment,​​​ Dereck raised his‌ gaze and spoke​‌⁠ firmly.

“Have​ you come to⁠ Ebelstein to search‌‌ for a 6-star‌ confusion mage?”

“…”​‍

The‌ question was direct,​‍‍ like a dagger⁠ to the heart.‍

Roselin‍⁠ was momentarily left‌​ without words, though‌‌ she did not⁠‌ allow the emotion‍‍ to show on‌ her face.

The‌‌⁠ words she had⁠​ spoken in the​⁠ past had already​‌ transformed into conspiracy‍ theories circulating throughout⁠⁠⁠ the empire.

The⁠⁠‌ world was altered‌‍ once.

That‌⁠‌ exclamation from the‍⁠‌ young Roselin was⁠​⁠ still etched into​ the memory of⁠⁠​ the imperial servants.‌‍⁠

The‍⁠ image of a child Roselin, clutching⁠⁠‍ at the servants’⁠‌ clothes with a distorted expression, remained‌‍​ vivid.

— Sebast! Lavender! Carlos!‍ Don’t you believe​⁠ me…?! Do you‍ also think I’m‌‍ crazy?!

— A confusion mage⁠ passed through here…!‍⁠ Something… something changed…!‍​⁠ It changed, I’m‌⁠⁠ telling you!

No⁠‌ matter how much⁠ she screamed with‌​ a trembling voice,‌​​ the imperial bureaucrats⁠​⁠ only spread rumors⁠‌ that the princess‌ had suffered hallucinations⁠‌ or that her‌⁠ mind was unstable.‍⁠‍

Without‌‍‌ evidence or clear‍​‌ explanations, no one​ was going to‍ take the words‍ of a child⁠‌‌ seriously.

And‌ yet, the genuine​​‌ terror Roselin displayed​⁠ did not seem‍‌​ feigned.

As‌​​ time passed, those‍‌ words became nothing​​‍ more than urban⁠‍ legends wandering through⁠‌ the empire.

No‌⁠‌ one took them‍ seriously.

“I⁠​ also believe that​ a 6-star confusion⁠ mage exists.”

Dereck’s​ voice broke the‌ silence.

“And‍⁠⁠ if there is‍⁠ a way to‌⁠‌ find him, we‍ must do so‌⁠​ without fail.”

A being capable of‍ manipulating memories and⁠​⁠ playing with human​‌‍ perception as if​⁠‍ it were a toy.

When‌‌ Leigh and Linus‍‌‍ spoke to him‍⁠‍ about it, Dereck‌‍​ neither mocked nor‍ showed cynicism.

On‍⁠ the contrary, he‌‌ had felt a growing excitement welling‍​ up inside him.⁠‍​

Roselin‌ stared straight into​ his eyes.

If‍ there was even‌⁠ the slightest possibility‍‍‌ that such a mage existed, Dereck‌‍⁠ was willing to​⁠​ risk his life‍‍⁠ to find him.‍​⁠

That‍‌‌ impulse was born⁠ from obsession, from‍‌‍ a madness for⁠ magic.

There⁠ were few 6-star⁠​‍ mages, and each​ was an irreplaceable​‍ treasure in magical​​ history.

To​‍ let something like‌ that pass without​‍ investigating it was‌ unacceptable.

‘Where​‍ have I seen​‌ that look before…?’​

Someone‍ else had seriously⁠⁠ believed in the⁠‍‍ existence of that‌‌⁠ mage and had​‌​ tried to find‌‍ him.

‘Kohella.’​⁠​

A woman who had‍⁠ devoted her life‍‍ to magic, capable‍‍ of discarding anything​‍​ to reach a higher level.

Though​ she presented herself⁠ as an elegant‍ noble mage, that​‌​ monster never revealed​‌‌ her true inner‌ self.

The⁠‍ chief magical advisor‌​​ of the Palace‌‌​ of Gremport, Kohella,​ had exactly the‍‌ same look as​ this man.

‘This​‌ man seems insignificant,‌ but he is​ the same type‍​​ as that viper‌‍ Kohella…’

Roselin⁠​ swallowed.

If⁠ he set his‍‍ mind to it⁠‍ in earnest, he⁠‍ would find him.‌⁠‍

Sensing‌​‍ the obsession in‍‍​ Dereck’s eyes, she⁠⁠‌ unconsciously took a step back.

Then‌⁠ she recalled Melverot’s‌‍ words.

— Princess. If you⁠⁠ are going to⁠⁠​ meet that frontier‌ baron, there is‌​‌ something you must‍‍ keep very much‍‍ in mind.

— What?

— He is far‍ more addicted to​⁠ magic than you⁠ imagine. It is‍‌​ not wise to​‍ speak lightly about‌‌‍ confusion mages.

— Why?

— If he bites‌⁠‍ the bait, he⁠‌‌ will not stop‍⁠​ until he finds‍‌ that mage.

Roselin,⁠⁠​ who had despised‍‌ the privilege associated‍​‍ with magic her‍ entire life, still⁠ did not understand​‌⁠ what it truly‌​ meant to be‌‌ mad for magic.​‌

Nor⁠⁠‌ what that truly⁠ entailed.

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