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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 183: Inspection (3)

Chapter 183: Inspection (3)

Seeing‍ people driven mad⁠ by magic is⁠ more common than​‌ it seems.

Magic‍⁠⁠ has become the⁠⁠‍ foundation of power‍ and the symbol​ of nobility in​⁠ this era.

For‍‍‍ those who lift‍⁠​ their gaze toward‌ the clouds, dreaming​ of someday becoming‍‍ exalted beings, magic​‌ is an inseparable⁠‌ element.

However,‍​‍ most people conceive​⁠​ of magic merely‌ as a means,⁠‍⁠ not as the‌‍‍ goal itself.

That‍‍ was the world.‌‍⁠

And‌​‌ yet, even in‌ such an age,‌ from time to⁠ time different people​⁠‍ appear.

Individuals⁠ who become fascinated​‌​ by magic itself‌‍ and end up‌‍⁠ devoting their entire‌⁠ lives to it.‌⁠⁠

From​ the most luxurious​ guest room in‌​‌ the dormitory of​ Ravenclaw Academy, Roselin​‌ observed the man⁠ who had personally‍‍‍ raised that vast⁠‍‍ expanse of land.​⁠⁠

To‌‍⁠ Princess Roselin, Dereck⁠​‌ was nothing more​​⁠ than a version​ of Kohella who‌ had not yet⁠ reached 6 stars.⁠‍​

A monster buried in⁠ magic, for whom‍ everything else held​⁠ no meaning.

Kohella‍‍ and Dereck did⁠‌‍ not seem all‍ that different in⁠‌‌ essence.

What‍‌ was it that‍‍‍ drove those people‌ to go mad‌​ over magic?

From‍ Roselin’s perspective, who‍‍‌ maintained a critical⁠ stance toward the‍⁠⁠ supposed inherent nobility⁠‍⁠ of magic, it‍‍​ was something impossible​ to understand.

But​‍ precisely because of​⁠ that deranged nature,‌⁠‍ he was able​ to take seriously⁠ even a hypothesis‌ as illusory as‌‍ the existence of‍ a 6-star mage‌⁠ of the confusion⁠‍ system.

“After‍ learning of your‍‍ story, Princess Roselin,‍ I investigated several​‌​ things on my​⁠⁠ own. It seems​⁠ that many people​⁠​ have treated you‌​⁠ as an immature‌​‌ child who merely​ babbles empty theories.”​‍‍

“Would⁠⁠‍ you believe something⁠‌ like that without​‌ evidence? Talking about​ someone whose existence⁠‌ cannot even be‍‌‌ perceived or proven⁠‌⁠ only serves to⁠⁠⁠ have you labeled‌​ as insane.”

“You‍‍ must have felt​ lonely.”

“Not‍​​ particularly.”

With⁠​⁠ her arms crossed,⁠ seated on a chair filled with‌​ ornamentation, Roselin appeared​‌‍ completely calm.

That‌​‍ no one believed‌​ her, that she⁠‌​ was alone, that‍​ the world was‌‌ full of idiots—she‍‍⁠ had left behind‍ that kind of‍ useless rumination long‌‍ ago.

The​‍⁠ world does not‍⁠​ believe words without​‍ proof.

And‌ repeating them for‌‌‌ years only succeeds‌ in branding you⁠ a lunatic.

However,​​ even in this‍ world there are⁠ lunatics who do⁠‌​ believe.

Whether‌ Kohella or Dereck,⁠ all of them⁠​​ had something clearly‍​ abnormal.

That‍‍ was the reason⁠‍ Roselin did not⁠ open her heart​⁠​ easily, even when‍ someone said they‌‌ believed her.

“I‌ am aware that‍​ my words sound​ absurd. If I were to repeat‍​​ them publicly, I would only endanger​ the position I worked so hard⁠ to obtain as⁠ heir to the‍‌ throne. Do you​‍ think I am‍‍ incapable of judging‍​ something that basic?”​

“I⁠‌ understand.”

Dereck​⁠⁠ had even left‌⁠ Delbriton and Elpin​‌‍ outside the room.‌​

Bringing​⁠ only subordinates of​ absolute trust was‍ a silent sign⁠‍ that he was⁠‌​ willing to speak​‌ without reservations.

“And‍ yet it seems‍ you were alone.”‌

“……Not‍⁠​ really.”

She​ recalled her childhood,‍‌‌ but felt no⁠​⁠ particular emotion.

As​​ she had said,⁠‍ all of that‌​‍ was already in‍ the past.

“Then‌ you say that⁠‌‌ you believe my​⁠ words and are⁠‌⁠ convinced that a 6-star mage of​⁠ the confusion system‌​⁠ exists and must‍‌ be found?”

“Of‍ course. If someone​ like that exists,⁠ leaving them unidentified‍ would be an‌‍⁠ irreparable loss to​ the history of‍⁠​ magic.”

“The‍‍ more you speak,⁠ the more you​‍‌ sound just like​​ Kohella.”

“It‌‌‍ is an honor.”‍⁠

“That​​ was not a compliment.”

Roselin​‌ rested her chin​ on her hand⁠‍ and observed Dereck​​‌ with a sullen‍ expression for a moment.

In‌​​ many respects, he⁠ overlapped with Kohella,​‌ the viper of‌ Gremfort Palace, but​​ they were not​ identical.

In‍‌ Dereck, that sinister‌‌ nature that characterized‍‌ Kohella was not‌​ perceived as strongly.‌

Kohella‌​‍ seemed like the⁠‍ type of person⁠‌ capable of sacrificing​ anything in order⁠⁠​ to reach 7 stars.

Family,‍⁠ friends, morality, ethics—nothing⁠‌‌ would stop her⁠⁠ if it meant‌‍ raising her magical‌ mastery.

But‌⁠​ Dereck was different.‍‍

A lunatic of another⁠⁠ kind.

He‍ had many disciples,​‌ and those around‍⁠ him spoke well‌‍ of him.

They‍⁠​ did not merely​ respect him as⁠‍‌ a powerful mage‌ who had reached‍ a high level⁠‍‍ at a young​‍ age, but trusted​⁠ him as a person.

Melverot’s‌⁠​ words, as well​ as the attitude⁠​ of his disciples‍‌⁠ she had seen‍ at the entrance,⁠⁠ confirmed it.

If‍⁠ Kohella was closer⁠⁠ to being a monster driven mad⁠‍ by magic, Dereck​ seemed to remain,‍‍ albeit barely, within⁠​⁠ the human realm.‍

Even​‌​ so, his pure‌ fervor for magic‌ burned intensely.

Having​ reached a solid‌ 4 stars at​ his age, and‌‌‌ having all his‌ actions revolve around‌‍ magic, proved it.​‍‍

Dereck​ Lydorf Ravenclaw, Baron​‌ of Ravenclaw, was⁠‍⁠ a monster similar‍‍​ to Kohella, but‍ not of the⁠‍⁠ same type.

‘I⁠‌ thought all lunatics‌‍ obsessed with magic​‌⁠ were concentrated in⁠ the center of‍⁠ the continent, and‍ it turns out⁠‌ there is one‍⁠ like that in⁠⁠​ the southwest as​‌ well.’

Roselin​​ swallowed and slightly‍​ raised her evaluation​‌⁠ of Dereck.

Then,‌‍ with an even​⁠‌ more seductive smile,​ she continued.

“I‌ will speak frankly.⁠​ I do not⁠‌ believe that you‌ truly believe my‍ words.”

“…”⁠

“In⁠ my position I have seen many‍‌ like you. People⁠‍ who think that⁠​⁠ simply nodding and‌⁠ flattering me is⁠‍‍ enough to earn​​ my favor. How‍ can I be​ sure that you‍ are not lying​⁠ just to ingratiate‌‌ yourself with me?”⁠

“If‍ I thought that,​ I would not⁠ have allowed myself​ to enter this​‍‍ room.”

Dereck’s​​​ attitude was relaxed.‌⁠

He‍⁠‌ seemed to understand⁠⁠ Roselin’s psychology perfectly.⁠

He‌ was not someone​ who could be‌⁠‌ manipulated with superficial‌ probing.

In​‌ that sense, he​ closely resembled Melverot.⁠⁠‍

‘If‍​ left to his⁠ own devices, he‌ will end up​‍‍ becoming someone like⁠​ Melverot, whether by⁠​ his level or​​‌ by his position.’‍⁠

Roselin⁠‍ abandoned the idea‌⁠ of imposing herself‌‌ emotionally.

He‌​⁠ was not someone⁠⁠‌ she could control⁠‌‌ in that way.‌

If‍‍⁠ she could not​⁠‍ dominate him, she‍ had to try‍‍⁠ to turn him⁠​ into an ally.‌

That⁠​‌ was the basic‌‍‌ principle of politics,‌‍⁠ and yet she‌‌ did not know‌⁠ whether Dereck would⁠‌ truly be on​‌​ her side.

He⁠ was a man​ full of unknowns.⁠‍​

She⁠​⁠ did not know​​‌ how to evaluate⁠ him, what his‌⁠⁠ true objective was,‌ or how she‌​‌ should treat him.‌

Everything⁠⁠⁠ about him seemed​​ wrapped in a labyrinth.

“I‌ understand that you‍⁠ cannot fully trust​​​ me. But there‍ is just one‍ thing I wanted‌‌ to hear.”

“What‍‌ thing?”

“You​⁠‌ have repeatedly said‌ that the world​⁠ was altered. However,⁠‍ as far as‌​‌ I know, you‌‍ have never clearly‌‍⁠ explained what exactly​​‍ changed.”

Roselin​‌‌ let out a dry laugh.

That​ was the main‍ reason her words​‌‌ had been relegated‍‍ to the realm⁠‌ of conspiracy theories.​

She‌‌​ had never publicly‌‌​ explained what exactly​‍ had changed in⁠⁠⁠ the world.

Why?⁠​​

What‌⁠ was it, exactly,‍‍ that was altered‌ in the world?⁠

Princess‌‌ Roselin, who claimed​‍⁠ not to be⁠ affected by any‌‍ kind of magic,‌ needed to know​ at least one‌‌‍ thing—what kind of​ distortion had occurred⁠⁠ in the world’s‌​‍ memory that day,‍‍‌ what exactly she‌ had perceived.

Perhaps‌⁠⁠ that could become⁠⁠​ the greatest clue‌‍ to finding a 6-star mage of‍​ the confusion system.‌‌

However,‍‌‍ Roselin had kept‍ silent for many⁠ years.

As‍‍​ if revealing that⁠‌‍ fact were an⁠​‌ unforgivable sin.

She‍‌ never concretely described‍‌ the turning point.‌⁠‍

There​​ must certainly have⁠​ been a reason‍‌ for it.

Dereck​ wanted to know⁠ it.

“Ha…​ did you really​‌ think I would⁠ tell something I haven’t told anyone​⁠ in all these⁠⁠⁠ years to the‌‌‍ first rural frontier⁠ baron I meet‌⁠ today?”

“If⁠⁠‌ you do not⁠⁠‌ explain the most​⁠‍ important thing, how⁠⁠ do you expect​‍​ the world to​ believe the words​​‍ of Your Highness,⁠‌ Princess Roselin?”

“I‌ know. That is​‌ precisely why I have lived keeping​ my mouth shut.​‍ So much time⁠​‍ has passed that‍ everything has been‍‍‌ reduced to a conspiracy theory.”

“Even⁠​ so, I need​ to know. I have told you‌ several times…”

Dereck’s​ pupils dilated for‍ an instant.

His‌‌ expression was that‌‍⁠ of a mountaineer‍​ drawing up a plan before a colossal mountain.

If‌​‍ there is something⁠ to climb, he​⁠‍ must climb it.‍

A simple, but overwhelming​ desire.

“I‌ believe in the‍ existence of a 6-star mage of‌‍ the confusion system.”⁠‌

Seeing‌ his expression, Roselin’s​‍​ face hardened even⁠‌ more.

That⁠​ was sincere.

No⁠ mind-reading ability was⁠​ needed to reach⁠⁠ that conclusion.

“What⁠ exactly was it‍⁠ that that 6-star‌​ mage altered in⁠​⁠ the world back⁠ then? And what⁠‍‍ impact is that​ having on this‍​ empire?”

“Ha…‍​⁠ didn’t it occur‍ to you that‌​ if I haven’t​ said it, it’s‍‌​ because there’s a reason?”

“I‍ ask knowing that‌​​ there is one.”​

“What‍ nerve.”

“I‌ am aware of‍​​ that.”

Although⁠ he had backing‌⁠‌ and power, he‌ could not compare⁠​‌ to a princess​​⁠ of the Palace‌​ of Gremport.

Even‌⁠‍ so, that frankness‍ could only be‌​‌ innate.

Roselin‍‍ let out a short laugh and​​‍ rested her chin‍ on her hand‍⁠‌ again, falling silent.‌

There​​‍ was no real​ reason not to‍‍‍ say it.

After‍ all, even if⁠‌ she told it,‍‍‍ no one would‍ believe her.

A long silence took‌ hold of the⁠‌ room.

For‌⁠ a long while,⁠‌ only the hurried​​ footsteps of the‌ servants could be‌ heard on the​​‌ other side of‍​ the door.

Finally,​​‍ after deep reflection,⁠ Roselin opened her​​ mouth.

“No⁠ matter whom I tell it to,⁠ they’ll treat me​⁠ like a madwoman.​ Perhaps I should⁠⁠⁠ be grateful if​​‌ they only call‌‌ me mad. With‍ luck, I won’t​‌ suffer a harsher⁠‌‌ punishment.”

“…”‌‍

“You​⁠​ love magic and​​‌ have lived buried‍‌‍ in it. Perhaps‍‌ my words will‍⁠‍ feel like an​ insult to you.⁠ Though that is⁠​‍ not my concern.”​⁠

Roselin‌‌​ straightened up, lifted⁠⁠‍ her chin, and‌‍⁠ spoke firmly.

She​ always appeared confident,‌⁠‍ but this time‌ her expression was‍⁠‍ especially grave.

What⁠‍​ could it be,‍⁠ something she had⁠‍ concealed even at​ the cost of‍‍​ being treated as‌‌⁠ a conspiracy theorist?​

If​ there were reasons⁠‍ to keep silent,‍‌ what were they?‍‌‌

Dereck’s‍⁠ gaze, filled with⁠⁠‌ questions, rested directly‍ on her.

Roselin‌​⁠ prolonged the wait⁠ even further and⁠ finally spoke.

But‌​‌ what she said⁠​ seemed to deviate​‍⁠ from the central​⁠ topic.

“Magic⁠‌ is the pillar‍ of the nobility’s​‌ power and a force that benefits⁠‌‍ the world.”

“…”⁠‌

“That⁠ idea is based⁠ on the magical‍​ theories of the⁠​ disciplinary school proclaimed​ by the great⁠‌‍ archmage Adelbert. That‍ unprecedented genius observed​‌‍ the Big Dipper‌‍ in the sky​‌‍ to classify magical‌​ lineages and ranks,​ pioneered magical theory,‌ and trained countless​⁠⁠ disciples. That is⁠‌ the essence of⁠ the noble disciplinary​ magic system that​ has endured to⁠ this day.”

That⁠ Roselin suddenly explained⁠​‌ a history of‍‌‍ magic known to⁠ any noble was‍ strange, but Dereck‍ did not react.⁠

He‌⁠⁠ simply listened.

Roselin⁠ smiled, as if‌⁠​ amused, and continued.‍

“But‍ tell me, isn’t‍‌ it curious? A legendary being who,⁠​‍ while young, grasped‌ the truth of⁠ magic on his‌⁠‌ own, challenged the‍‌⁠ dominion of the‌​​ gods, and established‍‍‌ the idea that‍ magic was the‌ noblest power of‌ all…”

At‌‍‍ that point, Dereck​ had already held‌​ his breath.

He⁠⁠ had a fairly⁠​‌ clear idea of‍ what she was‌ about to say.​⁠‌

If‌​ his assumption was⁠‌ correct, it was⁠⁠‌ also clear why‌‌ Roselin had never⁠‌ spoken of this⁠​‌ lightly.

With​‍⁠ her dark red‍‍​ hair falling loose,​ Roselin opened her⁠⁠‌ eyes wide and​‍ continued.

What‌ she said next⁠‌​ forced even Dereck‍‌ to open his‍⁠ eyes wide.

“Do‌⁠ you really believe‍⁠​ that someone like​ that ever existed?”‍‍​

Time‍ seemed to stop‍⁠⁠ in the room.⁠‍‌

A cosmic void, like​‍ gazing at a night sky without​ a single star.⁠

In​‍‌ that endless silence,‍‍ Dereck could not‌​ utter a word.‌‌

The‍​ thorny rose of‌ the Palace of​ Gremport.

Stay⁠ away from Princess​‌⁠ Roselin.

The‌‌⁠ words Melverot had‌​‌ warned him of‍ finally made sense.⁠‍

She‌ was denying the​ very origin of​ the era.

She‌ was saying that​ this world was​​​ nothing more than‌‌ a façade constructed​ by a mage⁠‍⁠ of the confusion‌‍‌ system.

***⁠‍

“Until‌‌​ the nighttime banquet​‍​ begins, do not‌‌ allow anyone to‌‍‌ enter.”

In​ the Bellos Pavilion‍ of Ravenclaw Academy,⁠ an entire building‌​‌ had been designated⁠‌⁠ as the residence‌ of Emperor Guttrel.‍‍‌

Someone​ of his rank‍‍ is not given​‍​ a room, but​‍ an entire building.​⁠⁠

Following‍‌ the advice of‍‍ Aiselin, an expert​⁠​ in protocol, Dereck‍​‍ had reserved an‌​​ exclusive building for‌ the emperor.

In‌‌ the largest hall‍‌ of the luxurious​ building, Emperor Guttrel‍‌ gave instructions to​ the head maid⁠‌ and sat alone.⁠

The‍‌ wrinkles on his​‌‍ aged hands carried‍ the weight of‌​‌ years.

With​‍ trembling hands, he‍‍‍ took a quill‌⁠ and a parchment,⁠‌‍ placed them on​‌​ the immaculate table,‍ and began to‍‍ write slowly, letter​‌⁠ by letter, pressing‍​​ carefully.

He‍ had lived a long life on⁠​‍ the throne, sometimes‌​ regarded as a tyrant and at⁠‌‌ other times as⁠​‍ a wise ruler.⁠​⁠

A life impossible to​ judge lightly.

Whatever​‍‍ the world’s opinion,​‍ the value of‍⁠ that life could​ only be judged‌ by a god.⁠​‌

Thinking‍​ so, Guttrel moved​ the quill beneath‌​​ the candlelight.

Knock.​​‍ Knock. Knock.

“Your​ Majesty. The welcome⁠⁠⁠ banquet will begin​‌ shortly. The maids​ have come to⁠ help you prepare.”​​⁠

As‌⁠ night fell, the⁠​‍ head imperial maid​‌ knocked cautiously on‍‌​ the door.

But​⁠‍ no sound came⁠⁠ from inside.

“…What‍ should we do,‍‌ Captain of the‍‍‌ Guard?”

“It​​ seems he has⁠⁠⁠ fallen asleep. It‌ would be best‍ to come back⁠‍ later. Perhaps we​ should delay the‌‌ banquet; it seems‌⁠⁠ he has not‍ yet recovered from‍‌‍ the journey.”

“Then‍ I will inform‌ House Duplain. Do⁠ you need anything⁠ else regarding security?”‌​‍

“No.‌‍ The imperial guard⁠⁠ already covers everything‍ from the surroundings​​ to the roof‌ and windows. Do‍​ not worry further‍‌ about it.”

The​ massive door remained‌ closed.

What‍⁠​ lay behind it‌‌‍ could not be​ seen.

Only⁠ a deathly silence‌‌‍ reigned.

***⁠

“The‍‌‍ banquet has been​‍ postponed a little.‍‍ It seems His‌ Majesty will take​​‍ some time to⁠ arrive at the​‍ main hall.”

When​​‌ the imperial head‌ maid delivered the⁠​‌ notice, Trisha let⁠ out a long​‌ sigh.

Dressed‍ in the gown​ and jewelry chosen​ by Aiselin, and‍ with makeup she‍ herself had touched‍​​ up, Trisha was‌ already drawing all​ the male gazes‍‍ in the hall.​

Aiselin’s​‍‍ talent for adorning‌‌⁠ ladies was incomparable‌ to that of‌‌ servants who merely⁠ worked mechanically.

Trisha,⁠⁠‍ who was already‌⁠‍ quite attractive to​ begin with, looked‌⁠ like a flower​‌ in full bloom.⁠⁠

‘I‌‍​ was so nervous…⁠ but it seems​⁠​ not yet.’

Having⁠⁠‌ tied her hair‌ up for the‍​‌ first time, Trisha⁠‌⁠ rubbed the back​​‍ of her neck⁠ a couple of‌ times, puffed out‍ her chest, and⁠‍‍ regulated her breathing.​‍

‘Well…⁠‍ since we’re here,​⁠ I’ll go see⁠​ the baron of⁠‌ Ravenclaw’s face…’

Speak⁠ of the tiger​‍ and it appears.​

In‌ the distance, in⁠‌ a corner of⁠⁠ the hall, Trisha‌​‍ saw Dereck entering⁠ accompanied by servants.‌

At‍ the sight of⁠ him, a confident‌ smile formed on⁠⁠‌ her lips.

Just‍​​ as she took⁠ a step forward,‍‌ thinking of how​⁠‍ to greet him…⁠​‌

She‍ stopped short.

Dereck’s‌‍⁠ expression was something⁠‌‌ she had never‍​⁠ seen before.

With⁠‌‍ one hand covering‌‍⁠ his mouth and​ his pupils dilated,‍ his gaze was⁠‍ sharper than ever.​​​

‘W-what…?’⁠

It‌‍ was the first‍​ time she had​ seen him like⁠ that.

Trisha‍ gave a small‍⁠⁠ involuntary hiccup and‍​‍ held her breath.​‍

It‌‌ was a completely​​ different side from‍ the firm yet​⁠ gentle Dereck she‍‌⁠ knew, and it​‍⁠ made her nervous‍ for reasons she‌​‍ could not explain.‍‌

‘What…⁠‌ what is happening…?’‍

With⁠​ her heart pounding​‌⁠ hard, Trisha swallowed.​‌‍

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