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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 184: Confusion (1)

Chapter 184: Confusion (1)

The‍‍ figure who exerted​‍ the greatest influence​‍​ over the magical‌​ power of the⁠⁠‌ nobles and who,‌‍ even now, continues‌ to be mentioned​ as a legend.‌‌

The⁠ individual who first​ established the concept‌ of magical stars,‌​ who measured the​ domain of the⁠‍ gods, and who‌‍​ stands at the⁠ very origin of‍ this magic-centered noble​⁠‌ supremacism.

The‌⁠ great mage who​ explored the world‍‍ beneath the Great⁠‍ Bear, Adelbert, is‌ nothing more than​ a fictional character⁠ created by a 6-star mage of​​ the confusion system.‍

Roselin’s‍‌ words were, in‌‌ practice, a claim‍ powerful enough to‌‌‌ turn the entire⁠​ noble magical world⁠ built thus far​‌ upside down.

“That‍ absurd individual never‍ existed in the​‍‌ first place, and‍⁠‌ no matter how⁠ much you scour‍ any corner of⁠ the distant past,‌​⁠ you will not⁠​ find a single‍⁠ trace of him.”‍‍

“And⁠‌‌ yet, from a certain day onward,‍ countless mages began​⁠⁠ to recognize the‍ existence of that‌​⁠ legendary figure and​ to believe in⁠ him.”

“Do​⁠‌ you truly feel‍‍⁠ that this magic-centered‍‍​ nobility possesses such⁠​ a long history?‍‍‍ The perception that‍ magic is noble‌‍ existed before, but⁠ not at this‌‍ level.”

“Magic​ is not so⁠​‍ different from learning‌​⁠ a technique. The‍‍ achievement of the​​‍ great mage Adelbert,‍⁠ of granting magic​​​ itself a mystique‍ that borders on‌⁠ the divine, is‌‍‍ nothing more than‍​ a façade created​⁠​ by a mage​‍‌ of the confusion⁠ system and spread​ throughout the world.”​⁠

As​‌ he strode down‌ the corridor with​ long steps, Dereck⁠‌​ wore a grave​‍ expression.

The‍‍ more he mulled‌ over the conversation​‍ he had had​‍ with Princess Roselin,‍ the clearer it‍ became to him​ why she had​‍ never made that​ absurd truth public⁠‍ and had kept⁠​ it buried in​ silence.

No⁠⁠ one would believe​⁠ a story like​​⁠ that.

It⁠‌ was an era⁠ in which magic⁠​‍ constituted the very⁠⁠ foundation of noble‌ power.

In​ such a context,‌‍‌ denying the fundamental‌ purity of magic,⁠ as Roselin did,‍ was nothing more​ than turning the​‌ entire world against​‍ oneself.

Magic​‌ had already become‌ the axis of‍ imperial nobility a very long time‌ ago.

Not​‌⁠ ten or twenty‍‌​ years, but easily​‍ several centuries.

Over‍‌ that long period,⁠ countless noble houses‌‌ had staked their‌‍‍ lives on magical⁠‌ refinement precisely because‍​ of the inherent⁠​ nobility attributed to‌⁠⁠ magic.

Was​‍ magic not, as‍ the exclusive monopoly​​​ of the nobility,⁠​ the most important​‍ means of representing​‌‌ their authority?

And​‍ yet, all of‍ that was nothing​‌​ more than a perception fabricated by‍‌‌ someone.

“It’s⁠‍‍ not just Adelbert.⁠ Long before that,‌​⁠ a mage with​‌ immense power, impossible​⁠‌ for us to​‍ perceive, was gradually‌ saturating the Empire‌⁠ with magic. Creating​ Adelbert, a fictitious‍‍⁠ existence and the⁠‌ ideal of all‍​​ noble mages, was​⁠ merely one part⁠ of that grand⁠ movement.”

Throughout​​​ the long history​‍⁠ of the Empire,​⁠ someone had been‌⁠ constantly injecting into⁠ this world the‌⁠ idea that magic⁠‌⁠ is something noble.⁠

Sometimes‍‌ by creating memories⁠⁠​ of people who‍‌‌ never existed, sometimes​⁠⁠ by giving rise‍ to stories that‌‍⁠ never happened.

That​ was how Gremport‍⁠⁠ became a holy⁠⁠ land of magic.​⁠

These⁠‌‍ were not movements‍‍ spanning ten or​‍ twenty years.

It⁠ was a work⁠‌​ built over an‌‍ immensely long period‌​‌ of time, and⁠​‌ we do not‍​ even know who‍ was responsible.

The‍‍ distortion Roselin had⁠​ discovered was nothing‍ more than a small fragment of‌‍ something vast and‍⁠ invisible.

“To‍ think this…?”

Although​​ he felt that‌‌⁠ Roselin’s assertions had‌⁠ a fantastical air,‍ Dereck had decided​‍ to believe her,⁠‌‌ at least for‌ now.

However,‌⁠ her theory turned​ out to be​ even more radical‍‍ than he had​​‍ imagined.

Even⁠⁠​ Roselin herself spoke‌​ with an expression‌⁠ that seemed to​​ say, “If you​​​ don’t believe it,⁠‌‍ there’s nothing to‌⁠ be done.”

She​​ was aware of​⁠‌ how absurd her⁠​​ own claim sounded.​⁠

Magic⁠‍ is not noble​​‌ at all, nor‍‍​ is it an‌‌ exclusive privilege of‍‍ the nobility.

The‌‍ reason the children⁠ of noble families‍⁠ often display greater‌ magical aptitude is​‍​ nothing more than‌⁠‌ having inherited good⁠ genes, having trained⁠ in better environments,⁠‍ and monopolizing magical​ knowledge and training​ methods.

That⁠‌‍ is why, from‌​ time to time,⁠​​ even among commoners,​‍ individuals appear who‍​ reach high levels​ in magic.

Drest⁠​‍ was one of​​ them.

Kalimford‍​ was another.

And‍ now, in the​ same way, so‌‍ was Dereck.

“It​‌‌ seems I need‍‍ to organize my​‍‍ thoughts better.”

After‍ all, the evening⁠‍ banquet had been⁠‍ postponed because Emperor​⁠ Gatrell was still⁠​​ not ready.

He⁠⁠ intended to use‌ that time to‌​‌ walk through the‍​⁠ academy gardens and‌ continue reflecting.

However,⁠ someone stopped Dereck’s⁠‍ hurried steps.

“Baron​‍⁠ Ravenclaw, an urgent​ matter has arisen.”‍

“…?”⁠​‌

As‌​‌ Dereck, accompanied by⁠​ his attendants, was​​ about to leave⁠⁠⁠ through the main​‌⁠ entrance of the⁠​⁠ hall, he tilted‍‌ his head in⁠‍‌ confusion.

The‍⁠ one who had‌ called out to​ him in an​‌ urgent voice was‍ an imperial magical​⁠​ adviser wrapped in⁠‌ a reddish-brown robe.‌⁠

From​ the emblem of‌​ a feather drawn‍⁠‌ along the left‌‌​ side of the​​​ hood, he appeared⁠ to be a direct subordinate of​​ Kohella.

“I⁠ am Aren, a member of the‌‌​ committee of direct‌ imperial magical advisers​‍​ of the Palace​​ of Gremport.”

“What‍ is the matter?”‍​

“We‌‍ need you to‌ proceed immediately to​​‍ the Bellos Pavilion.‌‌⁠ It appears necessary‍‍​ to completely suspend⁠ all events planned⁠ for today and‍​⁠ tomorrow and declare⁠ a state of⁠‌ emergency.”

“…?”‌

Just⁠ as Dereck was⁠‌‍ about to ask‌​‍ what all this​​ meant—

Rumble!‍​​ Boom! Rumble!

Whooom!​‌

Across‌‌ the vast grounds​​​ of the newly⁠⁠​ built Academy Ravenclaw,‌‌‌ colossal in size⁠ yet still nearly‌⁠ empty inside, an⁠​‌ enormous magic circle​‌‍ began to rise‌‌​ along the perimeter.‌​​

In‌ an instant, it‌⁠​ took the form‌‌‍ of a barrier‌⁠⁠ and enveloped the⁠ entire area.

“W-what​ is this? A-an‍ earthquake?”

“Ahh!​ Hold on tight⁠​‌ so you don’t‌‍ fall!”

Rumble!‍​⁠ Boom!

Whummm!‍​

When⁠ Dereck frowned and‌‍ raised his gaze‌‌‍ to the sky,⁠ he could clearly‍ see the formation‍ of a barrier‌ being completed with⁠‍ flawless precision.

An​ absolute spatial isolation⁠ spell, allowing neither‍ entry nor exit.‌​

Five-star‌​‌ transformation magic, large-scale⁠⁠​ spatial separation.

In‌​​ the entire world,‌​ only a handful​⁠​ of individuals were​‌ capable of manifesting⁠​‌ transformation magic of‌ such magnitude instantaneously‍ and without prior​​ preparation.

And⁠⁠‌ given the circumstances,‌​ it was obvious‍⁠‌ who had erected‍‍ such a colossal⁠ barrier.

The⁠ magical adviser standing‌‍ before him did‍‍​ not show the​‍‍ slightest hint of​ surprise at the⁠‌ sudden change in​‍ the surroundings.

As‍‍ if she had‍‍‍ known it would​‍‌ happen, she merely⁠​‍ explained the situation‍‍⁠ calmly.

“At‌ this moment, Lady​‌ Kohella is raising‌ the barrier to⁠‍‍ prevent anyone from​​ entering or leaving.”‌

“…Why?”‍

“To‌​ prevent the suspect‌‍‌ from escaping.”

The⁠​​ word “suspect” sent​ a chill of​‌​ foreboding through Dereck.‍

And⁠‍‌ what Aren said⁠⁠​ next was a revelation so absurd‌ that it instantly​⁠ wiped away everything‍ he had just⁠ heard from Roselin.‌⁠​

“Emperor​‌ Gattrel has been‍ assassinated.”

It​ heralded an upheaval⁠ on a national​‌‌ scale.

***‍​

When⁠‍​ they arrived at⁠​ the Bellos Pavilion,​⁠‍ which had been⁠‍⁠ provided as the‌‌ emperor’s residence, the⁠​ faces of the‌‌‍ imperial guards and‍‌ the servants were⁠‍‍ already completely pale,‍ without a single‌ drop of blood​​‌ left in them.‍‍⁠

The⁠ news had not​‍‍ yet spread to​⁠‍ the Amaryllis dormitories,‍ but at least​ among the people​ staying in the⁠ Bellos Pavilion, it‌ seemed that the‍‍ information had already‌ circulated completely.

The⁠ content of what​​⁠ had been conveyed‍⁠‍ made one doubt‍ one’s own ears‍ even when hearing‍ it again.

Emperor‌​ Gattrel had been​‌ assassinated.

The⁠‍⁠ aged emperor who‌⁠‌ had shared nearly⁠​‌ a hundred years‍ of history with​ this empire had⁠ ended his life‍⁠‌ precisely in this​‍‍ place.

Accompanied​‍ by the chief‍ butler and the⁠‌⁠ head maid, Dereck⁠​⁠ strode briskly through​ the inner corridors⁠​​ of the Bellos‌‌ Pavilion.

Every​⁠‍ person he passed⁠ wore an expression‌​ of absolute shock.‌‍

Guided‌​‌ by the magical⁠ adviser Aren, Dereck⁠ headed toward the⁠‍⁠ rooms reserved for⁠ the distinguished guests​⁠ who had arrived⁠⁠⁠ from the imperial​ capital.

Along‍ the way, he‌​ crossed paths with‍⁠ several magical advisers⁠⁠​ whom Kohella had​​ personally brought and⁠⁠‍ returned their greetings​ with a slight‌‍‍ nod of his​‍‍ head.

He⁠⁠‍ also encountered the⁠‍​ imperial chief butler‍‌​ and head maid,‍​ whom he questioned‍⁠⁠ about the situation.‌⁠​

No‌ one looked well.‍​‌

If⁠‌ the information Aren‍​‌ had conveyed was​​​ true, then at‍‍​ least some of​‌ the people who‍⁠ had been present⁠⁠ that night would⁠‍‍ bear inescapable responsibility.‍‍‍

And‌​⁠ responsibility was like‍ an unpredictable fish—you‌⁠ never knew from‍​‌ where or when‌⁠​ it might leap⁠ out and suddenly‍ strangle you.

There​‍⁠ were several hundred‌⁠‌ guards assigned exclusively‍‍⁠ to protect a single building, and‍⁠ yet the emperor‍⁠ had been assassinated.‌⁠‌

How⁠⁠ could something like‌‍⁠ this have happened?​‍​

Maintaining​​⁠ his composure as‌⁠‌ much as he‍ could, Dereck finally​‍ arrived at the‍‌ very door of‌ the imperial bedroom.⁠‌‍

‘The‌ security is even⁠‍​ stricter than I imagined.’

Two‌‍‍ members of the⁠‌‌ imperial guard stood​‍‍ watch at each‍⁠‍ window, and four‍‍⁠ more guarded the​⁠​ door.

According​​ to what he⁠ had heard, there‍ were also guards‌​ stationed along the‌​​ outer wall, personnel​‍ monitoring the roof​ in case someone⁠‍‍ attempted to descend‌ from above, and,​‍ in addition, a double line of‍​ escort around the‍‍​ perimeter.

More⁠‍‍ than an iron‍ fortress, it was⁠‍ an environment where⁠ not even a rat could slip⁠ in.

Creaak.⁠‌​

Dereck‍ opened the door⁠ and entered.

Before‌⁠⁠ him appeared an⁠ enormous table lavishly‍‌⁠ prepared for the​ emperor.

And‌ there, reclined as‍‍ if asleep, lay⁠​‌ Emperor Gattrel.

His‍‍ expression was strangely‍ serene, as though‍⁠ he were enjoying⁠⁠ a deep sleep.‌‌​

That⁠​⁠ aged emperor, who​ so often furrowed‌​ his brow, now​⁠ simply looked like‌ a man exhausted‌​ who had succumbed​‍ to fatigue.

However,​ beneath his neck​​‍ had pooled a large amount of‍​‌ blood that had​ already dried.

And​ upon observing the‍‌ open hole in​​ his left chest,‍​ it was evident​​ that there was‌‌ no heart left​​‌ inside.

“…”⁠

Dereck⁠ ran a hand​ over his face.‌

Right⁠⁠ here, on the⁠ grounds where the‌‌‍ Academy Ravenclaw was‍ being constructed, just​⁠ before the inspection​ event prior to​ the opening ceremony.‌‍

The⁠‌ emperor had died‍‌‍ in this place.‍​‌

A sense of pressure,​‌‌ similar to what‌‍​ he had felt‍⁠ when facing a colossal beast during‌ a deadly raid,​ ran down his⁠‌​ spine.

Catastrophes‌ could not be⁠⁠‍ avoided, and trials‌ arrived without warning.‍⁠

Dereck‍⁠‌ did not panic,⁠‍​ but neither could‍‌⁠ he afford to​‌‌ relax.

“You‌‌ have arrived, Sir‍‍ Dereck.”

From‌⁠‍ beside the corpse,​‌‌ Kohella, who was‍⁠ breathing heavily, straightened​​‍ up.

The‌⁠ empire’s chief magical⁠‍​ adviser, the old‌‍ fox regarded as​ the most powerful​ among the mages⁠​‌ of Gremport Palace.​

Uncharacteristically‌⁠ for her, she‌‍⁠ was drenched in⁠ cold sweat and⁠‌⁠ breathing with difficulty.⁠

Even‌ for a transformation​⁠‌ mage of her‍ level, deploying a barrier formation capable⁠‍‍ of completely engulfing​ the academy grounds​​​ must have been​⁠‌ an extreme effort.⁠⁠

And​⁠ on top of⁠‍ that, she had​ had to do‌ it quickly in‍ order to block​ all escape routes​⁠​ before identifying the⁠‍‌ suspect.

“This‌​ old body should‍​ no longer be⁠​​ pushed this far…​ the last time‌​‌ I deployed a formation of this‍⁠​ magnitude must have‍ been during the‍​ Dawn War.”

“May⁠‌‍ I request a detailed explanation of​⁠ the situation?”

“If⁠‌ we speak only⁠​ of the result,‍ what you see​‌‍ before your eyes‍⁠ is everything. But‌​ if we go​‌⁠ into the details,⁠‌ we would never‌​​ finish.”

Kohella⁠‌ collapsed wearily into‍‌‌ a luxurious chair​‌‌ in a corner‍​ of the room.‌

That‍⁠ she did not‍‍ show panic at⁠‌ the sight of​‍ the emperor’s corpse⁠‍⁠ was fitting for‌‌ someone who had‍ been through all​​ kinds of situations​ in her life.‌

Even‌‌‍ so, she did​‌⁠ not seem completely‍ unshaken by such​​ a shocking event.​​⁠

Wiping‍⁠‍ away the cold⁠‌‌ sweat, she spoke⁠‌‌ in a trembling​‌‍ voice.

“Between‍⁠‌ the moment we⁠ arrived at the​ Bellos Pavilion and‌ the completion of‌​ the banquet preparations…‍ someone managed to⁠ breach the security‌​‍ of this building⁠​⁠ and assassinate His⁠ Majesty.”

“……”‍

It‍ was a literal⁠​​ description of what‌⁠ had occurred.

Yet‍⁠​ no matter how⁠ many times one⁠⁠‍ heard it, it​⁠ was difficult to​‌⁠ accept it at​‍‍ face value.

The​‍‌ supreme ruler of​‍‍ this era, who​‍​ for nearly a hundred years had‌⁠‌ looked down upon‌‍ all from the‍‌ pinnacle of the‌ empire, had died‌⁠ in such an⁠⁠​ absurd manner.

And‌‌‍ then, Kohella’s next‍⁠​ words complicated the​‍‌ situation even further.⁠⁠

“Within⁠ this small building​ alone, there were‍ more than five​ hundred guards stationed.”‍

“…”⁠

“However,‍ at the exact‌‌‌ moment His Majesty‌⁠ was assassinated… no‌‍ one remembers where⁠‍⁠ they were or‍⁠‌ what they were‍⁠‍ doing.”

The‌ preliminary investigation had‌‍ already been conducted.​

The‍ moment the incident​⁠ occurred, Kohella had‍ immediately gathered the‍​ imperial guard to‍‍ hear their testimonies.⁠‍‍

But‌ no one remembered‌‍ what they had⁠​ been doing during‌⁠​ the estimated time⁠​ of the crime.⁠‍⁠

They​​ all described a vague sensation, as​​ if they had⁠⁠‍ lost time without⁠‍⁠ realizing it.

That​⁠‍ perhaps they had‌‌‍ fallen asleep.

That‍‌​ maybe they had‍ lost their concentration.⁠‌‌

It‌⁠ was not a simple matter of​​ poor memory or‍ failing to notice⁠⁠ something suspicious.

The⁠‍ memories did not‍ exist.

The⁠​‌ memory itself had‍‌⁠ been erased.

What‍​‍ did that mean?⁠

“Is‍‍ this someone capable‌⁠ of directly manipulating‌⁠ memory?”

“…”⁠

Kohella’s‌ silence was the⁠ answer.

The‌ method of the⁠⁠‍ crime was absurdly​ simple.

Enter⁠ calmly, kill the⁠‍⁠ emperor, erase all⁠‌ memories, and leave.‌

So​​‍ simple that it⁠​ was almost insulting.⁠

But‍‌⁠ erasing the memories⁠​​ of hundreds of‌​ imperial guards all​⁠‌ at once far​ exceeded the level‌ of a mere‌‌​ expert in confusion‌‍⁠ magic.

It‍‍ was something far‌​⁠ beyond that.

“…”‌‌

Dereck‌ once again ran‌ a hand across‍‌ his forehead and‍⁠ sharpened his gaze​⁠‌ even further.

Panicking​⁠‌ would solve nothing.​‍​

A being that trampled‌ even memory, that‌‍ manipulated the five​‍ senses…

How‌ was one supposed⁠‌‍ to capture someone⁠⁠ like that?

It‍ was a task‌‍ that demanded making‍‍​ the impossible possible.​‌⁠

And​ yet, there were⁠‍‍ moments in life‌⁠‍ when one had​ no choice but⁠ to accept that​⁠⁠ challenge.

For​ Dereck, it was‌⁠‍ nothing new.

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