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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 185: Confusion (2)

Chapter 185: Confusion (2)

— The necromancers of​‌‍ Rodents Island, the‍‍ barbarians of the‍ Raphus mountain range,‌ and the beasts‍‌‌ of the labyrinth—all⁠​‍ of them are⁠⁠ threats to the‌‌⁠ Empire. However, if⁠⁠ I had to‍​​ say who kept‌ a sword pointed‍ at my neck​‌ for the longest‌ time… in the​‍​ end, it would⁠⁠ be the noble​​ bureaucrats of the‌​ Empire.

— I wield them‌ as if they‌⁠ were a sword,⁠ but at any⁠⁠ moment they could‌ also drive the​‍ blade into my‍‍‌ neck, so please,​​ Roselin, never let‌⁠‍ your guard down.‌

Princess⁠⁠‍ Roselin gazed at‌⁠‌ the corpse of‍ Emperor Gatrell, slumped‍ in the chair‌ as if asleep.​‌

He‌ could not be‍ called an affectionate‌ father, but whenever‌‍ he saw Roselin’s‍​‌ face, he was​⁠ someone who never‌​ failed to express‌‌ his concern for⁠​​ her.

Death‍‌​ arrives without warning.⁠‌​

So⁠ does farewell.

She‍ had believed that,‌ after clashing and‍‍‍ being worn down‌‌​ in the political‌⁠ struggles of the‍‍ imperial palace, her‌‌‌ feelings had been⁠‌ almost completely eroded,​​ but as she​‍ stood before that‌‌ body covered only⁠‌ in wrinkles, something‍‌ in her chest‌⁠ trembled despite herself.⁠​

Do‍​ not be shaken.‌‍

Become⁠‌‍ a cold and‍‌ distant person, analyze⁠‍ the current situation‍⁠⁠ rationally, without losing​ composure.

Even⁠ that self-suggestion, which‍‌ had already become‌‍ almost a habit,‌‍ held little meaning​⁠⁠ before the corpse‍ of her father,‍‌‍ the one who‌​‍ had given birth​‌ to her and‍ raised her.

Princess​ Roselin remained silent,⁠​ biting her lower⁠ lip.

She⁠‌‍ did not show‌⁠​ the reactions normally‌⁠‍ expected of a child upon the‍ death of a parent.

She‌​ did not cry‌​ out loudly or​ raise her voice;‌​ she showed no‌‍‌ exaggerated emotional reaction.​‍​

It‌‍‍ was because she‌⁠ was accustomed to⁠ suppressing her feelings.‌​​

However,⁠ the expression on‌‌ her face, hidden‍⁠​ behind her fallen‌ bangs, could not⁠ be seen.

She⁠​ simply left the​⁠‍ place, walking with⁠​ firm steps, without⁠​ saying a single‍ word, and kept​ walking.

In​⁠ her gaze flowed‍‌ a frigid, murderous‌​ aura.

“This​‍⁠ is news that‍⁠⁠ will shake the‍ entire Empire. It​‍‍ is not something⁠‍ that can be‍ hidden, so sooner‌⁠‌ or later we‌ will have to​ make it public.”‌

Just‍‌ one floor below​‌ the room where‌⁠​ Emperor Gatrell’s body‍ was being prepared.‌‌​

In⁠ a dark room,​ seated around a conference table, were​⁠ three people.

The⁠‌ person with ultimate‌‍⁠ responsibility for the⁠⁠ Academy Ravenclaw and⁠​ who bore the​​‍ final accountability for‌ the place, Baron⁠​ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw.⁠⁠

The​​‌ legitimate daughter of‍​‌ Emperor Gatrell, heir‍‌ to the throne‌ and possessor of‌‌​ innate immunity to‌‍ all forms of​ magic, Princess Roselin.​​

And‌⁠​ the Empire’s chief‌‌‍ magical adviser, a 6-star transformation mage​‍ and the true‍⁠⁠ authority of the‌‌‌ inspection entourage, Kohella.​

In‌‍⁠ practice, they were‍ the key figures‍⁠ of this inspection⁠ and the ones‌‍⁠ who had seen‍‌ the emperor’s death​‌ most closely.

They​ were also the​ ones who now​​‍ had to deal⁠​⁠ with the situation⁠ going forward.

“Father…”‌

Princess​⁠ Roselin’s voice, after‍‌⁠ hearing the entire​ report, grew even‍​ colder.

Emperor‌ Gatrell, who had​​‍ always steadfastly supported⁠‌ her as heir​​‌ to the throne,​⁠⁠ surely loved her⁠​ deeply.

In​‍ the eyes of​‍ Roselin, who had‍​ lost that father,​ flames filled with​ warmth burned.

“Without​ a doubt, it‌‍ was the work‍ of a confusion‌ mage.”

“…Given‍‍ the circumstances, it‍ seems so. There‌‍ are divided opinions​‍ on whether a 6-star confusion mage‌​‍ truly exists, but​ at the very​ least, it is‌ certain that this⁠ was done by⁠⁠​ someone of 5 stars or higher.”​⁠⁠

“This‌‍‌ barrier spell that​⁠ covers the entire​ academy—was it deployed‌‍​ directly by Adviser‍‌ Kohella?”

“Yes.‌​ As long as⁠‍ my mana holds,​⁠ not a single​ rat will be‍ able to leave‍‌ this construction site.”⁠

Completely⁠ sealing such an‌⁠ enormous area with‍⁠⁠ more than a dozen buildings, all⁠​​ by herself, was‍‌ without question astonishing.‌​‌

However,⁠‍ human mana is⁠‌ not infinite.

No⁠​ matter how much⁠ of a 6-star‌⁠​ mage she was,⁠ she could not⁠ maintain a barrier‍ of that scale‍‍ for days on‌‌ end.

“I‌​ can maintain it‍​‍ for about three⁠ days… beyond that,‌⁠‌ it is uncertain.”‍⁠

“I⁠⁠​ see. Then within‌​ three days, we⁠⁠⁠ must find the‍​‌ bastard who killed⁠​ my father inside​​‍ this barrier.”

Princess⁠‍⁠ Roselin exhaled softly‌ and brought her‍‍‍ breathing back under‌‍​ control.

The​​⁠ fire burning in‍​‍ her eyes grew‌‌ even more intense.⁠⁠

This⁠ was the moment‌‌‍ when curses, resentful‍ lamentations, or emotion-laden‌ words could have‍⁠ burst forth.

But‌⁠‍ Roselin composed herself,‍‍​ restrained the tremor‍‍ in her voice⁠ as much as​⁠ possible, and spoke.⁠

“First,‍‌ why was my‌ father killed? If​ it had been‍ the work of​‌​ his political enemies,⁠⁠‌ I could at​ least understand it,⁠⁠‌ but the fact​ that someone with⁠​⁠ no direct connection​‌‍ to the Palace‌‍‌ of Gremport assassinated​‍ the emperor means‍‍ there was an‌​ instigator, or that​⁠⁠ there was another⁠‍ objective.”

She‍ strove to organize​‌ the situation while‌⁠​ maintaining reason.

Her​ emotions burned with‌​‌ resentment and anger,⁠⁠ but her actions⁠⁠ were not swept‌ away by them.‌​

It​⁠ was an indispensable​⁠ skill for surviving‌‍ as heir to​‌ the throne in‌ the Palace of‌ Gremport.

Dereck,‌‍‍ arms crossed, glanced‌‍‍ sideways at Princess⁠ Roselin.

She​‍​ was someone capable⁠‍ of separating emotion⁠‌​ from reason.

He​‌ even thought that,‌‍​ had she been‌‌​ a mercenary, she⁠‍ would have done⁠‍ quite well.

It⁠ was not an‍‍​ appropriate impression for‍‌‍ an imperial princess,‌ but in the⁠‌ end, judging others‌ by one’s own⁠‌ standards was only⁠‍⁠ natural.

“…The​ Light of the‍​⁠ Empire has disappeared.”‍

“…What?”​⁠

Why‌‍⁠ kill Emperor Gatrell?‍⁠

The‌⁠​ answer seemed to⁠ be something Kohella​⁠ already knew.

The‍ 6-star magical weapon​ Light of the​ Empire, capable of⁠ extending its visual​⁠‍ range and the⁠‌‌ effects of its​‌ mana to any‍⁠⁠ point within the‍‍ imperial borders, had‍​​ vanished.

It⁠​ was a legendary⁠ artifact permitted solely⁠⁠ to the emperor.⁠‌

“The​‌‍ Light of the‍ Empire is a magical object that​⁠ belongs exclusively to‍⁠​ His Majesty Emperor​ Gatrell. It is​ not something that‍​ can be used⁠ simply by stealing​‌ it. I, Kohella,⁠​⁠ spent days and​‍⁠ nights tempering its‌⁠‌ mana so that‍⁠ only the emperor⁠‍‌ could access its‍ power.”

“Then​​ are you saying‌⁠⁠ he killed him⁠​ in order to‌ use that staff?”​​⁠

“For‌‍‍ now, that is⁠ the most likely‍ possibility. He could​‌ not break the⁠‌​ mana bindings I myself forged, so‍⁠ he killed its‍ owner and released‍⁠⁠ the restrictions imposed⁠⁠ on the staff.”​​

A 6-star magical weapon‍⁠⁠ capable of projecting‌ its effects anywhere‍​ in the Empire.‌‍​

The⁠⁠‌ fact that a 6-star confusion mage‌ had stolen it‌‍ was profoundly unsettling.‌

“He‌⁠‌ surely had some⁠ purpose. But a magical weapon of​‍ that level cannot⁠⁠ be used easily.⁠ Even I, as‍‌‌ an expert in‌ transformation magic, take‍ close to ten‌⁠⁠ days to engrave‍​ mana into a 6-star weapon and‌‌‍ bind it to‍ an owner.”

No​‌‌ matter how great⁠⁠‍ a master of​ magic one is,‍ it is not‌ a weapon that‌ can be used‌‍ overnight.

That‍‍ was why, if‍‌​ they managed to‍ identify the culprit⁠​ right here, they‍‍ could still recover‍​ the staff.

That⁠ was the reason‌ Kohella had sealed‌⁠⁠ the entire construction‌ site with a barrier.

If⁠‌ the culprit escaped,⁠⁠ no one knew⁠​ what atrocities could‍ be committed with⁠ that staff.

At‍​ this moment, in​‌​ this place, they​‌‌ had to resolve​ the situation.

The​ staff of Emperor‍ Gatrell, the Light‍‍‌ of the Empire,‍‌ was not merely‌ a magical weapon​ of great power.⁠⁠

It‌⁠ was a symbol‍​ of true power⁠‌ at the apex⁠ of the Empire,​‍​ almost equivalent to‌​ imperial authority itself.⁠‌‍

It⁠‌ was not something‍‍‍ that could be⁠​ stolen in this‌ manner.

They‌‍ had to recover‍​ it at all‍‌ costs.

That‍ was the core⁠⁠ of what Kohella⁠ wished to convey.‍⁠‍

“Everyone‌​ will already be‌‌⁠ alarmed by the‍‍ deployment of the​​‍ barrier. We can‌‍​ no longer conceal​ what has happened⁠⁠​ here. We should‍⁠‍ gather all the‌‍ guests in the‌‍ main hall and⁠‌ explain how the​⁠ situation is unfolding.‌ Since Dereck is‍‍ the de facto‍‌⁠ administrator of the​ Academy Ravenclaw, it‍‍ would be best​‍⁠ if you lead‍ the announcement.”

“Understood.‌ There are many‌‌​ influential nobles from‍ the southwest of‍‍⁠ the continent present,‌ so I will⁠ be careful not‍⁠ to increase the⁠‍⁠ confusion.”

“The⁠⁠ confusion will probably​‌ be inevitable. The​ question is whether‍ we can catch‍‍⁠ the culprit.”

Princess‌‍ Roselin crossed her​ arms and bit‍ her lower lip‍‌‍ once more.

Even⁠‍ amid the storm​‍​ of emotions, she‍​⁠ absorbed the situation‌ briefly and concisely.‍​

“The​​‌ enemy manipulates memories‌‍ with complete impunity⁠ and, being skilled⁠‍ in confusion magic,‍ can likely disguise‌​ themselves freely. Even‌ if you discover‌⁠‌ them, what happens​ if you forget‍ that memory? And⁠ what if they‌‌‍ erase even their⁠ own existence and‌ disappear into the⁠ crowd?”

“It‍ will not be⁠⁠ easy, certainly. But‍​ even a 6-star⁠ mage must have​ weaknesses and limitations.”​

Even​‍ 6-star mages grow‍⁠ tired.

After⁠‍ summoning a meteor,‌​‍ Kalimford would be‍⁠‌ exhausted and gasping,‍‌⁠ and Kohella likewise‍​ could not maintain‌ a barrier of‌⁠ such magnitude forever.⁠

If⁠⁠‍ the culprit had‍‍ freely erased the⁠ memories of hundreds,​‍ even thousands of‍⁠⁠ people, they had​ undoubtedly consumed an‌⁠​ enormous amount of​ mana.

That⁠ was why many​‌ doubted Princess Roselin’s⁠‍‌ claim that a 6-star confusion mage‌​ had altered the⁠ world itself.

To⁠ accomplish something like‍⁠ that would require​ a volume of⁠​​ mana that no​⁠ longer belonged to‍‌ the human realm.⁠​

A mage without mana‍ can do nothing.‍‍​

“And​⁠‍ above all, if‌ something changes or‍‌⁠ something suspicious arises—even‌‍⁠ if others do​⁠ not notice it—would‍⁠ you not be‍‍‍ able to perceive‍ it, Princess Roselin?”⁠

“That…‍‌‌ is true.”

“Then​‌‌ it would be⁠ best for you‍ to keep your‍⁠ mind firmly grounded.”‍‌​

Dereck‍⁠‌ ran a hand⁠​ over his dry‍ face once more‌ and gave himself​ a couple of‌⁠‌ light slaps on‍​​ the cheeks.

The‌ situation was chaotic,‌ and he had‍⁠ to keep a cool head.

He​​ even had to⁠​​ distrust his own​ memory and perception.⁠‌‍

The⁠‍‍ suspects were all‌⁠ the mages present‌‍ on this construction‌‍ site.

Nearly​ all the great‍ noble families were⁠‍‍ in attendance, so​‌ they had to‌​ suspect everyone.

Time‍⁠ was not infinite,‌⁠ either.

They⁠ could not even‍ estimate the true‍​ identity of the‍⁠​ enemy.

From​⁠ the beginning, the‍⁠‍ culprit could already​⁠ be in disguise,⁠​ mingled among acquaintances.​​

Everything⁠ seemed shrouded in‍‌ a thick, oppressive⁠​⁠ fog.

Within⁠ it, they had‌⁠ to distinguish ally‍ from enemy.

A sensation like wandering⁠⁠ through the deepest​‌​ part of a labyrinth.

It‍ was a familiar‍​⁠ feeling for Dereck,‌‍‍ though no easier‍⁠⁠ to endure for‌ that reason.

Pushing‌⁠ the table back,‍‌⁠ Dereck stood up​‍ and spoke.

“For​ now, I will⁠‌‍ gather all those‌‍ who can use⁠⁠⁠ magic, even a little, in the‌ main hall and⁠⁠‍ inform them of‌​​ the situation. It‌​⁠ will probably get⁠​ somewhat noisy.”

“Before⁠‍​ that, there is⁠ something I must‍ tell you.”

It​‌ was just as‌‍ Dereck was standing⁠‍ up to begin​​​ what needed to⁠​ be done.

Kohella‌⁠ called out to‌‌ him in a low voice and⁠⁠ formed a smile⁠⁠‌ laden with meaning.‌​

One‌‌ never grew accustomed‌​ to the crafty​⁠ smile of that⁠​⁠ old mage.

When⁠ Dereck turned his‌​‌ gaze, Kohella met​‌ his eyes and​ released mana from​ the tips of‌‌‌ her fingers, conjuring‍ something bright in​‌ the air.

It​ took the shape⁠ of a book.⁠​

It​⁠‌ was an object⁠‍​ that had not‍ been visible at‌ all until moments​ ago, likely concealed‍⁠ by transformation magic.‌

“…What⁠ is this?”

“It⁠‍ is a magical‍‌ artifact called the‍ Book of Longing.​ A 5-star magical​‌ artifact.”

Princess⁠ Roselin seemed to‌​‍ have seen that‍​ object before, as‌‍ she watched it‌‌⁠ with evident unease.‍⁠

A 5-star magical artifact‍⁠ could easily be‌ worth more than‍‌​ several mansions combined.​‍

They‍‍ could only be⁠ found in white-zone⁠​‍ labyrinths or created‌⁠‌ by master-level transformation​ mages who had​ surpassed their own⁠​ limits.

Dereck⁠‌ looked at Kohella‍‍​ in silence, as⁠​ if asking why‌​ she was showing‍‌‌ him such a thing.

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

Kohella,‍‍ as if she‍‍ had read Dereck’s‍⁠⁠ intention, continued speaking‌‍​ with her usual‌ smile.

“That‍​⁠ is why I have been preparing‌‍ for a long‌​ time. Because if‍​ one day I were to confront‍⁠‍ that unknown existence,​ I would absolutely‍‍⁠ need a means​ to oppose it.”‌

“This⁠‌ book… is that‍‍‍ means?”

“Yes.⁠‍ That’s right. The‍⁠ ability of this​⁠ book is very‍‌ simple. If you‌ read its contents,‌‍⁠ understand them, and‍ recite them…”

Kohella⁠‌ also pushed her⁠‌ chair back with‌‌⁠ a faint creak​⁠ and stood up,​ continuing in a deeper voice.

“It⁠ grants… a wish…”​‍​

“…”​

Dereck‌‍ understood it instantly.‍‌⁠

There‌ were far too⁠ many things omitted​ in Kohella’s explanation.⁠

A power as simple​ and direct as⁠⁠ granting wishes, something​⁠ straight out of⁠​ fairy tales.

If‍‍ it truly were‍‌ an artifact capable⁠​​ of such a thing, it would⁠‌ not be 5-star,⁠ but of an‌ even higher rank.​

If⁠‍‍ Kohella was not‌⁠‍ lying, then that‍‌‍ power was certainly⁠​ not free.

Or‍‌ else, the “wish”⁠​ it granted must⁠ have very clear​‌⁠ limitations.

“As‌​ you can already‌​ imagine, that power‍‌ is not free.⁠​‍ Immense power always⁠‌ comes with an⁠ equivalent price. There‍‍‍ is also no​​ guarantee that using​⁠‍ this will allow⁠ us to capture​​‌ a 6-star confusion‍ mage. As you⁠⁠⁠ might expect, that‌ power is not‍​⁠ infinite either. But⁠ it will undoubtedly‌ be a key⁠‌‌ move in capturing‌ the subject.”

“…”​​

“If⁠ I were to​ lose my memories⁠ about this Book​ of Longing, could‍‍‌ you not remember‍ it on my‍‌ behalf, Dereck?”

Those​⁠‍ words were heavy​ with meaning.

Even‌ if a 6-star​‍​ confusion mage existed,‌‌ it would not​⁠ be easy for‌ them to manipulate⁠‌ the memories of⁠ Kohella, who herself​‌​ was also a 6-star mage.

Even‌​‍ within confusion magic,⁠ resistance varied greatly‌​ depending on the⁠⁠‌ opponent.

So⁠‍‌ if Kohella were‍‌‍ affected by that‌ magic and began‌ to lose her⁠‍ memories, the chances‌ that Dereck would‌ emerge unscathed would‍​ also be extremely​ low.

Even‌‍ so, Kohella seemed⁠ to have some‍⁠​ kind of plan,‍ which was why​⁠ she was making‍​ that request.

“Would​​⁠ it not be​⁠‌ more appropriate to‍ make that request⁠ of Princess Roselin⁠‍ rather than me?”‌

“Of‌​‌ course, I have‌ already told the​​​ princess.”

“Is​‌ that so?”

When⁠‌‌ Dereck looked at‌‍ Princess Roselin, she⁠ nodded silently.

It‌‌ seemed she had​‍​ already received a more detailed explanation‍ about the book.​‌‌

Dereck‍ closed his eyes⁠ for a moment,‍ ran a hand‍‍ over his dry⁠‌‍ face once more,‍‌‌ and let out‌‍ a long sigh.‌‌

“Alright.”⁠

The​ opponent was an‌‍​ existence whose very​⁠ presence was difficult​ to perceive, capable​‌ of changing appearance​⁠ at will, erasing‍‌ existing memories, and‌ creating memories that​ never existed.

An​ absurd being.

The‍⁠​ suspects were everyone⁠​ inside this academy.‌‍

“Then,‍‍​ let’s do it.”‌‍

With​ his eyes wide⁠‍ open and shining​ with determination, Dereck​‌​ left the room,‍ walking forward with⁠‍‌ firm steps.

***‌

“W-what​ does that mean?”‌

“Are‌ you saying that​‌ His Majesty Emperor‍ Gatrell… has passed‌‍ away…?”

“N-no…‌⁠ h-how could something‌ like that happen…?”‌⁠‌

The‌⁠‍ main hall of‌ the central building‍‍‍ of the Academy​‍‌ Ravenclaw.

There,​‍ with everyone who‌​‌ possessed even a little mana gathered‌‌⁠ together, Dereck stood‍⁠ upright on the‌⁠‌ podium and informed⁠ them of the‌‌​ situation.

As​⁠ expected, chaos immediately​⁠ spread among those​⁠⁠ present.

Faced‍‍‌ with news so‌‌ unbelievable that it‌‍ made one doubt‌ one’s own ears,‍⁠ not only the‌‍‌ nobles of great​ houses but even‌ the soldiers guarding⁠⁠‍ the main hall​ began to tremble.‌⁠​

It⁠‍‍ was not only‍​‌ guests from the‍‌ Duplain, Belmierd, Beltus,‌⁠⁠ and Renuel families—there‍⁠ was practically at‌​⁠ least one or⁠⁠ two members from⁠ every renowned noble​​ house.

The‌‍‌ main hall filled‍ with chaotic murmurs.​

The⁠ explanations that followed​​ were, one after​ another, just as‍ shocking.

Until‍ the culprit was‍​‍ identified, no one​ would be allowed⁠ to leave.

There‍ was the possibility​⁠​ that the culprit‌‍‍ was a mage⁠‍ capable of manipulating​​ human perception at​‌‍ will.

Most⁠‌‌ likely, a 6-star⁠ confusion mage.

When​⁠ that information was⁠‌ conveyed, the agitation​‍ erupted once more‌‍ among the attendees.‌⁠

“D-does⁠ that make any⁠‍⁠ sense at all?‌‍​ T-then… any one⁠​‍ of us could‍ be the culprit?!”⁠⁠

“M-my‌​ god… when they‍​‌ said to gather⁠‍⁠ everyone who could‍‍​ handle mana… it⁠ was because they‌ were gathering all‌ the suspects here…!”⁠‍​

“A‍ 6-star confusion mage…?‌​ Are there still⁠⁠ people who believe‍⁠ in such outrageous‍ stories?”

“Damn⁠‍‌ it! Do you⁠ expect us to⁠ share the same‌‍⁠ space with a murderer like that?‌‌​ That’s absurd! Let‌​ me out!”

“I​‌‌ thought the Academy‌ Ravenclaw was a trustworthy and safe‌‌ institution… and something‌‍‍ like this happens…?​​ What the hell​ is this?!”

Amid⁠⁠‍ all kinds of​ uproar, Dereck remained​​​ firm on the⁠⁠ podium.

Fewer‌‌⁠ than a hundred‍​ guests were gathered‌ there.

He‍ intended to memorize⁠ every single one⁠​ of those faces.‍

The⁠‌‍ opponent was, without‌​⁠ a doubt, a mage.

Someone‌​⁠ capable of handling⁠⁠​ mana in one⁠‍​ way or another.⁠

Bang!‌

At‍​‌ that moment, someone​⁠ slammed one of‍‌ the banquet tables​ with great force.​

With‌ that loud crash,⁠‌⁠ a sudden silence‍⁠ spread through the​ main hall.

When‌‍⁠ everyone turned to⁠​⁠ look, they clearly‌ saw a young‍ woman with loose‍⁠‌ red hair.

“Everyone,⁠‍ be silent. The‌​​ Academy Ravenclaw is​‍ an institution that‍ our Belmierd family‍‍‍ officially supports and‍ endorses, and in⁠⁠‍ which we place‍ full trust. From​ my position, I also cannot overlook‌‌ hostility directed toward​‍‍ these facilities.”

Ellen⁠​ raised her voice,‍​ her gaze sharp,​‍ addressing everyone present.‌‍⁠

“Given​ the situation, the‍‍ proper course is‌‌ to follow the‌​ control of Baron⁠​​ Dereck, the final‌ administrator of this​ academy. If His‌ Majesty the emperor‌⁠ has been assassinated,‌⁠‍ it is not‍‌⁠ something that can‌ be taken lightly.‍⁠‌ Moreover, Princess Roselin‍ and the chief‌⁠ magical adviser, Lady⁠⁠ Kohella, are also‍​ overseeing the situation,⁠‌ so for now⁠‌⁠ the wisest course‍‍ is to calm‍‍ down and observe‍​ how events unfold.”​

“From‍ the position of‌ our Beltus family,⁠‌ we also offer‍ our full support.‌​​ It is reasonable‌‍⁠ that control of‍‍‍ the situation rests​​ with those most‌ familiar with these‌‍ facilities.”

“I‌‍ think the same.⁠‌⁠ If you oppose⁠‌​ Dereck’s will, I will consider it‌ opposition to the‍‌ will of our‍ Duplain family. And‍‌​ the Duplain family‍​‌ never accepts again​ those who have‍​‍ once fallen into​‍ disgrace.”

With‍​‌ the added words⁠‌ from Denise and‌​ Diella, the influential‌ nobles present had‌⁠ no choice but​​ to moderate their‍ voices.

Duplain,‌‌​ Belmierd, and Beltus.⁠⁠​

There‍‌ was not a single place in‌‌ the southwest of‍‍​ the continent where‌ the influence of​‍ those three families⁠ did not reach.​‍

Although⁠‌‍ everyone was agitated,‍ an atmosphere of‌‍ trusting Dereck—at least‍ for the moment—began‌​ to form.

‘…S-shouldn’t⁠​‍ I also say‌​ something to show⁠‌ support…? Mmm… d-did‌‍​ I miss the⁠‍ moment…? Now…? Should‌​⁠ I speak…? No…?​⁠‍ Is it already‌ too late…?’

Trisha,‌ however, was still​‍ unable to contribute‌‌⁠ anything, busy reading‍​​ the atmosphere on‌​ her own. In​ a sense, she⁠​ was an incredibly‌‍​ consistent girl.

At‌⁠​ the very least,‌‌‌ Dereck had fully‍ secured the connections‌ with the families‍​‌ that held the‍ real power in⁠ the southwest of​⁠ the continent.

In​ this place, there‍⁠‌ were not many​‍ who could openly‍​ oppose him.

At‌ minimum, he could⁠​‍ prevent the situation⁠‌‌ from spiraling even​​‍ further out of⁠​‌ control.

After‍ allowing those present⁠⁠ to gradually calm​​‌ down, space was​​⁠ created to listen,⁠ one by one,​ to each person’s‍⁠​ circumstances.

Just⁠‍‌ as Dereck was​⁠ about to raise⁠​‌ his voice again‌‌ from the podium—​‌⁠

“Baron‍​⁠ Ravenclaw.”

The‍​​ chief butler Delbriton​‍⁠ suddenly approached his‍​ side and whispered⁠⁠​ new information to​ him.

“Another‍‌⁠ corpse… has appeared.”‍⁠⁠

Dereck‌ frowned deeply. Far‌⁠​ from becoming clearer,‌⁠⁠ the situation was‌‍ growing more and‌​ more complex.

***⁠

Gremport‍​ Palace, senior magical‌ adviser of the‍‌ council of magical‌⁠ advisers directly affiliated⁠⁠ with the imperial‌ family, Aren.

The‌ woman, with loose‌⁠ blond hair, was‍⁠‌ conspicuously hung from​ the main door‍​ of the Amaryllis‍⁠⁠ Pavilion, the dormitory‍‌ building of the⁠ Academy Ravenclaw, with‍‍ both arms outstretched.‍​

Beneath⁠​ her, blood dripped​​‍ endlessly.

The‍ wound that pierced​‌ the area of⁠​⁠ her heart was​⁠‌ identical to that‌​ of Emperor Gatrell.​​⁠

“…”‍

Seeing‌​‍ the robe with​⁠ the golden feather‍ embroidery, Dereck remembered.‌

She‍⁠​ was exactly the‌​‍ mage who had⁠‍ come to call‌​⁠ him when the​ situation first erupted,‌ a direct subordinate⁠⁠ of Kohella.

Kohella⁠​⁠ had brought four‍‍ magical advisers with‌​ her as assistants,⁠ and one of‌‍‍ them was precisely‍‌‌ this woman now⁠​ hanging from the⁠‌ main entrance.

“Aren…!”​

The​ other three magical⁠‌⁠ advisers stared at​ the corpse, swallowing‍‌⁠ hard.

Judging‌‍⁠ by their reaction,‍‍​ it seemed they​​ had worked together⁠ for a long‌ time.

“Even‍​ an imperial magical‌‍​ adviser…?”

Kohella​ arrived at the‌⁠‌ scene almost at​ the same time⁠​​ as Dereck.

It​⁠ seemed she had‌ been in the‍‍ middle of a more detailed investigation‌‌ into the circumstances​ of the emperor’s​‌ assassination.

When​‍⁠ she saw that⁠ her direct subordinate‌ had been killed,‍‌​ her face tightened⁠​ from the shock.​

“I⁠ thought it was⁠⁠ strange that she⁠​ didn’t respond no‍ matter how much‍‍ I called her…‌⁠ She was a good magical adviser…​⁠ How unfortunate… She‌​‌ worked under my​ command for almost‌ seven years…”

Kohella​‍ bowed deeply, paying​‌ her respects to‌‍‌ her fallen subordinate.‌​

The‌ other magical advisers⁠​ lined up behind‍ her hid their​‌ expressions beneath their‌⁠‌ robes, but all​ of them were​⁠ clearly shaken.

It‌ was inevitable.

At‍​ a glance, Aren​‌‍ appeared to be‌‌ one of Kohella’s‍ most important assistants.‌

“For​ now, the urgent‌⁠ matter is to​‍ remove the body⁠ and preserve it,‌ and later hold⁠⁠⁠ a funeral with‌‌ all due honors.‍⁠ Could you help​ us recover the‍‌⁠ body, Baron Ravenclaw?”‍

“Of‍‍ course. However…”

Dereck​ was about to‌ voice a doubt,‍‌ but stopped himself.⁠‌‌

There‍​ was no need‍‌​ to throw unnecessary​⁠‍ questions at someone‍⁠​ who had just⁠​ lost a close​ subordinate.

“…This‌⁠⁠ will only accelerate⁠⁠ the chaos even​ further. I did‌⁠‍ not expect additional‍‍ murders to occur.”‌

However,​‌⁠ Kohella picked up⁠​ the words that⁠ Dereck had swallowed.⁠​

“You’re​⁠⁠ wondering why Aren‌ was killed, aren’t⁠ you?”

Kohella‍​‌ stepped a little⁠⁠ closer to Dereck‍⁠‍ and spoke in‌‍‌ a whisper, lowering⁠ her head in‌⁠‌ case anyone else‍ might overhear.

“This‌ is… a threat‌​ directed at me.”‍‍​

“…”​​

Dereck‍‌ had anticipated it‌ as well.

The‍‌⁠ culprit seemed to⁠​‌ be pressuring Kohella‍⁠‍ by murdering her‌ subordinates.

Killing‍​‍ Kohella directly was⁠⁠ nearly impossible.

A clash between 6-star⁠ mages usually brought‍ about consequences so​‍​ devastating that, in​⁠​ most cases, it‍‍ ended with both‍‍​ sides defeated.

That​​ was why the⁠‌ intent was clear‍ kill her subordinates‍​ one by one​​​ to pressure her.⁠‌⁠

It​‌​ was a direct​ message—if she did​​‌ not immediately lift‍​ the barrier circle​‍‍ covering the construction​‍ area, they would‌‌ kill everyone under‍‌⁠ her command.

Watching‌​ her most beloved‌ subordinates die one⁠‍​ after another was‍‌ not something Kohella‍‍​ could easily accept.‌‌‌

Through‌⁠​ that psychological pressure,​ they sought to‍​ force her to⁠​ deactivate the barrier.​⁠

However,⁠ the corners of⁠​ Kohella’s lips lifted​ even higher.

“Don’t‌⁠ worry, Dereck.”

It⁠⁠ was a smile⁠⁠⁠ so cold that​‍ anyone unfamiliar with‌ her would have⁠⁠ felt a chill‌⁠ run down their​⁠⁠ spine.

“I‌ will never lift‌⁠ the barrier.”

Dereck‍ watched her in⁠ silence.

As⁠ always, Kohella appeared‍ composed.

She‍‍ had merely lowered⁠ her voice so‌ the other magical​ advisers behind her⁠‌‍ would not hear.​​

“Are‌‍​ you sure you’ll‌​ be alright?”

“Of​ course I will‌ be.”

Then,​‌ beneath her robe,​‌ that subtle smile‌‍ appeared—mixed with coldness‍‍‌ and a faint⁠​‌ touch of madness,‌‌⁠ so characteristic of‌ her.

“This⁠‌ is a once-in-a-lifetime‌ opportunity to uncover​ a 6-star confusion‍​‌ mage.”

After‍ saying that, Kohella⁠‌‍ bowed deeply once‌⁠‍ more, adopting a somber expression, and‌‌ headed toward where‍ her subordinates stood.‌​⁠

Her‌⁠ figure was that​‌⁠ of a leader​​ burdened with grief​‌​ over having lost​ someone precious.

But‍⁠ those who had‌​‌ ever seen her‍⁠ true face knew‌⁠‍ it well.

She‍‍ lived solely for‍ magic, a true‍ fanatic.

Here⁠ and now, capturing‍‍ the confusion mage​‍ was her absolute⁠​ priority.

For⁠ that objective, she‌​ was prepared to‌ sacrifice whatever was‍​‌ necessary.

Tap,⁠​‍ tap.

As​‌​ Kohella walked away​‍​ in silence, Dereck‌‌‌ lifted his gaze‍‍ toward the Amaryllis‍ Pavilion, the dormitory‍ building.

That​‌ beautiful marble structure,⁠‌​ which after the‍‍‍ inspection was meant‌​ to become an‍ academic sanctuary for⁠ young ladies in​⁠ the bloom of‌‍ life, had been‌ transformed into the‌‍ scene of a murder, with a corpse hanging from‌ its façade.

Suddenly,⁠‌ he remembered Aiselin,‌ spending sleepless nights‌⁠ moving her pen‌‌ just to properly‌‍ raise that beautiful‌‍​ building.

She⁠​ was so stubborn‌ that she would‍‍⁠ sometimes even run‍‍ out with a shovel or a pickaxe in hand.​

The​ result of all​ that effort was‍‌‍ being used so​‌ absurdly, as a tool for someone’s⁠‌‍ resentment.

“…”‌​‌

With‌​​ a cold expression⁠‌​ and in silence,‍ Dereck pulled up⁠ the hood of​‍‍ his robe and‌ blended into the‌‍⁠ crowd.

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  • Ahmad Dzaky
    4 weeks ago

    Now the next question is, why did the 6 star confusion mages decided to do this right now, when there’s a lot more suitable time like when kohella is away from the emperor, and the reason “doing it inside the palace would be more risky” simply just didn’t logical cuz who else could capture this confusion mages beside her?

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