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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 188: Confusion (5)

Chapter 188: Confusion (5)

“You’ve‌​​ grown accustomed to‍ wagering your life.‍⁠‌ The fact that⁠⁠​ you’re still alive‌​​ up to now​ is already a miracle.”

Princess‍ Roselin, resting her‌ chin on her‍ hand, rubbed her⁠‌ tired eyes as‌​‍ she observed the​‌ state of the⁠‍ main hall, which⁠⁠ was still charged‍‌⁠ with agitation.

It⁠‌ had been well‍‍​ over thirty hours‍⁠‌ since the last‌ time she had⁠⁠ slept.

For​‌​ now, she could‌​ still endure it,⁠​ but once two​ full days passed,​​ her stamina would​‌ begin to hit​‌‌ its limit.

Roselin‌‌⁠ opened her eyes⁠‌‍ wide again and⁠‍ reviewed the conversation‌‍ she had had‌​‍ with Dereck.

— It was the⁠⁠ only way to⁠‍⁠ survive. I had‌‌​ no choice.

— I see. I suppose there are⁠​‍ people like you.‍​

Amid​​​ the fatigue that‌‌​ was gradually seeping⁠⁠ in, the princess​‌ tried to gauge‌‍ the strange depth‍​ she had perceived⁠⁠⁠ in the eyes⁠‍​ of that young‍‌ baron.

He‍⁠ truly was trying⁠ to capture a 6-star confusion mage.⁠‌‌

Even​‍‌ in such an‌⁠ extreme situation, there⁠ were people who⁠‌ denied that such⁠⁠​ an existence even​⁠​ existed, so it‌ was impossible to​‌⁠ know where he‌‍ drew that level⁠⁠ of conviction from.‍​‍

Still,‍‍‌ if he had‌ found a lead,‍‍ the only thing‍‌⁠ left to do​‌ was support him⁠​⁠ as much as‍ possible.

Roselin‍ composed herself and‌‍⁠ spoke firmly.

— Then there’s something​‌‍ you must understand‌‍‌ very clearly. That‌ individual can defile​‌‍ memories. He can​⁠⁠ create memories that‍​‌ never existed, or​ erase those that⁠‍ did.

— Yes. That seems​‍‌ evident. Distrusting even⁠ my own memories⁠​ is a rather​‍‌ new sensation.

— Exactly. That means‍​‌ he can read​‍ the memories of‌‌ everyone who is‍ here. Everyone except⁠⁠ me. Even if‌ you have a method to find‍ and subdue him,‌​‌ that method itself‌‍ could be discovered‍⁠⁠ if he reads‌ your memories.

Roselin‌‍​ looked at him‌‌ as if testing⁠​‌ him.

It​‌ was a logical‌⁠⁠ conclusion.

Manipulating‍ memories necessarily implied‍ being able to‌⁠⁠ read them.

You‌ cannot alter something‍‌​ you do not​ understand.

However,‍ Dereck shook his‌ head.

— He can read‌ memories, but we‍⁠ don’t know whether‌⁠ he can read⁠‌ intentions or thoughts.‍⁠

— …

— He can verify​⁠​ what I saw,⁠‌ heard, and experienced.⁠⁠⁠ But there’s no‌ guarantee he can‍ read everything I think or plan.​​​

Reading​ memories was nothing‌ more than observing‌‌ past experiences, like‍ watching scenes projected‌⁠​ in a magic‍​‌ sphere or spying‍​ on someone from‍ afar.

Grasping⁠ pure thoughts and​ intentions belonged more‌​ to the domain​⁠‍ of exploration magic⁠‌​ than to confusion‍⁠ magic.

Based⁠ on that magical‌‌ understanding, Dereck’s conclusion‍‌​ was clear.

It‍ was as if​​ the enemy had‍ installed invisible cameras⁠ and listening devices—he​‍ could see and​ hear what had​​‌ happened, but he​​ could not read⁠​‌ thoughts that had‌‍‌ not yet been‌‌ expressed.

— That’s true… I don’t have knowledge‍‌ of magic deep‌​ enough to have⁠‍ reached that conclusion.‍‌

— It’s not magical‌ knowledge. It’s just‍ deduction based on​ the facts.

Roselin‍​ realized that, without‍‍‌ noticing it, she​⁠‌ was beginning to‍​⁠ be carried along​‍ by Dereck’s line⁠ of reasoning.

— If he could‌ read thoughts and⁠ intentions, he would⁠​ never have been​​ trapped by Lady‌ Kohella’s barrier, nor​ would he have​‌ needed to kill​ the magic advisers.⁠‍ He knew perfectly⁠ well that Lady‌‍⁠ Kohella would not‌ give in to​‌ that kind of‍​‍ threat.

Those⁠‍ who did not⁠​‍ know Kohella well⁠​​ might think she​​ was a benevolent⁠ leader who deeply‍ valued her subordinates.‌‍​

But⁠​ in reality, she‌‍ was a fanatic‍‍ capable of sacrificing⁠⁠​ anything for the‍‌‍ sake of magic.⁠‍

If​ the enemy had‍⁠​ understood that, he‌ would never have‍‌ wasted time murdering‍⁠ the magic advisers⁠ one by one.⁠​​

His⁠‌⁠ magic had limits.‍‌

Perhaps​‍ he could easily‍‌ manipulate the memories​ of people without⁠‍ magical power, but​​ altering the memories⁠‌ of those who‍ had mastered magic⁠ required enormous effort​​ and had clear⁠‌‌ restrictions.

The‌‍⁠ fact that he‍‍​ could not completely‌‌‌ defile Kohella’s memories‍ nor understand her‍⁠​ true intentions was‌‌⁠ proof of that.‍⁠

— He can read⁠‌​ memories, but not​ thoughts.

Roselin⁠‌​ spoke in a more serious tone.​

— That’s why you⁠‍ don’t voice your‍‍ plan aloud. The​‍⁠ moment you do,⁠ it will reach⁠ that individual’s ears‌⁠‌ as well.

In‌‌⁠ that case, Roselin​ could not help‌ him directly.

Any‌ conspiracy they tried‌‍ to devise together‍​​ would be overheard​⁠⁠ by the enemy.‍

To‍‍ resolve this, he​‍ had to do‌⁠ it alone.

That‌⁠‍ man was carrying⁠‌ on his shoulders⁠ the lives of‍‍⁠ all the nobles​‍ gathered in the‌ enormous main hall.‌‍⁠

Roselin​ knew that kind⁠ of solitude and‌ pressure very well.​‌‌

Seeing‌​‍ him bear it‌ without showing the⁠ slightest crack, she‌‌ let out a dry laugh and‌ picked up a pen.

She‍⁠ drew several sheets​⁠ toward herself and⁠ began to write,‍‍ leaning against the‍​ railing.

As​ Dereck watched her‌ in confusion, she⁠​⁠ folded the letter‌​⁠ several times and‍​‍ slid it directly‌⁠ into his chest.​‌

— It’s a blessing​‍ formula passed down​ by the imperial​‌‌ family. They say​‍‍ it was used​​​ by the hero​‍ Rosenheim and Kalimford‌​​ during the subjugation‍‌​ of the Levelten​⁠‍ mine.

— I didn’t expect⁠ you to encourage⁠‌ me in this‍‌⁠ way.

— You’ve never seen​‍​ it? They say‌ these blessings are‌⁠ read only when⁠‌‌ facing the greatest‍​​ crisis or when‌​⁠ everything is over.⁠‍

Roselin‍⁠‌ smiled faintly and⁠‌ rested her chin‍⁠ on her hand​​ again.

— When you feel​​ the moment is‌‌‍ right, read it.‍​ It’s nothing more‌⁠ than a conventional‌​ phrase, but sometimes‍‌ it can help‌ psychologically.

Dereck⁠ nodded, his expression⁠‌‍ far more serious⁠‍ than before.

He​ seemed to have‌​ realized something.

The​ subjugation of the‌‍ Levelten mine, where‍⁠​ a gigantic creature‌ was said to‍ have appeared, was⁠‌‍ a battle in⁠‍‌ which the hero‌ Kalimford had not‍‌​ participated.

Anyone‍ who had studied‌‌ imperial history knew‍‌⁠ that.

In‌⁠ other words, the‍⁠‌ story Roselin had‌ told was false.‌

Then​⁠ what had she‍‍ actually written in‌⁠‍ that letter?

The​‍​ fact that she⁠‍ told him not‌⁠​ to read it​​⁠ now had a clear intention.

Dereck,​⁠⁠ perceptive as he‌ was, had already‌‌⁠ reached that conclusion.‌‍

“I​‍ don’t know if‌​‍ it was right‌⁠ to trust that‌⁠ man.”

Roselin⁠ remained seated by‍​ the railing on​​ the second floor⁠‍ of the main‍​​ hall, silently observing⁠‌​ the nobles gathered‍‍ below.

Knowing​‌ that staying within‌​⁠ her field of​​ vision kept them‍‍⁠ safer due to‍ her immunity to‌‌​ confusion magic, almost‍‌​ no one wanted⁠‍‌ to leave that‌‌ place.

However,‌​ some young noblewomen‌​ were causing a disturbance.

“Lady‍ Siern! Leaving the‌‍​ main hall right⁠‍ now is dangerous!⁠​ If you’re not‍ within Princess Roselin’s​ field of vision—!”​

“Move.‍ If you block‌‍⁠ my way again,⁠ I’ll move you‌ myself.”

Siern,‌⁠⁠ the young lady‍ of House Rochester,⁠​‍ was grappling with​⁠ the soldiers, determined‍ to go after⁠⁠ Dereck after seeing⁠‌⁠ him leave the⁠‌ hall alone.

She⁠⁠ carried a dangerous​‌ air, as if​ she truly were‌‌ capable of forcibly​‌ pushing aside all‌⁠ the soldiers if​‍ she chose to.‍

As‌⁠ a highly skilled⁠⁠ 3-star mage, it⁠ would not be⁠ difficult for her⁠⁠ to deal with⁠‍⁠ ordinary soldiers.

In​​‌ addition to her,‍ Diella of House‍⁠‍ Duplain, Ellen of‌​ Belmierd, and Denise⁠ of Beltus were​ also arguing with​ the guards, insisting‍ that they had‌ to stop Dereck.⁠

They​‌⁠ believed that resorting⁠​ to the Book​ of Longing and‍‍⁠ sacrificing himself was⁠​‍ an excessively extreme‍‌‍ solution, born of‌ being cornered.

As‌‍ Roselin pondered what‌ she should do,​‍ she swept her‍​‌ gaze across the⁠‌‌ hall once more.⁠⁠‌

And​ then she noticed‌​ something.

Aiselin,⁠ the young lady‍‍​ of House Duplain,⁠ was not there.‌‌

“…”⁠‍​

Everything‌ suggested that she‌‌​ had already used‍ some method to⁠‌‌ leave the main​​ hall.

Roselin’s⁠ expression grew even⁠‌‍ more grave.

Just⁠​‌ as she was‌​ considering how to​ react, a soldier⁠ stationed at the‌ entrance to the​ second floor addressed​‍​ her.

“Princess.⁠‌ There is someone⁠⁠‌ insisting on seeing‌‍​ you.”

“…Who?”‌‍

“Linus‌ of House Belmierd.”‌‌

Roselin‌‌‌ frowned and turned‌ her head.

There​ stood a wretched-looking⁠ man, wearing an‌⁠‌ awkward smile with‍​ both arms raised,‌ as if trying⁠​‍ to show that⁠⁠⁠ he posed no‍‍ threat.

His⁠ attitude was suspicious,⁠‌‍ but even so,⁠ Roselin nodded.

No‍ matter how miserable‍‍​ he looked, he‍‌⁠ was still the‌⁠​ eldest son of⁠‌ House Belmierd.

Escorted‍‌ by soldiers armed‍‍ with spears, Linus‍⁠⁠ stepped forward, knelt,⁠​ and spoke.

“There​⁠‍ is something I must tell you,‍‍ Princess Roselin.”

“As​ you can see,​ I am exhausted​‌‌ and have many‍‍ things on my​ mind. If you‍‌​ intend to distract​‌ me with something‍‌​ trivial, you will⁠‌⁠ have to bear​ the consequences.”

“Of​ course.”

Linus‍​​ smiled calmly.

“The‌ Book of Longing⁠‍ that Dereck took‍ with him… it’s​‌ a fake, isn’t‌⁠ it?”

Roselin‌​‍ frowned.

“Where⁠​⁠ is the real‍​ Book of Longing?‌‍ We need it.‍ Right now.”

***‌

To​​‍ win at a gambling table, you‍​ first have to‍​‌ corner your opponent‌ and seize the​​‍ initiative.

There​​ was no time.‍​

Nor‌⁠‍ was there any⁠ way to identify​⁠ the enemy.

The‍​ initiative, no matter​‌ what anyone said,​​ belonged to the⁠ other side.

If​‌‍ Dereck wanted to​ take it back,‌​ there was only​ one option.

Force⁠​ the enemy to​‍​ hurry.

If‌​‍ Dereck, standing on‍‌‌ the edge of‌‌ 4 stars and​⁠ barely brushing the‍ entrance to 5 stars, declared that​‍ he would use⁠ the Book of‍⁠ Longing and sacrifice​‌‍ himself, then there‌ was a chance​⁠ that he could‍⁠​ actually find the​⁠‌ confusion mage and‍ subdue him.

Of​⁠​ course, even by⁠‌ using the power⁠ of that forbidden‍ artifact, he might​⁠ not be able​⁠‍ to reach the⁠‌ level of a 6-star confusion mage.⁠​‍

Until​‌ he tried, no‌‍ one could know.‌​‌

And‌‌ that uncertainty was‌ precisely the worst⁠​​ possible variable for‌ someone who had​‌‍ so far controlled‍​⁠ and adjusted everything.‌

For‍ someone who accepted​‍ only guaranteed victories,‌⁠ an unpredictable variable​​‍ was pure fear.‍⁠

That​ was why it‍‌ was almost certain‍ that he would‌‍​ try to stop‌​ Dereck from using​‍​ the Book of​‌‍ Longing from the‌⁠​ very beginning.

And‍⁠⁠ by forcing him⁠ to move, they​‍‍ would make him⁠‌‍ appear.

When⁠ Dereck steadied himself⁠ and looked once​ more at the​‍⁠ dark open field—​

A man in a robe with the⁠‌​ hood pulled low​ was there, leaning⁠⁠‌ within the darkness.‍

His‌‍‍ face could not‍ be seen.

His‍ build was fairly⁠‍ large, but it⁠ did not look​ like a trained​‍ body.

From⁠ within that robe,‍​‌ half devoured by‌‍‌ the darkness, the​​​ mage spoke.

It⁠ was clearly a young voice.

“How​ ridiculous you are,‌⁠ bastard.”

Did⁠​ he really exist?‍

A 6-star confusion mage‌‍‌ who deceived everyone’s‌ perception, concealed even​​ his own existence,‍​ and lived in​​ the shadows of​‍​ the world.

Guessing​ his true nature​‌ was not easy.‌‍

Even​ the figure before​‍ his eyes might⁠⁠ be nothing more​⁠ than an illusion.​‌⁠

Even‍​⁠ so, Dereck drew⁠⁠⁠ his longsword in⁠‌‍ a single motion⁠⁠​ and focused his⁠‌‍ mana.

The​ enemy was in‌ front of him.‌⁠⁠

He​‌​ could not afford⁠‌ to do nothing.‍‌‌

“You​‍ say you’re going​ to sacrifice your⁠ life to save‌ everyone in there?‌​ I know very​ well you’re not​​ someone that altruistic.​‍‍ Did you really‌⁠ think I’d swallow‌ such an absurd‍⁠ bluff?”

“For​ someone who says‌ that, you showed‍​ up pretty boldly‍‌‍ in front of​ me. After all⁠⁠ this time without⁠ even sticking your​⁠‍ toe out.”

“What⁠⁠‌ a huge mistake.​⁠‌ I didn’t show⁠ myself because I was afraid you’d​‍ use the Book​​​ of Longing to‍​​ subdue me. I simply felt a personal interest in​​‍ you as an‌ individual.”

From⁠​ the darkness cast‍‌⁠ by the trees’‍ shadows, the man⁠ extended one hand.‌

Only‍ that hand emerged​​ from the chiaroscuro⁠ and caught the‌⁠ moonlight.

It⁠‍ was the hand‍‌ of a veteran‌​ mage, covered in‍‍‌ ink stains and‍‌ hardened calluses.

He​‌​ clenched his fist‍ tightly and spoke​‌‍ from the darkness.​‌⁠

“You’ll​⁠​ never find me.‍ You’ll never catch⁠​​ me. And even‍​ if you did,‍​ everything would end⁠ up turning into⁠‍ something that never‌‌‌ happened.”

“…”​⁠⁠

“Want‍ to know something‍ funny? You already‌​​ caught me twice.⁠ This is the‌ third time you’ve​​ faced me.”

Dereck⁠‌⁠ remained silent and​​⁠ listened.

From⁠‍ the start, it‌ had struck him‌⁠​ as strange that⁠ this man claimed⁠⁠ to feel a personal interest in​ him.

After⁠‍‍ all, for Dereck​ this was their‍⁠ first meeting.

But‌​ that was only‌ from Dereck’s point⁠​ of view.

In‍‌ reality, he had​⁠ already caught him‌‌​ twice before, and‌‌ on both occasions‌⁠ the mage had‍ erased his memories‍ and escaped.

“The⁠‍ first time was‌‌‍ when I killed‌‍ the emperor. You‌‍ detected the contradictions‍ in the memories⁠ I manipulated with‍‍ absurd precision, found‍‍⁠ where I was‍ hiding, and tried⁠‌​ to subdue me.‌‍​ I almost fell⁠‌‍ to a surprise​ attack, but I managed to open​ a gap, escape,‌​ and destroy all‍‍ the memories so​ that nothing had​​‍ happened. I spent‍​ so much mana‍‌‍ that I was‌​⁠ completely exhausted and⁠ couldn’t move for‍​ quite some time.”‍

In‍ Dereck’s memories, there​ was absolutely no⁠‍​ scene in which‌​⁠ he had captured‍ a confusion mage.⁠

That​‍ left only two‌ possibilities either the‍​‍ man was lying,‌ or everything truly⁠⁠‌ had been completely‍‍ erased.

“The⁠⁠ second time was‍⁠‌ when I killed‌ the subordinates of‌‍ that stubborn bitch‌⁠ Kohella. Just as‍‍ I expected, you‍​​ detected the gaps‌ in my magic​⁠‍ again, cornered me,⁠​‍ and tried to‌​ kill me once⁠‌​ more. You even​ deduced my identity.‍ The wound you⁠⁠ gave me with‍ one of your‍‍‍ throwing daggers still‌⁠ throbs.”

Frowning,⁠​‌ Dereck looked at‍​ his thigh.

Of‌​ the five throwing‍​‍ daggers he always‍​‍ carried, one was​⁠​ missing.

Upon​ confirming it, his‌ expression hardened.

“Heh…​‍‍ hehehe… What’s wrong?⁠​ Is everything confusing‍ to you?”

“…”‌

“Maybe‍​ even this conversation​​​ is false. Maybe​ all these memories⁠‌ are fabricated. Or⁠‍​ maybe the Book⁠‌‌ of Longing doesn’t‍‍⁠ exist to begin‍​⁠ with. Or perhaps‍ all the memories‍⁠ you have have​‍⁠ been manipulated.”

From‍​​ the darkness, a viscous laughter could‌ be felt.

A being of the​ shadows, without a clear purpose or‌ identity.

Nothing⁠​‌ could be believed.‍

Not‌ even one’s own​ memories.

Not‍ even that man’s‍⁠ words.

It⁠‍‍ was like wandering⁠ through a dense‌ fog where absolutely‌ nothing could be​‌​ seen.

Just‌ that alone would‍‍ already have an⁠‌‌ ordinary person curled⁠ up, trembling in⁠‌​ terror.

Being‍⁠ stripped of one’s‍‌ memories was that‍‌ chaotic.

“Don’t​‍ you know what​ to believe and‍⁠⁠ what not to?⁠‍ Can’t you tell⁠ where the truth⁠​ begins and ends?⁠ Do you still​‍‍ trust your memories?⁠ Is everything you‍‌⁠ remember really true?‍ Are you sure?”‍‌‍

“What‌⁠⁠ are you trying‍⁠‍ to say?”

“I‌⁠​ want you to‍ join me. If​⁠​ you do, I’ll‌⁠ make everything clear.”‌⁠⁠

An​⁠ unexpected proposal.

The⁠‌⁠ man let out‍‍⁠ several bursts of‍‍ laughter and, raising⁠​ his voice even‌⁠⁠ more, continued.

“If‍‌‌ you help me⁠‌‌ break that madwoman‌⁠ Kohella’s barrier and⁠‍ escape from here,⁠ I’ll grant you⁠ anything you desire.”‍

“…”‌

“You⁠ have the trust​‍⁠ of both Kohella‍‍⁠ and Princess Roselin,​ and even in‌⁠‌ the middle of​⁠⁠ this chaos you‌​ almost caught me​ twice. This is​​⁠ already the third‌‍‌ time you’ve cornered⁠‍ me like this.​⁠ It’s clear you’re⁠⁠ not an ordinary⁠⁠⁠ man. To be‍‍​ honest, I even⁠ came to admire‍‍ you for how‍‍‍ irritating it was⁠ that you kept⁠ finding me over⁠ and over again.”​⁠​

The⁠ man shook his‌‍⁠ hands as if​⁠‌ brushing off something⁠‍ unpleasant and spoke⁠ with an annoyed‌‌ tone.

“And⁠​ tell me… doesn’t⁠ it seem strange‍ to you?”

“…”‌

“I’ve‌​ exhausted my mana​⁠ to the limit​ manipulating everyone’s memories‍ and hiding myself.‍‌ I was even‍⁠ able to touch‍⁠‌ Kohella’s memories a little by pushing‌ myself to exhaustion.⁠ But there was​‍‌ one single person‌‍‍ whose memories I couldn’t alter. Not‍‍ even I could‌​ do anything.”

A single person.

Someone‍ whose memories not‍⁠‍ even a 6-star‍‌‌ confusion mage could​ touch.

Princess‍ Roselin, watching from‌​‍ the railing on​​ the second floor‌‌‍ of the main‍⁠ hall.

No​ matter how skilled‌⁠ a confusion mage‌​ might be at​ rummaging through others’‌‌ memories, as long​​‌ as the reference‍ line called Princess⁠‌‍ Roselin existed, everything‍​⁠ was meaningless.

She‍​ would immediately perceive⁠​⁠ any inconsistency and⁠ realize it.

Her‌​ mere existence was‍​‌ the surest brake‍⁠ preventing that confusion​‍ mage from acting‍​⁠ freely.

And‌‍ yet, within that​ fact there was⁠ a contradiction.

“You​ say you found​‌‌ me twice and​​‍ cornered me. Do‌ you really think‌ that dark red–haired‍​ princess wouldn’t have​ known? Do you‌ think that, even⁠​ knowing you almost‍‌‍ captured me, she⁠ would have stayed‌​ so calm?”

“…”​⁠

“I‍ can’t touch that‌‌ princess’s memories. And⁠⁠​ yet why, knowing​‍ all this, does‌‍​ she act as⁠‌ if she knows​‍​ nothing and simply⁠‍ sits there, resting‌ her chin on⁠ the railing of​‌ the main hall?”‍⁠‍

If​ it were true⁠​ that Dereck had⁠⁠​ nearly captured the‍ confusion mage twice,⁠⁠⁠ then Princess Roselin​⁠‍ should remember it‍ as well.

But​⁠ she hadn’t told‍‌‌ anyone.

Not​ even Dereck.

She‌​ merely observed the⁠‌​ nobles gathered in⁠‍ the main hall⁠⁠​ in silence, as⁠​‌ if all of⁠‍‌ this were happening‍‍ for the first‌‍​ time.

The‌ man in the‍⁠⁠ darkness smiled with‍​ an even more​ viscous grin.

“As‍‍ if she wanted‌​‌ this bloody play‍​ to continue.”

That‌​ was what he‌ said.

Princess​‍ Roselin was known‌​ for deeply despising⁠ vain nobles.

Was‌ all of this‍‍‍ really just a coincidence?

“…”⁠⁠

The​ grounds of the‌‌⁠ Ravenclaw Academy, sunk‌​ into darkness.

Amid​⁠ intertwined forces, unable‌​ to distinguish truth⁠ from deception, it​ was becoming a true labyrinth shrouded‌ in fog.

Dereck‍ understood it by⁠ instinct.

It⁠ was a situation⁠ in which he⁠​ had to suspect​⁠ everyone, but in‌⁠ the very end,‌​‌ he would have​‍‍ to believe in⁠⁠ a single person.​

Whom‍ to believe?

Kohella,⁠⁠ the magic-obsessed lunatic​ capable of sacrificing‌ anything.

Roselin,⁠‌​ who observed everything⁠​‍ with cold calculation​⁠ from the pinnacle‌ of imperial power.⁠

And‍ that man in‍​ the darkness, of‍‍‌ unknown identity and‍ purpose, who only​ proposed cooperation.

Every‍ option looked like​​​ a trap.

A genuine maelstrom of​‌⁠ chaos.

Not‍⁠ even memories were‌⁠‍ reliable.

There​ wasn’t even a reference point for⁠‌​ the truth.

In​‍‌ the midst of‌‍‍ that extreme situation,​​ where everything was‌​‍ drowned in confusion,​ Dereck ran a hand over his‌​‍ face.

He​⁠⁠ took a deep⁠‌ breath and calmed⁠⁠⁠ himself.

Even​ in any circumstance,‍ his sharpened instinct—the​⁠ one that always‍‍ maintained calm and‍ reason—questioned him once⁠‌⁠ more.

At⁠‌‌ the end of‍ all this farce,​⁠⁠ in the final⁠⁠​ moment, whom was⁠​ he going to‍⁠⁠ believe?

He‌⁠ was a veteran⁠‌ mercenary.

A situation where everything​ sank into a swamp of doubt‌ and chaos was​​⁠ not unfamiliar to‌​ him.

When‌‌​ he had been⁠‍‍ left adrift with‍​ his group deep‌⁠ inside a high-ranking‌ labyrinth.

When​‌ he had to‍⁠ carve a path‍‌ through impossible monsters‌‌ with vastly inferior‍⁠‌ forces.

When⁠​‌ he walked without‍​ stopping among blood-soaked‌‍ corpses.

In‍​ those moments, almost⁠⁠‌ everyone fell into‌ confusion, lost their‍​‍ reason to fear.⁠‍

The‍ Dereck of his‌⁠ childhood had not‌ been much different.⁠

But​​ that stage was⁠‌‍ long past.

In⁠‌ the swamp of​ confusion that devours‍⁠ reason, the only​‌ way to choose‌ correctly to the‌​‍ very end was‍ one—to define one’s‌ own course with​ the greatest clarity‍‌ possible.

Boom!‍​

Before‌⁠‌ he could answer‌‍ anything, Dereck’s 3-star​⁠ combat spell, Pillar‌⁠ of Fire, struck‌ the man squarely‌​⁠ in the chest.⁠⁠

Crash!⁠ Thud!

The‍ man, already prepared‌​⁠ within the darkness,⁠⁠‌ reacted with incredible⁠ speed, synchronizing his‍ mana and blocking⁠⁠ the attack.

A burning sound echoed‌ through the air.‍⁠‌

He‌​ hadn’t even recited​ an incantation.

Perhaps⁠‍ he hadn’t expected‍‍ a chantless combat⁠ spell to carry​ such power, because​ the man immediately‌ retreated and took​⁠⁠ a defensive stance.⁠​​

The‌‌‌ power of Dereck’s‍ basic magic already‍ far exceeded that‍‍ of a 4-star‌⁠‌ mage, brushing the‌‌ level of a family head.

Dereck’s‌​‍ mana control had‌‍ reached a far​ higher level than‌ the man had​ anticipated.

“You’re​‌​ right. When everything⁠‍‌ is chaotic, in⁠‍‌ the end you‍‌ have to believe⁠‌‍ in someone.”

Under‌​‍ the moonlight, at‍⁠⁠ the center of‍​‌ the training field,⁠⁠‍ Dereck flicked the‌‍‌ tip of his​‍‌ sword and continued.​‌​

“But‍‌ that someone isn’t⁠‌ you.”

If​​‍ he had already‌‍ found him twice‌‌ and still couldn’t​ subdue him, then⁠ all he had‍ to do was⁠‍ find him a third time, a fourth time, ten‍‌ times, a hundred‍‍ times—until his mana⁠ was completely exhausted.⁠

Dereck⁠‍‌ kicked off the⁠​ ground and charged‌​⁠ forward.

***⁠‌‌

“Not⁠ even being able‌ to trust my‌‌‍ own memories… what‌⁠⁠ a strange feeling.”‍

The‌ bedroom where the‌​ corpse of Emperor‌ Gattrel had been‍‌ discovered.

The⁠​‍ body had already‌‌ been removed, but​ dark, ominous bloodstains⁠​​ still lingered at‍‍‌ the scene.

Sitting⁠​‍ by the window‌​ and observing the⁠ place, Kohella let‌ out a brief⁠‍​ laugh.

If‍‌‌ she managed to‌ find the confusion⁠ mage, she could⁠ move one step​⁠‍ closer to the⁠​‍ trail of the​ seventh magic system‌‍⁠ she had sought​ for so long.‍‍

And⁠‍​ that would lead⁠ her to the‍‍‌ truth of the‍‌ 7-star domain.

No​‍​ matter how much‍​ she examined the‌​ scene, not a trace of magic‍⁠ could be perceived.⁠‍​

Without⁠​⁠ a doubt, even‌ Kohella had been‍⁠‌ affected by some‍‌‌ kind of confusion​ magic.

She‍‌​ had lost certain​ memories, or perhaps​‌​ acquired memories that‌ had never existed.‌

Manipulating​‌ Kohella’s memories must‍‌‍ have been infinitely‌​⁠ more difficult than‌ doing so with‌​⁠ others, but the⁠‍ fact that he⁠‍ had managed to‌ influence them even⁠​ slightly was already​⁠ astonishing.

“Even⁠ I, who have‍ reached 6 stars,⁠ can’t escape this​‍ confusion… truly, it’s‌​‍ an impressive level.”‍

It​‌ was at that‌ moment—

Creak.⁠​‍

The​‍ door to the⁠⁠ imperial bedroom opened,⁠ and someone entered‌ the room.

“It’s​‍ an honor to⁠‍‍ meet you, Kohella,‌ venerable of House⁠‍ Elvester.”

The‍ tone was light,‍‌ but basic courtesy‍‍ was maintained.

His​ reddish hair was‍‌‍ unkempt and matted,​‌ and his untrimmed​‍ beard made him‍​‍ look even more​​​ disheveled.

Linus,‌⁠‍ the firstborn of⁠​‌ House Belmierd and‌​ a wandering gambler.⁠

He‍‍ stepped forward with​ calm strides, greeted‌ her respectfully, and​‌‍ spoke.

“What​‍‌ is it that​​ you want?”

“I⁠‍ am Linus, firstborn‌‌‍ of House Belmierd.”‍⁠

“Do‍​‌ you have some​⁠‍ business with me?”‌​

With‌⁠⁠ remarkable perceptiveness, he⁠⁠ had understood the⁠ intent behind the​‍‌ farce Dereck was‌‍ staging.

This​‍ chaotic murder at⁠​‌ the Ravenclaw Academy⁠ could not be⁠ allowed to continue.‌

That‌‌ night was the​⁠​ moment to kill⁠ the existence hiding‌‍‍ in the shadows.‌⁠

“I’ve​‌ come to kill‌‍‌ the 6-star confusion​⁠ mage.”

Linus⁠‍ bared his yellowed‍‍ teeth and smiled‌‌‌ with an almost‍​⁠ detached calm.

A pathetic itinerant gambler​‍ who wandered the‍⁠ betting tables of‍⁠ Ebelstein, a man​⁠⁠ whose magical abilities​ were no more​‌ than ordinary.

And‌​​ yet, he was‌ declaring that without‌ hesitation in front⁠​‍ of Kohella, the‌‌ greatest transformation mage.‍⁠

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