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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 189: Confusion (6)

Chapter 189: Confusion (6)

The‍ 6-star mages Dereck‍ had encountered so​‍ far all shared​‌ one common trait—they‍‍ seemed to have​ completely transcended the​ limits of the‍ human.

Drest⁠ observed the future.⁠⁠

Kalimford⁠‍⁠ brought down meteors.⁠‍‌

Fina⁠‍‌ had demonstrated strength⁠⁠⁠ great enough to‌‍⁠ corner an entire‍‍ prestigious family on‍‍ her own.

Facing​⁠ beings like those‌ was not merely​‌ a matter of⁠⁠⁠ winning or losing.⁠‌

It​‍‍ awakened a primitive,‌ visceral fear.

In​​ this world, mages​ who reached 6 stars were treated‍ as legendary figures,‌‌ almost like the‍ great sages of‍ history, and opposing⁠‍ them was considered⁠‌⁠ little short of‌⁠⁠ suicide.

However,​‍​ Dereck deviated somewhat⁠⁠ from that general‌‌ perception.

He​ had met many‍‍ 6-star mages.

He‍ had observed them,‌​​ analyzed them, one​​⁠ by one, and‌ had reached a clear conclusion.

Even​​‍ if they possessed⁠‍ power capable of‍⁠‍ twisting the very​​ laws of the​‍ world, they were‌‌ still human.

If​‍⁠ they were stabbed,‍‍ they bled.

If​ their necks were‌⁠‍ cut, if their⁠​ hearts were pierced,‌ if they stopped⁠‌‍ breathing, they died.‌‌​

There​​​ was only one‍⁠⁠ existence that had‍ truly transcended those⁠⁠ laws of life⁠‍​ and death.

Even‌⁠ a confusion mage‌⁠ at the absolute‌‌⁠ peak could lose‍​ their life to‍ a single slash.‌​⁠

That​⁠ was the human‍​ limit.

***​

Slash!⁠

Whoosh!‌​‌

Under‌ the moonlight, in‍​​ the northern clearing—the‍‍⁠ vast field reserved⁠​‍ as a magical​ training area—Dereck advanced‍‌​ at full speed,​‍ wielding a dagger‌​ in a reverse​⁠ grip.

The​⁠ man covered by‌‌⁠ the robe leaped​⁠ far backward and​‌​ clenched his fist‍‌​ tightly.

Boom!​‍‍

For‍ an instant, Dereck’s‍‍⁠ consciousness nearly went​​ dark.

Thanks​‍ to his magical​ resistance and his‌‌‌ mastery of detection​‍ magic, he managed‌⁠⁠ to endure, forcing‍‍ his eyes wide‌‍‍ open, though it‍ was clear the‌​‍ attack had taken​​ effect.

“…”​‍‌

The‍​‍ open terrain stretched‍‌‍ out before him.​‌‍

The‌‌​ silhouette of the⁠ hooded man multiplied,⁠ splitting into hundreds⁠⁠ of copies.

It​ was an illusion—something‍ he had faced​ before—but the scale‌‌‌ was completely different.⁠​

Thud!​‌

With‍ a single push⁠⁠‌ against the ground,⁠‌ Dereck activated the​‍⁠ 2-star combat magic⁠‌ “Freezing,” attempting to⁠​⁠ freeze all the​ illusions at once.​​

Most⁠⁠ of them dissipated⁠⁠‌ instantly, turning into‌‌​ mist.

Only‍ one figure remained​‌ trapped, its feet⁠‍ frozen, immobilized at‍‌​ the edge of‍ his field of​⁠ vision.

Whoosh!​​‍

Dereck‌ gathered mana in‌‍‍ the hand gripping⁠ his longsword and⁠ unleashed a direct⁠‍ slash toward it.​‍

The​​​ 2-star combat magic​ “Sword Energy Manifestation,”‌⁠​ combined with the​ 3-star transformation magic⁠‌ “Acceleration,” created an‍‍ attack impossible to⁠‍​ evade.

Crash!‍

Fwoom!​

But‍⁠ where the strike‌​ landed, there was‍​​ nothing.

It‌‌ too was an​​⁠ illusion.

In⁠​‌ that extremely brief‌‌‍ instant, the enemy‍‌ had created an‍ illusion with frozen‍‌‍ legs to deceive‌⁠⁠ him.

‘Confusion‍‍‍ magic is definitely​‌⁠ annoying. But it‍ doesn’t seem to⁠ excel in direct‍​⁠ combat.’

Dereck​‌ adjusted his grip‍ on the sword​​ and focused.

He‍ activated the mana‍ detection technique he​ had learned directly⁠​‍ from Drest, searching‍ for traces of‌ the enemy hidden⁠⁠‌ within the darkness‌ of the forest.⁠‍​

‘I‍‍ can’t find him.’⁠

Even⁠‌ for Dereck, who‍ had mastered detection⁠‍​ magic, the enemy’s‍ presence was nearly​ impossible to locate.‍⁠⁠

The​‌ situation was not‌‌‌ good.

He⁠⁠ didn’t know when‌‌‌ the next surprise‌⁠⁠ attack would come,‌‍ so he had​ to keep all​​ his senses at​⁠​ maximum alert.

At‍‌ this rate, he‌‍ would be the‌ one to tire⁠‍‌ out first.

When​⁠ fighting an opponent‌‌ of a higher‍ rank, the battle⁠​ had to be⁠‍ resolved quickly.

That⁠ was something he​‌‌ had learned when‍​‍ facing the Grand‍ Duke Beltus.

Without‍​ technique or improvisation,‍ there was no‍ way for Dereck⁠ to defeat a 6-star mage.

Trying‌ to surpass him⁠ in sheer magical⁠‌ power would be​ foolish.

It⁠‍ was at that​⁠‌ moment, as he⁠ was calculating his‌ next move—

Whoosh!⁠

From⁠‌‌ a tree behind‍⁠ him, a hand​ suddenly emerged and‍​​ directly launched a 3-star “Fire Pillar”​‍‍ at the nape⁠‌ of Dereck’s neck.‍⁠

Boom!⁠​

With⁠‍‍ almost supernatural reflexes,‍ Dereck twisted his⁠‍ body, but he⁠⁠​ couldn’t avoid the‌‍⁠ attack striking his‍ left arm head-on.⁠​​

He‍⁠‍ rolled across the‍‍​ ground, shaking the‌ arm engulfed in⁠ flames, and let‌​ out a brief‍‌ groan as searing⁠‌ pain coursed through‍‌​ him.

It‍‌ was confusion magic‍‍ that couldn’t even‍‌‌ be perceived.

It​​ allowed transformation not​ only into people,​‌‍ but also into​ objects and parts‍⁠‌ of the environment.​⁠⁠

Moreover,⁠‍ the Fire Pillar⁠⁠​ the enemy had‍‍⁠ used was identical​‍ to the one‌‍ Dereck had cast‍⁠​ moments earlier.

Taking‍ the residual mana​​⁠ trace of the‍‌ opponent and reusing⁠ it to manifest‍​‌ the magic again.​‌‌

A technique Kalimford had‍ personally taught him.‌‍​

‘This‌​​ bastard knows how​⁠‍ to do it‌‌ too.’

Dereck‍ rolled once more​ and got back⁠ to his feet.⁠​‍

Pain⁠ surged up from‌‍‌ his charred arm,‍ but he clenched⁠​‌ his teeth and‌‌⁠ endured it.

The⁠ man flicked his​‌‍ hand casually, tilted⁠‌ his head, and⁠‍ retreated, vanishing once‌ again into the‍‍ darkness.

Once​ more, his presence⁠​​ became undetectable, forcing⁠ Dereck into a situation where he​ could be attacked⁠‌ at any moment.​‍

‘He’s‍⁠ not a combat-specialized​​‌ mage.’

While‌​​ catching his breath,⁠​ Dereck continued to⁠‍ slowly track his‌​⁠ traces.

He​ wasn’t directly using⁠ high-level magic; he⁠‍‌ was reusing Dereck’s‌‍ magic.

That⁠ made it clear.⁠‌‍

That⁠ 6-star confusion mage⁠‌‍ did not possess‍‍ particularly high mastery‍‍ of combat magic.​‍​

He​⁠‍ was unparalleled at⁠⁠ confusing, manipulating memories,​⁠ and altering perception—but⁠‍‌ his direct firepower‌⁠ had limits.

Even⁠‌ so, handling 3 or even 4 stars was still​ far beyond what​ most people would⁠‌ achieve in their‌ entire lives.

For⁠‍ that man, it⁠⁠⁠ was simply a field in which‌ he didn’t feel‍‍​ completely confident.

A strange excitement ran‍​ up Dereck’s spine.​​‌

That⁠‌ particular stimulation he⁠​ felt when facing​‍ strong opponents always​⁠ drove him further.​

Even​‍ now, fighting that‍ man hidden in⁠​‍ the darkness, he​‍​ felt an indescribable⁠ euphoria.

He​‍ was right on⁠‍​ the verge of‍‍ breaking into 5 stars.

For​‌ anyone else, facing‌ a 6-star mage‌​‍ in this situation‍ would be a terrifying catastrophe.

For⁠ Dereck, it was‍‍‌ a blessing.

Someone​‌ had once said​​ that Dereck and‍​ Kohella were the‌ same type.

That​ they differed only‍⁠‍ in direction, but‌‍ that both were​‌‍ equally obsessed with⁠⁠‌ magic.

He⁠​‌ had found the⁠‌​ idea unpleasant, but⁠ he couldn’t deny​‌ it.

Even‌‍⁠ in front of‍​ an unknown enemy,‌⁠ without knowing his‌‌ limits or true‍​​ identity, the only‌​ thing on his​ mind was how‍⁠‍ to absorb that​ experience and make⁠‌‌ it his own.​

‘Don’t​​ get carried away.’⁠‍

Dereck‍‌ steadied his breathing​​​ and, with his‌⁠ head slightly lowered,​‌‌ focused his mind‍​ on mana.

The‌ enemy had reached​‍​ such a level​ of mastery over​​ confusion magic that​‌ he could evade⁠⁠ all perception.

He⁠⁠ didn’t just manipulate​‍ memories at will—he‍ even altered his‍​‌ appearance, becoming whatever‌‍‌ person or environment⁠⁠‍ he desired.

To​‌ capture someone like⁠​ that, there was​‍⁠ no choice but‌ to resort to‌‍‌ large-scale magic.

Dereck‌ released his mana.‍

It⁠‍ was time to​ unleash one of‍​‌ the most powerful‌⁠‍ spells he possessed,‍⁠ one with a wider range than​​‌ anything he had​​‍ used until now.‌‍

The⁠‍ earth began to⁠‌​ tremble, and the‌ ground around Dereck‍ started to crack.‍​

Rumble.⁠​ Rumble.

Dereck⁠ clenched his fist‌ tightly.

4-star​‍ combat magic.

“Large-Scale‌‍ Spatial Freezing.”

It⁠ was a spell‌⁠⁠ primarily used in‌ war scenarios, capable‌ of freezing an‍‌‍ entire area and⁠ subjugating everything within‌‌ the field of‌ vision.

Crack!‌ Crash!

Whoosh!⁠

In​‍ the training field,‌‍ where there was​⁠ nothing but vegetation‍⁠​ and darkness, a glacial cold began‌ to seep in.‍​​

The‌‌ moment Dereck opened‍‍ his eyes wide,​‌ the entire area‍​ was completely frozen.‌‌‌

It‌ was not something‌​​ that could be​⁠‍ dodged with agility.‌⁠‌

Everything‌​⁠ within sight was‍‍ ice.

Clang!‍

And⁠‍‍ so, when everything⁠‍ was covered in‍⁠‌ frost, the figure​​ of the man⁠ hidden in the⁠⁠ darkness was revealed.‌

The⁠‌⁠ enemy was completely​‍‌ frozen by Dereck’s​‌ magic.

Dereck​​‍ moved immediately and​⁠ drove his sword‍​⁠ into the man’s​‍⁠ abdomen.

Stab!​​

A critical hit.

Blood‍ burst forth violently‌ and spread across‍​ the robe.

The‌⁠ heavy sensation transmitted​​⁠ through the blade​⁠⁠ confirmed that it‍⁠‌ had pierced straight‍⁠⁠ through the body.⁠

Dereck​​​ was about to​​​ deliver the finishing⁠​ blow when—

Whoosh!⁠⁠

“…”​​

“Did​​​ you daydream?”

When⁠ he opened his‌⁠‌ eyes again, everything​⁠ had returned to​ normal, as if‍ nothing had happened.‍​

The‌​ training field under‌ the moonlight.

Beyond⁠​‌ the darkness, the​ man wrapped in‌‍ the robe was⁠​​ standing there, completely​ unharmed.

“I​ knew it was⁠‌​ too easy.”

“If​​ you keep consuming​​ mana like that,​‍ you won’t take‌ long to reach⁠ your limit—”

Stab!⁠

Before​​ he could finish​‍ the sentence, one‍‍ of Dereck’s throwing‌ daggers buried itself⁠‌‍ into his right‍​‍ shoulder.

Blood‍ splattered, and the‍‌‍ man’s body jerked⁠ violently.

Whoosh!‌‍‌

But‌‍‌ once again, the⁠​ scenery darkened, and‍​ everything returned to⁠ how it had‍​ been, as if⁠‌‍ nothing had ever​​⁠ happened.

Where‍‍⁠ did the illusion​‌‍ end?

Where​‌ did the confusion⁠ begin?

And​​ what was real?⁠‌‌

The​ ability of that‌​​ mage, capable of⁠​‌ blurring all those‍‍​ boundaries, seemed impossible‌‌​ to counter.

However,⁠ Dereck didn’t care.​​

If​ the enemy wanted‌⁠ to wage a war of attrition,‌​‍ he had no⁠‍‌ intention of running.‌

“You​ will never defeat‌‍‍ me. You’ll exhaust‍​ yourself attacking shadows⁠⁠⁠ within that confusion,‍​⁠ until your mana‍​ dries up completely.”‍‌

“Fine.‌​ Let’s see if⁠​ that’s true.”

Slash!‍​

Whoosh!⁠‍

Dereck’s​​​ slash once again‌ cut through the‍​‍ enemy’s body.

The⁠‍⁠ accelerated leap, reinforced​ with acceleration magic,‌​‍ was so fast‌⁠ it seemed to​ cross space itself.​‌⁠

But⁠‍ again and again,⁠‍​ the figure vanished,‍ as if it​‌ had never been⁠​​ there.

Then‍ Dereck understood.

The‌‌ essence of confusion​ magic that Katia​ had explained to‌⁠ him.

The‌‌ technique known as​ “Broad Daylight Dream,”‍⁠ a 5-star spell⁠‍ that traps the‌‌ enemy in a dream and forces⁠⁠ them to chase‍‍ illusory targets.

But‌​ that mage was‌ using that spell⁠ not just once,‍​ but dozens, hundreds‌⁠‌ of overlapping layers,‌‌‌ trapping Dereck inside​‌ a landscape of‌‌ hallucinations.

In⁠‌‌ that space, one​⁠ ends up fighting⁠⁠‍ and killing illusions‍‍ over and over,‍​​ until collapsing from​⁠​ exhaustion.

Dereck’s​‍​ mana was not​‌ infinite either.

Repeating​‌ this endless duel‌ would not lead⁠​ him to victory.‍‍⁠

“I⁠‍​ see. It seems⁠​ persuasion won’t work.​‌​ You’d rather trust​​ that madwoman Kohella‌ or the arrogant‌‍⁠ princess Roselin.”

The​ robed man shook⁠‍ his arms and‍​ declared coldly.

“If​⁠​ I can’t convince⁠​​ you, then I’ll⁠‌ have to kill‌⁠ you. Turn you‍​​ into a sacrifice⁠ to pressure Kohella—”‍⁠‌

“Hey.”​⁠⁠

Dereck⁠‌‌ suddenly interrupted him,⁠ his voice even‌ colder.

Up⁠‌‍ until then, he‍⁠‌ had shown no‍‌ emotion, despite the‌ provocations.

But‌‍‌ now, as if⁠‌‍ he had understood​​⁠ something, he lifted⁠⁠ his gaze with‌‌ absolute coldness.

“You’re‍‍⁠ fake.”

“…Correct.‌ You’ll only fight​⁠⁠ me eternally within‍‍ these illusions.”

“No.⁠ That’s not what‍​ I mean.”

“…”⁠‍​

Dereck​‍​ ran a hand⁠ over his sweat-soaked‌ face, brushed his⁠ bangs back, and⁠⁠⁠ let out a long sigh.

There‌ was anger in⁠ his eyes.

An‌ unsettling pressure that‍‍ made the other‍‍ tense up.

“You’re‌⁠ not a 6-star​​‌ confusion mage.”

He‌ said it with​‌ a cutting voice.⁠

The⁠​ anger he contained⁠⁠ was not directed‌‍ at the attack,‌⁠​ but at the⁠ very fact that‌‍ his opponent was​ not up to​‍ par.

He‌‌‌ had thought he‍⁠⁠ was facing a true battle against⁠‍​ a 6-star mage,​ but upon evaluating​ the enemy’s level,‌‍ he couldn’t help‍​​ feeling disappointed.

“What​‌​ are you saying…?”‍​

“You’re​‌ too weak. Yes,‌‍⁠ you are the​‌ bait.”

Stab!‍‍‌

At‌‌ that very instant,‍​⁠ Dereck’s dagger pierced⁠‌ the robed man’s​ chest once again.​⁠​

This‍​ time, unbearable pain‍‍‌ surged through his‌⁠ body.

The​ metallic stench of‌ blood rose up​‌ his throat.

At​ last, the man‌ realized that his⁠⁠‍ true body had⁠‍​ been pierced by‌‍ Dereck’s blade.

No​ matter how powerful‍ a confusion mage​‍ might be, he‌⁠‍ could not trap‌ an enemy in⁠‌ an illusion if‌‍‌ that enemy was‍‌​ not even within⁠‍ his field of‍‌‌ perception.

The​‍ true body had​​ to be hidden‍​⁠ somewhere nearby, casting⁠⁠‍ the magic from​​​ there.

Dereck‌ had found him⁠‍‌ with detection magic‍⁠ and, with an‌‌​ accelerated sword, pierced‍ his chest without‌ hesitation.

His‍‍⁠ persistent use of​ detection magic had​‍⁠ paid off.

“Cough…‍ huff…”

“If​ you were a true 6-star mage,‌​⁠ my level of‍‍⁠ detection wouldn’t have‍ worked.”

The⁠ confusion energy surrounding​ him dissipated completely,‍​‍ and the smell​‍⁠ of the pierced​ man’s blood tickled‍​​ Dereck’s nose.

Dereck‌‌⁠ yanked his sword‌⁠‍ free and kicked​​‍ him, sending him⁠ crashing to the‍ ground.

The⁠ man fell heavily⁠ and let out‍​‌ a tearing scream.‍

“¡Aaagh!”‌

“You⁠⁠‍ have a respectable​ level. At least⁠⁠ 3 stars. That’s‌‌​ not common.”

“D-damn‍⁠ you… I am…⁠‍ a 6-star confusion​ mage… I…”

There​⁠ was conviction in‌ those words.

Dereck​ understood immediately.

This‌​​ man had been⁠‍‍ a victim of‍ a true confusion​​ mage.

He​ genuinely believed that‍‍‌ he was a 6-star mage.

The⁠​ burning emotion in‍​ his eyes and‍‍‍ the way he​ clawed at the​‍‌ ground, consumed by​​‌ frustration, were not⁠⁠ an act.

Dereck‌ approached with slow⁠ steps and roughly‌‌⁠ tore away the​ robe covering him.⁠‍⁠

“…”‌⁠

His‍‌ eyes trembled.

“Cough…​⁠‌ huff…”

The​‌‍ man hidden beneath⁠‍ the robe was‌ someone familiar.

An‌​‌ immaculate white shirt,‌‌ a refined leather‌ vest, and over⁠‌ it, the feather‌ emblem symbolizing an​‍​ imperial magic advisor.‌

The⁠‌ only magic advisor‌ who had survived.‌

Dalton.​⁠‍

The⁠‍⁠ same pathetic man​ who had been‌‌​ trembling in fear‌‌​ in a corner‍‍⁠ of the main⁠​⁠ hall had been‍ here, pretending to​ be a confusion​‌‌ mage and attacking​‍ Dereck.

Dereck​​⁠ shook the blood‍⁠‌ from his sword​ and silently observed‍ Dalton, sprawled on⁠⁠ the ground.

A mere pawn used​ by someone else.‌‍

As⁠​ he looked at‌‍‌ him, a strange​‍‌ sense of déjà​​‌ vu ran through‌ his mind.

Was⁠‍ this really the⁠‌ first time?

The‌ image of the​‍‌ other dead magic​ advisors overlapped in⁠‌‌ his memory.

Perhaps⁠ the one who‌ had killed them‌‌​ was Dereck himself.⁠⁠

If‍​⁠ that were the⁠⁠‍ case, then all‌⁠ the advisors under‌‍ Kohella’s command had‌​​ been manipulated by​ confusion magic and‌ used as substitutes‌ until they died.⁠

It​​​ was only a possibility.

But​‌ that unsettling feeling⁠​​ would not stop‍​ haunting him.

***⁠​⁠

“Have‌‍‍ you come to‍⁠‍ kill a confusion⁠‍‍ mage?”

The‍‌‌ emperor’s bedroom.

Kohella,​ sitting alone, smiled⁠‌ with ancient elegance⁠​ as she looked⁠​ at Linus.

In​ the darkness enveloping⁠‍ the Ravenclaw Academy,​ the woman obsessed‍​‌ with magic smiled​ with refinement.

“You​‍ speak as if⁠ I were using‌​‍ confusion magic.”

That‍‍​ smile, laden with‌‍ meaning, made Linus‌⁠ slowly close his‌ eyes.

“Lady‌ Kohella, would you‍​‌ like to gamble‌ a round with⁠ me?”

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