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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 190: Confusion (7)

Chapter 190: Confusion (7)

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

Despite‌ such an absurd‌‌​ declaration, Kohella did‍⁠‌ not show the‌ slightest hint of​‌ bewilderment.

She​​⁠ simply sat down‌​ on the sofa⁠ and rested her⁠ chin on her‌ hand, calmly observing​⁠‌ Linus’s true intention​ as he put‍ forward that strange‍​‌ proposal.

“Linus​​​ Rugel Belmierd. I believe I saw⁠ you a long​ time ago, when​ you attended a prayer at the‍‍ Kremton Monastery. You’ve‌​ changed quite a bit since then.”​

“That‍‍⁠ was when the⁠⁠ blood hadn’t yet‍‍⁠ dried from my​ head. I’m honored​ that you remember⁠⁠ me, Lady Kohella.”‌‌

“I‌ have a good​ memory. When I learned you were‍ the eldest son⁠ of the Belmierd​‍ family, I made‌​ sure to remember‍ you. But it​ seems life has‌​ tested you more‍‌ than expected. Compared⁠ to back then,​‌​ you’ve become much​​⁠ more carefree.”

The‌⁠‍ Linus Kohella remembered‌ did not have‍‍ the unkempt appearance⁠ he had now.‌

He​‌‍ wore his red‌ hair neatly cut‍​ at ear level,​​ his sharp chin‍‍⁠ lifted proudly, and​‍‍ his eyes burned‌⁠ with ambition.

He​ was dressed in‍​‍ well-kept noble attire​⁠​ and carried the‌‌ confidence befitting the‍​⁠ heir of an⁠ influential family.

However,⁠⁠​ the Linus now​‌⁠ standing before her‍ was little more‍ than a vagrant​‍‍ who did not‍‌ even shave regularly.‍‍‍

The​ stench of alcohol‌‍ mixed with tobacco‍‍​ that emanated from‌ his body made⁠⁠ it impossible to‍‍ mistake him for​‍ a young lord‍⁠‌ of a noble​‌ house.

His⁠‌ red ponytail, carelessly⁠​ tied behind his‍ back, was greasy,‌‍‍ but he seemed​⁠⁠ not to care​‌​ at all.

On‌ the contrary, he‌ shook his head‍ and wore a nonchalant expression.

“Everyone‌ goes through hardships‍​ in life. I won’t ask what‌ happened within the​⁠ Belmierd family.”

“It’s⁠ nothing so extraordinary.⁠⁠‌ Fairly common matters‌⁠ among noble houses.”‍

Linus‌ replied in a rough voice.

His‌ cloak, draped carelessly,​⁠​ was covered in‌​‌ accumulated grime.

“I⁠‍‍ had a dream.‍⁠ It didn’t turn​‍‌ out well. And‌‌ I got a bit lost.”

“…”⁠‍‍

“But‌ living like this,‍​‌ strangely enough, life​ isn’t so bad.‌‍ So I decided​‍​ to keep going​​​ this way.”

Kohella⁠ still did not​ trust him.

Sensing​⁠ that distrust, Linus⁠ let out a dry laugh and‌ sat down across‍‌​ from her.

The⁠⁠ room where the​ emperor had been‌‍ murdered.

Sitting⁠‌ face to face,‌ the two observed⁠ each other in​⁠⁠ silence, as if‍ by reading the‍‌​ other’s gaze they​⁠ could also read‌⁠⁠ their thoughts.

Before‌​‌ Kohella, head of⁠ the magic advisors‍ of Gremport Palace,‌ there was no​ room for cheap⁠ tricks.

So‍​ Linus relaxed his‍ shoulders and spoke​‌ frankly.

“I‍​ wanted to become‌‍ a hero.”

Kohella​​​ was someone who‍‍‍ deeply respected those​⁠​ who possessed outstanding⁠ magical talent.

However,⁠​ Linus was not​ someone who could​ be considered outstanding‌​ even with generosity.⁠⁠​

At⁠⁠ best, he barely‌‌⁠ reached a mediocre​‍ one-star level.

For‍⁠⁠ the eldest son⁠⁠‌ of the illustrious​​ Belmierd family, his​ talent was lamentably​‌‌ insufficient.

It‌ was not hard‍ to imagine why‌ Linus had ended‍‌‌ up wandering aimlessly.‌‍

Lacking‍ ability commensurate with​​⁠ one’s lineage is‍‍‍ something that eventually​‍ consumes a person.‍

However,⁠⁠‌ Kohella’s deduction was​ only half correct.⁠​‍

“My⁠ mother was a commoner.”

“…”‍‌​

“The​‍ mother of my​ younger brother, Leonard,⁠​‌ was as well.‍​ Of the three​ siblings, the only‌ one who inherited‌‌​ purely noble blood‍‌​ was Ellen.”

Suddenly,‍⁠⁠ Linus brought up‍‌‌ the most delicate⁠ and hidden point​ of the Belmierd‌ family.

To⁠ Kohella’s eyes, it‌ resembled a gambler‌ placing his bet‍⁠ on the table.⁠​⁠

Revealing​‌ a secret that‍⁠ could never be⁠‍⁠ mentioned publicly was‌‍‌ a way to‍⁠ force her to​‌‍ listen carefully.

The⁠‌‍ murky affairs of‌​‍ a noble family‌⁠ like the Belmierds‍​ were more than​ enough of a wager to capture‌‌‍ her interest.

“My​​⁠ father was already⁠‌‌ roaming battlefields long‍ before he received‌‍ the title of‌‍⁠ frontier count. And‍ as those who​⁠ know him well‌‍ are aware, when​ one spends too‍⁠​ much time waging‍ war in distant⁠‍ lands, it isn’t⁠‍ rare to fall‌⁠ into some deviation.”‌‌⁠

On⁠⁠ battlefields where blood‌ flowed freely and⁠​⁠ corpses piled up,‌ it was common​‌ for soldiers, carried⁠‍ along by their​​​ comrades, to frequent⁠⁠‌ local brothels or⁠ engage in fleeting⁠‌⁠ affairs.

Normally,‌‍ such things were⁠⁠⁠ treated as youthful‍​ indiscretions and buried​‌⁠ in the heat‌ of war upon​‍‌ returning home.

But⁠ Count Belmierd could‌‍​ not do that.‍

He⁠ could not regard‌ the life born‍⁠‌ of that indiscretion‌‍ as a mere​ mistake of the‌‍ past, nor pretend‍⁠‍ it had never​ existed.

So‍ he brought Linus‍‍ and Leonard, sons⁠ of a prostitute,‌​ into the Belmierd‍​ manor and raised‍⁠​ them under his‍‍ roof, determined to‌‌⁠ take responsibility to⁠​ the end.

Even‍‌​ Countess Belmierd, a truly kind woman,⁠​ loved Linus and⁠ Leonard as if‌⁠ she herself had⁠​ given birth to‍‌ them, allowing them⁠⁠ to stand with⁠‌⁠ dignity as legitimate‍⁠ members of the‌⁠​ family.

That‌‌ was why Linus‍‍‍ deeply respected the‍‍⁠ woman who did⁠ not share his‍​⁠ blood.

“Then‍ what became of​ your biological mother?”‌⁠‌

“She‍ died quite a long time ago.‌​ She survived by‌‌ selling her body‍⁠​ on battlefields, so‌‍⁠ perhaps expecting her⁠ to live many⁠​‍ years was too‌​⁠ much.”

Linus‍⁠⁠ let out a bitter laugh.

“Even‌​‌ so, they say‍ she was happy‍​‌ knowing I would⁠​‌ live comfortably with‍‌‌ the Belmierd family.​ It’s ridiculous. Knowing‌ her fate was​​ to starve to​ death on the‍⁠ streets, she secretly​⁠ put me on⁠ a ship bound⁠ for this continent,‍​‍ even bribing people⁠ with what little​​⁠ she had.”

“…”‍

“I‍‌ suppose that’s what‍‌​ gave me my‌​ stubbornness. Even with​ incomplete noble blood,⁠‍ I wanted to​​ prove that I could rise in‌‍‍ this aristocratic society⁠​ regardless. In a world rotten to‌​ the core by‍‍ lineage, I wanted⁠​‌ to deny it​ with my very⁠ existence.”

Kohella⁠‍⁠ remembered well the‍⁠‍ fervor of that⁠‍⁠ ambition.

The​⁠⁠ young Linus she‍‍ had seen at⁠‍ the monastery seemed​ the very embodiment​ of that fire.‍

What⁠⁠ did blood matter?⁠‍

Even‌‍​ if incomplete, the‌‌‌ determination to prove⁠​⁠ his worth was‍ extraordinary.

It​‍‍ was no coincidence‍​ that Kohella still⁠ remembered his face‌ after so many‌​ years.

However,​ there was no‌⁠ need to ask‌ how that ambition⁠​‌ had ended.

“That’s‍⁠ right. Great ambitions⁠‍ don’t always lead⁠ to glorious endings.”‍‌​

Linus​‍⁠ gave a bitter‍⁠ smile.

His⁠ younger sister was⁠‍ Ellen.

A child chosen by‍ the gods, a bud destined to⁠ become a ruler.‌‌​

Ellen,‍‌‍ a pure-blooded noble,⁠⁠⁠ awakened her mana​‍ for the first‌⁠ time at the‍⁠​ age of ten.⁠

Even⁠⁠‌ other qualities befitting‍ a ruler far⁠ surpassed those of‍ Linus, something he‌‍⁠ could not help‌​ but acknowledge.

“You‍‌ know it well,‍‌ Lady Kohella. There‌⁠​ are those who,‍ no matter how​‍ desperately they cling​ to incomplete blood,‌ never manage to​‍ reach the summit.‌⁠ And there are⁠⁠‌ also those who,‍ starting as penniless‌​ orphans in the‌ slums, surpass 4 stars and set‌‍​ their sights on‍ 5.”

“…”​

“Those​‌‌ are the ones‌ who become heroes.”‍

There‌‌‍ was no sadness​​ or inferiority complex​ in Linus.

That‍‌⁠ phase had ended‌‌‍ a very long‌ time ago.

All⁠ that seemed to‌ remain in that⁠⁠ ragged man was‌⁠‍ the ability to⁠ place his bets⁠ where the odds​ were highest at‍‍​ the gaming table.‍

“If⁠ you’re going to‌⁠ place a bet,‌⁠ you have to‌​‌ do it on‌‍ people like that.”⁠

Kohella‌⁠‍ understood immediately.

The‍ impetuous, ambitious youth⁠ Linus once was​⁠ no longer existed.​⁠

The⁠‍⁠ man sitting before​‌ her was someone‍⁠ who only bet​ when the odds​‍ were favorable and,⁠​‌ if he won,⁠‍ collected the money‍ and left.

A true gambler, the‌‍ kind who wandered‍ the betting dens.⁠

***‍

“¿D-Dereck…?”‌⁠

“Lady‍‌⁠ Aiselin…?”

When⁠⁠ Dereck turned around‍‌‌ after killing the⁠⁠ magic advisor who‌⁠ had been used⁠‌‍ by the confusion⁠​‌ mage, a familiar​​ face appeared among‍⁠‍ the trees of‌⁠ the forest.

Not‌​ much time had‍‌ passed since Dereck​ had left the‌​‍ main hall, determined‍⁠ to draw the​ confusion mage out⁠⁠‍ by himself.

Despite​ having ordered that⁠ no one separate⁠ from Princess Roselin​‌ under any circumstances,⁠ Aiselin had left​​​ the academic building‍⁠‌ without hesitation and‌‌​ followed him there.‍⁠

“I-I’m⁠ sorry… I was‍⁠‍ really worried…”

“How‍⁠​ did you manage‍ to leave the​⁠⁠ main hall?”

“I⁠​‍ took a detour.‌‌‍ It wasn’t that​ difficult. I don’t⁠‌​ think there’s anyone​ who knows the‌⁠ structure of the​ academic building better​‍ than I do.”‍‍‌

Aiselin‌‍‌ had memorized all‌‍ the blueprints of​ the buildings of⁠ the Ravenclaw Academy.⁠​‌

Leaving‌​⁠ the main hall‌⁠‌ was, in truth,‍⁠ not a big⁠ deal for her.​‍

It‌⁠ was a night‌ with the moon⁠⁠‍ high in the‍ sky.

Although‍ Dereck had even⁠ resorted to using‌‌ the Book of​⁠​ Longing to make⁠​​ threats as a bluff, the confusion‌‌ mage had not‌​ appeared.

He​⁠ had probably realized‌ that the declaration‍‌ was nothing more‌⁠ than bait meant​‍ to force him‌‍‍ out.

Dereck⁠ explained the entire⁠‌⁠ situation to Aiselin.‌‍

“I-I​‌ see… bait… to‍ lure the confusion⁠ mage…”

“If‍ he doesn’t respond,‌⁠​ we might really⁠​⁠ have to use‍⁠⁠ the Book of‍‌​ Longing, but we’re​​ not yet in​⁠ a situation where​⁠‍ we need to‍⁠ gamble our lives.”‍​

“Even‍​ so…!”

Aiselin‍⁠ suddenly composed herself​ and stared straight​‍⁠ at Dereck.

It⁠‌⁠ was not common‌⁠ to see her⁠​ with such a firm expression—she, who​‍​ was always as​‌⁠ gentle as water.​⁠

In‍​ the forest bathed​‌‍ in moonlight, Aiselin​ bit her lower‌​⁠ lip and spoke.‌‌

“Talking‌‍ about dying or​⁠ not dying… please,‍​ don’t say it​ even as a joke. Even if​​ it was part⁠‌‌ of the plan,⁠‍​ you could at​​ least have warned⁠‌‌ me a little…”​‌​

“…”‍

“I​ truly thought something‍ had happened to‍‍ you, Lord Dereck…⁠⁠⁠ I had no​‌ choice but to‌ run out. If‌‌‌ you had really‍ died protecting the‌‌​ nobles… that would⁠​‌ have been too…⁠ too tragic.”

“I’m⁠‍‌ sorry. But I couldn’t warn you‍‌ in advance. No⁠ matter what I said, the moment‍ I did, it‍​ would also reach‍‍‌ the ears of⁠ the confusion mage.”⁠‍‌

Dereck‍ apologized sincerely to‌ Aiselin, who had​ lowered her gaze⁠ with a sad‍⁠‌ expression.

He​ had not imagined‍⁠ that she would‍ rush out in⁠​​ such desperation.

The⁠ two of them‌​‍ began walking back‍‌‍ toward the main‌⁠ hall, remaining silent‌⁠ for a while.‌‍

Aiselin‍ walked with her‍‍‍ head lowered, as‌ if ashamed of‌⁠⁠ having acted impulsively.​​

Dereck‌‍ pressed his brow,​⁠⁠ and to ease‌ the situation, changed⁠​‍ the subject.

“Still,‍ it’s unexpected that‌⁠ the confusion mage⁠‍⁠ didn’t appear in​⁠​ person. With such​‌ a variable, I thought he would‍​ definitely show himself…”⁠‌

“Yes…‍‍​ I also wonder​⁠​ what would have​ happened if you‍⁠‍ had really read‌ the Book of​‌‌ Longing. Why didn’t‌‌ he appear even‌ then?”

Walking‍ together through the​ silent streets of⁠​ the campus, Aiselin​‍‌ and Dereck sank⁠⁠ into their thoughts.‌‍‍

The⁠ academic buildings, carefully‌⁠ constructed day by​⁠ day, passed before‍ them.

There‍​ were still no‍⁠ students, and the⁠ atmosphere was gloomy,​‍‌ but when late‍‌‍ spring arrived, this⁠ place would become‍ a sanctuary of‌​‍ learning filled with‍ life.

Aiselin,‌ who dreamed of‌ that future, sighed‍⁠⁠ as she felt​ the cutting air‌ of the Ravenclaw‍⁠ Academy.

“I‌ never imagined it​​⁠ would turn into⁠‌‌ a scene of‍ murders. Many of‌ the items in​‍​ the main hall⁠ were destroyed, and‌ the entrance to​ Amaryllis House is⁠‌‌ covered in blood…”​‍‌

“It’s‍​​ only a temporary‌⁠ situation. If we‌⁠‍ resolve all of‍‍ this properly, we’ll​ be able to⁠‌ inaugurate the academy‌⁠​ as planned.”

“I⁠⁠⁠ hope so. Both‍ you and I have worked so‍ hard.”

Aiselin​ clenched her fists​ tightly and looked⁠⁠ once more at‍​ the academic buildings.‌

“Let’s‌‍ finish this situation​‍‌ properly and open​‌‍ the academy as⁠ if nothing had​ happened.”

“Of‍​‌ course.”

“But​ for that, we’ll⁠ have to catch‌‍ the culprit—what do⁠⁠ you think, Dereck?‌⁠⁠ With so few‌⁠‌ clues, it must‌​ be difficult…”

“Well,⁠​ for now, I’ve‍⁠‌ thought of a few things I want to ask⁠⁠‍ Princess Roselin.”

“…Really?‍ In the main‍​‌ hall, you looked​​ completely exhausted…”

Princess⁠ Roselin was the​ only person completely⁠‌ free from the⁠ influence of the‌⁠‌ confusion mage.

If​ Dereck had truly⁠‍⁠ encountered the mage​ several times and⁠‍​ lost those memories,​‌ Roselin could not​⁠⁠ possibly be unaware.‍

No‌⁠ matter how capable​‌⁠ a confusion mage‍​⁠ might be, he‌​‍ could not erase‌‌ Princess Roselin’s memories.‌⁠⁠

That⁠‌‍ meant Roselin was⁠⁠‍ hiding something.

“…”​‍⁠

Dereck‌‌⁠ felt a strange‌ sense of discomfort.⁠⁠​

Princess​‍​ Roselin had lost​ her father to​​‍ an unknown confusion‍ mage.

She‌⁠⁠ had no reason‍​⁠ to hide information.⁠⁠

She‌⁠‌ was in a position where she⁠‍‍ would do anything⁠⁠ to catch the‌‍​ culprit.

Then⁠ why conceal something​​‍ from Dereck?

“…Lord‍​‍ Dereck?”

“Sorry,‍‌‌ I was thinking‍ for a moment.”⁠

Dereck​‌ stopped abruptly, rested‍⁠⁠ his chin on​ his hand, and‌⁠​ sank into deep‍‍ thought.

The⁠⁠⁠ reason Princess Roselin​‍ was hiding something.​

There​‌ was only one‍‍‌ possible explanation.

Saying​ it would be‌ useless.

Suddenly,​​ Dereck felt as‌ if the blood‍⁠ began to race‌​⁠ through his head.‍​⁠

He‍ reconstructed the entire⁠ situation from Princess​‍ Roselin’s point of⁠​ view.

Emperor⁠‌ Gattrel, her father,​‌‌ had died.

At‌​ the hands of​ a confusion mage‍​ whose identity was‍⁠‌ almost impossible to⁠​‍ discern.

Whether​‌​ disguised among the​‍ crowd or hidden⁠ in a way‍ that transcended even​‍ perception, he was‍ not someone easy‌⁠ to capture.

But‌‌ what if Dereck‍⁠⁠ managed to find‍‌‍ him using all⁠⁠ kinds of ingenuity⁠​ and variables?

Even‍‌ then, it would‍ make no sense.​‌

A confusion mage who‌‌ had reached the⁠ extreme of his⁠‍‌ art would erase‍ the memories of‍⁠ everyone present and​​‌ act as if‌ he had never​ been discovered.

No‍ matter how much⁠​ they tracked him‌‍ down and found​⁠ him, everything would‌ be meaningless.

If⁠‌ he erased the‌‍ memories, everything would‌‌ become something that⁠​‍ never happened.

At​ most, a faint​ sense of incongruity‍‍‌ would remain—and even⁠​⁠ that could be‌⁠ manipulated.

However,‌‍ Princess Roselin’s memories‌⁠‌ could not be⁠⁠⁠ erased.

She⁠ could continue to​​⁠ exist, knowing who‌‌‍ the culprit was.​⁠​

And⁠‍ even if everyone‌‍ else’s memories disappeared,​‌‌ she would insist​‌⁠ again and again,⁠‌ pointing out the​ true culprit, trying​⁠ to convince everyone.‌‍‍

And​ everyone would eventually‌⁠⁠ believe her.

But⁠​ even that would‍‍ be meaningless.

It‍‍‍ would be enough⁠⁠‍ to erase all⁠ memories again and‌ turn everything into‍‍‌ a never happened.​‌​

Manipulating‍​​ the memories of‌ hundreds of people⁠‌ present so that⁠ everything fit coherently‍‌ was an overly‍​⁠ difficult and exhausting​ task, and as​​‌ long as a reference point like‍​ Roselin existed, everything⁠‌⁠ would ultimately fall⁠‌‌ apart.

In‍‌⁠ contrast, erasing all​ memories and turning‌ everything into something​ that never happened⁠‌⁠ was a simple⁠ and direct process.⁠‌‍

It​⁠‌ only consumed a bit more mana.⁠​

Facing‍ a 6-star confusion‌ mage was that​​‍ absurd and unfair.‌⁠

No‌​‌ matter what happened,​ if he wished​⁠​ it, he could⁠⁠ turn everything into‍ something that never​​⁠ occurred.

A true swindler.

Dereck​⁠⁠ swallowed as he​‌ recalled the previous⁠‌ night.

He⁠⁠​ did not remember‍⁠ it well.

In⁠ fact, it was⁠‍ strange that he​ had not noticed⁠‍ it earlier.

If​‌⁠ one does not‍⁠ pay conscious attention,‌​​ it is not‍‍ even easy to‍​‍ realize.

That‌‍ is the true‌⁠ terror of confusion​⁠‍ magic.

Even​⁠‌ the sense of⁠‌​ incongruity and déjà‌​ vu can be⁠‌ completely erased by​ that sharp magical‍‍‍ force.

Not‍‍⁠ much time had‌⁠‌ passed since the⁠​‌ emperor was assassinated,⁠ yet he had‍‍ the strange feeling‌‍‌ that several nights‍​ had already gone‍‌‌ by.

That⁠ discomfort, as if⁠‍⁠ countless unrecognized memories⁠‍ had piled up,​‌ is difficult to‍​‍ perceive unless one‍ deliberately tries.

How⁠⁠ many times had‍⁠‌ the memories been​ erased?

The‌‌‌ princess, sitting on‌‌ the railing of​ the main hall‍​ and observing everyone‌‍ from above—what kind​​​ of struggle had‍⁠‍ she been fighting​ during the last​⁠ two nights?

Princess‍‍⁠ Roselin, burning with⁠ thirst for revenge⁠⁠​ right after the‍‍‌ emperor’s assassination—what had⁠​ she endured to⁠ end up so​‍⁠ utterly exhausted, gritting‍‍⁠ her teeth like​ that?

Was​‌ it just fatigue​​⁠ from not sleeping?‌‍​

No.‌‌

— She had identified‍​ the true identity⁠​ of the confusion​‍ mage and had‍ tried to warn⁠‌‌ the people in⁠ the place again⁠ and again, but​ always failed.

No⁠‌ matter how much​‌​ she warned them,⁠⁠ everyone forgot.

No‌ matter what she‍​​ did, the 6-star‍⁠​ confusion mage reacted‌‌⁠ instantly and erased⁠⁠⁠ all memories.

Of⁠ course, not even‍⁠ a 6-star confusion‌‍‍ mage possessed infinite⁠ mana.

If⁠ Princess Roselin endured‌⁠ until the end,‍⁠​ sooner or later‌⁠​ that individual’s mana‌‍‌ would be exhausted​⁠ and the situation​ could break.

But‌‌ unfortunately, there was​ a time limit.⁠⁠

Kohella‌‍⁠ could only maintain​​ control of the​‌ area through the​⁠ barrier formation for⁠ three days.

That‍​ meant that if‌ the subject endured⁠‌ for just three‌‌ days, he would​​ be free and‌ able to leave⁠​‍ the place.

If‌⁠ that was the‌​ case, the two⁠ previous nights had⁠‍ been a war‍⁠ between the confusion⁠ mage and Princess‌ Roselin.

Dereck‍​​ imagined it.

Even​⁠ if she called​ Dereck to warn⁠​‍ him, even if​‍ she called Kohella,⁠​ even if she‍ tried by any‌ means to secretly​​⁠ convey the culprit’s​​‌ identity, everything would‍‌ be read and‌ discovered instantly.

Even⁠‌‍ using notes or‌‍​ hints, as long‌⁠⁠ as the enemy​‌ could read memories,⁠⁠ nothing would make‌ sense.

Warning,​ warning, and warning‌ again—everything would end‌⁠ up becoming something​‍ that never happened.‍​

It‌⁠ would be like‍⁠‍ being trapped in​ a scenario where⁠​‌ everything was already‍⁠ decided.

Having‍ the murderer of‍⁠ her father right⁠​ in front of​‌ her and being‌‌ unable to do‌ absolutely anything.

The‌​​ princess, sitting alone⁠⁠ on the railing‌ of the second⁠⁠⁠ floor of the⁠⁠⁠ main hall, observing‌​⁠ the nobles with​⁠ tired eyes, was‌​‌ not simply standing​ guard.

She‌ was undoubtedly watching​​⁠ the true confusion‍⁠‌ mage mixed among​​ them.

He​‍ was too strong‍ to kill directly.⁠⁠⁠

Warning‍‍ someone was meaningless.⁠⁠⁠

If‍ those three nights⁠ passed, the barrier‌ formation would dissipate,‌​ and the confusion⁠‌​ mage, right there,​ in front of‌⁠ everyone, would be‌‌​ free.

Having​‌‌ the enemy of⁠ the emperor in​ the same space,‍‌ within arm’s reach,‌​ and yet having‍‍ no way to⁠⁠‌ warn anyone.

A prison without bars.‍

That⁠ must have been​‍ the endless hell,‍‍‌ like an infinite⁠⁠​ cycle, that Princess⁠ Roselin had endured‌​ over the last‌​ two nights.

Now⁠⁠​ he understood why​ her expression was‌‌ so haggard and​ why, when speaking⁠​​ with Dereck, she​‌‍ seemed to say​⁠‍ disjointed things.

The⁠⁠​ pieces of the‍‌​ puzzle began to‍​ fit together one‌‌‌ by one.

Dereck​‌‌ pulled a letter‍ from his chest.⁠

It‍‌ was the letter‍​ Princess Roselin had​‌ given him before​​‌ leaving the main​⁠ hall.

— It’s a blessing​‍ formula passed down‍​⁠ by the imperial​‌ family. They say‌ it’s the method​‍‌ the hero Rosenheim‍‍ and Kalimford used​⁠ during the subjugation‍⁠‌ of the level-ten‌​ deposit.

That‍ blatant lie existed⁠‌‍ only to conceal‍‌ the letter’s true‌‍ contents.

It‍⁠​ was one of‍ Princess Roselin’s many‌⁠⁠ attempts to inform⁠⁠⁠ Dereck of the​‌⁠ culprit’s identity, resorting​ to all kinds​ of methods.

Even‍‌‌ if it was⁠‍ a futile effort,​ she had undoubtedly⁠‍‌ been repeating it‍ again and again.⁠‌

So⁠⁠‍ what did this⁠‍ letter say?

“D-Dereck…?​‍ Th-that letter… what​ is it…?”

Aiselin‍ spoke with eyes⁠​⁠ full of doubt.​‍‍

Dereck‍​ opened the letter‍​⁠ in silence.

And‌​‍ began to read⁠ its contents calmly.​

It⁠⁠‍ was not a long text, but‌‌‌ Dereck’s eyes opened⁠​‍ wide.

How…​​‌ how could he⁠ have forgotten something‌​ so obvious until‌‍ now?

[ Aiselin Eleanor Duplain​ is currently on⁠ vacation.

— Roselin ]

— I will be‌​‍ away temporarily to‌​​ reconnect with myself.‌​‍ I will return⁠ in one week.‌‌

Before‌‌⁠ the inspection event,‌‍ Aiselin had left⁠‍‌ the place because​​‌ Dereck kept taking⁠⁠ her work.

She‌ had completely disengaged​‌‌ from the event‍‌​ and had not‍ even attended.

That‌ had unquestionably happened.​‌

And⁠​​ yet, everyone had⁠ forgotten it.

As‌​​ if someone had⁠​‌ torn that fragment‍ out of memory.​‍

Aiselin‍⁠⁠ Eleanor Duplain.

That‍ she was here,‍⁠ in this place,‍ was not normal.⁠‍

Dereck⁠‌ raised his head.‍​⁠

In‌‌ the moonlit clearing,​‍‍ Aiselin’s eyes, bathed‍ in that gentle⁠ light, flew open.​‌‍

“Oh‌ my.”

From‍​⁠ her back, a dark red magic‌ began to seep‌‍​ out.

“Then‍​ we’ll have to⁠ erase it again.”‌

Crack!⁠⁠‌

Dereck​‍‍ leaped backward to​‌‌ create distance and‌‌⁠ fired a mana‍ arrow straight at‌‌‌ her face.

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