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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 191: Confusion (8)

Chapter 191: Confusion (8)

— Aiselin Eleanor Duplain‌⁠‍ is false. She‌⁠ is currently on‍​‍ vacation. Her being​‌⁠ here is something​​ strange.

Dereck​​ had discovered the⁠‍ true identity of‌ the confusion mage⁠‍‌ over and over‌‍⁠ again and had‌ informed Princess Roselin​ of it.

At‍ least within the‌‌⁠ memories she retained,‍‌​ that had already​‍​ happened five or​‌‍ six times.

If‍ one also counted‍‍​ the occasions in‌‍‍ which he had‍ not managed to​‍ inform her, every‍⁠ time his memories‌ were erased, Dereck‍‌ had succeeded in‍‍​ finding the hidden‍ confusion mage through‍ different methods.

However,​⁠‍ it was enough⁠⁠ to let his​ guard down for⁠‌⁠ even a single‍‍ instant for everything‌‍ to be covered‍ by the power‍⁠‍ of confusion magic​‍ and return to​​ a state in‌⁠​ which nothing had‌ happened.

And​ then, that confusion​⁠ mage wearing Aiselin’s‌‌⁠ face would cross‍⁠ the Main Hall,⁠​ the hem of‌⁠‍ her dress fluttering.⁠​‍

With‌⁠ a modest and​ serene bearing, she‍‍ would narrow her⁠‍‍ eyes and look​ up at the⁠ princess on the‌ balcony, forming a sly, fox-like smile.‌

She‌‌⁠ would bring her​ index finger to‍⁠⁠ her lips, as⁠⁠⁠ if saying that‍‍ all of this‌‍‌ had to remain⁠⁠ a secret.

Even​ if she shouted‌ at the top​‌​ of her lungs‌‌‌ while running through⁠⁠ the academy, even‍‌ if she tried‍‍ to transmit the​‌ information by every‍‍⁠ possible means, everything​​‌ would always return​‍ to the starting‌ point—that balcony of⁠‍​ the Main Hall.‌

Aiselin,⁠ mingled among the⁠ crowd, would once‌⁠ again bring her‌‍​ finger to her‍⁠ lips and disappear‌‌ into the people⁠ with a smile.‌

Even‌‍ though the murderer‌ who had killed‍ her father was⁠‍‌ right in front‌ of her, she‍​ could not tell‍⁠⁠ anyone.

“My⁠‌⁠ endurance… is already‌ reaching its limit…”‌​⁠

Princess⁠ Roselin, seated on‍⁠‍ the edge of⁠ the balcony, ran‍ a hand over​‍⁠ her face as​‌‍ she panted.

She‍⁠ had gone nearly​ two days without​ sleeping and had‍‌⁠ tried to warn​⁠ others of the⁠​‍ truth more than​ a dozen times,​ shouting and growing‌ desperate, so it‌‌⁠ was no wonder​‌‌ she was exhausted.‌

At⁠‍ first, she had⁠⁠‌ thought only of‌⁠​ capturing him, driven⁠ by a burning​‌ desire for revenge.‌

No‍‍ matter how powerful‍⁠ a 6-star mage‍ might be, their⁠ mana was not⁠‌ infinite.

She‍ believed that if‌ she kept fighting‍⁠‍ and warning others,‍‌‌ sooner or later‍​ he would run⁠​‌ out.

But⁠ two full days​ had already passed,‍ and the limit⁠​ of the barrier‍ ritual was drawing‍⁠‍ ever closer.

Useless.⁠‌

Impossible.‍​‌

Futile.‌

Defeating⁠⁠ a 6-star confusion​ mage was absolutely‍‌‍ impossible.

That⁠‍‌ dark despair began⁠‌‍ to gnaw at‌‍⁠ her chest.

The⁠⁠‍ moment that sense‍​ of helplessness surfaced,‍ exhaustion struck her‍ all at once,​⁠‌ as if she⁠​​ might fall asleep⁠‌​ at any moment.‌

Even​‍⁠ so, Roselin ran⁠‌ her hand over‌ her face once‍ more and stood‍ up.

For‌ more than forty​ hours, she had​‍ not rested for‌‍ a single moment—struggling,‍​⁠ watching, running nonstop.‍⁠

Even⁠ if everything ended​ up being erased‍ and reduced to​‍⁠ nothing, she intended‍ to try until⁠‍ the very end.‍

***‍⁠

“…Are‌​ you tired?”

“Ufufufu.”⁠‌

The‍ unknown entity wearing⁠⁠ Aiselin’s appearance dispersed​⁠⁠ her mana and‍⁠‍ waved her hand.​

The​ world seemed to⁠​‍ twist—the light refracted,⁠‍​ the scenery bent,‌‌​ and a swirling‌‌ sensation covered the⁠ entire area.

If​⁠ she wished, she‌⁠‍ could completely erase‌⁠‌ the memories of​ everyone present within‍⁠ this barrier.

Fully⁠‍ manipulating the memories‍‍ of hundreds of⁠‌⁠ people was a difficult task, but‍⁠ simply erasing them​​​ was perfectly possible.‌​

However,‌​ Dereck sensed it.⁠​​

More​‌‍ than two days⁠ had already passed​‌​ since this massacre​‍‍ began, and they​‌​ were entering the⁠‌⁠ third day.

Kohella’s⁠‌ barrier ritual would‌‍‌ not endure much‌⁠ longer.

During‌⁠ that time, the​ confusion mage had‍‍‌ been exhausted, constantly​‌ busy suppressing Princess‌​​ Roselin every time⁠​ she tried to​​​ reveal the culprit’s‌⁠​ identity.

Even⁠​⁠ though Roselin knew‍​ everything would end​⁠⁠ up being useless‌‌⁠ and erased, she​‌‍ had kept thinking,​‍‌ changing methods, and⁠⁠‍ resisting over and‌​ over again.

It‌⁠⁠ was like desperately‍ striking the bars⁠ of a prison⁠ from which escape​‌ was impossible.

The‌⁠ bars would not‍‍ break, the brick⁠ walls would remain‍​‍ firm, but doing⁠‌ something was always⁠‍‍ better than doing⁠ nothing.

“What‌‌ the hell are‌‌ you planning to⁠‌​ use His Majesty​‌ Emperor Gattrel’s staff‍ for?”

“And⁠‌ why do you​⁠⁠ want to know?‍​ Even if I tell you, you’ll‍‍​ just forget again.”‍⁠‍

Wrapped⁠‌ in black-crimson mana,‌​ the false Aiselin​​⁠ floated beneath the‌‍ moon.

Moonlight​‍ passed through the‍‍‌ dress whipped by‍‍⁠ magical energy, as‍​⁠ if it were‍ a massive stained-glass‍⁠ window of a cathedral.

An⁠⁠ existence that adjusts‍ memories and transcends‍‍​ perception.

A 6-star confusion mage.​⁠

At‌ this point, she‌‌ could only be‍ called the false⁠​ Aiselin.

The‌⁠ color of her‌⁠​ eyes was red.​

A tone completely different⁠​ from that of‌‍ the real Aiselin.‌

“Honestly,​‍ all of you‍​‍ are unbearable.”

Knowing‍ that these memories‍​⁠ would end up‌​‍ being forgotten, the​⁠‍ young woman spoke⁠​ with a tone‌‌ of lament.

“I‍⁠ can’t break that‌ old transformation mage’s‌​‍ barrier, the princess‍⁠‌ whom no magic⁠‌ affects keeps forcing‍⁠ me to expend‍‍‍ mana adjusting memories,​ and you keep⁠‍ finding me no⁠‍‍ matter how much‌ I hide.”

Within‌‍‍ the construction grounds⁠​ of Ravenclaw Academy,⁠ that young woman‍⁠ was fighting against‍ three enemies—Kohella, who⁠‍‌ had trapped her⁠ with her barrier‌‌ ritual; Roselin, who⁠⁠‌ kept resisting and‌ wearing her down;‌‍ and Dereck, who,‍‍ in critical situations,‌ continued to drag‍‍ her into the​‌‌ light again and‌⁠ again.

Each‌​​ of them was⁠‍‌ far too troublesome.‍‌‌

Escaping⁠ from this place‍ was not easy​⁠ at all.

“Still,‍‍ it’s already too‌ late.”

In‍⁠⁠ the nocturnal forest,‌​‍ with the song‍​ of insects and⁠⁠​ the round moon‍ in the sky,‍ Kohella’s barrier ritual⁠ engraved across the​ firmament began to⁠‍ tremble slowly.

“Do‍ you know what​ you failed to‍ calculate?”

The⁠ young woman smiled‌ with the moon​‌‍ as her backdrop.‍‍

“Did‍⁠ you really think⁠​ that old transformation‌‌‍ mage could maintain​ a barrier of‍‌ this size for​‌‌ three whole days?”‍

“I’m‌‌ sorry, but that‍ would only have⁠ been possible without⁠ any interference. Two‌ full days have⁠ already passed, and‌‌ we’re entering the‍‍ third. No matter​ how much she’s‌ Kohella, maintaining a ritual of this​‍‍ scale must have​⁠‍ exhausted her considerably.”‌‍‍

Whoosh!‌ Boom!

When‍ the young woman⁠‍​ clenched her fist‌‌‍ while looking at​⁠​ the moon, an​⁠‍ enormous mana began‍ to surge.

It‍‍​ was clear that‌ she intended to‌⁠⁠ directly shake the​⁠ barrier ritual.

Breaking‌ the barrier of​‌ a 6-star transformation​‍ mage was not​‌ easy, not even‌ for another mage‍ of the same‌‍ rank.

But‍ if that barrier‌ had already been​ pushing Kohella’s mana‌‌ limits for two⁠ days, the situation⁠ could be different.‌

If‍‍‌ she shook it‍⁠​ now, when Kohella​⁠‌ was exhausted both​​‍ physically and mentally,⁠ she might not⁠‌⁠ be able to‌‌‌ break it completely,⁠‌ but she could‌‌⁠ accelerate its collapse.‌

“I​‍‍ can feel it.​‍ That ritual covering​ the starry sky‌ has been weakening⁠ for several hours​‌‌ now.”

“…”​‌‍

“If‍⁠⁠ I shake it​​‌ a little more,‌​ I can create‌⁠‌ a breach. Then⁠ I’ll erase everyone’s‌​‌ memories one last​⁠ time, leave this⁠​‍ place, and everything‌⁠‌ will be over.”​‌

Colossal‌‍ mana erupted from⁠​⁠ the young woman’s‍‍‌ body as she‍‍ laughed maliciously.

It‌‍ was said that⁠⁠‍ the mana of‍ 6-star mages was⁠‍ so vast that‌‍‌ it could cover‍​‌ entire regions.

The​‌​ mana emanating from‌⁠ the false Aiselin⁠‍ floating in the‌‌​ air was, without‌ a doubt, something​‌ that no longer‌⁠‌ seemed to belong​ to the human​⁠​ domain.

That‌​‌ girl had been​‌‌ waiting.

For‌​ the moment when‍ even Kohella, exhausted⁠ from maintaining that‌‍ enormous barrier ritual,‍‌ would be drained‍‍ enough for a single blow to‍​‍ cloud her mind.‍

Roselin​ had resisted like⁠⁠ a madwoman and⁠​‌ worn her down‌‌ a bit, yes,⁠​ but in the​‍‌ end, the victory‌‍⁠ was hers for⁠⁠‌ enduring until the‍⁠ very end.

As⁠ she declared that,⁠ the girl opened‍⁠‌ her fist again,‍​‍ and that colossal​ mana transformed into‌⁠‌ hundreds, thousands of​​ arrows that slammed‌ into the barrier.​⁠⁠

Boom!⁠ Boom! Boom!

It‍​ was as if‌ the number of‌ stars had multiplied‍⁠‌ dozens of times.​⁠‌

Hundreds⁠ of mana arrows‍ she had manifested‌‌ embroidered the night⁠ sky.

Crack!⁠​

At​​⁠ the same time,​‌⁠ cracks began to‌‍ appear in the​⁠⁠ barrier ritual covering⁠⁠​ the firmament.

With‌ the sound of⁠⁠ something splintering, the⁠ entire landscape began‍‌ to shake even⁠⁠ more violently.

Crack!⁠ Crack! Crack!

The⁠⁠‍ condition for the⁠‍‍ confusion mage’s victory​‌⁠ was the destruction⁠‌​ of Kohella’s barrier‌ ritual.

They⁠‌ had endured to‍⁠ the absolute limit,‍‌⁠ saving every last⁠‍ scrap of mana,⁠‌‍ but in the​‌ end, the one​⁠ laughing was her.⁠

When⁠ she saw the‌‍ barrier crumbling little⁠‌​ by little, the‌‍⁠ girl looked up‌​ at the moon‌ and burst into⁠‍⁠ a deranged laugh.‍

“Ahahaha…‍ ahahahaha… ahahahahaha!”

The⁠ monster wearing Aiselin’s‍ appearance.

All⁠⁠ the mana gushing‍‍‍ from her body⁠⁠‌ slowly began to‍ reorganize itself in⁠ the night sky,⁠⁠ once again taking⁠‍ the form of​ a magic circle.‍​

A barrier damaged to​ that extent could‌⁠ no longer restrain⁠ a 6-star mage.⁠⁠

Now​‌ all that remained‌ was to adjust⁠‌​ everyone’s memories one‍ last time and‍⁠ flee.

If‌​‌ she erased the‍⁠ memories and escaped⁠‍⁠ like that, they​⁠ would not be​⁠ able to send​⁠ a pursuit group,‌‌ and all the‍‍⁠ key clues to⁠‍‍ capture her would​ evaporate on the‌ other side of‍​⁠ memory.

The​ only things left‌‌​ behind would be​​​ the cold corpse​‌⁠ of the emperor‍‍‍ and the trace⁠⁠ of the stolen​ staff.

All‌ the conditions for​ victory had been‌​ met.

The⁠ game was over.‌⁠

“You​ made it fairly​ difficult for me.⁠‌ Yes, Dereck Lydorf,⁠‌ the Baron of‍ Ravenclaw, right? At​ least I’ll remember‌‌‍ you. Even in‌‌ such an extreme​⁠ situation, you always‍ played the best​‍‍ possible card. Though,‍‌⁠ in the end,‌‍ it wasn’t enough.”⁠

Whoosh!​ Thud!

A dozen fireballs from‍​‍ Dereck shot forward,‍‌ but the girl‌ floating beneath the⁠ moon dispersed them‍ all with a simple wave of‌​⁠ her hand.

As⁠ if those fireballs‍‍ had never existed.‌⁠

They‌‍⁠ did not even‌​​ leave a trail​‌​ behind.

An‌ enemy against whom‌‌⁠ even attacks were​​‍ ineffective.

An‌⁠​ enemy who, even⁠⁠ if you found‍ her, erased memories‍‌ and disappeared.

An​ enemy who could‌‌‍ not even be⁠‍ perceived without her‌⁠ permission.

The⁠ crushing pressure of‍ absolute power.

Anyone‌⁠ who saw her​‍⁠ would be drenched⁠ in helplessness.

Dereck‍ opened his eyes​⁠ wide and stared​⁠​ at her.

That⁠ image—like a dog⁠​​ that had lost‍ the chicken and‌‌ could only stare‍‍​ at the rooftop—made⁠ the girl laugh‍‍‌ even louder.

“Of‌‍ course, you won’t‌‍ remember me. But‍​⁠ if we meet‌ again, I’ll make⁠‍ sure to greet​‌ you first.”

Over‌‍⁠ the collapsing barrier‍‌‌ ritual, a new‍ magic circle engraved⁠​ with her mana‌​​ was superimposed.

6-star⁠ confusion magic.

“Memory⁠‍​ Devastation.”

She​⁠ prepared to cast​‌ it on a grand scale and‌‌ bring everything to⁠ an end.

All‍‌ the humans present‍‍⁠ on this vast‌⁠ academy ground would‌⁠ forget what they​ had seen today,‌‍ remain there with‍ nothing but traces​‍ and doubts, and⁠​ let her leave.‍

“Then,​​ farewell. It was​‌​ a good duel.‍‌​ I hope next‍​​ time you’re the‌‍​ one who wins.”‍‍

The‌‍​ girl smiled.

At​‍​ the same time,‌ the magic circle​ began to shine,‌​‌ ready to erase⁠​ everyone’s memories and‌‌​ disappear into the​ cloak of darkness.​

If⁠⁠‍ they met again,⁠‌ she would have‍⁠ to be especially‍‍⁠ wary of that​‍‍ man.

With⁠‌ that final thought,⁠‍​ she decided to‌‍‍ end everything.

Splat!‌⁠

—And⁠⁠‌ then, blood burst⁠ from the girl’s‌‍​ mouth.

“—?”‍‍‌

Splat!‌‌ Splat!

At‌ the same time,‍‍ blood began to‌‌‌ gush from her​ nose and from‌ the corners of‌​ her eyes.

The‌ mana filling her⁠ suddenly began to⁠​ dissipate, and the‍⁠‌ mountain of black-crimson‍‍ energy covering the‍ area, along with‌‍ the confusion magic⁠⁠‍ circle covering the⁠‍ sky, began to⁠‍ shatter.

Thud!​‍ Thud!

Crash!​‍‌

The‍‌ figure that had‍‌ been floating against⁠ the backdrop of⁠⁠ the moon fell‍⁠‍ to the ground⁠​‍ and began sneezing⁠‌ like mad.

Dust​⁠​ rose, and her‌‍ form was laid​⁠ bare.

Panting,‍‌ she vomited blood‍‍ several times, her​ hands trembling as⁠‌⁠ she barely managed​‍ to raise her⁠​ head.

“Th-this…⁠ this is…”

“…”‍​‌

“What…‌ what the hell‍‍⁠ is this…? This‌‌ is insane…”

At‍‍ the same time,‌​ Dereck’s fireballs began⁠‌‌ to fly toward​‍‍ the fallen mage.‌

Tap,‌ tap.

Kohella​⁠ strode down the⁠ corridor in long‌‍‍ steps.

The‍ moment she left‍ the room where‍‍‌ the emperor had‌​ been murdered, she‌‍ immediately summoned her‍‌ close associates.

Walking⁠​ quickly and tensely,‌​​ she raised her​​‌ gaze toward the‍ night sky from‍⁠⁠ the corner of‍ her eye.

The‌‌ barrier was collapsing.‍

Upon​‌‌ seeing the confusion​ magic circle superimposed⁠⁠‌ over it, she‌‌​ raised her voice⁠ even higher.

“Gather‍​ everyone! Include the​‍⁠ imperial advisers and‌‍ the personal guard!”​

It⁠ was the only‍ chance to capture‍‌‍ the confusion mage.‍‍‍

“Hurry!‌ Right now, we’re​ going to capture‌ the 6-star confusion​​‌ mage!”

— Generally speaking, it​‌ is impossible to‌‌ capture a 6-star‍ confusion mage.

In‌ the emperor’s chamber,⁠ steeped in even⁠​ deeper darkness, she‍‍‍ recalled the conversation​‌‍ she had had‍​‍ with Linus.

He​‍⁠ had stroked his‌ rough-bearded chin several‌‍ times, wearing a complex smile.

— Even if we​ capture him, he’ll‌​​ erase all the​ memories and act‌‌ as if nothing‌⁠‌ happened. What an‌ absurd swindler, right?⁠​‍ That’s why, to⁠ subdue an existence​‌⁠ that irrational, there’s⁠ no choice but‌⁠ to gamble.

— And that’s my​⁠ field. We just‌‌ need to figure‌​‍ out one thing.‌‍‍ When does that‍‍ confusion mage erase‍ our memories?

With‍​⁠ his hands clasped⁠ atop the table,‍⁠ Linus spoke with⁠​ eyes filled with‌‍ clarity.

Kohella​‌ understood—those eyes were‌​ the same as​ those of the‍​​ energetic Linus from‌⁠‌ long ago.

— If we can‌ pinpoint that moment,⁠ we can strike‌⁠​ him where it​‍ hurts most. Then​‍ Dereck will slip‌ through that gap⁠​⁠ and subdue him.​ From the way‌​‍ he talked about‍‌ bets, I’m sure‍ he’d already anticipated​‍ that I would‍⁠ act this way‍‍ too.

— And how do‍⁠​ you know that?‌

— Do you think​ a mage as⁠⁠​ upright as him​⁠ would gamble? No.‌​ But he had⁠ already realized something—that‍‌⁠ I would put‍ anything on the‍‍⁠ line if it‍⁠⁠ meant protecting Ellen.‌‌

The​⁠‍ corners of Linus’s⁠​ lips lifted once‍⁠​ more.

— She may not‌ be a very‍‌‍ lovable sister, but‍⁠⁠ she loves the‍‍‍ Belmierd family more​‌​ than anyone and‍‍ will protect it​⁠ better than anyone.‌

Ellen​​‌ always ground her‍ teeth when she⁠ saw Linus, but‌ he only responded‌ with a carefree⁠‍‌ laugh.

The‌⁠​ ambitions he had​​ harbored all his​⁠‍ life, the gaze‍‍⁠ burning like lava,‍‌‌ had been completely​ extinguished by Ellen’s​ existence.

Even‌ so, to Linus,‌ she was still​‍ simply a sister⁠ with far too​⁠ many things that⁠⁠​ could go wrong.‍‍‌

The⁠‌ reason he had⁠⁠ recommended Dereck as​‌ a noble and‌ even thwarted Leonard’s‍‌‌ plans was a single one—because she‌‍ was the sister​‌‍ he trusted the‍​ most.

That‍ was why that‌‍‍ man had taken‌‍​ the gamble into‍‌ his own hands.⁠

— The moment the‌ barrier breaks will‌⁠​ be our opportunity.​​‌ We have to‍​‌ smash it at‍ that instant.

— That confusion mage,⁠ precisely when the⁠‌⁠ barrier collapses, will‍‍⁠ without fail use‍​ Memory Devastation to⁠ erase everyone’s memories.​​ That instant when​‌⁠ he tries to‍​⁠ erase all the⁠ clues and flee‍ will be the‌⁠​ exact moment he⁠‍‌ touches our memories.​

No​‌ one knows when​​⁠ a confusion mage⁠‌​ hidden behind the‌‌ curtain will touch‌ memories.

Except⁠​ for that single‌ instant, just before‍​ everything ends and⁠​​ he escapes for‍ the last time.​‍

That⁠​ was the moment‌​ when Linus, who‍ had lived half​‌‌ his life at‌⁠‍ gambling tables, would​ throw all his⁠‍‌ chips onto the‍‍ table.

The⁠‍​ stake he was‍‍ willing to put⁠‌⁠ down was his‍ own life.

Creeeeak—​

The‍ emperor’s bedroom from‌‌‌ which Kohella had​‌⁠ rushed out.

The‍​​ door, which she​‌ had not managed‍‍ to close in⁠‍ her haste, slowly‍ shifted and let⁠⁠ out a constant‌⁠⁠ creak.

Inside,​ Linus was sitting⁠ alone, blood continuously​‌ dripping from him.‍‌‍

The​ young noble gasped‌ for breath, making​​⁠ muffled sounds, but⁠‌ even covered in​​‍ blood, the corners​⁠‌ of his lips‍ kept rising higher‍​⁠ and higher.

Through⁠⁠ the window, the‍‌‍ confusion mage’s magic‍ circle could be⁠⁠⁠ seen crumbling.

“Cough…​ haa… haa… hah…⁠⁠ heh… hehehe…”

Bathed​​‍ in that black-crimson⁠ light, Linus lowered‍ his gaze to​ the enormous grimoire​ resting on his‍‍ knees.

It⁠‌ was a book⁠​ he had already⁠⁠⁠ heard enough explanations​ about from Dereck​‍ and Kohella.

— However, the moment⁠‍⁠ this book is‍‍ read and its⁠‍⁠ contents are understood,⁠ mana burns and‌⁠ is consumed, the​⁠ entire body begins​‍‍ to bleed, and⁠​ the reader dies.‍‌ They say that‍ if one endures‌ that searing pain,​ one can perform⁠ miracles that surpass‍​ the power granted⁠ to them… but⁠‌​ even that limit⁠⁠ is not clearly⁠ defined.

That⁠ book was called‍ the Book of​ Longing.

They‌⁠ said it granted​ the reader’s wish,⁠​​ though with clear‌ limits and restricted‍ power.

But⁠⁠ what truly mattered​‍ was not the‌ limit of its⁠ power, but the​ price.

The‍⁠ very moment its‌ contents are read‍‍⁠ and understood, the‍‌​ shadow of death‍ begins to strangle​​ the reader’s neck.‌⁠

That⁠‍⁠ price itself was‍​‍ the very reason​​ for the Book‌ of Longing’s existence.⁠‍

Adjusting⁠​‌ memories meant, in‌ other words, being​ able to read‌‍‍ them.

Consequently,​ all the memories​ of everyone except‍‍ Princess Roselin were‍⁠ being manipulated in⁠ the palm of‌​ that confusion mage’s‍ hand.

The⁠​ contents of the​ Book of Longing‌​ were etched clearly​‌ into Linus’s memory,‌‌​ and the moment‍‍⁠ the confusion mage‌ tried to pry‍‍‍ into his memories,‍ it would strangle‌⁠ his neck.

In‌ the end, the‍ most important thing‌ was timing.

Before‍⁠ Linus died or‍‍‍ lost consciousness after‍‍ reading the book,​‌‍ the enemy had‌‌ to read those​ memories.

And​‍⁠ the way to‍‍ set that precise‍ moment was to⁠ force Kohella to⁠ deactivate the barrier​‌ ritual ahead of​ time.

When⁠ the confusion mage‌ realized that everything‌‌ had been a trap, it would‍ already be too⁠ late.

The‍​ memories would have‍‍​ already been read,‍ carved into her​‌ brain, burning her‍ mana and pushing​​ her toward the‌‍ swamp of death.‍‌

A 5-star magical artifact‌⁠‌ could not kill‍‍​ a 6-star mage‌‍​ in a single‍​​ blow.

But‍‌ at least it​‍‌ could inflict a fatal wound.

And‌‍‌ then, the final‌⁠ blow would only‌ need to be‌⁠ delivered by Dereck.⁠

He​​ was the most​‌‌ talented mage Linus‌ had ever seen.‌​​

— If we manage‌ to subdue him,‍ negotiate with him​ and use his‌‍‌ power to erase​​ all the contents‍‍⁠ of the Book⁠ of Longing from‌​⁠ my head. If‍⁠ you do that,‌ I’ll be able‍‌ to survive too…​​​

— Before we subdue​‌​ him, it’s far‍‌ more likely that‍‍ you’ll bleed to‍‌‍ death.

— How could I live by making‍ only bets with‌‍​ a high probability‍ of victory? Besides,‌‌⁠ the more difficult‍⁠ the bet, the​‍⁠ greater the prize.​

The‍ gambler, Linus.

He​ might not have‍ become an exemplary​‌ noble, but he‍⁠⁠ had an innate​⁠ talent for walking​ the tightrope between‌‍ probability of success‌⁠‍ and the size​ of the stake.⁠​

Even​​ if a bet‌‌⁠ was disadvantageous, if‌​ the expected value​ was overwhelmingly high,‍⁠ a true gambler‌ would accept it.⁠‌‌

— A 1-star mage,⁠‌‍ little more than‌ a beggar who‍​ only knows how‍‍ to gamble with​⁠⁠ money, trying to‌ defeat a 6-star‌ mage. In terms‍‍‍ of expected return,‌‌ that’s an absurd⁠​⁠ profit.

— …

— Wouldn’t it be‌‌ stranger if the⁠ odds were high?⁠‍​

“Cough…‍‍‌ haa… heh… hehehe…‌⁠ bingo…”

Covered‍​⁠ in blood, Linus​​ lifted his gaze​ toward the crumbling‌‌‍ magic circle in​ the night sky.​‌

“Don’t‍​ let her escape,⁠​ Dereck.”

The⁠⁠ moon beyond the‌‌⁠ broken barrier ritual‍ was reflected in​⁠⁠ his eyes.

As⁠ the corners of⁠ Linus’s lips lifted‍​ even higher, blood‍‍‍ began to slide‍ down them.

Even‍‍ so, he kept‍ smiling.

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