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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 192: Confusion (9)

Chapter 192: Confusion (9)

Boom!​​​ Crack! Crack-crack-crack!

The⁠​ flames that rose‌​ took on a spherical shape and‌ began to float‌‌⁠ in the air.⁠

It‍⁠‍ was not just​ one, but dozens‌‌ of enormous fireballs‌‍ suspended in the‍⁠‌ void.

For​ an average mage,​‍‌ manifesting even a single one of​‌ those spheres would‌ be enough to‍​ leave them exhausted.​​‍

However,‌ Dereck was controlling⁠‌ several dozen at‍‌⁠ the same time.‌​

Each‌‌ one advanced in‍ a different direction,⁠ with different levels⁠ of power, demanding‍‌⁠ a completely irregular‍ response.

And‍ as if that​ were not enough,⁠‌​ Dereck advanced with‌ sword in hand.​​

If‍ one were not⁠ extremely accustomed to​ individual combat, they⁠ would be exhausted‌​‌ in a matter‍⁠ of seconds.

Crash!‍ Crack!

Every‌ time Dereck swung‌‍‌ his sword, spears⁠‍ of ice emerged⁠‍ from the ground,‌ attempting to pierce​‌‍ his opponent.

Each‍‌​ one was so‍​ sharp that, if​‍ struck directly, it‌⁠ would pierce the‌​​ body without difficulty.‌‌⁠

Fire‌⁠⁠ and ice.

Two‌‌​ opposing magics that,‌ in perfect harmony,​‍⁠ pressured the enemy​ from all angles.‌

As‍​ they collided with⁠ each other, they​ filled the battlefield‌ with scalding vapor.⁠‌

Sizzle!⁠

Amid‌ that sound, Dereck’s​ attacks did not⁠‍ stop.

Allowing⁠​ even a single⁠‌ one through would​‍⁠ result in a fatal blow.

Whoosh!⁠ Slam! Boom!

However,‌​ his opponent was​‍​ a 6-star mage,‌ someone who had​ reached the pinnacle⁠​‌ of the magical‌⁠ world.

A master of confusion‌‌‌ magic, capable of​ deceiving even the⁠‌⁠ world itself and⁠ violating memories.

No​⁠‌ matter how absurd​​ Dereck’s magical capability‍ was, the difference​‍ in hierarchy remained⁠‍⁠ abysmal.

Even‌​ so, the young‍ woman bearing Aiselin’s‍ appearance managed, staggering,‍​‍ to endure the‍ attacks.

From⁠⁠ her eyes, nose,‌​​ and ears, from​​ every orifice of‌‍⁠ her face, blood‍​‍ flowed without stopping.‍‌

The‍ curse engraved into​‍​ her body, originating​‌​ from the 5-star‍‌ artifact, the Book‍⁠‍ of Longing, dug​ into her flesh,​ mercilessly evaporating her​​ magic and trying‍‌ to tear her​‍‌ life away.

It‌ was a curse‍⁠‌ so absurd that​ even exceptional combatants⁠​ would fall immediately.​⁠

Even⁠‌​ so, gritting her‍ teeth, she continued‌ to respond to‌​​ Dereck’s attacks.

“Ha…​​​ huff… huff…”

The‌⁠‍ young woman made‌ a large leap‍⁠‍ backward, increasing the‍ distance between them.​​​

She⁠ once again covered‌ her body in‍⁠​ dark red magic​ and attempted to‍ manifest an advanced⁠⁠ confusion spell, but⁠‌⁠ failed.

“Huff…​​‌ huff…!”

Blood‍ burst forth again,​‍ and her consciousness⁠​ began to fade.⁠

She‌⁠​ stabbed a dagger​​ created with magic⁠⁠‌ into her own‌⁠⁠ shoulder.

The‌‌ pain brought her‍‌​ back to reality.​​‌

‘My​ magic is evaporating​‌⁠ at an absurd‍‌‍ speed… at this⁠ rate… I’ll be⁠‍​ exhausted…’

While⁠⁠‌ taking refuge in​ the forest shrouded​⁠ in darkness, she‌ scattered illusions around‍‍ herself.

But⁠ Dereck was a veteran mercenary who‍‌⁠ had spent his‌‍ life hunting monsters‍ in forests and​‌ plains.

He‍​‍ was not fooled⁠⁠‍ by cheap illusions‍ and advanced with‍​ steady steps, rapidly​⁠ closing the distance.‌

‘Not‌ everything is bad…‍‌‌ at least, Kohella’s⁠​⁠ barrier has already​‌ collapsed… considering its‍ scale, she won’t​‌ be able to‌‌ manifest it again‍‌ for some time…’‍⁠⁠

With‍ her legs trembling,‌⁠​ the young woman​‌‌ ran among the‌⁠ trees, gritting her​ teeth.

By‍‍ reading Linus’s memories,‌‍⁠ she had also⁠‍ taken on the‌‌ curse of the​ grimoire, but in⁠⁠ exchange she fully​​ understood the flow⁠ of that mad⁠ gambler’s plan.

She​​⁠ confirmed that Kohella’s‌⁠ barrier had completely⁠ collapsed.

And⁠ she also learned‌‌ that Kohella was​‌‍ on her way.‍‌

‘The​​​ curse of a 5-star book is⁠‌ terrifying, yes… but​ not to the‍‌⁠ point of killing‌⁠ me instantly… if‍​ I can adjust‍⁠ my magic, keep​‍⁠ myself alive right​ now, and slowly‌‌​ erase the mark‍⁠ over three or‌⁠ four days… I can recover…’

It​​⁠ might take years⁠​ to fully heal.‍‌​

But​​‌ if she managed⁠ to escape, she⁠⁠​ could disappear.

It​‌​ was a curse⁠‍ that even great⁠​ mages rarely survived.‌‌

Even⁠‌ so, as a 6-star mage, she⁠‍‍ managed to hold‌​ on at the‌ limit.

As​ long as she‍ had time.

That‌⁠ is, if she⁠​‍ could shake off‌‍‍ that veteran mercenary‍‌​ who was pursuing‌‌‌ her right now.​

Even‍⁠⁠ in a place⁠‍‌ where people died,⁠‌‍ memories were violated,​ and death could‍ arrive at any‍​ instant, that man‌​ maintained absolute calm.​

If⁠​ she could get‍ rid of him.⁠⁠

She​‍ could escape.

Almost⁠ all of her⁠‌ magic had evaporated⁠ because of the‌​‌ Book of Longing,​​ but her original⁠‍ reserves were so‌⁠⁠ immense that they⁠‍ did not vanish​​⁠ all at once.⁠‌​

Before‌ her magic was‌ completely exhausted, she⁠ had to defeat⁠‌​ that 4-star mage​‍‍ pursuing her and​ leave the grounds‌ of the Academy.⁠‍

That‌ was what she​⁠ thought.

Crash!‍‌ Boom!

The⁠‌ young woman stumbled⁠ over a root​​​ and rolled across‌​‍ the ground.

She‍​​ tried to push‌‍ herself up from​ the blood-soaked mud,⁠ but her trembling‌​ arms did not⁠⁠⁠ respond.

“Huff…​‌​ huff… the magic…”‌

No​‍‌ matter how terrifying‌​ the curse of‌ a 5-star book​ was, it could​⁠ not evaporate all‍​​ the magic of‌​​ a 6-star mage‍⁠ in a single⁠ blow.

And‍​⁠ yet, she had‍​ almost none left.​‌

The‍‌ cause was obvious.⁠‌

The‍ image of Princess⁠ Roselin, seated on‍ the railing of⁠ the Bellos Pavilion‌‍ of the Academy,⁠⁠⁠ observing the world​⁠‌ with a cold​⁠​ gaze, appeared in​⁠ her mind.

Even⁠ trapped in that​​ helplessness, never giving‍⁠‌ up, the princess⁠⁠ had fought to⁠‌ the very end.​​‍

That‌⁠ constant effort, even‌⁠ if it seemed‍‌ futile, had gradually​‌ devoured the young‍ woman’s magic little​ by little.

Not⁠⁠ stopping, continuing to‍⁠‍ move, trying to​ awaken everyone by‍ any means possible.‌

That​‍ had exhausted even‌‍ the last shred​‌ of magic she​⁠ should have had‍‌ left.

Boom!‍​‌

Gathering‌‌ her strength with‍ difficulty, the young​‍⁠ woman fired a 1-star spell, “Mana⁠⁠‌ Arrow,” at Dereck.​

He⁠ advanced through the⁠⁠ bushes and dispersed‍ it with a simple motion of‌⁠ his hand.

To‍ subdue a full-fledged‌‍‍ 4-star mage like⁠⁠ Dereck, it was⁠‍ essential to use‌‌‍ advanced magic.

Normally,‍‌‌ she had many‍ spells of that‍ level at her​ disposal.

But​‍ now, with enormous​ amounts of magic⁠ evaporating second by⁠ second, all of‍‍ that was useless.‍‍‌

The⁠ forest was filled⁠‌⁠ with lush trees.​‌‍

Through‍​‌ the leaves, the‌⁠‌ moonlight filtered faintly.⁠⁠

And​⁠​ under that glow,‌‍‌ the hunter advanced‌ step by step,​⁠‍ determined to bring⁠​‌ down the monster​​ that had reached‍ the pinnacle of⁠‍ confusion magic.

Beyond​‌‌ the forest, Dereck’s⁠‍ red eyes are⁠ revealed as he‍ readjusts his grip​⁠‌ on his sword,‍ shakes his cloak,‌​⁠ and advances, his‌​ leather boots dragging‍​‌ slightly.

The⁠ information that can‌ be drawn from⁠⁠⁠ that scene is‌​ neither complex nor​‍ difficult.

If‍​‍ she is caught,‌ she dies.

The‌⁠ instant that brief⁠‌⁠ and decisive fact​⁠ is engraved in‍‌ her mind, strength​ surges back into​ the young woman’s‍⁠​ arms.

She​‍ propels herself up​‌⁠ and gets to‌ her feet, crossing‌‍ the forest as‌ the hem of​ her dress drags⁠ along the ground.​​

Although‌‍​ she maintains Aiselin’s⁠‍ appearance, her hair‌ is completely loose⁠⁠ and her body‍ is covered in⁠⁠ wounds.

Soaked‌⁠‌ in blood and​⁠ in shambles, it‍​‌ gives the impression​ that, even with⁠‌‌ that form, she‌‍ no longer resembles‍‌ Aiselin at all.​

Thud!⁠​

Thus,‍​​ the young woman‍​ collapses once more⁠ in the middle⁠⁠ of the forest,‌‍ limited to gasping⁠ with difficulty.

Blood‍‍⁠ flows without stopping​⁠ and begins to‍ spread around her​​ like a puddle.‌

When‌‍⁠ Dereck reaches her‌ from directly behind,‌‌‍ she rests her​‌ body against the‌⁠ cut trunk of⁠​ a tree, breathing‍ roughly, as if​​ she has given​​‍ up.

“Huff…​ huff… so it‍ was the Book‌​ of Longing created⁠ by Kohella… without⁠⁠ a doubt… it‍‍ weighs heavily… huff…”⁠​​

“…”⁠‍‍

“Ha…⁠⁠ ha… I never​‍ would have imagined‌ it… at least,‌ the memories of‌‌ everyone inside this⁠ barrier were completely‌‍​ in the palm⁠⁠‍ of my hand…”‍‌‍

From‌ the wound in‍‍‍ her shoulder, blood‌ continues to gush​ out without stopping.⁠

The⁠ young woman presses​​ her shoulder tightly,‌‌ but she cannot‍‍ stop the bleeding.⁠

“Now…‍​⁠ now I understand​⁠‍ everything… huff…”

Dereck​​ used the fact‍⁠ that he would​‍‌ use the Book‌‍‍ of Longing as‌⁠ bait to draw‌ a 6-star confusion​​ mage to himself.​

From​ her point of‍‌​ view, she could‌‌​ not afford to⁠‌ ignore that lure.​‌

If⁠‍ Dereck truly created‌​​ an unexpected variable‌ by using the​ book, her plan‌‌ would collapse.

At​​‌ the very moment‍ when all of​⁠​ her attention was⁠‌‍ focused on Dereck,⁠⁠‌ Linus obtained the‍ brief window he‌‍‌ needed to structure‌ his plan.

While⁠ she kept her⁠‌⁠ gaze fixed on‍‌​ Dereck, Linus went⁠‍​ to find Kohella,​⁠ explained the entire​​ plan to her⁠​‍ in an instant,‌⁠ and pressured her⁠⁠ to weaken the‌​ barrier.

Up​​‍ to this point,​ Dereck, Roselin, Kohella,⁠⁠ and Linus did⁠ not share the​ plan nor express​ it out loud‌‌‍ even once.

Because‍‌‌ the moment they‌⁠ did so, in‍⁠​ any form, the‍⁠ plan would reach​‌​ the ears of‌​‌ the confusion mage.⁠⁠

That​⁠⁠ was why each​ of them simply‌ did what they⁠ could.

The‌‌‍ construction grounds of​‍ the Ravenclaw Academy,⁠ illuminated by a bright moon.

The‍​​ academic garden, where‌ Kohella advances with‍‍ firm steps, guiding​ the mages toward⁠ the forest.

The⁠‌ Bellos Pavilion, where⁠ Roselin lifts her‌ exhausted body and,⁠​‍ staggering, raises her⁠‌‍ gaze toward the‌ magic circle in‌‍ the sky.

The‌ imperial bedroom, where⁠‌⁠ Linus, seated in‌‍‍ an ornate chair,‍ lowers his head‍​​ as he bleeds‌ out and lets​​‌ out a dry‌‌ laugh.

The‌ forest beside the‍‍‌ training field, where​ Dereck cuts through‍‍⁠ the undergrowth with​ a sharp gaze,⁠ pursuing the young‍‌ woman.

Each‌⁠‍ of them, from‌ their own position,‍‌⁠ plays their best‍​⁠ card.

The‍‌⁠ sum of those⁠ independently chosen decisions⁠⁠ manages to seize​​‍ a 6-star confusion​⁠‌ mage, who had‍​‌ been walking above​‌‍ all logic, by‍⁠ the neck and‍ slam her to‍ the ground.

The‍ result is her​ herself, rolling on​‌ the earth while‍‌ spitting blood.

“Let’s⁠‌⁠ negotiate…”

The‌​ young woman with​​​ Aiselin’s appearance spoke​ with difficulty, coughing‌‍ up blood.

“I’ve‌ read… part of⁠ your memories… you‌‌ want to become​‍ a mage of⁠⁠⁠ an even higher‌ level, don’t you?”⁠​‍

“…”‌

“Huff…‌ now that the​⁠ barrier has collapsed,‌ the escape route‌​​ is completely open.⁠‌ With just a horse… you can​ flee. If you‍‍ help me do‌⁠​ so… I’ll transmit​‍ part of my⁠‍⁠ confusion magic to‍ you…”

The‍ positions had completely​⁠ reversed.

Now,‍ the one looking‌ down at the​ other, with the​‌ moon as a backdrop, was Dereck.‌‍‌

He‍​ shook his sword‍‍ once and, with​‍ his back to‌⁠ the moon, looked‍‍⁠ again at the‍​⁠ dying young woman.‌‌

“When‍ you escape Kohella’s‍‍​ control… I’ll teach​⁠ you magic. You’re​‌ especially talented in‌‍‍ confusion magic… more⁠ than Drest, Melverot,‍ or Kalimford… you⁠⁠ can reach a level far higher‍ than theirs. Take‍​ my hand… take⁠ my hand…”

Dereck’s‌​‌ cold gaze does‌‍ not change.

The‌‌ masters who trained‌ him were always⁠ individuals of great⁠ caliber.

The​ young woman before‌‍‌ him was no​‌ exception.

She‍⁠‌ knew perfectly well‍ that Dereck would‍ not let an‍‍​ opportunity like this​ pass.

Dereck,‌ like the deranged‍‌ Kohella, was a man completely obsessed‍⁠ with magic.

“It’s​ true, it’s a tempting proposal. It’s‌⁠‍ not common to‍‌ receive direct instruction‍‍‌ from a 6-star​⁠ confusion mage.”

“Huff…‌‌ cough…”

“If‍ such an opportunity​​ appears, it would​‍⁠ be normal to‍‍ take advantage of‌‍‍ it.”

The​‌‌ young woman, bleeding,‍‍‍ forced a smile.‍⁠

As⁠‌⁠ expected, this man⁠​‍ was capable of⁠ anything in order‍ to reach a greater level of‍​​ magical mastery.

“Normally,‍⁠​ I would say‌ yes.”

“…What?”‍

“It’s​ a good opportunity,‍ but how am​‍ I supposed to‍‍ trust you? You​​​ are a master⁠ of confusion magic.”‌​

No‍‌‌ matter how good‍⁠​ an opportunity was,⁠⁠‌ if it could​‍ not be secured,‌ it made no​⁠⁠ sense.

Dereck⁠‌⁠ knew that well.​​​

Now​‍‌ she was bleeding‍‌ out and without‍ magic, but once‌‍ she recovered physically⁠‌ and mentally, there‍⁠ was no guarantee⁠ that she would‌‌⁠ keep her word.⁠‍

A mage capable of⁠​⁠ erasing memories and‌ manipulating even perception—why​​‍ would she bother​⁠‍ honoring a promise?‌

Paradoxically,‌‍ that power that‌‍ surpassed all limits‍ was precisely what​​ made her impossible​⁠ to trust.

She⁠ was someone no‌‌‍ one could trust.​⁠⁠

Because​‌ there was no​ reason to.

That‌‍ was why Dereck‍​​ tightened his grip​‍⁠ on his sword.⁠‌

The‍‍⁠ negotiation was over.‍

“You…‍ you had a necromancy mage as‌⁠ your master…”

“…”‌

“If‌​ you hand Kohella‍ over to me…‍‍‌ I’ll reveal that⁠​​ fact… and the​⁠​ existence of a 6-star necromancer will‌⁠‍ also come to⁠ light…”

“Do⁠​​ whatever you want.”‍

If‍ persuasion did not​⁠⁠ work, then threats.‍

But​‌ not even the‍⁠ last struggle of​ a young woman‍‌‍ on the brink‍ of death managed⁠⁠‌ to break Dereck’s‍⁠ calm.

“Even‍​ if Lady Kohella‍‌ heard that, do‌ you really think‍‍‌ she would care?”​

“…”‌⁠​

With‍ anyone else, it⁠​ might have worked,⁠ but Kohella was‍​ a lunatic obsessed⁠‌ with magic.

If‌‍⁠ a 6-star mage‌‍⁠ existed, she tried‌⁠ to recruit them;‍‌ if there was​⁠ high-level magic, she‍ studied it tirelessly.‍

She‌ was not bound⁠‌⁠ even by the​‍⁠ limits of morality⁠⁠​ or discipline.

Violating​⁠ taboos without hesitation‍ was the way‌​‍ that madwoman operated.⁠‍

To‍‌⁠ capture a 6-star​‌ confusion mage, she⁠⁠ was capable of⁠‍ coldly using even‌‍ the death of‌‍​ a subordinate who⁠‌ had served under​‌ her orders for‍ more than a decade.

If‍ she were to​ learn what had​‌‌ happened with Fina,​‍ not only would​ she not consider​⁠ it a problem,‍​ she would probably‍ sketch a smile​⁠⁠ filled with ecstasy.‍

“Besides,‌ do you think⁠⁠ she would even‍‌‌ believe your story?”⁠‍⁠

Even‌⁠‍ if she suddenly⁠⁠​ accused Dereck of‌‍⁠ being a necromancy​‌ mage, it would‍ make no sense.‍⁠

With‌​ her mana exhausted​ and cornered, even‍⁠ if the emperor’s⁠​ assassin pointed to‌‌‌ Dereck as a heinous criminal in‍ the last of⁠​ last moments, what​‍‍ importance would it‍‌ have?

With⁠​ others, something might‍‌ be attempted, but⁠⁠‌ Princess Roselin would⁠​ never trust her‌‍‌ nor forgive her.⁠‌⁠

No‌​​ confusion magic or​​ logical reasoning worked‍​​ on Roselin.

She‌ bore an anti-magic⁠⁠ engraving and was​ a daughter sunk⁠ in grief over​ the loss of⁠‍ her father.

“Huff…‍‌‍ huff…”

There‍‌ was no way‌‍‌ to persuade Dereck.​‍‍

There‌‌ was also no‌​​ way to threaten⁠‌ him.

It‌‌ was a dead⁠‌⁠ end.

***⁠‍

A night brightly illuminated⁠​⁠ by moonlight.

Aiselin,‍‍ who was staying‌ as a guest​⁠​ at Count Renuel’s‌ house, was seated‍⁠‍ in a corner⁠⁠ of the garden,​‍ gazing at the‌ night sky.

Although‌ that place was‌ quite far from⁠ the Duchy of‍‌‌ Duplain, her heart‍‌​ still pointed in​‌ that direction.

‘Now‍ that I think‍‌ about it, the⁠‍ inspection itinerary must‍ already be coming‌‍ to an end.‍⁠⁠ I’m sure Sir⁠‍⁠ Dereck has handled‍​‌ it well on⁠⁠⁠ his own, but‍‌‍ even so, I can’t help but​‍ worry…’

As‍ time passed alone‍⁠⁠ in that quiet​⁠ and peaceful place,⁠ Aiselin raised her‍ gaze toward the‍‍‌ moon and, suddenly,​​ carefully clasped her⁠ hands to pray.⁠⁠

‘Please,‌​‌ let the Ravenclaw​ Academy be inaugurated‍ without any accidents‌​ occurring.’

For‌‌ the past three‌‍ days, inside Kohella’s‍⁠ barrier that had‌ blocked all contact​‍‍ with the outside,‍ no one knew⁠​ what had happened.‌‌

And‍⁠ Aiselin, who was‍‍⁠ even outside Count⁠‍ Renuel’s territory, had‌​ no way of‌ finding out.

The​ only thing she​ could do was⁠ pray that the‍ efforts made so‍​​ far would finally​‌‍ bear fruit, while‌⁠‍ the stars embedded⁠ in the sky‍ like grains of‍ salt reflected in​‍‌ her eyes.

There⁠⁠ is no eternal​‍ night.

Sooner‍​‍ or later, it‌‍​ always comes to‌ an end.

In‌‍‍ the forest within‌‍ the grounds of‍‌⁠ the Ravenclaw Academy.‍​⁠

When‌ Kohella arrived at‌​​ the place, Dereck​‌ was shaking his​‍ sword in front‍​‌ of the blood-soaked‍‍ young woman.

With‌​ his reddish eyes‍ half-lidded, Dereck turned⁠⁠ his gaze back.‍‍‍

Upon⁠‌ seeing that scene,​‌ Kohella silently closed‌​ her mouth.

The​ image of Dereck,‌‍ holding the young‍‌‌ woman under the‌⁠ moonlight, was engraved‌⁠ in the eyes​ of the imperial‍‌⁠ guards.

All‌‌ those present at⁠‌ that place were‍ witnesses.

He​⁠⁠ had run back⁠ and forth to⁠⁠​ save the nobles‍‍ there, even willing​⁠ to use the⁠ Book of Longing.‌‍

And‍‌ even when his‌​ own life was​‌ in danger, he⁠ had placed himself⁠ on the front‍‌ line and personally‌‌ captured the emperor’s⁠ assassin, a 6-star⁠‍‌ criminal.

Along⁠​​ the way, he⁠​‍ had also avenged‍‍⁠ Princess Roselin’s resentment.⁠‌‌

And⁠‍ Princess Roselin was‍ one of the⁠​‌ strongest candidates to‍​‌ become the next⁠​ empress.

However,⁠​​ she did not⁠‍ have a single​​‍ truly reliable noble​‍‌ under her command.‌⁠

That‍‌‌ was because she⁠ did not place‌ much faith in​‌ the current bureaucratic⁠​ nobility.

‘…’‍‍

Kohella⁠⁠ understood it by⁠‍ instinct.

The‌⁠ internal and external⁠‍⁠ circumstances fit together‌ perfectly.

‘It‍ won’t be long‌ before we meet‌​ again at the⁠‍‌ Gremport Palace.’

The‌‌‍ moment what had⁠​ happened here began​‍​ to spread, the⁠‍‌ internal political situation⁠​⁠ would fall into‍‌ chaos.

And‍ in the midst‌ of a scenario​‌ where the emperor​ had been assassinated,⁠ if someone emerged‍ as a new‍​ figure within the‌ central nobility—

That‌⁠‌ person was already⁠​ decided.

Dereck​​ sheathed his sword​ once more and,‌⁠ upon looking at⁠ Kohella, nodded silently.‌‌

It‍‍​ was a signal⁠ for her to‌‍‍ confirm the scene.‌

If‌‍ the merit of⁠⁠​ what had occurred‌ were to be‌⁠ evaluated, it was​⁠ an achievement worthy,​‌‌ at the very‍ least, of a viscount’s title or⁠ even one equivalent‍ to that of‌ a count.

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