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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 193: Talent and Its Value (1)

Chapter 193: Talent and Its Value (1)

Once​‍ the situation had‍⁠⁠ calmed down, the⁠ first thing Kohella​‍ did was use‌ her own magic​‌⁠ and the captured⁠⁠ confusion mage to‍​⁠ keep Linus alive,​‌​ at least for​‌‌ the time being,⁠ as he was⁠ in critical condition.​

The‍ curse imbued in​⁠​ the Book of​ Longing could be‍ neutralized simply by​‍⁠ erasing that memory.​⁠

Manipulating⁠ the memories of⁠​ hundreds of people‌‍ at once required‍​ an enormous amount​ of mana, but​‌‍ with a mage​ barely above the‌⁠‌ initial level of‌ one star, it‌‍​ took very little‍ effort.

Only‌ a six-star mage​‍ can subdue another⁠‍‌ six-star mage.

The⁠ young woman, completely‍ dominated by Kohella,​⁠ had no choice‌ but to suppress​⁠⁠ the curse of‌ the Book of⁠‌​ Longing with her‌⁠ help before her⁠ mana ran out⁠ and she died.​‌

Negotiating​⁠ with a mage‍ cornered to that‍ extent was not⁠‌‌ particularly difficult.

When⁠​⁠ Dereck calmed the​‍​ nobles in the​ main hall and⁠⁠⁠ returned to the⁠​ imperial quarters, the​⁠ situation was already⁠‍ practically resolved.

Linus,​‍ covered in blood​ and completely unconscious,‌ was being rapidly​ treated by the⁠ medical staff, who​ were working desperately‌‍ to stop the‍‌‍ bleeding, and Princess‍​ Roselin, exhausted to‌​⁠ the limit, had‌​⁠ fallen into a deep sleep.

The‍‌‍ grounds of Ravenclaw​ Academy were still⁠⁠‍ wrapped in night,‍​ and dawn was‌‌⁠ still a long‌​ way off.

“We‌​ have a lot‍ to talk about,​⁠ don’t you think?”‌​‍

The‌‌ figure of the⁠ mage, bound to⁠ a chair with​‌ her hands restrained⁠⁠⁠ behind her back,‌‌ was different from⁠ before.

The​⁠​ one who had⁠​ taken on Aiselin’s‍​​ appearance to infiltrate⁠‍​ the main hall​⁠​ had completely exhausted‍⁠ her mana and​​ had returned to‌ her original form.‌

Her​‍​ wavy hair, without⁠‍‌ any defined pattern,‌‌ fell to her​​​ waist, and her​ flared skirt, soaked‌‌ in blood, was‍‌⁠ covered in dust‍‌⁠ and dirt.

She‌​ was not young,‍⁠ but not elderly‍‌​ either—a woman whose​​ appearance suggested a settled maturity.

Kohella,​‌⁠ seated in front​ of her, asked​⁠ with a smile⁠‌ etched into her​‌ wrinkled eyes.

Dereck,‍‌‍ leaning against the‌⁠‌ wall in a corner, merely listened​ in silence.

“Let’s⁠⁠​ start with your‌⁠‌ name.”

“…Marilyn.”​​

“You’ll‌ have to say‌‌ it in full.”​‌‍

“I⁠​‌ don’t have a surname.”

Either‌⁠ she was a commoner without lineage,‍‍ or she was‌‌ lying.

It⁠‌ was not common⁠​ for someone capable​ of using magic‌‍ at that level‌‌‌ to have no​‌ family background at⁠​ all.

Most⁠⁠⁠ five-star mages or​‍​ higher came from‌‌ prestigious houses.

Without‍ uncrossing his arms,​ Dereck glanced sideways⁠​ at the woman​​‍ who had introduced‌‍ herself as Marilyn.‍⁠​

Most‌​‌ six-star mages were⁠​⁠ usually elderly people.​

Her‍‍‌ appearance, far too‍​ young for a mage of such‍ a high level,‌ raised the suspicion‍ that this might​ be yet another‍‍‍ illusion.

However,⁠​⁠ that was impossible.‍⁠‌

Marilyn’s‍‌‌ body was still​ marked by the⁠⁠ curse of the⁠ Book of Longing.‍

That​ spell, which constantly⁠⁠⁠ evaporated mana, could‍ not be easily​‍ dispelled even by‍ a six-star mage.‍​

Moreover,‌‍⁠ Kohella, an extremely‍‌‍ high-level transformation mage,​ was watching her‍ closely.

Under‍ those conditions, she​ could not use​ advanced magic, and⁠ it would not​‌ even be easy⁠​​ for her to‍‍ cast a one-star​ spell.

A bound six-star mage.⁠‍​

That‌⁠ image was like‌⁠⁠ seeing a gigantic‍ dragon locked behind⁠‍ bars.

That‌‍ someone of that‍ level could be​ captured or subdued⁠ was, in itself,‍‌​ almost unreal.

It‍ had only been​‍‌ possible because Kohella,‍ a mage of‍⁠‌ the same rank,‌ was there.

“As‌‌ I told you,⁠⁠⁠ if you try‍ anything stupid, I’ll⁠‌ cut your head‌ off on the‍ spot. You are‌⁠‌ the emperor’s assassin,‌⁠⁠ and even if‍ your head fell‌ right now, no⁠​ one would hold‌ anyone accountable. Isn’t⁠‍‌ that right?”

“…”‍

Marilyn⁠‌ was in an​‌ absolutely unfavorable situation.⁠​

The‌​ caution of Kohella‍⁠ and Dereck felt⁠⁠ even sharper than‍ before.

Having⁠⁠​ reached the pinnacle⁠​‌ of confusion magic‌‌ meant that, with‍ the slightest carelessness,⁠‌ she could exploit​⁠⁠ any crack to⁠​‍ execute some strange⁠‍ trick.

It​‍ was enough to⁠​ sense the faintest‍​ suspicious sign to‌ cut her throat​‍​ immediately.

No⁠ one knew how‍ far a minimal​⁠ opportunity could grow.⁠‌

A confusion mage of‌⁠ such a high‌⁠‍ level could not‍‍ earn anyone’s trust.⁠⁠⁠

For‍​⁠ Marilyn, that treatment‍⁠‍ was nothing new.⁠

“It‍‌​ seems that even‌​ with two or‌​ three straps around​​ my neck, you​ still don’t feel⁠⁠‍ at ease. Hahaha…”​‌​

Shaking​ her wavy hair,‍⁠ Marilyn bit her​​⁠ blood-stained lips.

At‌ first glance, she‍ seemed completely resigned.‌⁠​

The​‌ staff of Emperor‍ Gattrel, the “Light‌ of the Empire,”⁠‍‍ had already been‍ recovered.

When⁠ her mana ran‍‌ out, the confusion‍‌ magic hiding the​‌ staff dissipated naturally.⁠​

Ironically,‌⁠ that precious object‍​ was hanging openly‌ on her back.‍​‌

Since​ she intended to​‌ hide it with‌‍ magic, there had‌​⁠ been no need‌‌ to keep it⁠ far away.

“As⁠ I said, there⁠‍⁠ are many things⁠⁠‌ we need to‌​ talk about. If​⁠ you don’t want​ to die, start​‍ talking. Why did‍⁠ you assassinate His‍‌ Majesty the Emperor,‍⁠ and what did​ you intend to⁠ do with that⁠‌‍ staff?”

“Would⁠ you really believe​⁠‍ me if I spoke?”

“That‌​⁠ depends on what‍‍ you say. All‍‍ you have to‍‌​ do is be​ honest. If you​ don’t want to​​ die.”

Kohella’s‍ gaze turned sharp.‍‍

“These‍ are not empty‌ words, listen carefully.‌‌‍ I’m prepared to‍‍ kill you at⁠ any time. When‍ dealing with a six-star confusion mage,‍‍‌ I have no‌⁠​ intention of making‍ the imprudence of‍ giving you unnecessary‌‍‍ leeway.”

“I‍​​ see. But even‍​ if I speak​ sincerely, I doubt​ you’ll believe me.”⁠​⁠

Bound,​ Marilyn let out‍‍​ a dry laugh⁠⁠⁠ and spoke as​​ if she no‍‌ longer cared.

“What​ I wanted to‌​ use that staff‍⁠ for, why I tried to kill​⁠​ the emperor—even I don’t know.”

“…?”‍⁠‌

Kohella‌⁠‌ frowned.

Dereck,‍​ leaning against the‌‌ wall, also narrowed​‍ his eyes.

At‍⁠​ this point, trying‍‍‍ to deflect the‍⁠ conversation with such​‌​ empty words made⁠‍​ no sense at⁠ all.

Even‍​⁠ so, Marilyn formed‍⁠⁠ a bitter smile​​​ and continued.

“From‍ the beginning, I’ve​ only been moving‌‍​ under orders.”

“Orders?”‌

Dereck​ let out an​ incredulous laugh.

It​‍‍ was a story‌‍‌ far too absurd‌ to believe.

An‍⁠‌ individual who manipulates‌ human cognition and‍⁠‌ freely adjusts even‌‌ the memories of​ hundreds of people—someone​‌ with such an‍​⁠ absurd capability.

For⁠‍‌ someone like that‍‍ to claim, “I​⁠ didn’t know anything,​ I was just​ following orders”—who in‌‌ the world would⁠‍ believe it?

Both‍ Dereck and Kohella‌​​ showed mocking smiles.​​⁠

Seeing‌ their reaction, Marilyn⁠‌ also smiled, as⁠ if that was⁠‍​ exactly what she‍⁠⁠ had expected.

“Marilyn.​‌‍ Do you really⁠ expect me to‍​ believe that now?​​⁠ Listen carefully.”

At‌‌ that moment, Kohella’s​‌ gaze, which had⁠‌‌ always pretended to‌ be gentle and⁠ benevolent, became even​⁠ sharper.

“If​​⁠ you say something​⁠ I cannot accept⁠‍⁠ again, I’ll cut​​ off an arm.⁠‌‍ Then the other‌‍ one, and after‍⁠‌ that, your legs.”​⁠

“…”‍⁠

“So‍‌‍ you can disappoint​​​ me up to‌‍​ four times. Of⁠ course, that’s if‍ you want to‌‍ keep your limbs.”⁠​

It‌​⁠ was clear by⁠⁠ pure instinct.

Kohella’s​​ words were not​ a bluff.

Kohella‍ had lived obsessed​‍ with finding and‌‍ studying six-star mages.​‌

From⁠‌ her point of⁠‍‍ view, she would​​ not want to‍‌‍ kill Marilyn outright.‍​​

But​‌ mutilating her was‍⁠⁠ a completely different​ matter.

Turning‍⁠‍ her into something‍‌ worse than death‌ was not difficult‍‍⁠ at all.

There​‌‌ was no need‌​ even to raise‌​‌ her voice to⁠‍⁠ apply pressure.

Kohella⁠ was serious, and​​ at least everyone‍ present understood that.⁠⁠

“Did⁠ you really think‍‍ I would accept⁠‍​ something like ‘I‍​ received orders’? A mage who adjusts‌‌ memories and cognition‍‌‌ moving according to‍⁠⁠ others’ orders?”

“Because…‍‍​ it’s engraved into‍ my instinct. I still… haven’t managed‌⁠​ to completely free‍‍ myself from that​‌​ yoke.”

“…”​‍

“From‌ the outset, it’s​ already strange… don’t​⁠‌ you think? Aren’t‌‍ you curious how​ someone like me,​​​ without a proper⁠ affiliated family, managed‍​​ to reach the​⁠ six-star level? Those⁠​⁠ who reach this​‌ degree usually leave‌‌‍ a mark on⁠‌​ history in one⁠ way or another.”⁠

Without‍⁠ showing the slightest‌ intimidation, Marilyn endured​ the excruciating pain‌​⁠ radiating from the​ cursed seal and‍​ spoke to Kohella.‍

“A⁠‍⁠ six-star mage who​‌ appears out of‍‌​ nowhere, without omens​ or traces of‌ a life… it’s​ strange, isn’t it?‌‌‌ Kohella, and you​ too, Dereck… it‌‌‍ seems you want‌⁠ to know, so‌‍‌ I’ll tell you.​ From the beginning,⁠ I’m not even⁠ something that can⁠⁠‌ be called human.”‍‍‌

Marilyn⁠​‌ wiped her bloodied‍‌‍ lips and spoke‌ with a bitter​ smile.

Too​​ many emotions were​⁠ mixed into her⁠​ expression, as if​ she were mocking⁠‍ her own existence.‍‍​

“I​​‍ am an existence‌⁠ summoned through this‌‌⁠ body.”

At​ those words, the‌​ pupils of Kohella‍‌‌ and Dereck trembled⁠⁠ at the same‌‍ time.

Combat,‌ confusion, transformation, summoning,‌ detection, and necromancy.‍‌

Those​​ who stood at‌ the pinnacle of​​ each of those‍⁠ fields were called‌⁠⁠ six-star mages.

Some‍​ revealed themselves to‌ the world; others‍ lived hidden forever​ behind the veil.‌

In⁠ the current era,​‍‌ the stars who​ had reached the​ summit of each​ discipline—Melverot, Marilyn, Kohella,​ Drest, Fina—just thinking‍⁠⁠ of the weight​ carried by each⁠​‍ of those names‌‌⁠ made it unnecessary​ to explain the⁠⁠​ authority they held⁠‍⁠ in the world‍ of magic.

However,‍‍ there was a single field that‍‌‌ remained empty, as​‍‍ if its pinnacle⁠ had no known‍​​ occupant.

‘…’‍

Dereck‍ tightly clasped his‍⁠ crossed arms and‌‍​ lowered his head.​

He​ had already faced‍ a five-star summoning​‍ mage.

Even‌ while being pushed‌ to the brink‍​‍ of death by‌ Fina, that monster⁠​ had moved a giant of fire‍‍⁠ and unleashed mana​⁠⁠ capable of covering‌⁠‍ an entire territory.‍⁠‍

She‌ controlled hundreds—thousands—of summons,‌ as if commanding‌‌⁠ an army all​‌ by herself.

If⁠‌ a mage barely‍‌ at the beginning‍‍ of the fifth⁠​⁠ level could reach‍​‌ such a scale,‌‍‌ what kind of⁠ summons would a summoning mage who​​‍ had reached the​ six-star level wield?⁠

It‌‍‌ was something he‌‌ could not even​⁠ clearly imagine.

Even‍ the summoning magic‌ of Grand Duke⁠⁠ Beltus already seemed‌ to brush against‍​ an impossible limit.‌

But​​‌ now, he felt​⁠ that he was‌ finally seeing a fragment of that‍‌ truth.

Marilyn.​

A strangely familiar name.​

Where‌⁠ had he heard‌‍‍ it before?

“Marilyn.”‌‌‌

Kohella​⁠‍ repeated the name⁠​ softly.

Marilyn‌ turned her head,⁠‍ but Kohella did‌‍‍ not even meet‌‍​ her gaze.

She‌‌ was not calling‌ her; she was⁠ simply savoring the‌ name.

“It‌​ is the name​‌ of the disciple‍‌​ of the sixth‌⁠⁠ winged angel, Rohelm,‍‌‍ who appears in‌‍ the scriptures of​‍‍ the Holy Cult⁠‍ of Rohest on⁠ the continent. The⁠‍​ prophetess Marilyn… did⁠‍ you take it‌‌⁠ from there?”

“…”⁠‍⁠

The‌​ bleeding woman smiled.‍​

“Why…‌ do you think‌ I borrowed it?”‍

The​ scriptures of the⁠‌⁠ Holy Cult of​‍ Rohest were texts‍⁠⁠ that had undergone‌​‍ countless revisions and⁠‍ reinterpretations during the‍​ process of compilation⁠‍⁠ by the orthodox⁠‍‌ historian, Alon. Even​ the ancient angels‌⁠ under the chief​‍ god Rohest were​⁠‌ figures deeply tinted⁠ by historical interpretation—closer⁠ to products of‍ creation than to‌ factual reality.

For​⁠⁠ that reason, the‍​ actual existence of‌ a disciple of⁠ that angel was‍‌ impossible.

She​ was nothing more‌ than an idolized⁠‌ figure, etched into⁠ the minds of​​ countless believers over‌⁠⁠ the centuries.

A phantom existence whose‍​​ reality no one⁠‍‌ could confirm.

However,‍‌‍ a summoning mage‌ who had reached‌‌‌ the pinnacle did​‍ not even bother‍‍ to consider such‍‍ things.

In‍‌⁠ the dark expanse‍‍ of the grounds​‍‍ of Ravenclaw Academy,⁠​​ for a long​​ while, only a strange silence filled‌ the place.

***‌‍‍

“….”‌⁠

The⁠‍‍ emperor was assassinated‌‌ at Ravenclaw Academy.‌

It⁠⁠ took only half‍⁠ a day for⁠ that shocking news‌‍ to spread to​‍ Ebelstein.

And⁠​‍ it would probably‌‍⁠ take only a few days for‍‌‍ it to spread‍​​ across the entire‌ continent.

It​⁠ was an event‍​‍ of such magnitude‍ that it was‌ only natural for‍‍ Aiselin to head⁠ toward Ravenclaw Academy‌ early in the‍‍‌ morning.

When⁠‍ Aiselin arrived at‍⁠⁠ the grounds of‍ Ravenclaw Academy, the⁠‌ place was still‍‍ steeped in chaos.​

It⁠‍ was said that​‌‍ the incident within​‌ the grounds had⁠ already been resolved​‍ to some extent‌‌ and that the⁠​ culprit had even⁠‍ been captured, but‍⁠⁠ the first thing‌‌​ that caught Aiselin’s​ eye were the‍⁠‌ buildings destroyed everywhere.⁠⁠⁠

‘…Buildings‍ that we raised‍​⁠ over months with⁠‌ the sweat and⁠‍⁠ blood of so​‍‌ many workers…!’

The‍⁠​ dormitory building had​ blood all over⁠⁠‌ its entrance, and​‌⁠ the interior was⁠‍‌ a wreck from⁠ the violent turmoil⁠⁠‌ that had occurred.⁠‍

As‍ she gazed upon‍ a scene that⁠‍ looked like a battlefield, Aiselin felt⁠ her eyes grow‌⁠ moist.

‘Even⁠⁠ so… it’s a relief that everyone​ else seems to​ be safe…’

Just‍​ as Aiselin composed​‌‍ herself and stepped​ forward with determination‍⁠ into the grounds—​‌

“…!”⁠‍

“Hh…!⁠ Ah, no… that’s‍⁠⁠ not it…”

“¿…?”‌‍​

The​‍​ soldiers who crossed⁠​ paths with Aiselin‌⁠ visibly flinched upon⁠ seeing her.

After‍‌ recognizing her face,‌​ they immediately adopted‍ an alert posture,​⁠‍ but upon observing⁠ her reaction, they‍⁠‍ relaxed again.

‘I-it’s⁠ strange… why… does‌‌​ everyone seem to‌ be on guard‍‍ around me…?’

Aiselin⁠‍ still did not‌‍ know that a confusion mage had​​ impersonated her identity.‍

Not⁠ even a day‍⁠⁠ had passed since​ Kohella’s barrier spell​ had broken.

Even‌ so, seeing how‍ everyone nervously swallowed‌ every time she​‌ passed by, Aiselin‍‌ could not help‌ but feel that‌​⁠ she was being‌ subtly kept at​‍ a distance.

“…Sir​​ Delbriton. I… did​​​ I do something‌⁠‌ wrong…? Or could⁠ it be that…‌⁠⁠ everyone is disappointed​​ because, right before​ such an important⁠⁠‌ imperial inspection, I left home… showing‍⁠ such an irresponsible⁠​ attitude…?”

After​⁠‌ finally reaching the‍ Main Pavilion and‍ meeting the head‌ butler Delbriton, Aiselin⁠‍ spoke in a dejected tone.

As‌‌ Delbriton organized in​ his mind how​ to explain the‍⁠ entire situation to⁠​‍ her, Dereck, who‌ had already finished​‌ the initial interrogation‍‍ together with Kohella,‌ stepped out toward‌⁠‌ the Main Pavilion.​‍

“Ah…​‍ Dereck…! I’m here…!‍ I heard what‌‌ happened…!”

“Hh…!”‍‌

After⁠ so long without⁠‌ seeing him, Aiselin‍‌​ hurried over, happy⁠ to see Dereck.‍

When‍‍⁠ she suddenly appeared​⁠ right in front​ of him, the‌‍‍ hem of her⁠ dress swaying, Dereck—his‍‍‌ senses still on​​‌ edge—flinched and tightly‌‍‌ gripped the hilt⁠ of his sword.‍

“…Sir⁠ Dereck?”

“Ah…‌⁠ A-Aiselin, miss.”

“E-even‌ you too, Dereck…?”‌‌

Seeing‌ Dereck clearly adopt‌ a defensive stance,‍‍ as if a mortal enemy had​⁠⁠ suddenly appeared before‌​ him, Aiselin’s eyes⁠ filled with tears⁠‍ once more.

She​​​ seemed to think‌⁠⁠ that she had​ disappointed everyone by‌​‌ leaving to enjoy‌‍‌ herself peacefully at‌​ another family residence​‍ at such a critical moment.

“N-no…‌ this… I’m sorry.‍‌‍ I was too​ agitated last night…”‌‌‍

It⁠ was not common‌‍ for Dereck to‍‍⁠ apologize so immediately​‌ and so frankly.​​

But⁠​ from his point‍⁠ of view, reacting​ that way was​ unavoidable.

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