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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 194: Talent and Its Value (2)

Chapter 194: Talent and Its Value (2)

Chirp!‍ Chirp! Chirp!

“…”‍‍⁠

When‌‌ Linus opened his⁠ eyes, the cool‍‍⁠ morning air already‌ filled the room.‌‌​

Inside​⁠ Ravenclaw Academy, everything​‌​ was in chaos​⁠ as the aftermath‍‌ of the incident‍‍⁠ was being handled,‌​​ but the room‌ in which Linus​‍⁠ had awakened was‌‌​ wrapped in absolute​ silence.

Bandages⁠‍ covered his body‌⁠ everywhere, accompanied by‍‌ a sharp pain​ that surged up⁠‌ all at once.​‌⁠

Linus⁠ let out a groan and, at‍‍​ the same time,‍‌‍ a bitter laugh.⁠

“So…​‍ it’s already morning.”‌

He⁠‍⁠ gathered his greasy‍‌ red hair into⁠‍ a low ponytail,​ ran a hand​‌‍ over his face,​‍‍ and over his​‌​ bandage-covered body put‍​ on a clean⁠ robe and a leather vest.

On​ the dresser he‍⁠ saw a full‌ bottle of wine.‍⁠⁠

From‍ the color and​ the aroma, it​‌⁠ was wine from⁠ the mountains of​ Rodelen, a specialty​⁠‌ of the Ravenclaw​‌ territory.

There​​ was no need⁠​⁠ to think too‍​⁠ much to know​‌ who had left​‌‍ it there.

They‌ knew perfectly well​​ that, upon waking‍ up, the first⁠‍‍ thing he would‌⁠​ look for was‍⁠ alcohol.

All⁠​‌ things considered, it⁠‍ was surprisingly considerate⁠‌ of them.

Linus‍​‌ shook out the⁠ hem of his‍‌​ pants, took several‌ long gulps straight​‌‍ from the bottle,​‍ and staggered out‍ into the hallway.‍

As⁠⁠​ he passed through‍‌ the morning sunlight,​‌ he could see​⁠‌ soldiers everywhere, busy⁠ organizing the scene.‌

Since​⁠ he had no⁠‌ desire to get‌​‍ caught up in​⁠ the commotion, he​⁠ pursed his lips,​ scratched the back⁠⁠‍ of his neck‍ hard, and took‌‌ the opposite path.‌‍‌

That‍​‌ was when he‌​⁠ ran into a familiar face.

“Brother‍ Linus?”

“…Oh,⁠⁠⁠ Ellen.”

“D-don’t​⁠⁠ tell me that‌ in that situation…‌⁠ you were sleeping‌​‌ until now? After​ all that disaster…?”‍​‍

Ellen⁠ opened her eyes⁠‌ wide in astonishment.⁠‍⁠

Linus‍‍⁠ let out a carefree laugh and‍‍​ shook the wine‌​‍ bottle, making it⁠⁠⁠ clink.

Her​​‌ face looked visibly​⁠​ tired, as if⁠‌​ she had stayed⁠‌ awake all night.⁠⁠

That‌ was only natural,⁠ given the circumstances.‌‍‌

“Who‍‌​ can beat alcohol?⁠ It seems the​ grapes from Dereck’s⁠‌ territory are of‍‍‍ tremendous quality. Just‍⁠ imagine, knocking out​⁠‌ the great Linus‍ with a single⁠‌ bottle.”

“…”⁠‍

Facing‌⁠​ Ellen’s incredulous stare,‌​⁠ Linus gave her‌ a few light​ pats on the​‍ shoulder.

He⁠‌ had no intention​​ of detailing what​‍ had happened the⁠⁠⁠ previous night or‍​‌ embellishing his own​‍ achievements.

He​ always lived walking⁠‍‍ a tightrope, betting⁠ his life at‍‌ gambling tables.

He​⁠​ fell asleep drunk⁠ on good wine‍‌ and, when he‍ saw the sun‌ rise the next​​ day, smiled, thinking‍⁠‌ that he had⁠‍ survived one more​ day.

What‌⁠ happened the night‌‌ before stayed buried​ in the night​‌⁠ before.

There​ was a time​‌ when he lived‍‍⁠ as the proud‌⁠ heir of a powerful family, chin‍⁠‍ held high.

Now,‌ on the other‍ hand, his life‌ was nothing more⁠‌ than that of​‍ a drifting vessel,‌ letting itself be​ carried by the‌ current.

It⁠​ seemed that Ellen​⁠‍ still had not‌ learned about the⁠⁠ bloody battle of​​⁠ the previous night.‍⁠​

The⁠‌ sun had just‍‍ risen and the⁠ situation was still⁠​⁠ chaotic, so it‌ was understandable.

When‍ she spoke at​⁠‍ length with Dereck,​ she would undoubtedly‍ end up scolding‍ Linus with a mixture of anger​‍‍ and concern for‌‍ having gambled with​‍‌ his life as‍‍ if it were​​​ just another bet.‌

It‌​‍ would not be​​⁠ strange if one‍​ day he were⁠‌‌ found dead in‌ some alley.

Even⁠‍ if she acknowledged⁠ his merits, to‌‍ Ellen he was​ still a constant⁠ source of anxiety.​⁠

Having‌ someone in the‍ family who always‌​ lives on the‍​‌ edge of the‌‌​ abyss means carrying‍ that worry forever.⁠​

That‌⁠‍ was why Linus‍ simply brought the⁠‍‍ bottle to his⁠‍ lips and continued⁠‌ toward the exit,‍ swaying.

“From​⁠⁠ what I can⁠ see, everything’s already‍‍⁠ settled and the​⁠ barrier broke too…‌⁠ So I’ll head‌⁠‍ back to Ebelstein.⁠⁠​ They say that​ tonight that guy‍​ Lapen is setting​‍‌ up a pretty⁠‍​ good gambling table.”‌

“…”‌‍⁠

“If⁠ I win big,‍‍ maybe I’ll buy​ some whisky from‍​ the Rublen mountains⁠‍‌ and go visit⁠⁠‌ our father. It’s⁠⁠‍ expensive, but I’m‌ sure you’d like​​​ it too.”

“I⁠ don’t drink alcohol,‍‍‍ brother.”

“Ah,⁠‍‍ right. Well, living‌ such a boring⁠ life gets you‍‍⁠ nothing. Nothing at‍⁠ all, really.”

Ellen⁠​‍ looked at him​‌‌ as if she​​ couldn’t believe that,‍‌ after everything that‌‍ had happened, he‌‌ was thinking about‍‍ gambling again.

That‌ expression was not⁠⁠ one she showed​​ when dealing with‍​‍ nobles using her‍‍‍ social mask, and‍‌​ precisely because of‌ that, Linus laughed‌ even more when⁠‌ he saw her⁠ so exasperated.

That⁠ uprightness was, in⁠‍‌ the end, what​‍‌ had carried Ellen​ to the top.‌‌

Linus‌‍ let out a low laugh and​ walked past her,⁠ who stood with‌ her hands on‍ her hips and‌ her brow furrowed,‌‍ heading outside.

Before‍ going down the‌​‍ stairs, he stopped‌ and left her​ with a few⁠​‌ words.

“They​‍‍ say that in⁠⁠‌ Ebelstein, a good⁠ magic teacher is⁠ as rare as​ a perfect jewel,⁠ without a single‍‌ impurity.”

“…”​‍​

“Your⁠ teacher is good.‌⁠⁠ Don’t let him​‍‌ slip away, hold​‍‌ on to him‍‌⁠ tightly.”

It‌‍​ wasn’t that Linus‍ lived an exemplary‍‌‍ life fit for⁠‌⁠ giving advice, but⁠⁠⁠ even so, he‌​ left that remark‍‌‍ behind before leaving​‌‌ the residence.

“That…⁠ you don’t need‌⁠ to tell me‍‍ that.”

“Good.‌ Then, until next‍‍ time.”

Perhaps,​​ once everything settled‌​ down, his achievements‍‍ would be recognized‌‍​ and he would⁠ receive a reward.​‌

Perhaps​ he would even⁠ earn the respect​​‍ of many.

But,‍⁠​ as always, the‍‌⁠ man left all​⁠⁠ of that behind⁠⁠ and followed his⁠⁠ own path.

The​‌ sun was already‍ climbing high in‍ the sky. The⁠⁠‍ warmth of the‌‍‍ light, so gentle⁠⁠‍ that it erased⁠⁠ any memory of⁠‌ the night before,‌ the fresh air,‍ and the untended‌ paths filled with‍‍⁠ overgrown grass.

Wearing⁠‍‍ a worn robe,‌⁠⁠ frayed leather pants,‌‌ greasy red hair​ tied back, and​​⁠ a coarse beard‌​‍ growing unchecked, Linus​‌⁠ took another swig‍ of his Rodelen⁠ wine and let‌​​ out a satisfied​‍⁠ sigh.

The⁠‍‌ promising heir of⁠ the Belmierd family,⁠⁠ or a mere‌ ruffian rubbing shoulders‌ with vagabonds in⁠‌ alleyways while gambling​​‌ money.

It⁠‍ didn’t matter who‍‌ you were—with a good bottle of‍‍ wine in hand‍‌ and the open‌​ sky before your⁠‍⁠ eyes, anyone would‍‍​ end up saying​⁠​ the same thing.​⁠

“It’s‌ an incredible life.”‍

That‍‍ was, to him,​⁠ life.

***​

The‌⁠ disposition regarding the‌ confusion mage Marilyn⁠‌‌ would be formally‍‍‌ debated at Gremport‌​ Palace.

Considering⁠‍ the severity of‌​‍ her crimes, it‌ was impossible for‌⁠⁠ her to avoid​ the maximum penalty.⁠

However,​⁠ if she truly​ was an existence​ invoked by a 6-star summoning mage,‌‍‌ it could not​‍‍ be ruled out‌‍‍ that there was⁠ something more hidden‍‍ behind it.

To‌ grasp that trail,‌ a far more‍‌ exhaustive interrogation was​​⁠ necessary.

For​ that reason, the​​‌ trial for the​​‍ murder of the‌ emperor had to​‌ be postponed.

Slap!‍

“…”​

However,⁠‍‍ the first thing​ Princess Roselin did‍​ upon waking was‍‍ slap Marilyn across⁠‍‍ the face.

After⁠ receiving four consecutive​‍ slaps while bound,⁠‌ Marilyn simply lowered‌⁠​ her head without⁠ uttering a single‌‌‍ word.

Roselin​ felt the urge⁠ to hurl insults‌‍ at her immediately,​ but letting herself​⁠​ be swept away‌​‌ by emotion and‌‍​ losing authority at‍​ that moment would‌‌ serve no purpose.​

Even⁠⁠ so, though her‌⁠⁠ voice was low,‍ an icy hatred⁠‍ seeped through it.​⁠

“Do‍‍⁠ not think you‌ will die comfortably.”‌​

With⁠‌⁠ those words, Roselin⁠ left the room​​​ where Marilyn was‌‌⁠ being held.

Until​⁠ they reached Gremport‍⁠⁠ Palace, she would‍ have to be‍ watched constantly to⁠⁠‍ prevent her from‌‌‌ recovering even a single shred of​ magical power.

Kohella,​⁠ who knew the‍ curse attached to‌ the Book of​‌ Longing well, would‍‌⁠ be monitoring her‌‌⁠ continuously, so there⁠‌‌ was no cause⁠‍‌ for concern on​‍ that front.

Roselin⁠ moved down the‌ corridor, wiped her‌⁠ face dry, and‍‍‍ let out a long sigh.

She‍​ felt her chest​‍‌ pounding violently and⁠⁠ her teeth grinding⁠ together.

At​​‍ that moment, all​‍ she wanted was‌ to send the‌‌​ mage called Marilyn‍ straight to the‍ executioner’s block.

Even‌ so, after taking‍ several deep breaths‌‍‌ and gradually calming‌‌ herself, reason began‌‌​ to prevail.

“Father‌⁠ is dead. The‌‍ other members of‍‍⁠ the imperial family‍⁠‌ will not seek‍⁠‌ power. By the​‍​ time I return​ to Gremport Palace,⁠‌ the situation will​ already be almost‍ settled, and I will be the‌ strongest candidate for​ the throne.”

Gremport​ Palace had been​‌ built for the‌⁠ emperor, but those‌ who truly took⁠‌ up residence there‍ were the central‌‍ bureaucratic nobles.

Emperor‌ Gattrel knew how‍‌ to handle them,⁠ but Princess Roselin​‍ stood in open‍ opposition to them.​‌‌

Since​ her base of‌‍ support had not​ yet been firmly‍‍ established, even if‍‌‍ she seized power‌ suddenly, it would‍​ not be easy‍‌ to control the​‌​ imperial palace.

‘In⁠⁠ the current situation,‍‍ it won’t be‌​‌ easy to crush⁠‌​ either Damon’s noble‌ faction or Kohella’s‍ magical faction. At​‍‍ the very least,‌‌​ I need someone‌‍‍ who can act‌‌ as my right​‌ hand.’

Roselin⁠​‍ thought of Melverot,‌‌ who guarded the‍‌‌ north.

Among​⁠‌ the bureaucratic nobles,​ he was one⁠‍‌ of the few‍ she could trust,‌⁠‍ but he lived​‌ detached from politics,‌ limiting himself to‍ watching over the‍⁠‍ northern territory of‌⁠​ Rochester with an‍ empty gaze.

“The‌ Duchy of Rublen‍ will surely support‌ me. The border‍‌‍ count of Elvester⁠​‌ is one of⁠‍ Kohella’s people, and‌‍‌ I’ll have to​ feel out which‍​ side the Countess‌⁠‍ of Renuel, who​⁠‌ subjugated Rodents Island,​​ will take…”

Putting​‍‌ her thoughts in⁠‌ order, Roselin headed⁠ to the Main‌‌ Hall.

There,⁠‌‍ Dereck was informing​ the gathered nobles‌ and directing the​‍ organization of the‍‌‌ place.

Though‌⁠ he had spent‍‌​ the entire night​‍ pursuing Marilyn and⁠​ should have been⁠⁠‌ exhausted, he did​ not stop moving⁠ as he worked‍‌‍ to restore normalcy​ to Ravenclaw Academy.​⁠

“Baron⁠ Ravenclaw. I have‍⁠​ already heard the​ story.”

“You’ve‍‌ awakened, Princess. I apologize for all⁠ the hardship you‌⁠​ endured last night.”​‍

“No.‌ The situation was‍‌ resolved well, so⁠‍ it was an‌​ effort worth making.”‌⁠‍

Upon​ hearing Roselin’s voice,‍⁠⁠ all the officials‍ present bowed their⁠ heads and knelt.‌

Dereck⁠‌ also tried to‍ kneel, but Roselin‌ brusquely waved her‌‌​ hand to stop‌ him.

She‌‌​ wanted to speak‍ with him, and⁠​ such formality was‍​⁠ unnecessary.

For⁠⁠‍ an imperial princess​⁠‌ and leading candidate​⁠ to the throne‌ to treat a low-ranking border baron⁠‍ so openly was‍‍‍ not something common.‌⁠​

Even‌‍​ though the previous⁠‍ night had been‌​​ an emergency, the‌ situation was now‍⁠ under control, and​‌‌ there were many‌​‌ observers present.

Even‌ so, Roselin rubbed‍​‍ her tired eyes​ and spoke as⁠​⁠ if it were‍⁠ nothing special.

“We‌‌ must discuss the‌‌ future handling of⁠​ that confusion mage…​‍ huff—”

At‌‍ that moment, Roselin‍⁠ saw Aiselin bowing‌ her head behind⁠‍‍ Dereck and took​‌ a step back,‌ holding her breath.‍​⁠

“W-what…?‌‌ How is it⁠ that you…?”

“Ah,⁠ no… she is⁠⁠‌ the real Lady‌ Aiselin. No, please⁠‌‌ don’t misunderstand, Princess.”⁠‍

For‌⁠ the past three‌ days, Roselin had⁠‍‌ been engaged in‍​‍ a fierce mental⁠⁠​ battle against the‍​‌ confusion mage who‍‌⁠ had taken on​⁠ Aiselin’s appearance.

It⁠ was not strange‌​ that she would‍ be startled upon⁠​ seeing her.

“…S-sorry…”​⁠⁠

Aiselin‌​​ spoke in a weak voice, completely⁠‌ shrinking in on⁠​‌ herself.

Since‌ arriving at Ravenclaw‌ Academy, she had‍ felt as though‌‍⁠ everyone was looking​ at her with⁠‍​ suspicion.

In⁠ truth, Aiselin had‌‍⁠ done nothing wrong.⁠‍

However,⁠⁠​ seeing even Dereck‌⁠ and Princess Roselin⁠ look at her‌ with distrust, she‌ could not help​ but think that​⁠⁠ perhaps she really‍‍ had made some‌ mistake.

“I-I​‍​ really… shouldn’t have​⁠ taken a vacation…”​

“…”⁠

“I’ll⁠⁠⁠ take today as‌‌ a lesson… and⁠‌‍ I’ll work even‍​ harder… to fulfill​ my duty…”

For‌ an instant, it‌‍ seemed as though‌ a new monster‍ had been unexpectedly⁠‌ born, but it​​​ was not the‍‍⁠ time to worry‌​ about that.

“I-I​ must apologize. Last⁠ night was mentally⁠⁠ very hard on⁠⁠​ me…”

“No,‌‍‍ Princess Roselin. I-it’s⁠‍‍ understandable… you don’t‌​ have to apologize‌‌ to me…”

It‌ was not common‍​‍ to see Aiselin‍‌ so timid.

After‍‌⁠ all, she was‍​ the daughter of‌⁠⁠ Duke Duplain.

Dereck‌‍ closed his mouth,⁠ filled with mixed‍⁠ feelings.

Roselin⁠ cleared her throat⁠‍ briefly to dispel​⁠ the awkwardness, looked​‌ around, and finally‍‌‌ spoke.

“Sir​ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw.”‍​

That‌‌‍ haughty Princess Roselin‍‌⁠ even went so​ far as to‌ address Dereck with​ the addition of​‌ “sir.”

Dereck​ immediately sensed the⁠ subtle shift in​‍ the atmosphere.

The‌ same was true​ for the other⁠‍‌ nobles and servants⁠⁠ kneeling around him.‍⁠‌

And​ Roselin herself confirmed​ it when she​​ saw Dereck’s gaze⁠ turn serious.

As​ expected, he was⁠​⁠ a perceptive man.‍⁠

‘I‌‌⁠ can’t deny it.⁠‍ This man is​ valuable as a noble, as a mage, and as‍‍‍ a ruler. Fortunately,‍​ I found him​‌ before Kohella or‍⁠ Damon could reach​ out to him.’⁠

At‍​‍ first, it had‌‍ all been distrust.‌

Now​ she understood why​‌‌ the taciturn Melverot⁠⁠ had granted a title and territory​ to a magic​ teacher from the⁠ slums, and had⁠‌‌ even entrusted his⁠ daughter to him.‍

That⁠‍⁠ old wolf guarding​ the north certainly⁠‌ had a keen‍ eye for judging⁠ people.

“There⁠​ is no need‍​‍ to elaborate. You⁠​​ personally captured the⁠ culprit behind my​ father’s murder, an​​⁠ unforgivable criminal, and‍‍ furthermore you apprehended‌⁠ alive a formidable‍​‍ 6-star enemy. The‌ merits accumulated in⁠‍⁠ that process are‍​‍ considerable, so as​‍​ a candidate for‌⁠ the imperial throne,‍ I cannot leave⁠⁠ you without a reward.”

“…”‍⁠​

“That​​ said, understand that⁠​‌ given the complexity⁠​ of the current‌⁠ situation, I can‍‍ only promise it⁠ verbally.”

Roselin‌​⁠ spoke curtly, sharpening‍‌⁠ her gaze even‌​​ further.

Here,⁠ she had to​‌​ bring Dereck in.⁠⁠

The​ value of talent​ can be measured‍ in many ways,​‍⁠ but when something​ truly exceptional appears,‌⁠ one must not​‌ be stingy.

The​ safest reward is‍ a vast territory​​ and a high⁠ title.

Ideally,​ one should grant​⁠ a reward that‍ makes all the‍ nobles drool and⁠‍⁠ thereby secure an‍​​ oath of loyalty.‍​

She​⁠⁠ could not afford​ the mistake of‌⁠‍ misjudging and losing‌⁠ this valuable talent⁠​ to another faction‌‌ of Gremport Palace.‍

In‌​‍ this chaotic juncture,⁠ Roselin needed people​‌‌ loyal to her.‌‌‌

Having‍⁠ found Dereck at​​ the scene felt‌​ as though the​ heavens themselves were​ helping her.

“The‍‌⁠ political landscape will⁠‍ change, and a long period of‌ transition will arrive.‍⁠‌ In such unstable‌⁠⁠ times, people capable​ of stabilizing the⁠‌⁠ Empire’s borders are‌⁠‍ needed. At the‌‌ very least, you‌‌​ are not someone‍ who should be‌‍ limited to managing⁠‌​ vineyards in Rodelen.”‍​

“…”​

“I‌ need someone to⁠‍‍ govern the western‍ region of Adenka,⁠​ the direct territory​​‌ of Lugtel, and​‍‍ the coast of‍ Bolos. I will‌​‌ grant you the​ position of border​ count, with authority‌‍ to command the‍⁠ direct knightly order,‌​ as well as‍‌‌ the title of⁠‍ count as a territorial noble, if⁠ you so desire.”‌‍

The​ atmosphere froze upon‍⁠​ hearing those words.‍‌

A reward had been⁠‍ expected, but its‌⁠​ magnitude far exceeded⁠‌ any prediction.

It‌​‍ was a deal‌​ comparable to that​⁠ received by Countess​​ Rodelia, who had‍‌‌ subjugated Rodents Island.⁠

A territory equivalent to‌⁠ a third of⁠‌‌ the western frontier​ meant completely shaking⁠⁠ the balance of​‌‌ power in the⁠​ southwest of the⁠ Empire.

In‍​ a single day,‌ Dereck would become‌ a figure so​​ influential that even‍ Rodelia or Count⁠ Belmierd would have​⁠‌ to take him‍ into account.

Moreover,‌‌​ he was on‌⁠ the verge of​ reaching 5 stars,‍‍ so in terms‌ of magic he‍ lacked nothing.

He‌‍ was someone it​​‌ was prudent to⁠ align with as‍⁠ soon as possible.​⁠⁠

At​‍‍ the very least,​ the nobles of‌ the west had‍​ clearly changed their⁠​‌ gaze.

The‌‍ place fell silent.​​

But‍‌ that silence, laden‌‍ with voiceless screams,‍‌ was the greatest​ sign of shock.‍​

Roselin​‍‍ herself knew that⁠ her offer was‌⁠ bold, but it​ was far better​‌ than stopping halfway.‍

As‍ she had said,‍​ the moment one⁠‍ hesitates in valuing​ a talent, the⁠‌ situation can change‍‍ drastically.

With⁠ a confident expression,‌​ Roselin was about‌‍‍ to receive the‍ oath of loyalty.⁠‍

However,‍​ there was something‍ she had not‍​​ considered.

The​ most important thing‍ in bringing Dereck‍ in was not​ that.

“There‌ is no need,​​ Princess.”

At​ that instant, the⁠ atmosphere grew even⁠‌ more frigid.

It⁠ was a cold​​​ that, in sensation,⁠ surpassed even the⁠ snows of the‌‍ Rochester territory.

Some​​ nobles opened their‍ eyes wide in‌‍⁠ disbelief.

Something​‌ unthinkable was happening‍​ before them.

“It⁠​ is a reward‌⁠ far too great‌‍​ for me.”

Dereck—rejected‍‌ Princess Roselin’s offer.⁠​‌

Even​ after proposing such​​ conditions, she had‍ failed to draw​ him in.

How‍​‌ could that be​⁠‍ possible?

An⁠⁠‌ absolute silence, as​⁠ if time itself⁠‌‍ had stopped, enveloped‍‌​ the place.

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