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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 196: Omen (1)

Chapter 196: Omen (1)

Clop,⁠⁠⁠ clop.

Along‍‍ the southeastern road‍ of the continent,⁠ a young messenger‌‍ rode with urgency.‌‍

Confident​​​ in his skill‌ at handling a horse, the youth​⁠‍ surged forward like‌​ the wind and‍⁠‍ was already about​ to reach the‍‌ territory of Tigris,​⁠ the outermost area‍​‍ of the County​ of Elvester.

The⁠ young and capable⁠⁠‌ Baron of Tigris​‍‌ was a solid‌⁠ man—he protected that⁠ mountainous border region,‍ administered small settlements‍​ that could barely‌ be called villages,‌⁠ and maintained order​‌ by hunting the​ monster races that⁠⁠‍ appeared in the‌ area.

It‍​ was a place‍ so remote that‌ news rarely arrived,⁠ but at the​‍ very least, the‍‌‌ information that messenger​‍ now carried had​ to be spread⁠⁠​ to every corner‍ of the continent.‍

The​⁠ news that Emperor‌​ Gattrel had been⁠‍​ assassinated.

With​‌⁠ that revelation—shocking like‍ a bolt of‍⁠‍ lightning from the​⁠ sky and capable‌ of shaking the‌​‍ entire Empire—the messenger‍‍ pressed on without‌⁠​ stopping, pushing through⁠ the darkness of‍ the forest, driven‌⁠ by his sense​​​ of duty.

However,‍ when he finally​⁠ arrived at the‌‌ mansion of the‍​​ Baron of Tigris,​‍⁠ he could not⁠​‍ help but open​⁠‍ his eyes in​‌ astonishment.

From⁠‌ the settlements outside​⁠ the castle, a gloomy atmosphere already​⁠ hung in the​​ air, though at⁠⁠‍ first he thought⁠​ it was simply​‌​ due to the⁠⁠ late hour.

But⁠ the closer he‍ drew to the​‌ mansion, an icy​ sensation, impossible to​​ describe in words,‍⁠​ began to crawl​‌‌ through his body.⁠

And‌‍​ when he crossed‌‍ the boundary of‍​‌ the grounds, the‌​‍ blood-soaked landscape that​ greeted him left‍‌​ him frozen in‍ place.

‘W-what​​ is this…? W-was‍⁠ the mansion of‌ the Baron of​ Tigris attacked…?’

The‌​ territory of the‍ Baron of Tigris⁠ regularly sent reports⁠ to the County‌ of Elvester.

As⁠‍ long as they‌⁠‍ dealt with the‍⁠ occasional monsters and‍⁠⁠ submitted the quarterly‌‌ taxes, no one‌​‍ felt the need‍‌‍ to come and⁠​​ check in person.‌‍​

It‍ was a region‍ too remote, and‍​ moreover, the Baron​‌⁠ of Tigris himself​ was a man​​‌ worthy of trust.​‍‌

‘H-how‍‍‌ can everything inside​⁠⁠ be so devastated…‌ and yet nothing‍‌⁠ leaked to the​‌ outside…?’

A profound sense of‌​ incongruity overwhelmed him.​⁠

Someone‍​​ had used artificial‌ means to prevent⁠​ the internal chaos‍‍ from spilling outward.⁠​

In‍‍​ a rural area⁠‌ composed of small‍‍⁠ settlements, it was‌ not impossible if⁠ a powerful figure‍ intervened.

Even​ so, there were⁠​‌ limits to concealing⁠ something like this.‍⁠​

He‍ did not know⁠​ how much time​ had passed since​‌​ the massacre, but⁠​ soon the County⁠​‌ of Elvester would‌​ discover it.

Just⁠‌​ as the messenger​‌ decided to abandon‍‌ delivering the message‌ and immediately turn​‌ his horse—

Thunk.​‍

A black-crimson spine pierced‍⁠ his chest.

He​‍​ could not even‌‌ scream.

With‌⁠‌ bulging eyes, he‍ managed only to⁠‍⁠ let out a strangled sound as‌ his body collapsed.​​​

“Well,‌ coming from so​​​ far away must⁠‌‍ have been exhausting.⁠‍‌ Thank you.”

He‍ had not sensed‌‌‌ any presence.

Already⁠ sitting behind the⁠‍ saddle, calmly flipping‌ through the letter‍​ the messenger carried,‍ was a girl‌ of small build.⁠‍‌

“Working‌​ as a messenger​ traveling long distances‌ can’t be easy.⁠‍ Cold, exhaustion, hunger,‍ and on top⁠​‍ of that, running‍ into beasts or‌⁠⁠ monster races that‍ can kill you‌‌ at any moment.‍‍ I suppose the‍​ pay makes up‍​​ for it.”

The‍‌‍ messenger, emitting muffled⁠ sounds, slumped against⁠‍​ the horse’s neck.‌

The​ girl, her pale⁠​‌ lilac hair gently‌⁠‍ swaying, watched him⁠ with half-lidded eyes,​​ completely indifferent to⁠⁠⁠ the life fading​ before her.

As​​​ she read the​⁠​ letter, it was⁠‌⁠ filled with details⁠⁠‍ about the assassination​ of Emperor Gattrel‍​​ at the Ravenclaw⁠ Academy.

It‌​⁠ mentioned that the⁠‌ culprit was a 6-star confusion-type mage,⁠‌ that the Baron‍ of Ravenclaw had‍‌​ led her capture,⁠‍ and that, in‍ recognition, he would‌‌ receive both the⁠‌ title of margrave‌⁠ and that of⁠ count.

With‍ direct backing from‌ Melverot of the⁠​‌ north and Kohella​‌ from the Palace‌ of Gremport, once​‍ the weather grew⁠⁠ warmer, Dereck Lydorf‌ would reach a position to which‌ no one in​​‌ the surrounding lands⁠ could aspire.

There⁠‍​ were very few⁠⁠ 6-star mages on⁠ the continent.

And‌​ Melverot, Kohella, and⁠​ Drest were protecting​ him.

At‌ that, Fina let‌‍⁠ out a mocking‍⁠ laugh.

“The​ central nobles will⁠⁠ stir up a fuss again. For‍‍ someone like me,⁠‍ hidden away in​​​ a rural corner,⁠ it’s almost like‌​‍ a smokescreen—though I don’t think it‌⁠ will last very​ long.”

It‍ seemed the County‍‍‌ of Elvester was‌ already beginning to​‌ notice that something⁠​ was wrong.

Although‍​ the distance was‍⁠ considerable, such a prolonged silence was​‌ suspicious.

Moreover,‌ Katia Flameheart was⁠ surely already dropping‍‍‍ hints.

The​ time Fina could‍‌‌ remain there without​‌​ concern was running‍‌ out.

Even‌⁠⁠ so, that place⁠‍ was already practically​ her kingdom.

Necromantic​ creatures moved everywhere.⁠

Atop​ the mansion, a gigantic dragon-shaped monster,​ reduced to bones,‍​‌ rested with its​‌ wings folded.

At​⁠​ the entrance, floating‍​‍ in the air,​ was her most⁠‍ prized creation—the Archlich​⁠​ named Happy—observing the‌⁠ world from on⁠⁠​ high.

Amid‍ the sinister fog,⁠​​ corpses and wandering‌ spirits roamed that⁠‍ cursed stronghold.

Thud.‌

The‍‌ messenger’s lifeless body‌‌ fell to the⁠​ ground.

Fina,‍‍⁠ seated elegantly on‌ the mount, took‍‌ his place.

The⁠‍ young man, sprawled⁠‌ on the earth,‍‍​ began to move‍‌ little by little​‌‌ with a grotesque​​⁠ sound.

He‌‌ was already one⁠ of Fina’s soldiers.‌​​

“Soon,​‍ Dereck will come‌⁠ to see me.‌ I’ll have to‌ tidy the house‌‍⁠ up a bit.”​​

As‌ the horse moved‌‌ forward slowly, the⁠‌⁠ queen who ruled⁠⁠ over death crossed‍ the landscape beneath‍ a moon veiled⁠‌ by mist.

They⁠‌ said Dereck was​‍ the most famous‍⁠‌ master in Ebelstein.‌

He‍‌‍ had been Fina’s⁠⁠⁠ student, and also‌ her master.

Did⁠‌‍ they say that‌‌ bad noble ladies​⁠ didn’t exist?

Fina⁠ found it hard‌‍ to suppress her⁠ laughter.

After⁠ seeing the state​ to which the‌‌ territory of Tigris​​⁠ had been reduced,‌⁠⁠ could anyone still​‍​ say that?

Perhaps‌ those who taught⁠‍‌ young ladies raised‍⁠⁠ like hothouse flowers‌⁠‍ could afford such⁠ romanticism.

But‍‌ Fina, the noble⁠ lady of the‌ House of the⁠​ Baron of Tigris,⁠ had lived for​ eons, massacring and​ profaning countless lives,⁠⁠‍ paving her path⁠ with blood.

Regret‍​ had no meaning,​‍‌ and she had‌​ never intended such‍‌ a thing.

This⁠ was not about‌‌‍ correcting proud, ill-mannered​‍ young women.

This‍ was on an‌ entirely different level.‍⁠

No​‌⁠ famous master could‍⁠​ fix something like‍‌ this.

Among‌‌ all the noble⁠⁠ ladies Dereck had‍⁠ known, Fina was‍‍‍ the one who‍‌ harbored the deepest‌ darkness.

And‍​​ she would be⁠⁠‌ the greatest trial‌ in that master’s‍‌ life.

“Well​​ now, I really‌⁠‌ do have an‍ expensive disciple.”

She‍ closed her eyes‍‍ and imagined the​‍ scene—Dereck, having become‍ a mage at‌‌‍ the level of‌‍ a family head;​⁠ armies following him;‌‍ mages beyond the⁠‌ limit protecting him.⁠‍⁠

And‌‍ then, she imagined⁠‍‍ them all dead.⁠⁠

In⁠ the middle of‍‌‍ the mansion of‍​ Tigris, drenched in‌‍​ blood, embracing Dereck‌‍ and whispering in‌ his ear that⁠ only she could‌⁠ guide him.

That⁠⁠​ only she could‍‍‌ lead him to⁠​‌ the starry heavens.​

And​⁠ when he reached​‌⁠ the supreme level,‍‌ mastering all magic‌‍​ and every inscription—then,​ at last, she‍ could ask him⁠ to put an​​⁠ end to that‌ long and exhausting​⁠ life.

“Ufufu…⁠‌‌ ufufufu…”

Seated‍⁠ sideways on the⁠​ horse, laughing softly,⁠ she looked like‍‌ a dreamy girl.​‍​

But‍ seeing her cross‌ that mansion covered⁠ in the shadow​⁠ of death and⁠⁠ spirits, the only‍ thing one felt​ was a chill.‌​‌

Even⁠‌‌ death bowed its‌ head before her.‌‌‌

The​ queen of that‌⁠ dark and cursed​​​ realm was Fina.​

***‌‍

“For​​⁠ the beginning of‌​ summer, it seems‌‌‍ I’ll be granted⁠ the title of‌ count.”

“Oh!​ That’s… truly something‌ worth celebrating, Dereck…!”⁠​​

“…”‍‌

Seeing‌‌​ that Dereck had⁠​ a somber expression,⁠⁠ Ellen tilted her‌‌ head, wondering if​‌‌ she had said⁠​‍ something inappropriate.

“…”⁠

The‍​ chaos that had‌ occurred at the‍ Ravenclaw Academy had⁠ largely settled down.​‍​

The⁠ imperial guard took‍​​ the emperor’s body​‍‍ and placed the‌ culprit in custody‍ before leaving the⁠⁠‌ academy grounds.

Of‍⁠‌ course, Princess Roselin⁠⁠‌ and Kohella also⁠ departed with them.‍

— Don’t forget what⁠ we promised. We’ll‌ see each other‌⁠⁠ again at the​​ Palace of Gremport.‌​​

Early‍‌ in the morning,‍‍‌ just before boarding‍ the carriage, Princess‍​ Roselin’s gaze as⁠​ she looked at​⁠ Dereck was unusually⁠‌ serious.

She‍​ seemed convinced that​​ they were now‍⁠ traveling on the‍‍ same boat.

In​ any case, she​‍‌ had no intention‍ whatsoever of yielding​⁠⁠ Dereck to another‌ faction.

For‍ his part, the⁠‌ conditions Dereck had‍‌​ presented to Princess‍‌⁠ Roselin were also‌‌ quite satisfactory to‌‍‍ him, so he‌‌​ did not see​ them as a bad option.

Thus,⁠‌⁠ after seeing off​​‍ the imperial guard​‌ at dawn, Dereck​⁠‌ gathered the Ravenclaw⁠​ Academy disciples who‌ were present into​ the conference room‍⁠‌ where the large‌‍ round table stood.⁠

The‍‍ first order of⁠‍ business was to⁠‍ announce his rise‍​ in status.

“D-Dereck…?‍ Then… from summer‌ onward you’ll really‍‍⁠ become a noble‌​ with territory…? You’ll⁠⁠⁠ have the same​‍ rank as Countess⁠⁠ Rodelia of House​ Renuel…?”

“Something​​ like that.”

Diella,​ seated beside Dereck,‌⁠‍ opened her eyes⁠⁠ wide.

Ellen‌ congratulated him sincerely,​ and Denise did⁠⁠ the same.

Siern,⁠‌‌ on the other⁠​ hand, seemed completely‍‌ indifferent.

After‌⁠‌ all, she was​ someone who behaved​ perfectly naturally even‍‌ in front of​ 6-star mages like‍ Melverot or Kalimpord;‍ Dereck’s increase in​ authority would not‍ change their relationship‍ much.

Trisha,‌‌ however, the most‍ sensitive to worldly‍‌ power, was left‌⁠ staring with her​‌ mouth agape.

“H-haah………………⁠⁠⁠ the western frontier‌ territory… you’re going⁠⁠​ to administer it…‍​ yourself…?”

“…You‍​‌ can make expressions⁠‌​ like that too?”​‍⁠

“N-no…​ s-sorry for my​ lack of decorum,‍‍​ c-count…”

“…I‍ haven’t officially received⁠‍‍ the title yet.”⁠​

“A-ah…‌⁠⁠ th-that is… haah…”‍‍⁠

Dereck​ sat down at​​ the round table,‌ pressing his temples‌⁠⁠ hard.

Seeing​​ Trisha trembling so​‍ exaggeratedly, the other‍​‌ noble ladies began⁠ to swallow nervously‍ in silence.

When‍‍‍ they had first​‍ met Dereck, he‍‍‌ was nothing more‌​‍ than a ragged‌​ mercenary from the‍ slums.

And​‌‌ now, before they​⁠ realized it, he​⁠ was about to​⁠‌ receive a noble‍ title and take‍​​ responsibility for a vast territory.

If​‍‌ Dereck truly entered​‌​ the category of‍‍‌ a family-head-level mage,‍⁠‌ the hierarchy would⁠‌ be completely reversed.⁠⁠‍

It‍‍ would no longer​‍ be possible to⁠‍​ maintain such an​ informal relationship, calling‍⁠ each other simply‌⁠ by name while‍​ exchanging teachings.

An‌ elevation in status‌ changed even the‌ relationships that had​‍​ been maintained until‌ then.

Administering⁠ one or two‌‌ rural villages as‌⁠​ a baron, moving‍ about at one’s⁠ convenience, was nothing‌‌‌ like becoming a count and beginning⁠ to manage a territory directly subordinate​​ to the Empire.⁠

Until⁠ now, it had‌​ been enough to‌ keep up appearances​ at official events;‍​‍ in private, they​‍​ could treat him​⁠ with the same​⁠​ familiarity as in‍ his days as⁠‌‍ a mercenary.

But​ with such a high position, they​‍⁠ would have to​‍​ change their attitude​ completely.

“…”⁠‍

And​⁠ Dereck found that⁠​​ extremely uncomfortable.

Having‍⁠‌ lived since youth⁠‌‌ as a mercenary,​⁠⁠ always far removed​⁠‍ from authority and‌‌ formalities, he did⁠‍ not like seeing⁠‌ his disciples so‍ tense and careful‌‍ around him.

Even⁠⁠‍ so, rank was‍‌ rank, and due⁠ treatment was due‍​ treatment.

Taking​​‌ those things lightly​ could lead to‌‌⁠ mistakes in important‌ situations, which would‌ end up eroding‍​ his authority.

“After⁠‌⁠ the academy officially​ opens, the workload⁠​ will increase. And⁠ once I begin​ fully managing the‌ territory, I’ll be⁠‌ even busier. Still,⁠​‌ from the moment‌⁠ I decided to‍⁠⁠ teach you magic,‌ I don’t intend‍ to do it‍​ halfway.”

When‌‌ it came to‍‌‌ the relationship between‍​‍ master and disciple,‍​ Dereck was always⁠‌‍ firm.

If‍‍ he decided to‌​ accept someone as⁠​⁠ a disciple, he​ took responsibility until​​ the very end.⁠

He⁠​‌ was the kind‌​⁠ of person who‍ would storm into‌‌⁠ the Belmierd family⁠⁠ or the Beltus​⁠ family and raise⁠‍​ hell just to‍‌​ protect his own.‌​‍

“However,⁠‍ I think it⁠ will be impossible⁠ for me to‌​‍ accept any more​⁠ direct disciples. That’s​ why I wanted‌ to make it​⁠​ clear that, at‍ least with those​⁠​ who are here,‍ I’ll go all⁠⁠​ the way.”

Although‍​ Dereck had made⁠⁠ a name for‍‌ himself in the​ field of educating‍ noble ladies, even​‍ he had his‍⁠‍ limits.

The‍‌‌ direct disciples of⁠‍​ Baron Ravenclaw, Dereck​ Lydorf, were only​​ the people gathered‍‌ there. There would‌‌ be no more‌ in the future.‍‍⁠

It​‌ was necessary to‌​⁠ define that point‍⁠ clearly and eliminate⁠⁠‍ any unease.

“…Although,‍​ to be honest,‌‍​ there is one⁠ more disciple I haven’t told you⁠‌‍ about.”

And‍​ then, Dereck moved‍ on to the​ real topic.

From‍‍​ his days as‌‍⁠ a mercenary to‌‍ becoming a noble,‍‌ he had taught‌‍‌ countless noble ladies,‌⁠‌ improved their achievements,‌​ and guided many‍⁠‌ along the path‍ of reform.

He⁠‌​ had accumulated sufficient‍ experience both as​ a mage and​‌‍ as a teacher,‌⁠‍ and had begun‌ to feel a certain internal confidence​‌ that he could‍​‌ teach almost anyone.‍

But⁠‌ the world was⁠‌ vast, and all‌‌⁠ kinds of noble‍⁠ ladies existed.

Among‌‌ all those he⁠‌ had met and‍⁠⁠ educated so far,‍ there remained one‍⁠​ figure who far‍ surpassed any other‍ in difficulty—someone who​​ was, at the‍‌‍ same time, his‍⁠ teacher and his⁠⁠​ disciple.

The‍​ direct disciples of⁠​​ the Baron of‌⁠ Ravenclaw were five—that​⁠ was what everyone‍‍‌ believed.

Those⁠‌⁠ present could not⁠⁠‍ help but swallow‍ in surprise.

***⁠⁠‌

— If Princess Roselin‌⁠ says she needs‌⁠​ allies, I can‍​ join as well.​‍ However, there is‍⁠​ a matter I must resolve without⁠‌‍ fail. If this​‌⁠ isn’t settled, even⁠‍ from the princess’s​​‍ position, it will‍ be difficult to‌ keep me under‍ her command.

— And what are⁠ you planning to‌​ do now?

— …Could the imperial‍ side help me​​‌ with this?

Inside​‌‌ the carriage returning‍ to the Palace‍ of Gremport, Princess⁠‍‌ Roselin reviewed with‌ a grave expression​ the conversation she​ had had with‌‍​ Dereck.

There‍‌⁠ were far too‌​ many things to‌‍ do.

Once‌​‌ back at the‌ Palace of Gremport,‌ she had to​​ interrogate Marilyn, who​‌ was still in‌ custody, in greater​‍‌ depth, and also​⁠‍ investigate the figures‍⁠⁠ hiding behind her.⁠⁠‌

However,‌⁠ what Dereck had‌ asked of her‌​‍ just before departing​‍ kept returning to‍⁠ her mind, tangling⁠​‌ her thoughts even​⁠ further.

— A 6-star necromantic​‌​ mage is targeting‌‌​ me.

Baron​​‍ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw‍ always made shocking​ statements.

The‍⁠‌ emperor had been​‍‍ assassinated, the Empire‌ was going through‌⁠ a national crisis,⁠‌‌ and her anger⁠ toward Marilyn was⁠​ at its peak.​​‍

She​⁠ thought there was‍ nothing left that‍‍ could shake her.‌⁠⁠

At​‌‌ least, that was‌ what she believed.​‌‍

But​‌ the words Dereck‍ had entrusted to​‍ her just before‍​‍ boarding the carriage⁠⁠​ ended up disturbing‌‍‌ her mind even⁠ more.

What‍‌‍ he had told​ her in secret,⁠⁠​ away from Kohella,‍‌ continued to weigh‌‍ on her chest,‌⁠‌ deepening her thoughts‍​ again and again.​

***‌​‍

“It’s‍⁠ about time to​‌ prepare the reconstruction‌‍​ of the academy‌ and, while we’re​⁠‍ at it, the‍ preparations for reopening!”​

The⁠​​ next day, Aiselin‍⁠ entered the office‌​ carrying an enormous‌‌‌ stack of documents,​‌⁠ her expression overflowing‍​ with happiness.

Dereck,‌​ who had spent​​‍ the previous night‍⁠ brooding over all‌ kinds of matters​ and was somewhat‍‍‌ exhausted, thought as‌‍ he looked at⁠‍ Aiselin so full‍‌‌ of energy.

‘No⁠ matter how I look at it,‌ I can’t compete⁠‌‌ with the endurance‍ of this monstrous‍‍‍ woman.’

“I‍​‍ heard that while‍‌ I was gone,‌⁠⁠ Dereck handled both⁠ palace affairs and⁠‌ academy matters! I can’t keep causing⁠‍ you so much‌‌‍ trouble! From now​⁠ on, I’ll take​⁠ charge of directing‍⁠‍ the palace staff!”‌‌​

Dereck‍⁠⁠ glanced sideways at‍ the expressions of⁠‍ the head maid,‌⁠‍ Elpin, and the​‌ chief butler, Delbriton.‌

Their​‌ faces looked like‌‌ cattle being led⁠ straight to the‌​⁠ slaughterhouse.

Seeing⁠‍ two people normally‍​⁠ so cold and‍⁠​ professional with their‌‌ faces completely drained‍ of color made⁠​​ Dereck’s feelings a bit complicated.

“T-that‌⁠ is…”

“Sir‍ Dereck! You already⁠​​ have far too‌‍ many important matters‌‌‌ to attend to!‌ I appreciate your​ concern for me,⁠⁠ but it’s better‍⁠‌ that you entrust‌ minor internal affairs⁠‌ to someone like‌ me, so you⁠ can focus on​‌ larger and more‌⁠​ significant things.”

The⁠⁠ sad reality was‍​ that Aiselin was​‍ right.

Dereck‌‍‍ looked silently toward‌⁠ Delbriton and said,‍⁠

“Then…‍⁠‌ if that’s the‍ case…”

“It’s​ fine, Baron Ravenclaw…‍⁠ I understand perfectly…⁠ perfectly…”

The‌ butler Delbriton spoke​ with an expression​‌ of complete spiritual⁠​⁠ enlightenment.

The‌​ head maid Elpin⁠‌ at his side⁠‍​ was no different.⁠⁠‌

“Yes…⁠ that’s right. For‍‍ all of us‍​ maids… it has‍ been an honor‍‍‌ to serve Baron⁠ Ravenclaw as our⁠​ lord…”

“Eh…?​‍‌ Elpin? The lord⁠‌‌ is still Dereck,⁠‍ you know? There’s​‍‌ no need to⁠‍‍ speak as if‌​ you’re saying farewell​​⁠ forever.”

“Yes…‌‍‍ of course… I’m‍ still the head​‌ maid of the​​‌ Ravenclaw palace… of⁠⁠​ course I am…‍ but… I will‌⁠ live remembering this⁠​⁠ month that was⁠ like a paradise…‍‌ remembering this beautiful‍ spring…”

“Elpin…⁠ seriously! There’s no‍‌‍ need to say⁠ goodbye so nostalgically!‍ It’s not like​‌ there’s a staff​⁠ transfer or anything!”​‌

Seeing​ the lively Aiselin‌‌⁠ and the two‌⁠ servants completely pale,‌‍‌ Dereck inclined his‍‌‌ head in silence,⁠⁠ as if offering​⁠ a funeral prayer.‌⁠⁠

Be‍ that as it⁠⁠ may, this was‍‍⁠ not a time⁠ when he could‍​ devote attention to​⁠ palace management.

He‍ had to deal‌ with the administration⁠‍ of the Ravenclaw‌‌‍ Academy, private magic​ lessons, and, on⁠‌ top of that,​​ the schedule for⁠​⁠ the granting of⁠ his title.

And⁠ the only person⁠⁠⁠ capable of handling⁠​⁠ all of that​‌​ at once was,‌‍⁠ in the end,‍‌‌ Aiselin.

In​‌ the servants’ eyes,‍ she must have‌ looked like a Grim Reaper wielding⁠‌‌ a scythe.

Dereck‌‍ let out a sigh and stood‌‌​ up.

The⁠ weather was beginning​ to soften.

It⁠‍ was spring.

The​‌ turbulent inspection itinerary,⁠ one way or⁠‌ another, had come‍ to an end.‍‌

Now,​⁠⁠ the reopening ceremony⁠‌ was just around⁠‌⁠ the corner.

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