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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 197: Omen (2)

Chapter 197: Omen (2)

The​‌ news of Emperor‌‍‍ Gattrel’s death had‌ spread across the​​‍ entire continent, plunging‌‍ many into mourning,‌​‍ while the central‍ political situation spiraled​ toward chaos.

However,‍‌ large-scale circumstances of‍ that kind were,‌ in most cases,⁠‌ matters that concerned‌ only the high‌⁠ nobles of the⁠ center.

Stories‌ that unfold above‍‍‍ the clouds rarely‍‌‍ manage to take‍⁠ root among common​⁠⁠ people.

After‍ all, bad news⁠⁠‍ is still just‌‌‍ bad news.

As‌‌‍ if confirming that‌⁠⁠ fact, the early​‍ morning of Ebelstein​ continued to brim⁠​⁠ with vitality.

“They‍‍ say that when​⁠ the academy reopens,‌ the direct disciples‌‍ of the Ravenclaw​‍ faction will stand⁠⁠ before the students‍​‌ as great seniors.‌‍ Just imagining it​‌⁠ already feels so​​‌ beautiful and admirable‍ that I truly‍⁠ envy them!”

In‍ the noble district‌​ of Ebelstein, the‌⁠ most renowned teahouse​ was the one​⁠​ known as Adelbert’s‌​ Library.

While‍‌​ enjoying the spring‌⁠‍ aroma that had​‌⁠ already fully settled​⁠ in, several influential⁠⁠⁠ young noblewomen were⁠‌ gathered, chatting animatedly,⁠ as if the‍‌ scene itself were​ a carefully painted⁠‍ portrait.

Seated‍⁠‌ at the center,‌ drinking tea with‌ elegant composure, was⁠⁠​ Trisha, the young‌‍ lady of the⁠‍‍ emerging and increasingly‌ renowned comital Renuel‌​ family.

She​‍‌ set her cup‌ down on the‍ saucer and, smiling‌ delicately, replied.

“It’s⁠‌ really not worthy‍⁠⁠ of such praise.⁠‌‌ Hoho. After all,‌⁠⁠ as the youngest​ disciple of the‌‍⁠ Ravenclaw faction, I still have many‌ shortcomings and much‍‌ to learn.”

“I-it‍⁠ can’t be…! Even​⁠ so, from the⁠ moment you became‌ a direct disciple‌‍‌ of Ravenclaw, you‌ already achieved something​‍ that most young​ noblewomen of Ebelstein‌​ desire with all‌⁠ their hearts…!”

“I​ saw her during‌ the academy founding⁠ event. She looked‍​⁠ so beautiful and​⁠ noble… it was​‍⁠ as if she⁠ were shining!”

Trisha,⁠ who already had​ her own group⁠‌‍ of admirers, listened‌‌ to those compliments‌​ with her shoulders⁠⁠ trembling slightly with‌ emotion.

Pride‌ began to swell,‍ enthusiasm rose like‌‌‍ hot steam—but a true expert does‍ not raise her‌⁠ voice or show‌​ arrogance at that⁠‌​ point.

It​‌​ is enough to‌‌ shrug slightly, take‍‌ a step back,‌​⁠ and appear humble.​

That​‍⁠ way, the praise⁠‌ will come on‍ its own.

Trisha‍⁠⁠ had perfectly understood​‍ that subtle formula⁠ of advance and‍⁠​ retreat.

Her‍⁠‌ self-esteem filled to⁠ the point of‍ overflowing.

She‌‍​ could not stop‍‌⁠ the euphoria boiling​​‌ up from the⁠‌‍ depths of her⁠ chest.

That‌‍ desire for recognition,‌​‍ satisfied again and‍‍‍ again, had such⁠ an exquisite flavor⁠‍ that it seemed‍​ capable of making​‌ her addicted.

‘This‍‍​ taste… yes… this​ is the taste!’‍‌

Trisha‍​ let out giggles⁠⁠ again and again,‍​ enjoying an almost​ heavenly happiness amid⁠‍ those who would‍⁠ not stop praising‌‌​ her.

“If‍ there’s anything you‍⁠‍ want to ask‌‍‌ me, you can​‍​ do so anytime.⁠ Even if I’m‍​​ only the youngest‍ disciple of the​ Ravenclaw faction, I still keep in‍⁠⁠ contact with the⁠ young ladies of⁠⁠‍ the Duplain, Belmierd,‍ Beltus, and Rochester‌‌ families. If the⁠ opportunity arises or‍‍ I have time,‍‍ I could even‌​ pass along a message for you…”​‍‍

“R-really…?‌​⁠ Well, of course…​‍⁠ Lady Diella or‌‍ Lady Ellen as‌‍ well… if you​‍‍ wish, they could​ meet with us​‌⁠ anytime to chat…”‌

“It’s‌‍ as if she‌⁠ were a figure⁠ of influence both‍‍ in Ebelstein and‌⁠ in the Rose‌‌ Hall… If at​⁠ any point I was discourteous to‍⁠ you… r-right now…‌‍‌ r-right now I apologize…!”

“Huhuhu,​⁠⁠ uhu. There’s no⁠⁠‌ need to get‍ so nervous. Even‍​ if I am‍ a young lady‍ of the comital‍‍ Renuel family and‌‍ a direct disciple⁠‌ of the Ravenclaw⁠ faction, first and‌ foremost I’m still​ just an ordinary‌‌ girl. I also⁠​​ like chatting with‍⁠⁠ others, drinking good‍‍ tea, and enjoying‌ the spring breeze,⁠ just like anyone‌‌​ else. You don’t​⁠ need to look​⁠‍ at me as​ if I were​‌‌ up in the​ clouds…”

“Lady‌‌​ Trisha…!”

“How​ charming…!”

“…What⁠⁠‍ are you doing?”​

It‍ was precisely when⁠​‍ Trisha, completely intoxicated⁠⁠⁠ by self-satisfaction, was‌‌‌ waving her arms‍⁠‍ as if conducting‌‌ a theatrical performance​‍‍ together with her​​⁠ followers.

From‍‍‌ within the crowd‌ appeared a short​‌ young woman—Siern, the⁠ young lady of​⁠‍ the Rochester family,​ regarded as the⁠‍⁠ Ravenclaw faction’s disciple⁠‌ with the highest⁠ magical level.

With⁠⁠⁠ eyes narrowed into‍​‌ crescent moons, she‌‍ looked at her‌⁠‍ as if she‍ could not believe‌ what she was​​​ seeing.

On‍ her way back‍⁠ to the palace‌‌ after receiving lessons‍ from Dereck, she‍⁠ had seen Trisha​⁠ making such a spectacle in broad⁠‍ daylight and could‌‌ not help but‍‌‌ intervene.

“Hiieek…!”‌​

“…”​‍​

Siern,‍​⁠ unlike most young‍‍ noblewomen, did not​​⁠ concern herself much‍​⁠ with her appearance.‌​​

Except‍‌ when she saw⁠‍​ her father, Melverot,⁠‍ whom she deeply​‍⁠ revered, or when​⁠⁠ she was with‌‌​ Dereck, she usually​⁠⁠ limited herself to‍‌‌ simple grooming and‌​ wearing only minimal​ adornments.

She⁠‍⁠ wore a flared‍ skirt as small​⁠‌ as her own​​‍ body and a light tunic; her‌‍ poorly arranged bangs⁠‍‌ parted awkwardly at‌ the center of‍⁠ her forehead.

Even⁠​‍ so, the servants‍ did not rush‌​‌ to fix her,⁠‍‌ because she herself⁠ clearly showed annoyance​‍‍ when they did.‍‌

“L-lady…‍ Lady Siern. A-are⁠⁠ you well…?”

“…”‍⁠

The‌​‍ moment she saw⁠ Siern, Trisha froze,‍ her face completely‍ pale and cold‌ sweat running down‌‌ her skin.

Learned⁠‌⁠ fear.

The‍‍⁠ terror she had‍ felt when Siern⁠​⁠ had beaten her‌‌​ mercilessly during a magical duel had,‍‍ for the first‍‍ time in her⁠‌‍ life, engraved the‍​​ fear of death⁠⁠​ deep into her‌‌⁠ being.

For⁠ someone like Trisha,​‍ raised like a flower in a greenhouse, being struck​​ without mercy was‍⁠⁠ a truly terrifying⁠‍ experience.

Even​ now, every time‌⁠ she saw Siern,‍‌‍ she felt phantom⁠‌​ pain in her‌‌​ right shoulder and​ in one of⁠​ her thighs.

Siern⁠ observed her with‍​​ an expressionless gaze,​‍​ nodded slightly, and​⁠ then turned away‍⁠‍ without another word.‍

“Yeah.​‌⁠ Take care.”

“Y-yes!!!⁠⁠​ W-wishing you good​​ health!!! P-please be⁠‍ careful!!!”

After⁠​ responding with almost​ military discipline, Siern‍‌ covered her ears⁠‌ and walked away‌‍ again with light,⁠ swaying steps.

When​​‌ the atmosphere finally‍ calmed down again,‌‍​ Trisha’s followers began‍⁠ to murmur once‍⁠ more.

“G-goodness…​⁠ that’s Lady Siern⁠ of the ducal‍‍⁠ Rochester family. They‍ say there’s no‍ one her age​‌‍ with a higher​⁠ magical level than‍⁠​ hers…”

“Lady​⁠ T-Trisha gets along‌‌‌ with someone like‍​ that so naturally…!‍⁠ As expected… she‌⁠​ lives in a world completely different‍⁠‍ from that of‍ low-ranking nobles…!”

Turning‌‌ her back, in‌ a place where​​⁠ no one could⁠‍ see her, Trisha​ took deep breaths‍‍ again and again.​

Diella,‌ Ellen, Denise, and‍‌​ now Siern…

Each‌‌ belonged to a completely different category,‌⁠ and for someone‌ as weak-tempered as⁠​ her, it was⁠⁠ almost suffocating.

Thanks‍⁠ to Dereck’s dedication,⁠ Trisha had advanced⁠‌⁠ beyond the initial‌ level of a 1-star mage relatively‌‌ quickly.

However,‌‍⁠ the other direct⁠​⁠ disciples of different‍​​ factions were refining​​⁠ their magic at‌‍‌ a speed that⁠‍​ admitted no comparison.‌⁠‍

The‌‌‍ one with the‍ highest level was‍⁠ Siern, who gave‍⁠ the impression of‌​⁠ already being well‍‍​ into the mid-range‌ of 3 stars.‍

Ellen⁠ and Denise seemed‌⁠ to be in​ the early stages⁠ of 3 stars,‍​ and Diella also‌ appeared to have‌⁠‍ reached the latter⁠​ part of 2 stars.

All​‌ of them had‌⁠​ achieved absurd progress​​‍ for their age,‍‍ so it was‍​ no surprise that‌‍ the Ravenclaw faction’s​ disciples were gaining‍ so much fame.‍​​

They​‍ were people who‍⁠ moved in a completely different league​‍ from Trisha, who​ was still struggling​‌​ in the 1-star⁠‍‌ range.

It⁠ was difficult not‌ to feel intimidated.⁠

Even⁠ so, Trisha cleared⁠​‍ her throat several‍ times and raised‌⁠‍ her voice again,‍‌‌ speaking with enthusiasm.​​

“Ahaha…​ it seems the​​ conversation was suddenly‌⁠‍ interrupted. I’m sorry.​ I didn’t expect​ to run into‌ Lady Siern in‌ a place like‌​‌ this. As you’ve‌‌ seen, we have⁠​​ a very close⁠‍ relationship… and we​⁠‌ also meet frequently⁠⁠ within the faction…⁠ so we usually‍‌‍ greet each other‌ and chat cheerfully​ like that.”

“Ah,‌​‌ I see…! It’s‍​​ the first time‍ I’ve ever seen‌​ Lady Siern raise‍⁠ her voice like​‌⁠ that!”

“At​ first glance, Lady​ Siern may seem⁠‍ like a cold​​ person… but that’s⁠ not always the‌​ case. She’s very‍‍⁠ approachable, very straightforward,​ and shows another‌ side of herself‌ in front of‌​ people she trusts​‍‍ and understands well.​ It’s a side​ that’s hard to‍‌ know unless you’re‌ close… but when⁠​​ you often cross⁠⁠​ paths within the‍‌ faction…”

“Oh,​ right. Trisha.”

“Hiiek!”‍​

When​‌‍ Siern suddenly returned⁠‌​ and tossed those⁠​⁠ words at her​‌‌ in passing, Trisha‌⁠​ nearly collapsed on⁠​‌ the spot.

“Dereck‌‍ told me to​ let you know‌‍​ in advance that​⁠ he might come‍​ to visit the‍‌‍ comital Renuel family​ next time.”

“Y-yeeeeees!!!”⁠‌​

Faced‌‌ with Siern’s sudden​‍‌ message, Trisha responded​​ with all the‌‍‍ strength she could⁠ muster.

Whatever‌⁠ the case, her‍‍ sense of hierarchy⁠⁠ seemed to be‌ engraved directly into‍ her genes.

***‍

“Is‌‍ something… wrong?”

“Being⁠‍⁠ the youngest disciple​ of the Ravenclaw⁠​ faction is not​‍ good for the​​ heart at all…”⁠‍

“…”⁠⁠

Although⁠ there was still⁠ some time before‌‌ the official opening,‍⁠ Dereck spent most​‍ of his day​ on the grounds​‌⁠ of the Ravenclaw‍‌‌ Academy.

It​‍​ was closer to​ Ebelstein and, moreover,⁠⁠ it was a fairly suitable place​ for the other⁠⁠‌ young ladies to⁠‌‌ visit him.

It⁠‌ was ideal for​ constantly supervising magical‌ training, the facilities‍ were good, and​⁠ if necessary, he‍⁠‌ could head directly​‌⁠ to Ebelstein.

For‍‍‌ that very reason,⁠⁠‌ he could also‍ summon Trisha so‌ easily.

“Did…⁠‌‌ someone do something‍​⁠ to you? It​ doesn’t seem like⁠‍⁠ there’s anyone capable‍​ of that…”

“No,‍ it’s not that…​‍ it’s nothing. In⁠‍ any case, I heard that you‍​‍ plan to visit​ the comital Renuel‍‍ family…”

“Yes.⁠⁠ As I mentioned​ last time, before‍‍‌ formally receiving the⁠​ title of count,‍ I intend to‌‌ meet with all‌ the nobles of‌​ the surrounding territories.‌ And also… there‌ is another matter⁠‌ that is even⁠​ more important that‌ I wish to‍ discuss.”

“More⁠ important?”

“It​ is related to​‌ a necromantic mage.”​‌‌

Upon⁠ hearing that, Trisha⁠⁠​ did not add​​‍ anything further.

Countess‌‍​ Rodelia was known​ as a true‌​‍ nemesis of necromantic⁠ mages, having subjugated⁠‌ Rodents Island.

Her‌ transformation magic, her‍​ expert swordsmanship, and‌‌ even her sacred​​ blood sword capable‌​​ of cutting spirits⁠​​ made her, for​ mages of the‌‍​ necromantic system, practically‍​ a reaper.

There⁠ was even a saying going around‍​ that if one​ were ever to​‍ get involved with‌ a necromantic mage,‌⁠⁠ the first thing‌ to do was⁠‍ to go to⁠⁠‍ Countess Rodelia.

“I​‍ understand… well, I won’t ask for‌‍⁠ more details. But⁠‌⁠ if you are​⁠‍ going to set‌ a date, we⁠​​ may need to​​​ check the schedule.‍⁠‍ My mother is​‍‌ currently in the‍⁠ White Zone.”

“Did⁠‍ she go on‍‌ an expedition to⁠‌‌ subjugate a labyrinth?”⁠

“That’s​ right. She will‍⁠ probably return before​​ the end of‍⁠ spring, so I will get in​⁠ touch soon. If‌ it’s you, Sir​ Dereck… she will⁠ surely receive you​‌‍ favorably.”

Dereck​‍‍ nodded and handed​‌‍ Trisha a glass​ of water.

Probably‍ because seeing her‌ break out in‌‌ a cold sweat‌⁠ had seemed rather⁠​ pitiful.

Also,‍ before coming there,⁠⁠⁠ Trisha had run​​ into Diella and‍⁠⁠ had to endure​ all kinds of⁠⁠⁠ scoldings.

Diella,​⁠ the central figure​ of the Duplain⁠⁠‍ family, was known‌‌ for exploding in‌​ anger even over​⁠ the smallest matters,‍‌⁠ so simply crossing‍​ paths with her‌ was enough to‍‍ be intimidated.

That‌ she behaved like‍‍ an elegant and​‌​ reserved young noble‍‌ lady only happened‍ when she was​⁠ in front of‍⁠⁠ Aiselin or Dereck.⁠

Everyone⁠​ already knew that.​‍

“By​ the way… I heard that when‍ the academy opens,‍‍⁠ the direct disciples‍ will separately guide‌​‌ the new students…”​‌

“That​ matter is still​​‌ under document review​ but it seems‍ the rumor is‍​‌ already circulating among‌ the applicants.”

“Y-yes…‍‍ t-that seems to⁠ be the case.”‍

“It’s⁠​⁠ not that complicated.”​

With⁠ his arms crossed,​⁠‌ Dereck spoke as⁠ if he were⁠⁠​ mentioning it in​ passing.

“The‍ academy’s main dormitory,‌‍‌ Amaryllis House, is⁠‍ larger than I expected, so I’m‌ thinking of dividing‌‍⁠ its interior into‌ five wings.”

“R-really?”‍

“We’ll⁠ classify the dormitories‌‍ in greater detail⁠​‌ by floors and​​ locations. Each wing‍​‍ will bear the‌‍‌ name of a flower, and the⁠ main persons in​ charge of each⁠‌ will be my⁠ direct disciples.”

“……Ugh.”‌‍

Trisha⁠‍ held her breath⁠​ as cold sweat‍ ran down her‌‍‌ back.

That⁠‍ meant that, just‌ like the other⁠⁠‌ direct disciples, she​‌ would have to⁠‍​ lead the new​​‍ students under her⁠‌ command and take‌‌ responsibility for educating‌⁠ the young ladies​⁠ from a completely⁠⁠ equivalent position.

Diella⁠‍‌ had been born⁠ with leadership qualities.‍‍‍

Ellen,​‌‌ from the very​⁠⁠ beginning, was someone‍ with the temperament​ of a ruler.⁠

Denise,‌​ in addition to‍ being intelligent, was​ shrewd.

As⁠ for Siern, although​‍‍ she had a rather egocentric personality,‍ she was still​​​ an unknown variable‍​ but, whatever happened,​‍‍ she was also⁠‍ not someone comparable‌ to Trisha.

Thus,​⁠ the Ravenclaw Academy​‌ would be divided‍‍ into five dormitory⁠‍ groups and continue‌​​ its training in​⁠ that manner.

That‍​‍ meant that, as‍​ the representative figures‍⁠ of each group,‌ they would exert‍⁠ broad and lasting​‍‍ influence in the‍ future.

‘T-that​​ it would come‍‍ to something like​‌‌ this…?’

Being​​ a direct disciple‍​​ of the Ravenclaw‍‌ faction was not​‌ simply an honorary⁠⁠ position that only⁠‌ served to inflate⁠⁠​ one’s ego a little.

“Lady⁠‍‌ Trisha’s portrait will​ also be hung​ in the Hall⁠ of Wisdom on​ the third floor‍‍ of Amaryllis House.​​‍ I will soon​‌​ send a painter‌‌ to the Renuel‍ comital mansion, so​‍⁠ you will only‌‌ need to prepare‌‌ yourself properly and​‌ cooperate.”

“W-what…?⁠ Does that mean​‌‌ my portrait will‌ remain hanging on​‌​ that wall until⁠​ Amaryllis House closes?”⁠⁠

“Well…​‍ if the academy’s​‌​ history lasts long‍ enough, some exemplary‍‍‍ stories will surely⁠⁠ circulate as well.‍ Isn’t that a good thing?”

Trisha​ was drenched in‍ cold sweat.

“I-I’m‌ starting to get⁠ nervous…”

“Nervous?”⁠​‌

“No,‌⁠​ it’s not nervousness,​⁠‍ it’s excitement! Excitement!⁠⁠ Ohoho! At last‍‌ the world is‍‌⁠ beginning to recognize‌⁠⁠ my worth! W-without⁠ a doubt, all‌ of this is⁠⁠‌ thanks to my​ nobility and dignity,​​​ which have captivated‍⁠​ so many!”

Trisha,‍‌‌ unable to lower‍‍ her haughty nose‍⁠‍ even on the​‍​ verge of collapse,‌‌ puffed herself up​‍ with bravado as​‍ best she could.‍⁠

However,‍‍⁠ her pale face‍​ was covered in⁠‌ sweat.

One⁠ way or another,​‍ competing from the⁠ same position as‌​ the other direct​ disciples of the‍ Ravenclaw faction was‍‍​ not going to⁠⁠ be easy.

“In​‍⁠ any case, I hope you can⁠⁠‌ become an example​​ for many. As⁠ I told you⁠ before, I am‌⁠ more focused on‍​ magical education than​⁠⁠ on the cultivation‍‌‌ of ladies, and⁠⁠ Lady Aiselin, who​‍​ is an expert‌‌ in that field,‌ cannot handle all​‌ the students by⁠‌​ herself.”

“You⁠⁠‌ have found the⁠‌ right person. I myself could be​‌ said to be​‍‌ the perfect example‌ of a lady.”‍‍

Saying​‍ that, Trisha let‍‍​ out an even⁠​ more exaggerated laugh.‍

She​ was the type⁠⁠ of talent who‌⁠ would keep laughing⁠‍​ even in the‌ middle of hell.‍⁠‌

“T-then…​⁠⁠ I will inform‍​ my family.”

Rising‌ from her seat,​⁠ that was all‍ she managed to⁠‌‍ say.

Creaak.‍‌

‘It‌‍‌ might end up‍⁠ being a big​‍ gamble.’

After⁠⁠ seeing off Trisha,​‍​ who left the‍ room with a tense expression, Dereck‌‌ remained alone in⁠‍ his office and⁠​ once again carefully‌⁠​ reviewed the documents‌‍ containing information about​⁠ Countess Rodelia.

The‌ monstrosity of Rodents⁠​⁠ Island, a woman⁠ who had spent⁠‌​ her entire life‌​ hunting and executing‍ necromantic mages.

That⁠‍ warrior valued Dereck‍‍‌ highly, but only‍ because she did‌‌ not know him​‌‌ fully.

Dereck‌‍ was someone who⁠​ had received magical‍‌ instruction directly from‍ Fina, a 6-star‌ necromantic mage.

If​‌⁠ she were to‍​ find out that‌‌ fact, her reaction‍​‍ would be completely⁠ unpredictable.

‘Even‍​‌ so, when it’s⁠‌ time to bet,‌ you have to‌ bet. As long‌ as Lady Trisha‌⁠ is part of​ the Ravenclaw faction,‍​‍ she’s already in⁠‍‌ the same boat​ as me.’

Pressing‍ his brow hard,‍ Dereck put on‍ his robe and‍⁠‌ rose from his‌‍ seat.

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