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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 2: Dereck (2)

Chapter 2: Dereck (2)

Ebelstein​ is a city⁠⁠ with a thousand⁠⁠​ faces.

It​‌ was one of‌ the things that‍⁠​ the romantics at‌​ the tavern would⁠ say when they‍ were heavily drunk.​⁠‍

But​‌​ it couldn’t be‌‌ dismissed as just‌ drunken babble. A city of this⁠‌‍ size, housing hundreds​ of thousands of‌ people, was hard⁠‌​ to find even‌​ across the entire​​​ continent.

When​‌​ you’re stuck in⁠‍​ the gray, suffocating‍​​ slums, it’s easy‌ to feel like​‍ this city is‍ one massive prison.⁠‍‌ But once you​‌‍ step out and‌‍⁠ walk around the‍​​ city, you begin‍‍⁠ to think that​‌​ maybe the drunkards⁠​ at the tavern​ weren’t entirely wrong.‌⁠

Derek‌⁠‌ left the slums‍​‍ and walked past‍‍ the commercial district,‌ heading towards the⁠ bustling docks. Watching‍ the lively activity‍ there, it felt‍ like a completely‍⁠ different city from​​​ the quiet, decaying​‌ back alleys.

The​‌ shouts of laborers,⁠‌⁠ the creaking of⁠‍‌ ships swaying with‍ the waves, the⁠ early morning activity‍‌ of workers hauling​‍ crates filled with⁠ fish and other​ goods — all‍ of it created‌‌ a vibrant atmosphere​​ that was miles‍​ away from the‍⁠ stillness of the​ slums.

As​ Derek moved through‍‌⁠ the dock area,‍ he climbed the⁠​ steps leading deeper⁠ into the city,⁠​⁠ passing by grand​ buildings and finally​‍⁠ reaching the alleyways⁠ where mercenaries gathered.‌⁠

In​ the damp morning⁠ mist, rugged mercenaries,‍⁠ ready to kill​ for a few⁠ silver coins, roamed⁠‌⁠ the streets. The​ sight of their​​ numerous weapons created‍‍⁠ a threatening atmosphere,‍⁠⁠ deterring any decent​ citizen from coming​‌ near. Despite being‍ a developed metropolis,‍‌ Ebelstein still had‌ its wild side.‍

*

Derek’s‌ second teacher was​ a widow named⁠‍‌ Katia Flameheart.

She‍‍‍ was the former​⁠ mistress of the‍​‍ Flameheart family, a baronetcy that had‌​ fallen from grace‌‌ after rebelling against​‌⁠ the empire. Now​ in her late‌‌‌ years, wrinkles had​​ started to appear⁠ on her forehead,⁠‌ and strands of​​‌ gray had begun‌ to show in‌ her hair.

Fallen‍‌‍ noblewomen often met​ tragic ends, unable‍ to adjust to‌‌⁠ the drastic changes⁠‌ in their lifestyle.‌ Though beautiful, their⁠ noble status had​ been reduced, and‍⁠ their fates were‌​ usually similar.

However,​‌ those with strong‍ willpower found ways⁠‌ to survive. They‍​​ might become teachers,​⁠​ teaching commoners how​ to read and​ write, or they‌⁠‍ might learn to​ trade. If lucky,⁠ they could become⁠‌⁠ tutors in well-known‌ noble families. Having‍‌ lived as noblewomen⁠​ themselves, they were‌⁠⁠ ideal candidates to⁠‍‍ teach young noble⁠‌ ladies.

Katia⁠‍ was an unusual‍ case among those⁠ ‘lucky’ noblewomen. She⁠ didn’t take up‍ a pen or​⁠ bow to other‌​ noble families.

A third-level wizard, she‍​‍ chose to live​ as a mercenary,‌‍‍ slaying monsters for​​ bounty money. Instead‍ of a dress,​‍ she wore a worn cloak and​​ carried a dagger‍‍‌ instead of a quill, navigating the​‌⁠ rough world of​ mercenaries. Her small‌⁠​ frame belied her‌​​ ability to thrive⁠‍ in such a harsh environment.

“Hey,‍​ you know magic,⁠ don’t you?”

It‍ was by chance⁠‌⁠ that she met​ Derek, who was⁠‍ munching on stale⁠ oat bread in‍‍‌ a corner of⁠‍ the tavern. Derek⁠⁠​ had been working‍ in the mercenary​‍ world for about​‍‌ four years by​ then.

Covered‌ in dust, his⁠⁠‌ white hair and​ piercing red eyes⁠‍​ looked up at‍‍ Katia. The faint⁠ aura of magic​‍ in his eyes​⁠ was different from‌⁠‌ that of the‌ nobles.

Katia⁠​‌ narrowed her eyes,⁠​ looking at Derek‌‍⁠ with curiosity.

“…Yes?​ Are you talking​​ to me?”

“Yes.”​⁠​

Derek⁠ stared at Katia,​‌ who had suddenly‌ spoken to him.​

There‍⁠ were a few⁠ reasons Derek had​ entered the mercenary‍​⁠ world.

First,‍⁠ he needed to⁠‌ survive. No matter‍ how low his​⁠ origins were, if‍ he risked his⁠ life, he could⁠‍ find some work⁠⁠‌ in the mercenary​‍‍ world. Tasks like⁠ catching rats in‍ an old warehouse​​‍ or killing minor‌ monsters on the‍‌‍ city outskirts were‍ manageable for someone⁠‍ with Derek’s understanding​‌ of first-level magic.‍

Second,‌⁠‌ he had to‍‌‍ meet people. The‍ old man who‍ taught him the‍ basics of magic​‍​ was dead. While‌‍ some magic could⁠‌ be self-taught, having‌ a good teacher‍⁠ was far more‌ efficient.

Even​ in the mercenary​⁠‌ world, individuals who⁠⁠​ knew magic occasionally‍⁠ appeared. People with‍ desperate circumstances who‌⁠ needed to rely‍‍⁠ on taking commissions​‌⁠ to survive could‍‍​ be found anywhere.​‌

Derek‍‍‌ hoped to learn‌ some magic from​ such individuals if​⁠ they appeared, but⁠⁠⁠ most mercenary mages⁠⁠‌ weren’t altruistic. His‌‌ initial plan to​⁠⁠ meet a decent‍‌ person within a year had stretched⁠‌ to four years.‌

The⁠‍ boy, now starting‌‌‍ to look more‍ like a teenager,⁠‍ was still a child in the​‍⁠ eyes of the‌⁠‍ experienced mercenaries. Sometimes⁠ beaten by thuggish⁠​ mercenaries, and other​‍‌ times using his​‌ meager magic skills‌‍ to fight back,‌⁠⁠ Derek had developed⁠ a tenacious streak.⁠

“How⁠‍⁠ old are you‌ now?”

Katia‌ seemed to understand⁠ Derek’s obvious past​⁠‍ and spoke calmly.​‌‌

She⁠‍​ was a veteran⁠‍ of the mercenary⁠⁠ world, having rolled‌‍ in its muck⁠ long enough. Helping⁠​ others was rare‌ in this environment.‍⁠‍ She had seen‍ too many pitiful‌​ people and usually​‌‍ ignored them. Everyone​ in this world‍ had their own⁠⁠⁠ story.

However,‍‌ the biggest difference⁠ between Derek and‍‌ the many troubled‌ people in the​​​ mercenary world was⁠​‍ his age.

Derek​‌​ was just too​‍ young.

She​ remembered her deceased‍ son, who had‍ once played innocently‌‍ in the manor’s⁠ courtyard. He would‌ have been around‍⁠ Derek’s age now.‍‌⁠ Seeing this boy⁠⁠‍ struggling to earn⁠ a living with‍​ his limited magic⁠‌​ skills was more‍‌ poignant than admirable.​⁠

Though⁠ she thought it⁠⁠⁠ was a thing​ of the past,‍‌ Katia couldn’t escape⁠ her maternal instincts.⁠ Even if she‍‌ had lost her⁠‍ child, she remained​‍⁠ a mother till‌ death.

*

“Magic‍ is no different‌‌‍ from other disciplines.‍‌‌ Theory and practice⁠ are completely different.‌ You must value⁠‍⁠ both theoretical depth​ and practical experience.”‌‌​

Katia‍ would occasionally meet​‍‌ Derek at the‌⁠​ tavern and evaluate‍ his magic. Initially,‍⁠ Derek was hesitant,⁠ but he soon‍‌ began absorbing Katia’s‍ teachings, learning proper⁠‌ magical theory that‍ he hadn’t learned‌ from the old‌​​ man.

“You⁠ need to know​‌‍ your level clearly‍⁠‍ to improve.”

There⁠ were many schools⁠⁠‌ of magic, but‍⁠‍ the most mainstream‌‌‍ was the noble’s⁠​ school of discipline.‌​ They categorized magic‍⁠​ into levels. Katia⁠⁠‍ was a third-level‍​ mage by their‌​ standards.

Even‍​​ noble mages struggled‌ to reach the​‍ third level. Occasionally,​​ geniuses would reach‍‍‌ it around their‌ coming-of-age ceremonies, but⁠​ they were rare.‍ Most had to​‌‍ see wrinkles start​⁠​ forming before they​​ reached the third​​ level.

If‍⁠‍ it was tough‌‌⁠ for nobles, it‌ was nearly impossible​​ for commoners to​‍‌ reach the third​ level. A third-level‌‌ mage was called‌‌‍ an ‘advanced mage’​‌ for a reason.⁠‍‍

In‌ other words, finding‍​⁠ a teacher like⁠ Katia was rare.⁠‍

“How​‌ much magic have‍​‌ you used in‌ actual combat?”

“I​‍ haven’t used any⁠ particularly great magic.‍‌‍ Just small things‍​ like lighting a dark place or⁠ detecting directions.”

“That’s‍ not very powerful​ by first-level standards,​‍‌ but considering your‌​ age, it’s impressive.”⁠

The​‍ noisy tavern wasn’t​‌‌ an ideal place​​‍ for magic lessons,‌​‌ but both Katia⁠⁠‍ and Derek were⁠ used to such​ chaotic environments.

“However,‌‍‍ you won’t even⁠⁠ reach the beginning‍⁠ of the second​ level with just⁠⁠ that. You don’t‍​‍ need to master⁠‍‌ all second-level magic,‌⁠ but learning the‌​ basics will be⁠ enough to secure⁠ your future. At​⁠ least aim for​‌⁠ that.”

“I’ll⁠​‍ try.”

Katia‍‍⁠ didn’t have grand⁠​ ambitions. She intended‍ to offer a bit of maternal​ kindness and sympathy‌‍ and then move⁠‌ on.

It‍​​ was impossible for​⁠⁠ a commoner child​‍⁠ without noble blood‍ to fully master‍‍ second-level magic. Showing‌‌‌ him the basics‍​ would give him‌​ a significant advantage​‍ in life. That‌ was her small‌‌ act of kindness.​​

For⁠​‍ a while, Katia‍ took Derek along,⁠‍ teaching him various‌⁠ spells and techniques.‌‌‌

*

The‌ combination of a magical prodigy from​‌‍ the slums and‌ a fallen noblewoman‌​ was rare, even‍⁠ in the mercenary​‌⁠ world. Occasionally, people​ would show curiosity,‍ but Katia and‍‍‌ Derek’s relationship was​​ not as close⁠‍‌ as it seemed.⁠⁠‌

Katia,​ having spent a long time in‍⁠‌ the mercenary world,​ knew that excessive‌‌‍ affection caused unnecessary‍​⁠ problems. Derek also⁠ understood her values​ and didn’t try‌ to burden her.​‍‍

“You‍​⁠ may have honed⁠ your magic through​​ experience, but you​​ also need to⁠ know the basics.​⁠⁠ Magic is divided​⁠ into five branches.​‍‌ Do you know‍‌ them?”

“Combat,‍ transformation, illusion, summoning,​ and detection, right?”⁠‌

“Correct.‍ It seems the‍ old man taught​⁠ you the basics.‍ Each branch has⁠​ spells of various⁠ levels. Mastering even‌ one second-level spell‍ makes you a second-level mage.”

Katia​⁠ continued to teach​ in the busy⁠​ tavern.

Even‌ among second-level mages,⁠⁠⁠ there’s a hierarchy.​‍ Mastering just one⁠‍ second-level spell or‌ many makes a difference in status.⁠⁠‍ But the symbolism‌⁠ is important. Being‌ able to cast⁠​​ even one second-level‍‍ spell changes your‍​⁠ status.

While‍‍ second-level mages are‍ common among nobles,⁠​ it’s a rare⁠ achievement for commoners.⁠ It requires significant​ effort and talent.‍

“As‍⁠⁠ a mage, you’ll​ naturally want to​ improve. Most focus‍⁠​ on mastering high-level​‌ spells in their‍​ field rather than‍‍ learning a variety⁠‌ of spells.”

“So,‌‌⁠ mages tend to⁠⁠‌ specialize in certain​‌‌ fields?”

“Exactly.‍​ It’s important to​⁠‌ quickly identify your⁠‍​ strengths.”

“I​​ want to learn‌​ everything.”

Katia‌‍‌ put down her‍‌​ mug and looked​⁠ at Derek with‌⁠ weary eyes.

“Excessive‌‍‍ ambition can slow⁠ your progress. Remember⁠​⁠ my words.”

“Okay.”‌

Katia‍​ was a third-level​‌ illusion mage. While​⁠⁠ she knew a few third-level spells,​ she had mastered‌‌⁠ many second-level ones.‌

She⁠‍ couldn’t immediately elevate‌⁠ Derek’s abilities, but‍‍ she could guide‍ him in the‌⁠‍ right direction.

“From​​ the second level,⁠ you need to⁠⁠⁠ sense and control‍ your internal magic​‍ constantly.”

“I​ had a rough​⁠⁠ idea. Using magic‍⁠ feels like manipulating‌ an internal energy.”‌‌

“That’s​‍ right. Your practical‌ experience will help.‍‌ Try to mimic‌ the flow of⁠‌ magic I’m sending​‍ you.”

Katia‍‌ placed her hand​​‌ on the wooden⁠ table, manipulating her‌⁠ magic. Derek followed‍ her lead, sensing‍‍⁠ his internal magic.‌​

He‌‍‍ had a substantial⁠‍ amount of innate⁠‌‌ magic. It was‍⁠‌ a waste for⁠​ him to rot‌ in the slums.​⁠‍ He had learned‍⁠​ the basics of​⁠ first-level magic from​‌‌ a braggart old‍‌‌ man and understood‍⁠‌ magic control through‌ rough experience.

‘If‍⁠ he had noble‍ blood… his life‍ would be completely​‌ different.’

Katia‍​​ had seen too⁠​ many mediocre mages‍ pretending to be​ great just because⁠ of their noble‍‌ blood. Derek’s magical‌‍ potential gave her​⁠‌ mixed feelings, but‍⁠ it was no​‌​ surprise.

The​⁠‌ world was always‌ unfair. Katia knew‌ that well enough.‍​⁠ Being sentimental would‌ only hinder her⁠⁠ survival.

While‌​‌ teaching various magic⁠‍ techniques, something happened.⁠​

– Whoosh!

Derek‍ suddenly had a look of realization‌ and unleashed his‌ magic.

Katia’s‍​‌ brow furrowed.

– Whoosh! Bang!

A massive explosion filled​ the tavern.

“What​⁠ the…!”

“What‌ happened…!”

The‍⁠​ mercenaries grabbed their⁠ weapons, looking around‌⁠ in confusion. The‌ sound was like⁠ a building collapsing,⁠‍​ shaking the tavern.​‌

The​⁠‌ mercenaries were ready‍ for combat, but‌​​ nothing seemed amiss.⁠⁠‍ Outside, the world‌‍‌ was peaceful, and‌ nothing had changed​‌⁠ in the tavern.⁠​

“What​‍​ the hell…? We​ heard a huge‌‍ noise!”

“Hey!‍⁠ Check the surroundings!​​ There must be⁠​‍ something!”

Katia‍⁠ looked down at‍⁠ Derek amid the⁠ chaos.

Derek⁠ also looked up​ at her.

“Master.​‌ I just…”

– Smack!

Before‌⁠ Derek could speak,​ Katia grabbed his‌ arm and quickly⁠​ led him out‌ of the tavern.‍

*

Katia‍ dragged Derek into‍⁠ a secluded alley‌ in the mercenary‍​ district. Her pace​⁠ was so fast‌ that Derek had⁠ to half-run to​ keep up.

She⁠‍ gripped his arm‍ tightly, leading him​ far from the​​ tavern where the​​ explosion had occurred.‍‌ They turned several‌ corners and entered​‍ dark alleys filled⁠‍‌ with the smell⁠⁠ of food waste.‌⁠⁠

The⁠ tension in the​⁠ air made Derek​‌‍ hesitant to speak.​‍‍ Katia had never‍​ been this serious​‍‍ before.

When‍‌ they finally stopped,‍ Katia knelt and​‍‌ looked at Derek.‍

“Derek.”⁠⁠

Her‌‍‌ expression was complex.‍ Derek couldn’t guess​‌‌ why she looked​ so serious, only‌‌ that he felt​‌‌ a growing sense⁠ of worry.

Katia‍ closed her eyes⁠ briefly, collecting her‌‌ thoughts.

In⁠​‌ her youth, she⁠ was a noble‌‍​ lady and later‍⁠⁠ the mistress of​‌ the Flameheart family.‍‌ Now, she was‍‍ a wandering mercenary.⁠​‌ Though she had‌‍ been a minor‍ noble, she knew⁠ the ways of‍‌ high society well.​⁠‍ This knowledge made‌‌ her expression grim.​‌‌

“Listen‌ carefully, Derek. The‍​ spell you just​‍ cast was an‌​ illusion spell called‍​​ ‘Echo.’ It creates​⁠ sounds within a certain range to‌ confuse and distract‍ enemies.”

“I⁠ kind of imagined⁠‍ that.”

“Yes.‌​ And it’s… a second-level illusion spell.”‍⁠​

Talented‍ commoner mages were⁠​ admired even by​ nobles for their⁠​‌ effort and determination.‌⁠⁠ However, there was‌​⁠ always a ceiling‍ to their achievements.‍

This‌ was the era⁠⁠ of nobles. Magic‍ was a privilege​‍⁠ and a source​‌‌ of pride for‌​ them. There were⁠ boundaries that shouldn’t‍ be crossed.

“…”‌‌​

Inborn⁠⁠​ talent was seen⁠‍ as a blessing,​⁠‍ but extraordinary ability⁠ beyond one’s station‍‍ could be dangerous.‍

Katia’s⁠⁠‌ expression grew serious​ as she realized‌​ Derek’s potential.

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