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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 22: Belmiard (2)

Chapter 22: Belmiard (2)

Among⁠⁠​ the influential families‍⁠​ in the western‌​ part of the⁠‍⁠ empire, the youngest,‌‌‌ Belmiard—the Marquess of‍‌​ the Frontier—was a perfect man.

Ruling​ the entire southern‍​ coastal region of​ the Belcos Peninsula,⁠ he personally managed​ sixty percent of​ the trade routes⁠‌ into Ebelstain. The‍ northern part of‌​⁠ his territory also​ housed the continent’s​​‍ largest magic academy:​‍ Drest Academy.

Not​ only that, he​‍⁠ also oversaw the​⁠ vast granaries that​ stretched north along‌​​ the coast. It‍ was often joked‌ that the annual⁠⁠ income of the​‌​ Belmiard Marquisate could‍⁠⁠ fill the ocean‌ with gold coins.‍

Literally,⁠‍ he was a man swimming in‌⁠ a sea of​‌⁠ gold. Yet even​ he, whose life​ had always climbed​ upward, lacked one⁠​​ thing: the blessing‌ of his children.‍‌⁠

His‍‌ eldest son, Linus,‍ fell into gambling⁠‌‌ and debauchery, wasting​⁠ his days in‌ vanity, while the‌‌‌ youngest, Leonard, suddenly​ decided to devote⁠ himself to divine⁠⁠ will and left​ on a pilgrimage,‌​ rarely appearing except‍ on holidays and‌ major family events.​ It was enough⁠‍ to drive anyone‍⁠⁠ mad.

At​⁠‌ least the second‍ son, Ellen, was‍⁠‌ level-headed and dutiful,​‌​ becoming the sole⁠‍‍ treasure of Marquess‍‍ Belmiard, who was‍​ constantly troubled by⁠​ his children.

***‍

“It’s​⁠ time to practice​‍‌ your magic duel,‌‌‍ Lady Ellen.”

“…Isn’t⁠‍‌ it a bit‌​ late?”

Lady⁠​‌ Ellen, the favorite‌‍‍ of Marquess Belmiard,​ had long since‌⁠‍ arrived in the⁠​⁠ noble district of‍ Ebelstain to prepare⁠⁠ for her social⁠ debut.

She‌‍ was seated in⁠ the corridor of​⁠ a grand vaulted‍‍‌ building beside the​ plaza of the⁠ noble district. Known‌ among Ebelstain’s nobility‌ as the Cultural​‍‍ Corridor, it was‌ a place where‍​ several salons and​​‌ small clubs gathered‌ to cultivate friendships‍‍‌ and build connections.‍

Ellen,‌ who only associated‍⁠ with the Rose⁠ Salon, had just‍ finished a meeting⁠‍​ and was using⁠‍ her brief free⁠​ time to read​ letters with news‌ from her domain.‌⁠

“I​ heard there’s a tea party at‍‌​ Viscount Belorn’s residence.⁠‌‌ If you plan⁠‌​ to attend, I can postpone the⁠‍⁠ duel training.”

“No‌ need. I have‍​ no desire to‌⁠ waste time on⁠⁠ childish games like‌‌​ that.”

The⁠ girl, though still⁠​​ a year away⁠‌ from her coming-of-age‌ ceremony, was already​ mature.

Marquess⁠ Belmiard had introduced‍ her to various‍​ practical matters. She‍​‍ oversaw planting and⁠​ harvesting at the‍​ granaries, reviewed livestock⁠‍ management, and even​ engaged in financial‌ tasks like lease‌ reviews, dispute resolution,‌‌ and military duties⁠‍ such as managing‌‍ the private army​ and weapons.

It⁠ was rumored she‍ harbored ambitions to⁠​‍ change the longstanding⁠⁠ family motto and‍⁠ inherit the title‌​​ to become head‌⁠​ of the family.‍ If true, she‍⁠‍ would be the⁠​‌ only female marquess⁠ in the western​‍ empire.

“…”‍‍‍

Though‍ she was still​‌‌ in the stage‌​ of gaining experience‍‌⁠ under the guidance‍ of veteran retainers,‌​​ she had already‍ learned enough about⁠ domain administration. To​‍ her, these social‍ circle games often‌​‌ seemed childish, the‌ pastimes of naïve‍‍ young ladies.

Still,‌‍ she fulfilled her⁠ duties as a noble lady, but‍‍‍ whenever she received‌‌‌ marriage proposals, she‍​ couldn’t help but‍⁠⁠ scoff.

Reading⁠⁠‍ the letters of⁠‍​ men puffed up⁠‍ with flowery language,⁠ trying to win‍‍ the heart of‌​ a girl who‌⁠‌ hadn’t even debuted‌⁠ socially, she thought,‍​ “So this is‌‌ what they call‍⁠ empty pomp.”

The‍‍ girl aspired to‌ be a ruler,​‌​ not to submit​⁠ to any man.⁠⁠ As if to⁠‌ prove it, she‍ rose from her​‍ seat, her red‍‌ hair cascading down—an‍‍⁠ imposing presence.

“Today⁠‍⁠ feels good. I might even cast‍⁠ a two-star spell.”‌

“Don’t​‍​ be greedy. Mastering⁠ magic is something⁠​ built firmly and‍ steadily.”

As​‌ Lady Ellen muttered‍​ to herself while⁠ leaving the corridor,‍‌‍ her elderly magic‌⁠ instructor followed behind,⁠ offering calm advice.‌⁠

***‍

Upon​⁠‌ entering the magical​ duel arena located‍ northeast of the​ noble district, Lady​​ Ellen felt a question arise and‌‍ asked,

“But‌⁠⁠ as far as⁠ I know, there⁠ isn’t a scheduled‍ magical duel today…‍ Who am I to practice with?”‍‌

“Today‍​​ we specially arranged‍ for a commoner⁠‌ to be your​ opponent, so you​ can practice offensive​ magic more seriously.”‌

“What?”⁠‍⁠

As⁠​ Ellen, her dress‍‌ trailing behind, entered‌ the magical duel⁠ arena, she cast‌ a glance at⁠ her elderly instructor.‍‍‌

The‌ old master was⁠‌‌ a man named​​‍ Felmier.

He⁠ had been trained⁠ directly by high-ranking‌‌ followers of the​​⁠ Prince Belmierd’s family​‍​ from the northern‍ empire, an old​ mage from the‌⁠ Maxton domain. Though‍‍⁠ a three-star exploration⁠‌‍ mage, he was​‍⁠ also quite skilled‌​ in combat and‍‌ summoning magic. And​‍ he was someone⁠ deeply rooted in​ aristocratic ideals.

Ellen,‍ too, was immersed​ in aristocratic society‌‌‌ and couldn’t be‌ said to lack‌‌‍ a sense of​‌ privilege or elitism.‍⁠ However, there were‍​ some points of⁠⁠ conflict with this⁠⁠‌ old magic instructor‍‍‍ named Felmir.

Like⁠​ the current problem.⁠

“The‌ person in front‌‌ of you in‍ the arena today‌‌‌ is just a commoner, so you⁠‍​ can practice your⁠‍ magic as much⁠‌‌ as you want.‍ A few injuries⁠ can be compensated⁠ with gold.”

“Felmier,‍⁠ did you come​​ all the way⁠‍⁠ from the cold‌​ north to Ebelstain‍⁠ to teach me‌⁠ to beat up‍​‍ commoners?”

“That‍⁠ is the meaning‌ of a duel.”‍‌

“Weren’t⁠ you the one​​ who taught me⁠‍​ that I must​​ always show courtesy,‌ refinement, and elegance?”​​

“That‍ applies to duels⁠‍ between nobles.”

Ellen⁠⁠ stopped walking toward‍ the arena and⁠​‌ looked at her​ old master with‍⁠‌ a piercing gaze.⁠‍

In‍‌ an age where‍⁠‍ the level of‌‌ magic among commoners‌⁠⁠ was so low‌​ that it barely‍⁠ required supervision, even⁠ the best of‍ commoners who received‌‌‌ attacks for a few coins were‍​‍ at most one-star—more‍ likely not even​​⁠ adept at basic​ magic.

Felmier‍ remained upright, hands‌ behind his back,⁠‍ unshaken by the‌ girl’s gaze.

Felmier​⁠⁠ was no stranger​ to Ellen’s character.⁠‌

He‌⁠​ considered it shameful‌⁠‌ to use full‍⁠‌ strength against an‌ inferior and barbaric‍​​ to cast magic‍ on an opponent⁠​⁠ who could barely​‌​ defend themselves.

Unlike‌‍‌ Felmier, who saw‍​​ commoners as something‌ between animals and‍⁠ humans, Ellen believed​⁠ they should at‌‍​ least be treated‍‌ as people.

“Still,​​ I’ve summoned a commoner who can​‌​ handle one-star magic.​⁠ They won’t be‍⁠ able to resist⁠​‍ much.”

“And⁠ you call that‌ a reason…?”

“If‍ you truly respect‌‍‌ your opponent, give‌ it your all.​‍‌ Isn’t that the‍​ etiquette of the‌‌​ dueling arena?”

Felmier‌ was a tutor⁠ whose words flowed⁠⁠​ like a clear⁠‍ mountain stream. Ellen‍‌ could only sigh⁠‌​ deeply.

“Then​ today, let’s focus​‌ on mastering combat‌ and confusion magic​ among one-star spells.”‍​‍

“If⁠ it seems wrong,⁠‌ I’ll stop.”

“With‌‌ that attitude, you’ll‌​‌ never improve.”

Ellen‍‍ let her master’s​⁠ words go in‌‌ one ear and‌ out the other⁠ as she made‌‌​ her way into‍‌‍ the arena.

***​​

“My⁠‌⁠ goodness, he’s still⁠ just a kid.”⁠⁠

Ellen⁠​⁠ couldn’t help but‍ frown again.

The‌ boy sitting on⁠​​ the other side‌​ of the training⁠‌‍ field, adjusting his⁠ boots, didn’t seem⁠​​ older than Ellen’s​ peers.

Commoners,​‌‌ even first-class mages,⁠ were usually older.‍ Only nobles could‌ typically master high-level‍ magic at a young age.

It⁠‍ was obvious he​​ was just someone​‌ who had barely‍​‌ managed to manifest‍⁠‌ a bit of⁠‌‌ magical power—or had‍‌ gotten lucky.

He‌‌ looked like a mercenary.

It‍​ seemed Felmier had‍​​ submitted a request‍​ to the mercenary​‍ guild in the‌⁠ tavern district and⁠⁠‍ brought someone.

“…”‌‍⁠

Noticing‌ Ellen’s arrival, the⁠⁠ boy dusted off‍⁠ his boots and‌ stood up, bowing⁠ politely.

His‍​​ tidy robe, leather‌‌ belt, the metallic​‌ part of his⁠‍⁠ scabbard at his‌⁠​ hip, and even‌ the buckle on​ his belt and‍ the buttons on‌‍‍ his robe shone—he⁠‌ clearly wasn’t a street beggar.

His​‌ hair was white‌ as snow, and‍‌⁠ his eyes, like‍⁠​ Ellen’s, were red.⁠

For​‌‌ some reason, his⁠‍ appearance felt strange.​ He was definitely​‌ just a boy‌ Ellen’s age, but‌​‌ there was an‌ inexplicable maturity to​​ him.

‘…He’s‌‌ not anyone important,‌ right?’

“My​‌ name is Dereck.”​‍

“Ellen.”‍​

Ellen‍‍‌ didn’t bother revealing‍ her full name.⁠​ He didn’t deserve​‍ such formality, and⁠‍ besides, it seemed‍‌‍ he already knew​ it.

Yet​​‍ oddly, the name⁠ Dereck sounded familiar,‌​ as if she​ had heard it​ somewhere before. It⁠‍​ must have been⁠‍ a name she‌​ heard in passing,‌​‌ but it felt​‌⁠ like a distant⁠‌ memory, hard to‍ recall.

Ellen‌​ touched the end‌‌ of her chin‌‍‌ several times, lost⁠‌⁠ in thought, but‌ unearthing buried memories⁠ wasn’t easy.

There‍​‍ was always a reason why Ellen​​ remembered a commoner’s​‍‍ name. There had‍‌ to be a reason this name​⁠ also sounded familiar.​

She‍​‌ tilted her head⁠ a few times,⁠‌ pondering, but nothing⁠‌ special came to⁠‍ mind—just her wavy‍ red hair tickling‌⁠‌ her neck now‌‌ and then.

“How⁠⁠‌ much magic can⁠​‌ you use?”

“I‍⁠‍ can handle first-class‍‌ magic to some⁠ extent.”

So​ he had learned‌​‍ high-level magic.

Considering‌ the boy’s age,‍⁠ it was quite​​‍ an accomplishment, but​​ clearly, he was‌ far behind Ellen,​ who was already‍‍⁠ approaching the threshold‌​⁠ of second-class magic.​​

Ellen⁠​ considered telling the​‍ boy to leave​​⁠ and looked to⁠ Felmir for approval.‌‌ But Felmier, eyes‌⁠ firmly shut, shook‍⁠⁠ his head. The‌ stubborn old man‍​‌ always managed to‍⁠‍ make Ellen sigh.​‌⁠

“Do​‌‍ you know the​ basic rules of​‍​ a magic duel?”‍⁠‍

“Yes.​​ I only know⁠ the basics, but⁠‌⁠ I’ve seen and​⁠‌ heard enough.”

“Good,‍​ that’s lucky. Endure‍‍ as much as​⁠​ you can. I’ll​​ make it quick.”‌‌

Power‍⁠⁠ began to flow​ from Ellen’s fingertips.‌⁠‍ The influence of⁠‌ her magic caused​‌​ her red hair‌⁠ to stir, and‌‍‌ the adornments on‌‌‌ her luxurious dress​‌⁠ fluttered.

Among⁠‍⁠ the nobility, she​⁠ was known for​ her rapid magical​​⁠ progress, and as‍ she grew, her‌ magical power had‍ manifested clearly. She​ truly was someone‍ with exceptional talent.‌‌

***​​‌

Showing​ off in front‍⁠‌ of a common⁠‌‌ boy who roamed​ the underworld of​‌‍ mercenaries would only‌‌​ stain one’s dignity.‍‍‍ The girl summoned​ her magic mechanically,​ without a trace‌⁠ of emotion on⁠ her face.

It‍​‍ would be better⁠‌‌ for both of⁠ them if this⁠‌ ended quickly. For⁠‌ Ellen, it wouldn’t​ leave a bad​⁠ taste, and for‌‍‌ the boy, it​​‍ would mean easy⁠‌ gold.

That’s‌‍⁠ when Ellen began‍⁠ to release more‍​‍ magic.

“Hold⁠​ out as much‌​⁠ as you can…⁠‍ What do you​⁠‍ mean by that?”⁠‍‌

“What?”‌

“It​​‍ would help if‍​ you could specify​⁠‌ the level of⁠‍​ resistance required.”

Ellen​‍ looked at Dereck​ in disbelief at⁠⁠ his words.

Even⁠‍​ when a one-star​ mage was amassing‍‍ magic right in‍‌⁠ front of him,⁠⁠ the boy showed​‍ no signs of​​‌ tension.

“…What​⁠‌ kind of nonsense‌​⁠ is that?”

“I’m​ a mercenary. As⁠⁠ you know, mercenaries⁠⁠ take pride in‌⁠ fulfilling their client’s‍ objectives.”

Looking‌⁠​ into the boy’s​‍ eyes, which remained⁠‌ as serious as​ ever, Ellen wondered⁠⁠ what he was‌⁠ trying to say.‌​

“I​ came here in​ response to a request to assist⁠​ with magical abilities.‍ If that’s the​ case, how much‍‌ resistance should I offer to best​​‍ aid in Ellen’s‌⁠‌ magic training?”

Ellen‍⁠‍ hadn’t realized it,‌‍ but Dereck had​‌‌ refined this principle‍‌⁠ through countless mercenary​‌ jobs. He was​‍ a seasoned mercenary,‍ after all.

A mercenary’s prime directive‌‍ was to fulfill⁠‍​ the client’s objective.⁠⁠‌ Whether it was‍ slaying monsters, confronting​⁠ bandits, or escorting⁠​​ caravans, every action‌ and decision revolved‍‌ around the client’s‍‌​ wish.

If​ the client’s wish⁠‌⁠ was to improve⁠ magical ability and​ had paid a fair price, Dereck‌⁠‍ would act to⁠⁠ fulfill that goal.‍‍ That’s why he​​ looked at Ellen​ with such sincerity.​‍

He‍​‌ could have casually‍​ said taking a few hits and‌⁠ losing was enough,​‌ but if the‌‍ heart of the‍‌⁠ request truly lay⁠⁠⁠ in mastering magic,​​ Dereck’s approach would‍ shift completely.

And⁠ that sincerity was‌ what made clients‍ seek out Dereck⁠‌⁠ among many other​⁠ mercenaries. Not just‍​ anyone could make​⁠ a name for‌​‌ themselves in the​ cutthroat world of⁠ mercenaries.

But‌⁠ that was a tale for the⁠⁠ lowest rung of‌⁠‌ the mercenary ladder.⁠​ There was no⁠ reason or need​⁠‌ for a noble​​ lady soaring among​⁠‍ the clouds to‍ understand such things.​

“Ha.”​

Ellen‌⁠ scoffed and replied‌‌‍ indifferently:

“Didn’t‌​​ I already tell‌ you? Hold out⁠​​ with all your⁠ strength.”

“Understood.”‌‍

—Whoosh!‌‍

Ignoring‌ Dereck’s pointless question,​‍⁠ Ellen began to‍ unleash a large​‌ spell from her​‌ hands.

Even⁠​ among one-star spells,‍‍ the caliber varied‌‍ by user. And⁠‍‌ the magical aura‌ flowing from Ellen’s‌ hands clearly had‌‌ a different quality⁠‍ than that of⁠ an average one-star⁠‌​ spell.

“Oh,‍‍ wind that sweeps​ the earth…”

In‌ an instant, Ellen⁠‍ continued her incantation,‌⁠‍ summoning the one-star⁠​ spell ‘Shockwave.’

Though‍​‍ most combat spells⁠ took elemental form,⁠ this one was‍‍⁠ purely kinetic, designed​ to hurl the‌​‍ opponent away.

***‌​‍

In‌‌ most combat situations,​​‍ mages who needed‌ to keep their⁠​​ distance primarily used⁠ this spell. In‌⁠ duels like this,‍ it was often‌⁠​ employed to knock‌‍​ the opponent out‌‌ of bounds and⁠ decide the match⁠‍‌ quickly.

Without‍ proper preparation, one‌ wouldn’t even realize‌‍⁠ what had happened‍‌ before being thrown‍ beyond the fence.‍⁠

In⁠‍⁠ a dignified magic‍​‍ duel, where courtesy‌​​ was paramount, such‍⁠ a violent spell‌⁠ was not allowed—but​‍ Ellen’s only goal⁠⁠‍ was to send‍​​ the commoner flying,‍​ give him a gold coin, and‍ send him home.⁠‍

Thus,‌ the spell fired​‌​ from Ellen’s hands‍​‌ shot toward Dereck.⁠⁠‍

Dereck’s⁠​ red eyes widened​​​ instantly. Ellen felt‍⁠​ a strange dissonance⁠‍​ at that moment.‌​

—Swoosh!⁠​

With‍​ a light sidestep,​⁠ Dereck dodged the‍‍ shockwave.

Because​‍ the shockwave had​ no visible form,‍ one had to‌ swiftly sense the​‌ magic and guess‌ its range. This‍‌‌ was natural for‍‍‌ those skilled in‍ magic use—and required⁠ agility to avoid.‌‍

At‌ that moment, Ellen​‍⁠ narrowed her eyes⁠​ and quickly reevaluated‌⁠ Dereck.

‘He’s‍​‌ not just any​​ commoner, is he…?’⁠‌

Rapidly⁠ accumulating more magic,‍ she created one-star​‍ ice spears.

The‌​ one-star ice spears​ Diella had just‍‌‌ learned were small‌‌ and few, but⁠​‌ Ellen’s—now advanced—were larger​‌‍ than a person’s‍ torso, and they‌​ easily numbered over⁠ a dozen.

‘But…!⁠‍ I don’t want‌‍‍ to waste energy⁠ unnecessarily, so I should finish this⁠‍⁠ quickly…!’

If​​ many ice spears‍‌​ were launched with⁠⁠⁠ no blind spots,⁠‌ there would be‌ no escape.

One⁠ or two might‌ be handled with​‌​ cleverness, but against⁠ a multitude, a mercenary’s agility meant⁠ nothing.

Then⁠​ Ellen shifted her​ gaze toward Dereck‍⁠ to direct the‍‍ spears—

—Clang!⁠ Clang! Crash!

Before‌‍ she knew it,‍‍ all the floating‍ ice spears around⁠ Ellen had been​​⁠ shattered.

—Crack!‌

Time⁠‍ seemed to slow‍‍‌ for a moment.‍​‍

The‍​ shattered ice fragments⁠ vanished gradually. The⁠​ flickering sparkles reflected‍⁠​ in Ellen’s wide‍ eyes.

What⁠‍ Ellen saw was‍ Dereck, his fist‍‌‌ raised and clenched‍⁠ tightly. She had​⁠‌ just witnessed the⁠ aftermath of his⁠ control over magic⁠ flow.

Had​​ he, in that​‌ brief instant, fired​‌ as many magic​‍⁠ arrows as there⁠‌ were ice spears​‌⁠ and destroyed them​ all?

The⁠⁠‌ issue was that⁠ none of these⁠‌‌ processes had been‌​⁠ visible. No chanting,‍‍‍ no awkward delays‌ while controlling magic.⁠

The⁠⁠ magic flowed seamlessly,‌⁠ making it impossible⁠ for the opponent‍​ to detect.

From‌‌‌ the precise impact⁠‍⁠ of multiple magic‌ arrows on each⁠ ice spear, one‌‍ could sense a different caliber of⁠‌ skill in magic​ use.

Hadn’t⁠‍ he claimed to‌ be a one-star​ mage?

Even‍​ if one was‍⁠ a one-star mage,⁠ could such mastery‌​​ be achieved with‍‌‍ extreme training?

The‌‌ boy opened his‍⁠ tightly clenched fist,​ then seemed to⁠ loosen his wrist,‍‌ shaking it lightly.‌

Ellen’s‌ eyes narrowed further.⁠⁠

Then,⁠‌⁠ with great force,⁠ she leapt backward,‍ summoning her magic‌ once more. Her​ expression was now​ entirely serious.

The⁠‌ girl, sharp with‌ magical intuition, had‍‌ discerned it in​ just two exchanges.‌‌

He⁠​ wasn’t someone who‍ could be taken⁠⁠‍ lightly.

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