Indra Translations
Navigation
Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 23: Belmiard (3)

Chapter 23: Belmiard (3)

“For⁠ a commoner, his⁠‍​ level of magic⁠ is quite impressive.⁠ It seems the​⁠⁠ rumors about that​‍‌ veteran mercenary weren’t‌ exaggerated.”

Felmier‍‌ downplayed the praise‌​ Jayden had given⁠​ about Dereck. After​‍‍ all, the standards‍ of commoners were⁠ usually mediocre.

It‌ was true that⁠ his limits were⁠ evident—he primarily used‌​ one-star magic—but the​‌⁠ finesse with which​⁠‌ he handled the‍‌‍ flow of magical​ power was the‍ most refined Felmier‍‌ had seen among‍⁠ the common folk.​‌‍

Sometimes,​⁠⁠ individuals from humble​ backgrounds emerged who‍​ might have had‌ different futures. Rarely,⁠‍⁠ such people appeared‌‍‍ among commoners, but‌ most gave up​​ when faced with​‌‍ the wall of‍‌ bloodline.

Watching​‍ noble-born mages quickly‌‍ reach levels that‌​ had cost Felmier‍⁠ years of grueling​ effort was hard​​‍ to swallow. In‌ the realm of⁠‍ magic, lineage was‌​ everything—first, second, and​⁠‌ third.

That‍‍‌ mercenary, though young,‌‍​ seemed to retain​​ his determination intact.⁠‌⁠ For Ellen, there‌‌ was no better⁠ training partner. No‍ need for formalities‍ like with other‍⁠ nobles—a fair exchange⁠‍ of blows was​ possible, and even‌⁠‍ if they hurt‌​ each other during⁠‍ combat, it wouldn’t‍‌‍ be a big‌⁠‍ issue.

Felmier⁠‌​ recalled the confident⁠ look on Jayden’s​​ face when recommending​ Dereck. Without a doubt, the wisdom⁠⁠ of a mercenary‌‍‌ famous in the⁠​⁠ War of Dawn‌ was on another​⁠‌ level.

“Was​‍ it the Beldern‌ Mercenary Group…? It‍‍⁠ seems Lord Belmiard​‍ would be interested.”​

Thinking⁠ he should remember​ the name of‍ the group, Felmier​​‌ continued observing the​ duel. It remained‍ in near-perfect balance.‌‌

***​

“Oh,‌​​ fire of judgment​ that punishes all…”⁠

—Buzz!⁠

Reciting‌ a unique incantation​ from the Regulated​⁠‌ Academy, Ellen, after‍‍‍ creating some distance,⁠ summoned one-star fire‌​ magic again.

This‌‍⁠ time, with a serious expression, she​‍ called forth her​⁠‌ specialty: the fire‍ spell series.

A dozen small fire⁠ arrows formed in⁠ the air.

Dereck’s‌​⁠ red eyes blinked​ once, and in⁠‌​ an instant, he‍​ recognized the flow​ of the magic.‍ Ellen also caught​ his gaze in‍⁠ that brief moment.​⁠‍

“He’s​‍ already predicting the‍ direction of my​‌ magic…!”

Ellen⁠‍​ quickly re-evaluated her‌⁠ strategy. If she​⁠ used magic conventionally,​‍‌ Dereck would find​‌‍ a way to‍ neutralize it just‌⁠ as he had‍​ moments ago. Magic​‍ carried the caster’s‌ intent.

By​ following its flow,‌⁠ manifestation, and speed‌ of change, one‌ could sometimes guess‌‌ the user’s purpose.‌​

Dereck⁠ was an expert​⁠ in that.

More‌​ than that, he​ was a master⁠⁠‍ duelist. Ellen could⁠ easily tell he‌​ had honed his​‌ ability to read‌​⁠ magical flow through‍⁠‍ real combat.

Among‌ demonkind, mutants with‍ magical abilities occasionally‌ appeared, so reading⁠⁠‌ spells wasn’t an‌‌ option—it was essential‌ for hunting and‍‍⁠ killing them.

If‌⁠ Dereck truly was⁠‍ a veteran, half-hearted‌⁠ attacks would only‌ serve him.

Thus,⁠⁠⁠ a spell unleashed‌ indiscriminately in all‌ directions would be​⁠​ more effective in⁠ overpowering him.

With⁠ magical barriers protecting‍‍ the exterior of⁠‍ the arena, there​​‍ was no worry‌‍​ about destroying the​ building. Ellen made‍​‍ her decision in​‌​ an instant.

In‌ a flash of​‌ instinct, she changed‌‌‍ all her plans.​

The‌​⁠ dozen fire arrows​ bloomed—not targeting a single point, but​​‌ intending to engulf‍​ the entire platform.‌⁠

“Oh…?”​‍

Dereck’s⁠ eyes widened in‍ surprise. It was​ an interesting decision.‌‍

Though‌‍ Dereck had witnessed​⁠ noble marvels many​‍‌ times, it was⁠⁠‌ rare to see⁠‌ mages of that‌ age adapt and‌ change tactics so‍​⁠ quickly.

Noble‌‍⁠ mages, with their‍ vast mana reserves‍ and power, could​ easily crush commoners.⁠​‍ But having always⁠​ lived as the‍‌⁠ strong, they often​‍ lacked the ability‍‌⁠ to adapt quickly‌‌ or apply magic⁠‌‌ to changing situations.‍​

Adaptability‍⁠ and deception tended‌​⁠ to develop in‌ the hands of​​ the weak.

That’s‌‌ why Ellen’s quick​ judgment could be‍‍ considered innate.

—Boom!⁠‌‌

The⁠ magical current expanded‍⁠ in all directions,‌​‌ making it unpredictable.‍

Dereck‌‌‌ swiftly reorganized his​‌ magic to defend.‍‍​

In⁠​‍ a square arena​⁠ like that, the​​‌ edges were the​⁠ least likely to‌‍ be hit.

If‌ the opponent’s attack‍‍‍ lacked a pattern,‌ it was best⁠ to secure a more favorable position.​

Dereck⁠ leapt to a corner, cloaking himself​ in magic. After‌​ neutralizing several incoming‌‍ fire arrows, he​‍ quickly prepared for​‌ a counterattack.

“I​⁠​ knew you’d be‌⁠​ there.”

Ellen‍ had sensed Dereck’s​‍​ position in an‍​‌ instant and finished‌ casting her next⁠⁠⁠ spell.

The‌​‍ flurry of fire​ arrows had been‍ a smokescreen to‌‍ corner Dereck and‍​⁠ ensure her next‌‌ spell would hit.‌

From⁠⁠ the scale of​ the spell used​ merely as a distraction, it wasn’t⁠‍ hard to deduce​⁠ she had considerable​ magical power.

Dereck​ was already slightly‌‍ delayed in manifesting​⁠​ his magic while‍​ handling the fire‍​ arrows.

Ellen⁠⁠​ used that moment‍​ to strike, starting⁠‍⁠ to launch ice‍ spears. This time,​⁠ she was determined​ not to let⁠ them be neutralized⁠​‌ like before.

However,​⁠‍ Dereck had already‍ read all her⁠⁠‍ intentions.

He​​ closed his eyes‍ briefly, then raised‍ his hand and‌ used the one-star‍​ spell Creation of⁠⁠‍ Light at full‌‌⁠ power.

—Flash!‌‍‌

Instantly,‌ the light obscured‍ vision.

Dereck⁠ wasn’t very confident​​⁠ in transformation magic,‌‌​ but it was‍‍ effective enough to‍ create an opening‌ during a duel.⁠‌

Seeing‌‌ the light, Ellen‍ instinctively closed her‌​‌ eyes.

However,‌​⁠ she sharpened her‌​ hearing and surrounded⁠⁠ herself with a defensive spell.

“Good‌​ reaction.”

Dereck‍‌ quickly activated his⁠​​ magic and commented‌​ mentally.

At⁠‍ every moment, Ellen‌ made optimal decisions—without‌‌ a doubt, she‌​ was exceptional.

Even‍⁠‌ with her eyes​ shut, she focused‌‌​ all her hearing‌‍⁠ to counter Dereck’s‍⁠‌ magic.

‘If​⁠‌ I focus on​‌​ magical aura and​ sounds, I can⁠‍ defend…! So I’ll⁠ wait until the​ direction is clear…!’‌‍

—Clang!​‍

At⁠⁠​ that moment, one‍ of Dereck’s magic‌​ arrows struck Ellen’s​‌‌ barrier.

Her‌​ reaction was slightly‍​​ delayed, but she⁠ managed to block‍⁠ Dereck’s attack with​ a belatedly cast​ spell. Its offensive‌ power wasn’t that‌​ great.

Ellen​ narrowed her eyes‍ to locate Dereck.⁠ The light had‍‍ faded, and the​⁠ white-haired mage, once‌‌⁠ again manifesting offensive‍‌ magic, came into⁠‌ view.

‘I‍​ can’t hear anything…!’⁠⁠‍

She​‍⁠ had vaguely sensed⁠⁠ the direction of‍‍⁠ his magic, but‌​⁠ hearing no approaching‌ sound meant… the‌​‌ spell had been‌ deliberately silenced.

‘Confusion​​​ magic…! He even‍ anticipated I’d rely‌ on sound…!’

Among​ the basic one-star​‍ confusion spells was⁠‌‍ sound blocking.

Switching‍​​ between different types‌‌ of magic like​ that was very​​⁠ difficult. Dereck’s magic‌‍ arrows were relatively‌ weak due to​ the difficulty of​‍ focusing on a single incantation in‌ such an environment.​

But‌⁠⁠ if it had‍​ been a stronger​​​ two-star spell, the‌⁠⁠ barrier would’ve manifested⁠ under the attack—and⁠​ the duel would​‍⁠ be over.

The​ only reason the⁠ duel continued was⁠‌ that the opponent​ was a one-star​⁠⁠ mage. Realizing this,​ Ellen clenched her‍​ teeth and unleashed​ more magic.

“If‍ he keeps challenging‍ me technically, I’ll‌⁠ crush him with​‌‌ overwhelming power!”

Ellen‍‍ gathered more mana‌​ and leapt back.‌​

But‍ Dereck, grasping her‍‍ intent, closed the​​ distance swiftly.

“He’s​ going into close⁠‌⁠ combat…? Confident in⁠​ his manifestation speed?”‍‍​

Quick⁠‌‍ spellcasting was Ellen’s⁠ specialty.

She⁠‌ had confidence in‍ her offensive power,⁠ but wouldn’t shy​​‍ from a speed⁠‍ contest either.

Her‌ gaze locked onto​ Dereck’s fingertips.

While⁠‍ she focused, magic⁠ gathered at his⁠⁠ fingers, and she‌⁠ prepared to pierce‌⁠​ his barrier with‍ her ice spears.‌

—Pak!‌

However,​​ Dereck’s magic activated⁠ half a beat​ faster than Ellen⁠‍​ had anticipated.

As⁠ a typical mage‍ of the Regulated‍⁠ Academy, she assumed‍​ the spell from⁠ his fingers would‍‌ envelop her… but⁠​‌ Dereck’s magic was⁠ different.

As‍⁠ he approached Ellen‍⁠ and stomped the‌‌ ground, force erupted⁠ from beneath.

Manifestation​‌ of Force, a one-star spell.

The⁠‍ image of energy​ bursting from the⁠ foot used to‍ kick off the‌ ground.

Ellen,‍‌ mouth agape in‌⁠​ surprise, barely managed⁠ to cast her‌ spell and received‌‍ the attack.

—Bzzz!‌ Bang!

Witnessing‌ such a manifestation‌‌​ for the first⁠ time, Dereck was‌​ surprised by the‌ skilled counter. He‌ hadn’t expected such⁠ a perfect defense.⁠‍

But‌​⁠ in truth, Ellen‌​ was even more⁠‍ astonished. She had⁠‌​ never seen magic⁠ used like that.‌

“Phew…”‌

After‍‍ calming down, Ellen‍⁠‌ gathered her magic‌⁠ once more.

She⁠ wouldn’t accept a direct attack again.⁠ To hit that‍ boy, she would​⁠ need to create‌ an opening with⁠​‌ another feint.

Several‌‌ more exchanges of​ spells followed, but⁠‌ the boy dodged⁠‌‌ with exceptional agility.‍‍

His‌⁠⁠ freeform magical control​‌‍ was so unpredictable​​ it confused the‍⁠‍ Regulated Academy’s systematic‍‍ approach.

The‍ wonders of the‍ Academy, almost entirely‌‍​ explored through theory,⁠ could be maximized​ efficiently within predictable‌ boundaries when followed⁠⁠ correctly.

But‍​⁠ the boy’s use‌ of magic seemed‌ inefficient and incomplete,​⁠‍ like playing with‌‍‌ a different theory.‌

Still,⁠‍ that made him​‍ even more unpredictable—like⁠​ facing a swordsman⁠ who held his‍ blade backward or‍ flung it wildly.‍

Though‍ with composure, such‌ tricks could easily‍ be overcome.

When​‍‍ Dereck stepped back⁠ to gather magic,‌ Ellen closed the​​ distance with an​‌ attack.

Preparing‌‍ a quick magic‌ arrow, Dereck readied‌‍‍ his counterattack, but‌ Ellen, with a sly grin, lifted‌⁠‍ her skirt.

“So⁠ this is how⁠‍ it’s done?”

With‌‌ a graceful lift⁠‌‌ of her skirt⁠‌ and a bold‍​ leap, she unleashed‌ a Shockwave spell⁠‌‌ on Dereck.

She⁠‌ had imitated Dereck’s​ magic casting after⁠‌ seeing it only‌ once. She was⁠ a mage who⁠ learned incredibly fast.‌

Ellen⁠⁠​ deliberately targeted his​ weak point, not⁠‌ expecting to be⁠ hit by his​​ own method.

However,⁠​​ using unorthodox magic‌‌‌ against Dereck wasn’t‌⁠​ the best strategy.‍‍

—Bang!​​

Dereck‍ capitalized on the‍‍​ spell and redirected⁠ the Shockwave Ellen⁠​ had released.

— Poorly imitating Wild‍‍⁠ Faction magic would‌‌ only lead to​​‌ being outplayed.

Ellen,⁠‌‌ unaware of this,‌ was surprised by​ Dereck’s action. She‍‌ had never seen⁠‍‍ a technique that‍ used the opponent’s‍‍​ magic against them.⁠⁠

—Bang!‌

—Boom!⁠‍‍ Crack!

The‍​ redirected force passed⁠⁠ dangerously close to⁠‍ Ellen’s ear.

The​ blast struck the⁠‍ empty ground, making​⁠‍ a deadly sound.‌

If‌ that previous attack⁠‌ had been direct,‍​‌ the duel would⁠‍ have ended right‍ then.

Ellen‌⁠ rushed to gather‌‍‌ her magic again,​⁠⁠ but after casting‍⁠‍ a spell, there‌ was always a brief gap.

And​ Dereck wouldn’t let​⁠ such an opportunity‍ pass. As she⁠‍ gathered her power,‍​‍ he sensed the⁠⁠ next attack wouldn’t‍‌ be countered.

That​ was when Dereck‌‌ launched his next⁠ assault.

—Ding!‌⁠‌ Ding! Ding!

The⁠ bells at the⁠​ corner of the​‍ platform, filled with⁠ magic, began to​⁠ chime on their⁠‌‍ own.

They‍ marked the end‌⁠‌ of the duel.‌​⁠ According to the‌‍ rules, any match‍ undecided after 10⁠ minutes was declared‌‌‍ a draw.

“Well‌​ done,” Dereck said,​‌ as if he’d‍‍‍ been waiting to‍ say it.

Ellen‌‍‌ looked straight at‌‍‍ him, eyes red,‌ silently watching Dereck.‌‍

***‍⁠

“You’re‍⁠‍ a great mage.”​

After​​ several exchanges, Ellen,​‍‍ having acknowledged Dereck’s⁠⁠ magical skill, spoke‌​ gracefully as she‌‍ adjusted her dress.‌⁠

Her‌‌ demeanor and posture⁠​⁠ had changed significantly‍ since before the‍‍⁠ duel. Though she⁠ had looked down‍​‌ on him inwardly,‌ she chose to‍​‍ show him a bit of courtesy⁠‌⁠ now.

“If‍ you could use​‌⁠ stronger magic, the⁠ result would have​‌​ been easy,” she‌​⁠ said.

“That’s⁠⁠​ not true. Lady‍​‍ Ellen, among all‍‍​ the nobles I’ve⁠​ seen, your command⁠ of magic is‍ the best. Truly,​‌ the Countess Belmiard​ is exceptional.”

“Well,‌⁠​ we’ll see.”

After⁠‌‍ the duel, Ellen’s‍⁠⁠ attendants approached and​​‌ quickly began tidying​‍‌ her appearance and‌​‌ hair.

A noble lady couldn’t⁠⁠‍ lose her dignity‍ for even a moment; not even‍ a brief duel‍‌​ justified a disheveled‌​‍ look.

Ellen⁠ sat on a chair in the⁠‍ corner of the​⁠‍ arena, brushing her​‌‍ hair.

Still,‍⁠‌ her expression seemed⁠⁠‍ quite satisfied, as​ if she had⁠ enjoyed the duel.⁠​

“I​‍ heard you’re not‌⁠ from a special​‌ lineage, yet you’re⁠ very well-trained. That​‍‌ must have taken⁠‌ great effort.”

“More‍⁠‌ like, it was⁠ a situation I couldn’t avoid. When​‍ you join a mercenary group to‍⁠​ make a living,‍‌ you end up‍‍ doing things you​​‌ don’t like.”

“No​⁠‌ need for such⁠‌ modest excuses. I admire those who​‌ put in effort.”‍

Though⁠‌⁠ lacking in noble​ blood, commoners who⁠‌⁠ rose to the‌‍ three-star rank were‍ born once in⁠⁠ a generation. Surely,‌ people like that⁠ didn’t surrender to‌ their circumstances—they persevered‌‍ until they reached​​⁠ that level.

Ellen,‌⁠​ concluding that Dereck’s‍ life had been⁠‌ more a thorny​⁠ path than a bed of roses,​‍‌ gave him a small encouragement.

“That⁠⁠ grumpy old man‍​‍ off the platform‌⁠‌ pretending to be‌‌ dignified—I don’t like​ him much, so‌​‌ best not to‌ get on his⁠​ bad side, right?”‌​‍

Ellen‍⁠ said with a sly smile, nodding⁠ toward Felmier, who‌ stood with his​‍‌ hands behind his‍⁠ back outside the⁠‍ platform.

Dereck​ didn’t bother to‌ look in that⁠⁠​ direction. There was‍⁠​ no point in⁠⁠ revealing they were​ talking about him.⁠

Ellen​‍​ felt pleased by⁠⁠ his discretion and​ found herself trying‌ to remember where‌ she had heard‍⁠‍ the boy’s name‍ before.

“Today’s​​‍ duel was rather⁠‌⁠ inspiring. Perhaps the‌⁠‌ next magical encounter​⁠ will yield better‌ results.”

“Lady​‌ Ellen, your dueling⁠‌​ skills are exceptional,⁠⁠ so I don’t⁠⁠‌ think you need‌ to worry too​​‌ much.”

“Hmm?⁠ Well, mediocre mages‍ are no match​ for me, but‍‌ I don’t even​ consider a duel‌​‌ with someone like‌ that a real​ one.”

Ellen⁠ spoke while brushing‍‍‍ her hair several⁠ times and lowering⁠⁠​ her gaze.

“There’s‌​⁠ only one person‍ I truly want⁠⁠​ to defeat.”

“…Is‌⁠‌ there someone more‍‌ skilled in dueling‍ than Lady Ellen?”⁠‌‌

“Almost‌ no one. There’s‌⁠ just one opponent​⁠ I’ve faced repeatedly‌‌​ and never managed⁠​ to beat.”

Ellen⁠ didn’t bother to‌‍ mention the name.‌‍

But‍‍‍ guessing who it‌‍ was wasn’t difficult.​

The​ mages of the⁠⁠‍ Rose Hall, to‍​ which Ellen belonged,‍ generally didn’t surpass‍ her level.

If​​ there was one‌⁠ noblewoman who matched‌‍ her magical skill,⁠⁠‍ it could only⁠‌​ be someone from⁠‍⁠ the Beltus or​ Duplain families.

It​​‍ was widely rumored⁠ that Denise from‌‍‍ the Beltus family​‍ had been defeated⁠⁠ by her several​⁠⁠ times, so by⁠​ process of elimination,​⁠ only Aiselin from‌‍​ the Duplain family‌​‌ remained.

“…”‍

Every‍⁠​ time Ellen thought​⁠‍ of her, a strange tension furrowed​⁠​ her brow.

Aiselin,‍ often compared to⁠ a blooming lily‌ in the gardens​ of House Duplain,‍‌ surpassed Ellen in​ every way.

The⁠​ Belmiard family couldn’t​‍ compete with the⁠‌‍ Duplains in lineage,‌‌⁠ and surpassing Aiselin​​⁠ in grace and‌‍‌ noble elegance was‍‍‌ no easy task.​‍‌

She​‌⁠ was a girl​ who excelled in‌‍ every aspect of⁠ feminine education, seemingly​⁠ flawless.

Even‍‍⁠ her character was‍‍‌ impeccable; those who‌​⁠ had spoken with‌ her a few⁠‌⁠ times praised her‍​ as a person⁠‍‍ of absolute integrity.⁠‍‌

Normally,⁠​ when someone encountered​⁠⁠ someone vastly superior,‌ they felt admiration.​​

People‌⁠​ called that worship​ of someone unattainable‌ idolatry, no matter​ how much they‍‍ tried.

But‍‍ respect and admiration‌ were emotions reserved​ for distant figures.‌‌

For⁠⁠ someone who seemed‌ almost within reach‍ but not quite,​⁠ those feelings didn’t​⁠ arise. Instead, the‍‍⁠ opposite often emerged:​ envy and resentment.⁠

If⁠ Ellen, who seemed‌ to have it⁠‌‍ all, had one⁠ flaw she could​ never overcome in‍ life, it was‌ her hatred for⁠ the one who‍⁠‌ stood at the‌‌ top—the one who‌‌ had defeated her.​‌‌

Dereck,‌‌ sensing her sudden‌ silence, lowered his‍​‍ head subtly, pretending⁠‌⁠ not to notice.‍⁠

Though⁠ she didn’t show⁠​⁠ it openly, this⁠‌‍ girl admired by​⁠ many was the‍‍⁠ embodiment of envy.⁠

If⁠‍⁠ she lost in‍ family prestige, in‍ development as a woman, in elegance…​⁠‍ shouldn’t she at​ least win in​ magic, the field‌‌ she believed in?⁠

Questions‍ like these were‌​ silenced by Lady‍​ Aiselin’s extraordinary magical‌​⁠ talent, which even​‌​ complemented her grace‌‍ with power.

It⁠‌ was a complete‌ defeat in every⁠ aspect.

Yet​ the tantalizing distance​‌​ that seemed within‌‍ reach if only‌‌ she gritted her​ teeth and climbed‍⁠‌ higher, dragged her‌‌ deeper into the⁠‌‌ abyss. The world​ called this abyss⁠​‍ an inferiority complex.‌

“Thank‍ you for your‌ effort.”

Ellen‍⁠‍ dismissed Dereck curtly.‍⁠⁠

Every‍‍‍ time she thought‌‌⁠ of Aiselin, a cold irrationality tainted⁠ her mood.

Shaking⁠​ her head sharply,‍‌​ she considered it‌​‍ a bad habit.‍‍

Still,⁠‌ it seemed a new inspiration in‍ magic had struck​ her, and she⁠ reflected that she⁠⁠ should dress properly‍ and train more.​‍⁠

Aiselin.‍‍‌

As​⁠ soon as she‍‌ thought of her,⁠‌ a chain of⁠⁠​ memories suddenly surfaced.​​ Ellen’s pupils dilated‌‌ instantly.

It‍‌ was a conversation‌ buried deep in‌‍ her memory, long​‍ eroded by time.​

Though​ winter’s chill was​ near, it had⁠⁠ been during the‍ warm glow of⁠​ spring when Ellen​ first heard that​‍ story.

—Ah,​‍​ Dereck was the​‌ name of that​ magic instructor. A mercenary from the‍⁠‌ Beldern Battalion, his​​ magical power was‌‍ extraordinary, and his⁠‌‌ method of handling‍​‌ mana was unique—‌

Dereck.⁠⁠

At‌ a Rose Hall‌‍‍ gathering, he was‌ the magic instructor​‌ Aiselin had praised⁠ to no end.‍‌

The​ impostor of the‍‌ Duplain family, Diella​‌ Katherine Duplain, whom​‍​ he had trained​⁠ and taught up​ to one-star spells—he​ was the mercenary⁠ turned teacher.

She​ had heard Aiselin’s‌‌‍ regret at that‍‍‌ summer meeting, lamenting‍‍‌ that she couldn’t‌ retain the mercenary⁠ and had to‌ let him go.⁠

— That boy is‌ the wandering magic‌ instructor not even⁠ Aiselin from House​ Duplain could keep.⁠

—Smack.‍

Ellen​‌ grabbed the hand⁠​ of the maid‌⁠ combing her hair⁠‌​ and rose from⁠ her seat.

Lifting⁠‌‌ the hem of⁠‍​ her dress, she‍ rushed toward the⁠⁠ exit, grabbing the⁠⁠ collar of Dereck,​‍‌ who was about‍‌ to leave.

When⁠‍‌ Dereck turned with⁠ a slightly surprised‍‌ expression, Ellen raised‍ her head to‌ meet his eyes​‌‍ and spoke.

“Are‌ you the mercenary‌ who taught magic‌‍ in the lands​ of Duke Duplain?”​‌‍

The‍ girl’s red eyes​​ shone intensely.

What did you think of this chapter?
0 reactions

0 Comments


There are no comments yet. Be the first!

Reader Settings
Page mode
Timer
Text Indent
Auto scroll
Tap to read
Pin menu
Translate page
Select language to automatically translate chapter content.
Audio & AI Voice
This chapter has pre-loaded audio
Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.