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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 28: Ellen (3)

Chapter 28: Ellen (3)

When‍ Aiselin entered the​ magical duel arena​‌ in the noble‌ district, a large⁠‍ crowd had already⁠‍‍ gathered.

Magical‌⁠ duels between nobles‍⁠ were, essentially, an⁠ old pastime—a means‌⁠ to assess each⁠⁠‍ other’s magical progress,‍ hone skills, and‍​ engage in social​‍ activity.

However,⁠ once word spread‍‌⁠ that descendants of‍‌⁠ influential families would‌ be dueling, many⁠​‍ rushed to witness⁠​⁠ it, split into​⁠ two distinct groups.⁠‍

The⁠‌ first were those‌‍ genuinely interested in‍ magic itself, and‍⁠⁠ the second, those⁠ with hidden motives,⁠ hoping to curry‌ favor with the​ nobility.

The​⁠ first group often‍ included members of​⁠ magical societies from‍‍ the southwest or⁠ royal guests, while​⁠ the second was⁠ typically made up‍‍‌ of wealthy merchants​⁠​ or children from‌⁠​ influential families.

As⁠⁠ people gathered, knights‍​ and soldiers were​⁠ mobilized to ensure‍ safety, and commanding‌⁠ officers mingled among​ them, which inevitably⁠‍ caused congestion.

Being‍ a descendant of⁠⁠ an influential family⁠ always meant drawing⁠‌⁠ public attention. Though‍‌ Aiselin was aware‍ of this, scenes‌‍ like this often‌⁠‍ overwhelmed her.

‘This‍ is a duel‍‌‌ between the Duplain‌‌ and Belmierd families,‍​⁠ so of course,‍⁠‌ more people will‍⁠​ gather…’

But‌​‍ it was only‌​‍ a practice duel.‍​​

The​ result of such‍​⁠ a duel could‌ easily be reversed​ over time. Even⁠​‍ so, the spectators‌‍ would talk about​​ the outcome of​​⁠ this trivial magical​⁠​ duel.

Aiselin⁠⁠ disliked the pettiness‌ of such people,​ but she never‍​⁠ showed it.

She‌⁠⁠ was gracious to​ everyone.

***​

“Hello,‍⁠ Lady Aiselin. It​‌​ seems the cold‌⁠​ has eased a little.”

“Yes,⁠‍‍ Lady Taniem, please​‍ take care of‌‍‍ your health, especially‍ in times like‌⁠‍ these.”

“I​‌ took a look‌‌‌ at the book​‌ you mentioned at​‌‍ the last tea⁠ party, Lady Aiselin.⁠‌ As you said,‌​ it’s filled with‍‍‍ touching expressions and⁠‌‍ descriptions.”

“Oh,⁠ you really read⁠‌‍ it? I’m so⁠​⁠ glad you enjoyed⁠‍ it, Lady Lakail.”​‌‌

As⁠‌‍ Aiselin greeted her⁠​⁠ followers with a radiant smile, her​‍​ steps did not​‌‍ pause. She wanted‍ to quickly prepare‌ for the duel,​‌‍ warm up, and​‌⁠ finish the magical​ match with Ellen.⁠‌

The​‍‍ lower-ranked noblewomen accompanying‍‍‍ her flinched at​​‍ her busy demeanor,⁠⁠ but they knew​ they wouldn’t get⁠‍⁠ another chance to‌‍ speak with her.​⁠

Among⁠ those eager to​​​ exchange words with‍ her, crossing the‍⁠‍ old corridor was‍‌⁠ a rather exhausting‍ struggle.

As​​‌ she walked toward‍ the center of‌‍‍ the duel arena,‌​​ a boy absorbed‌​⁠ in reading a small book in‍⁠ a corner of‌⁠ the corridor caught‌⁠⁠ her attention.

“…!”⁠‍‌

When‍⁠‌ Aiselin quickly turned‌ her head, her‌ followers and attendants⁠​​ halted their steps.⁠

“Excuse⁠‌ me a moment.”​​

Aiselin‌ excused herself from‌ the chattering girls‍‍‌ behind her and‌‍ moved quickly, walking​‌ with grace.

She​​ approached the boy,⁠‌​ nestled among the‌ crowd in a corner of the⁠⁠ duel arena corridor,⁠ reading a book‌‌ on the history‍ of magic.

His‍ white hair and‍ red eyes, his‌‌ face that at‍⁠​ first seemed soft‌​ but upon closer‌​‌ look revealed a firm temperament, were‍ just as she‌ remembered.

“Mr.‍‍ Dereck!”

When‌ Aiselin called out‌‌​ enthusiastically, the boy’s​​‍ pupils trembled slightly.⁠

Surrounded‍‌‌ by such a crowd, he turned‌‌ his head in​ surprise, as if‍‌‌ unaware of her‌⁠ presence until that‍ moment.

There⁠ stood Aiselin, as​ always, elegantly dressed‌ in a beautiful​​⁠ gown, speaking in⁠​‍ a lively tone.‍

Behind‌ them, several minor‍ nobles, followers, and‍​ maids watched intently.⁠ The boy had‍‍‌ to quickly assess⁠ the situation.

“It’s‌ been a long‌‌​ time, Lady Aiselin.”​​‍

A polite bow seemed⁠⁠‌ the appropriate response.‌‍‍

From⁠‍ their farewell in​‍ late spring to⁠‌ now, in late‍‍ winter… quite some​ time had passed​⁠ since he last⁠⁠ saw Lady Aiselin.⁠‍

“Did⁠ you come to‌ see the duel,⁠ Mr. Dereck? It’s⁠​‌ been so long,​‌ but you haven’t⁠ changed at all.”‌‍

“Yes.​‍ Lady Aiselin, you‍ are as beautiful‌⁠⁠ as ever. You’ve⁠⁠‍ become even more‌ elegant.”

“Oh,‌‌ you flatter me.​ Mr. Dereck, you’ve‌​‍ become skilled at‍ charming ladies. Is‌‌ it because you’ve‌ been working in‍ the noble district?‌ Hehe.”

It‍​‌ wasn’t surprising that⁠‍‍ Aiselin seemed so​⁠⁠ pleased.

Dereck‍ was the one‍⁠⁠ who had resolved​ a deeply troubling‍‍⁠ issue Aiselin had‌ kept for years,‌​‌ and he was​ also extremely talented​​‍ in magic.

He‌ was a courteous⁠ individual, though he‍​‌ retained the roughness‍‍ typical of a mercenary. Lady Aiselin‌​‍ saw Dereck’s ruggedness‍⁠ not as rudeness,‌ but as a sign of his‌​ free spirit.

However,‍​ the gazes from​ the surrounding followers​ and attendants were‌ telling.

They‌⁠ were eager to​⁠‍ gain Aiselin’s favor,⁠‍ so it wasn’t‌‍‍ surprising that they⁠‌ looked at someone‍ suddenly so close‍⁠ to her with‌ envy and caution.‌‍

“…”‌

At​‌‍ first glance, Dereck‌‍⁠ appeared ordinary. A tunic and well-fitted⁠​‍ trousers, leather boots,‌⁠ a cloak used‍⁠‍ in place of‍‌ a mantle, a dagger at his⁠‌ right hip, and⁠⁠ a longsword on​​ the other side.⁠‍⁠ Though he still⁠⁠‍ bore traces of​​ youthful innocence, he​‍​ had clearly entered​‌⁠ early adulthood.

The‍ reason Aiselin greeted​ a commoner so‌ warmly wasn’t hard‌ to guess from⁠ their conversation.

“It’s⁠‍ winter, and here‍⁠​ I am, inviting‌ you to enjoy⁠​ some good tea⁠‍ at the mansion.”⁠⁠‌

“I’m​ honored. Your kindness‌⁠ is greatly appreciated,‍‍​ but life has⁠​⁠ been quite busy.”​‍⁠

“I‌ heard you’ve been⁠‍​ managing Lady Ellen’s⁠⁠ magical training.”

“You’re‍‌ well-informed. We crossed‌‌​ paths by chance,⁠​‌ and I offered‍​ a few pointers.”‍‍⁠

Those‍‍ nearby finally realized⁠ that the man​‌ before them was​⁠‌ the roaming magic​ instructor Aiselin had‌‍‌ spoken about.

He‌ was the mercenary‌​ who had reformed‍​ the black sheep⁠ of the Duplain​⁠ family and whom​​‍ Lady Ellen fully​​⁠ trusted for her‍‌ magical duel lessons.‌​

Yet‌ Aiselin seemed concerned.⁠⁠​

“You‍ haven’t been too‍​‌ harsh, have you…?”‌

“…?”​​​

“Lady‌‌‍ Ellen has seemed‌ very tired lately…​​⁠ I’m a little​ worried.”

Aiselin‍ knew well, from‌ her sister Diella’s⁠​ testimony, that Dereck’s⁠‍⁠ magic lessons weren’t‌​​ something an ordinary‍‌​ noblewoman could endure.​

She‌‍⁠ wasn’t undergoing knightly​ training; where else‌⁠‍ would you find‌ someone who put‌⁠ a refined and⁠​‌ beautiful lady through​⁠ training that even‍​ seasoned soldiers would​ struggle with?

But​‍ Dereck was someone​‌ who didn’t hesitate‌‍ to use whatever⁠‍‌ means necessary to‌‌ achieve a client’s⁠‌ goal.

Seeing‌​ the concern on‍⁠ Aiselin’s face, Dereck⁠ finally said:

“Don’t‍ worry, Lady Aiselin.‍​ In fact, it’s‌‌​ not good to​‍ worry too much‌⁠ about others.”

“Is⁠⁠‌ that so…?”

“Don’t‍⁠⁠ be too soft.”‌​⁠

Dereck‍‍ said this and​ gave a polite⁠​ bow.

Aiselin,‍ too, was busy‍⁠ with her schedule,‍‍‍ and the gazes⁠ of the people‍‌​ around them were‌‍​ a heavy burden.‍‌⁠

Realizing‌​ too late that‍‌ the current situation‌⁠ might be overwhelming​⁠ for Dereck, Aiselin​‌ said with an‌⁠‍ awkward smile:

“Next​ time, please visit​‌ the mansion to‍​ chat, Mr. Dereck.⁠​ I have another​‌​ engagement, so I must go.”

“Yes,​​ of course.”

With​ that, Dereck pulled‌ up the hood‌​ of his cloak⁠‍⁠ and walked away,⁠ his steps firm‍⁠‍ and steady, in‌‍‍ the opposite direction​ of Aiselin.

Though​⁠⁠ he was still‌ a boy with⁠⁠‌ one year left​ before his coming-of-age​ ceremony, he often‍‌ seemed like an‍ old man who​​ had experienced all​‌ of life’s hardships.‍​ He was truly​​⁠ a mysterious boy.‍⁠⁠

***‌‍

Aiselin⁠⁠ was also somewhat‌ aware of the⁠​​ inferiority complex Ellen‌‍⁠ harbored toward her.⁠ In fact, it⁠‍ would have been‍ strange if she​‌ hadn’t noticed it.​​

But‌‌ she didn’t give​ it much importance.⁠​​ It was because⁠⁠ she had a generous heart.

For‌​ those who had⁠⁠⁠ reached the top,⁠‌‌ feelings like envy‍‌‍ and jealousy were‌ simply part of​ life. Ellen wasn’t​​ the only one⁠‌ who envied her.‌⁠

Although‌‍​ Ellen’s jealousy was‍‍ particularly intense and⁠‍‍ persistent, there were⁠ many others aside​‍ from her who‌‍​ tried to defame‍‍ Aiselin.

Despite‌ all checks and⁠‌ balances, only those​ who could remain⁠‌‍ firm truly deserved​ to be called​‍‍ the lady of⁠‌​ House Duplain.

That’s‌⁠ why the emotion‍⁠ Aiselin felt toward‍‍ those who envied⁠‌ her was sympathy.‍‍‍

She‍ wished that those‌‍⁠ consumed by negative,‍‍‌ corrosive emotions could‌‌ free themselves from‌‍ that useless cycle‍‌ as soon as⁠​​ possible. It was‌​​ good neither for‌⁠ Aiselin nor for⁠ them.

The‌⁠ same applied to​‍​ Ellen.

Useless⁠ envy only consumed​ them. She wanted⁠ them to break⁠ free from those‍ shackles, share conversations,​‍ cultivate culture, and​ become worthy rivals.​‍⁠ However, she knew⁠‌⁠ well that it​ wasn’t as easy‍​ as it sounded.​‌

***‍‍

“Hello,​ Lady Aiselin.”

“Are​ you well, Lady‌‌​ Ellen? You’ve missed⁠‍ many parlor gatherings‌​‍ lately, haven’t you?‍ I heard you’ve‍​⁠ been busy preparing​ for the duel…⁠ I suppose I should be nervous.”⁠​⁠

“…”​

In‍ Lady Ellen’s eyes,‌⁠ as she stepped‍‌⁠ onto the dueling‌ field, there was‍ a venomous intent.‌

On‌ the grand stage​ of the duel,‌‍ various influential figures​‌ and noble ladies⁠​‍ had gathered in‌‌‌ the stands, engaging⁠‍ in discussions about‌ magic.

At‌ the center of‍​ it all, Ellen‍ and Aiselin were‌‍ the stars competing⁠ in today’s event.‍⁠⁠

As⁠ the two beautiful‍ roses adjusted their‍‌‍ dresses on stage,‍⁠ warm applause echoed​ from the podium.⁠

Protective‍ spells had been‍ cast around the​‌⁠ luxurious dueling arena.‌‌

The​‌ rules of the‌‌‌ duel were the‍ usual: a 10-minute⁠​​ time limit, and‍ the first to‍ activate the protective​ spell embedded in‌ her accessories would‍‍‌ lose.

“Then,⁠​ I hope for‌ a good match.”‌⁠​

Aiselin⁠ gathered her magical​ energy and bowed⁠​​ her head to​ Ellen.

Ellen‍‌‌ silently raised her⁠ head in response,⁠‌‌ repeating the same‌ words. The coldness‍ in her eyes⁠‌‌ was a familiar‌‍​ sensation.

“…”‌‌‌

An‍​ indescribable discomfort grew.​‍

As‌ always, Ellen remained‌​​ composed, her beautiful‍ red hair flowing⁠ freely.

However,⁠‌ the gleam in⁠‌⁠ her eyes as‌‌ she stared at​‌‍ Aiselin was tinged​‌⁠ with an unusual‌‍‌ unease.

Aiselin,⁠​ lost in thought,‌‍‌ silently observed Lady⁠⁠ Ellen’s demeanor.

It​‌‍ didn’t take her‌‌​ long to understand‌⁠ the nature of⁠​ this unease.

Every‌‍ time she spoke⁠ with Aiselin, subtle‍ emotional turmoil lingered​ in Ellen’s eyes.⁠‌​

But​ now, as she⁠⁠​ coldly observed Aiselin,‍‌ focused solely on​‌ her magic, there‍⁠ was no such‍⁠​ feeling in Ellen.‍

Ellen’s⁠⁠ eyes, which once⁠‌⁠ burned like fire,‍ had somehow cooled‌‌‌ into ice. She⁠ was focused on​ the duel.

Had⁠‍ Ellen finally been‍‌⁠ freed from the⁠​ envy that tormented⁠‍‌ her for so‍‍‍ long?

Had‍⁠ Dereck, skilled as‌‌​ a mentor, released⁠‌ Ellen from the‍‍ chains of those‍‍ dark, gloomy days?‍​

It‌‌⁠ was a moment​⁠ filled with hope.‍ But it didn’t​‍​ take long for‌‌ Aiselin to realize⁠ that wasn’t the‌⁠ case.

When‍‌‍ she opened her⁠ eyes after blinking,⁠⁠​ her entire field‌​‍ of vision was‌⁠ dyed red.

That‍ was when Aiselin‍ finally realized that‍‍​ Ellen’s blazing fire‍​​ arrows had swept⁠‌ across the battlefield.​⁠‍

Amid​‌ the flames, Ellen,‌ with her fiery‍ gaze, rose like‍‍ a phoenix.

***​​‍

‘You​⁠‍ really can’t win‍‍⁠ by relying on‍‍ pure magical power‍ alone. Shift the​‌ battlefield somewhere else.’⁠‌​

‘…Shift​​​ it elsewhere? In‍‌⁠ a magical duel,⁠⁠ if not through‍‍ magical skill, what​​ else determines victory?’⁠

Noble⁠‌ ladies usually practiced⁠‍ magic with elegance‌​‌ in luxurious training‌⁠ halls under renowned⁠ instructors.

But⁠ Ellen had asked‍ Dereck, seated on​ the ground in‌​​ the middle of‍‌⁠ a labyrinth reeking​⁠ of blood and​⁠ rotting mucus.

Her‍⁠ body was completely‍‌‍ exhausted, and after​ a day of​​ watching monsters be‌⁠ torn apart, she⁠⁠⁠ felt dizzy. Her‍ face was pale,⁠​ resigned to the‌ fact that this‍‌ truly was the‍​‌ hell Dereck spoke⁠​⁠ of.

Though‌‌ she looked disheveled,​⁠‍ Dereck continued teaching.‌‌​ He was someone​‌‌ who always fulfilled​‍ his duty.

‘It’s‍‌‍ mental strength.’

After​​‍ hearing this, Ellen‍ could only show‌ a skeptical expression.⁠

Who‌ in the world​‍ didn’t know the‌⁠‍ benefits of mental‍ strength? If one​⁠ could win a magical duel with‍‍ mental strength alone,​‍ why would differences​ in magical levels⁠‌​ and superiority even⁠ exist?

However,‌‌ Dereck wasn’t someone​⁠ who spoke nonsense.‌ Over the past​ few weeks of⁠‌‌ lessons, Ellen was⁠‌‍ sure—there must be‍ a deeper meaning​⁠‌ to his words.‌

‘Haven’t‍‍‍ you been pushing‍ your magical energy⁠ to the limit​​​ in every session?’​​

‘I‍⁠ thought that was‌ just your twisted‍⁠ taste.’

‘I‌‌ have no such​ hobbies. When both‍ sides’ magical energy‍ is fully depleted,‍‌ it’s often a person’s mental strength,‌ not their magical⁠‍⁠ prowess, that determines‌‍‍ the outcome.’

Dereck’s‌​⁠ voice became more‌‌​ serious.

‘Unleash‌‌ your magic as‍ grandly and magnificently‌ as you can—drag⁠‍ her into a battle of attrition.‌⁠ In the end…​⁠‌ the one who⁠‍ somehow manages to⁠⁠‌ cast a spell‌ they seemed no‍‍ longer able to‍‌ will be the⁠ winner.’

‘…What​‌‍ if Aiselin has‍‍​ more magical power‍‌​ than I do?’‌

‘Then⁠​‍ you lose.’

‘…’​​

‘Of‍​⁠ course, a person’s‌​ magical capacity is⁠⁠ largely innate, but⁠‌⁠ Lady Ellen of‍‌ House Belmierd is⁠‍ no slouch. So…‌‌⁠ believe in yourself.’​

Dereck‍⁠ was covered in​‍ demon blood. He​‍⁠ had just sliced‍ apart a spider​‌‌ larger than a man with his‍‍ sword and burned‌ it with magic.​‍​

Watching⁠‍ him kill demons‍​⁠ made him seem​‌ like an entirely⁠ different person. Every​⁠⁠ moment following him‌‌‌ through the labyrinth,​‍‌ Ellen couldn’t help⁠‌ but think—if there‍ were such a thing as a real demon, it‍‍‌ would surely be​‌‍ this boy.

This​⁠​ wasn’t a safe‌‍ magical duel arena,‍‍ but a demon’s⁠ den where a moment’s carelessness could‌‍⁠ cost your life.‌

Someone​ who had lived‌‍ in a place⁠ like this all​​‌ their life would‌​​ see a staged‍​‌ duel as child’s‍⁠ play.

Only​‍ in life-and-death battles‍⁠ can one reach‌​​ their full potential.‌​⁠

Only⁠​‌ on the thin⁠ ice where one⁠ misstep could cost‍‌ everything do humans⁠ unlock all the​⁠⁠ power buried in​​‍ their subconscious. That‍‌​ sensation can’t be​​⁠ learned easily, not‍ even with all‌ the money in⁠‍ the world.

That’s⁠ why Dereck pushed​ Ellen into the‌‍ labyrinth.

He⁠‍ made her use‌​ magic all day.‌⁠

Made‌‌ her dodge axes‍ among attacking goblins⁠‌⁠ and scorch trolls’​‌‌ noses.

Life‌ and death. Scenes‍ in between.

The⁠‌ pressure of not​⁠​ knowing when the⁠​​ multi-layered protective spell⁠ would break.

The​ cold sweat running⁠‍ even while still.⁠​⁠ Trembling legs. Blurry‌‌ vision.

Only⁠‍⁠ in such an‍ environment could one‍⁠ feel, even just​ a little, the​‌ sensation of drawing​‌ out all the‍‍ remaining power from⁠‍‍ within.

There’s‌ a realm one⁠‌ can never reach‌​​ while sitting in⁠⁠‍ an ancient mansion⁠⁠ playing with decorum.‌⁠

Flowers‌​ in a greenhouse‍​⁠ never know, until⁠ they wither with‌​⁠ age, the feeling​‌ of clawing everything‍‍ up from below​‌​ and rising.

As⁠ a teacher, Dereck‌‌⁠ was someone who‌​ knew how to​​ awaken such things.‍‍

–Whoosh!‍

–Boom!⁠‍

The​​‍ spectators watching the‌‌ magical duel near‍‌ the stage were‍ stunned.

No‍⁠ matter how extraordinary​⁠ one’s magical skill‌‍ or how vast​⁠‌ their magical power,⁠‌ the one-star limit​​​ still existed.

Yet‍ even so, Ellen’s‌ fire magic, which‍​ lit up the⁠ stage with a dazzling glow, was⁠​⁠ impressive to behold.​

–Swoosh!⁠‍‌

Aiselin‍‌‌ quickly wrapped herself‌⁠ in magic to⁠⁠ protect herself and‍‌‌ tracked Ellen’s position.​​

On⁠​‌ the flame-covered stage,⁠⁠​ amid the scorching​ heat, Ellen, cloaked‌‍‌ in fire like‍​ a mage, stared‌ directly at Aiselin.​⁠‍

In​​ her eyes was​ envy, no doubt.⁠‌​ A massive envy⁠‍ directed at the‌‌ perfect Aiselin, mixed⁠‍‍ with a bit⁠ of self-loathing.

Reading‌​ those eyes, Aiselin‍​‍ understood.

Too‌​ emotional on one‍ hand, but relentless​⁠ in logic during‍‌‍ a duel—those were‌⁠ the same eyes​‌ her sister Diella‍​‍ had when she‍ faced Leigh.

Dereck’s‌​ students harbored a burning passion in⁠​‌ their hearts and‍ an icy gaze.​⁠

Their‌⁠⁠ teacher taught them​‍ to combine the⁠⁠ fiery desire for‌‌​ victory with the‌⁠‌ cold rationality of​​ competition.

It‍ was a display​‍ where heat and⁠ cold clashed fiercely,‍ exuding an aura​‌ that made opponents​​‌ swallow hard.

Only‍‍​ then did Aiselin‍ understand why Leigh​‌ had to fight‍ so hard against​⁠‌ Diella that day.​‌

Dereck’s​‌ students, unlike ordinary‌​ noble ladies, had‍‍⁠ a different hunger‌⁠‌ for competition.

When⁠​ faced for the‍‍ first time with‌​​ their near-obsessive determination,‍‌‍ anyone would falter.​‌⁠

However,​‍ standing before her‌​ was Aiselin Eleanor‍ Duplain.

“Even​ so… I will⁠ win.”

She‍⁠‍ wasn’t one to‌‌⁠ boast about her‌​⁠ achievements, but her​‍ confidence in her‍⁠ abilities was immense.⁠‌

No‌‍ matter how skilled​ Dereck’s students were,‍ Aiselin was on⁠‌⁠ the verge of‍ becoming a two-star.⁠ Even against a one-star mage like‍ Ellen, the difference​ in class was​ significant.

She⁠‌ was sure she‌‍ wouldn’t lose if‌ it came down​ to pure skill.‌

And⁠ so, icy magic‌ began to surge⁠⁠ from Aiselin’s body.⁠⁠⁠

At⁠‌ the same time,​‍ Ellen’s eyes widened.⁠​⁠ A storm of‍​⁠ fire arrows began⁠⁠⁠ erupting from the‌​ opposite side.

“…”‍⁠

Ellen⁠⁠ had spent the‌ past few weeks‌‌‌ observing Dereck’s world.‌

The⁠‌ traces of that​ world briefly reflected⁠ in her pupils.‍⁠⁠ Most of it‍‌ was blood. The​‌ rest was equally‍⁠ horrific.

Sticky⁠‌⁠ fluids, pungent smells,‌​ severed monster limbs,⁠‍⁠ poisonous spider eggs,‍ scattered corpses, the‍‍⁠ cold of the⁠‌ stone floor, remnants​⁠‌ of massacres, seas⁠ of blood, the⁠ screams of monsters.‍‌

Emerging‌‍ from all that,​‍⁠ standing firm in​‍​ her original place,‍​⁠ everything now seemed‌ peaceful and warm—like⁠‍ a meadow.

Even‍⁠​ this duel field,‍ bombarded with countless⁠ spells, felt that‍‌‍ way. The girl‌ calmly assessed every​‌ situation amid this‌ grand magical display.‌

When‍⁠ magic clashed with‍‍ magic, a radiant‍‍ glow began to⁠‍‍ envelop the duel​​‌ arena.

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