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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 29: Ellen (4)

Chapter 29: Ellen (4)

If⁠‍​ levels and magical⁠ ability determine the​​ perfection of a technique, then the‌​‍ total amount of​‌⁠ magical power can‍‌‍ be equated with​ basic endurance.

No⁠‍ matter how many‍⁠⁠ impressive spells one‍‍‌ learns, if the‌ magical power to‌ materialize them is⁠‌‍ insufficient, their meaning‍‌‍ often fades.

If‍ someone asked why​ ordinary people can’t​⁠ match the magical⁠‍ achievements of the‌ nobility, there would​ be dozens of⁠​‌ reasons, but one‍‍‌ of the main​​ ones is the⁠ innate amount of​‍⁠ magical power.

Mages⁠‌​ born into noble‌ families often possess‌ an exceptionally large​‍ amount of innate‍​ magic.

Especially⁠​ mages from families‌‌​ like Duplain, Beltus,⁠⁠ and Belmierd—nothing more​⁠ needs to be‍ said.

Whoosh!‌​⁠

The​ first-level spell Ellen‌⁠‌ cast with her‍​⁠ hand was so‍⁠ large in scale‌ that even those⁠ at the entrance​​⁠ to the second​​⁠ level took notice.​⁠

The​‍ difference between the‍ first and second⁠​‌ levels is comparable​‍‌ to that of⁠​ an arrow and⁠ a cannonball. There’s‌‍‍ an inherent gap⁠⁠ in power between⁠ the two, but‌ when the number‌‍ of participants is‍​ large, the meaning‍​ can shift.

Such‍‍⁠ was Ellen’s spell.‍‍​ The wall of⁠‍‌ fire that exploded‌ around her seemed‌ to consume the⁠​ entire world. Who‍ could deny it?​⁠ She was the​‌‌ most talented mage‍⁠ of the Belmierd‌‍ family.

But​⁠ her opponent was‌‍ Aiselin Elenore Duplain.‍‌

Her‍​​ father was one‍​‍ of the few‍‌‌ fifth-level mages on⁠‌‌ the continent, a man capable of‍‌ casting massive spells‌⁠⁠ without even blinking.‌

Anyone⁠​⁠ witnessing such magic​​⁠ for the first‌‍ time would be‌ overwhelmed, but Aiselin⁠​​ had seen it‌ before. She didn’t‍ panic. Instead, she‌ used her mana​ to cast the⁠‌​ first-level spell Shockwave.⁠​​

Bang!‌⁠‌

It‍​ wasn’t necessary to​‌ completely neutralize that‍‌ colossal spell. It‌ was enough to‌​ defend against it.‍

Aiselin‍ didn’t ignore flashy​‌⁠ spells. In a magical duel where⁠ honor was at‌‌⁠ stake, there was‍ more to it⁠ than size alone.‌

Ellen⁠⁠ knew that too,​​ but she pressed‌​​ Aiselin with an⁠⁠ overwhelming spell, as⁠⁠‌ if to say:​

“What‌ now?”

Each​ heavy strike carried⁠‍‌ Ellen’s sincerity, her​​‍ desire to win.‍​‌

“Her‍ mana amount is‌ amazing…! But if⁠​​ she’s not careful,‌ she’ll burn through‌​ it fast…!”

Sweating‌ from the increasing‍ heat, she refused‌‍⁠ to let down⁠‌ her guard.

“The‍⁠‍ bigger the spell,‌⁠‍ the more chances​‌​ to break through…!‌‍‌ I see a gap…!”

Aiselin​‌ observed Ellen, who‍⁠⁠ was radiating mana.⁠‌‌ A swiftly charged‍​⁠ magic arrow curved‍⁠‌ and shot directly⁠⁠ at her.

That‍‍‍ was the moment⁠‌ of victory. Ellen’s‍​‌ mana-emitting form vanished‌⁠​ in an instant,‌⁠‌ transforming into pure‍⁠ mana.

Aiselin‌​‍ immediately readjusted her⁠​⁠ stance. It was‍ a confusion spell:⁠‍‍ Minor Illusion.

Illusion​​ magic, a hallmark‌⁠ of the confusion‍ school, but even​ a first-level illusion⁠‌‍ was just a crude imitation barely​⁠⁠ able to move‌​ or resemble the⁠‌ original.

A single hit, and‍ it would vanish⁠ into mana—a mere‍⁠⁠ decoy.

However,‌ in such an‌ extreme situation, surrounded⁠⁠​ by magical fire,​ distinguishing the illusion​‌‍ wasn’t easy.

When‌‌‍ she regained her⁠ awareness, she saw‌‌​ Ellen’s figures everywhere.⁠​ A closer look​‌ would reveal the‍‌ flaws in each,‍​ but Ellen had‌​ no intention of‌⁠⁠ giving her that​‍⁠ chance.

She‌ now understood why‍‍ Ellen had cast‌ such a large-scale‍⁠ spell, even at‌ the cost of⁠⁠‌ her mana. The‌​ goal was to‌⁠​ continually pressure Aiselin,⁠⁠‍ disorienting her.

In⁠⁠ such chaos, if​‍ an unexpected attack‌‍ occurred, even Aiselin⁠​ might not react‍⁠ properly.

“Her‍⁠​ technique has matured,​‌‌ and the way​ she uses it​‌‌ has become more‍ varied…!”

Above‍ all, it was‍ dazzling. It was‌ the perfect scale⁠‌‌ for a magical‍‌ duel between prestigious⁠​‌ families, witnessed by⁠⁠⁠ many. Displaying magical​⁠ prowess while honoring​ the family name​ was not unusual‍‍ in these duels.‍‌​

From⁠ outside her line⁠ of sight, Ellen’s​ magic arrows flew⁠ in and latched​ on swiftly.

Aiselin‌⁠ intercepted each with‌ quick reflexes, but​​ even a moment’s‍‍ delay could change‍​‌ everything—a sharp strike⁠⁠​ that would decide​‍ victory or defeat.‍

Deception‌ and confusion were​ her tactics. Such‌ maneuvers might seem​ petty if handled⁠ poorly, but Ellen’s‌⁠‌ diverse and vibrant⁠ use of them‍ concealed any trace​⁠‍ of cowardice. Almost‍​ like a ruse‍‌ to defeat the​‌⁠ opponent, yet the‍‌ blossoming fire buried‌ that intention.

It​ was true: the‍ spectators were captivated‌‌​ by the beauty‌​ of the blooming​​‌ flames.

If⁠⁠ Aiselin was a pure white lily,⁠⁠ Ellen was a rose in full​ bloom, dazzling.

As⁠⁠​ if to prove⁠ it, she revealed‍​ her identity through⁠​​ her magic.

Walking‌ gracefully through the⁠‌ flames, swaying the⁠‍‍ hem of her⁠ skirt, she resembled‍ a peacock preening​‍​ its feathers. Her‍‍ loose red hair‌⁠ blended with the​ fire.

In​⁠​ Ellen’s brilliant display,‌⁠⁠ Aiselin sensed the‌ subtle influence of⁠⁠‌ the white-haired mercenary.‍⁠

She​​‌ had absorbed the‌⁠‌ cunning and agility​⁠⁠ characteristic of mercenaries‌ without losing her‍​⁠ own grandeur.

“Don’t‍​​ get overconfident.”

Aiselin‍​ fully understood the‌ advice Dereck had​​‌ given her.

Unlike⁠ when he taught‌​‌ Diella, the mages​⁠ trained by that​ boy often used‌​ strategies aimed at‌ exploiting their opponent’s‌‌​ weaknesses.

Considering​ that confusion magic‍‌ was one of‌‍ his specialties, it⁠‌ was clear Ellen’s‍‌​ strategy was influenced‌ by him.

“Seems‍ I have no‌‍ choice but to‌ use weapons…”

Aiselin​​ didn’t like to​‍ flaunt flashy magic,​⁠⁠ but that didn’t‌‍‌ mean she couldn’t.⁠

If​ she couldn’t outmaneuver​​ her opponent with‍⁠‌ each move, like‍ in a sword‌ fight, then she‌ too had to‌⁠‌ unleash a barrage‍⁠⁠ of attacks.

So​‌ Aiselin summoned her‍ magic and materialized⁠​ dozens of large​⁠⁠ ice spears.

“Oh!”‍

“To‌⁠‌ summon magic of​‍‌ that scale with‍‌ almost no chant!”​‍

Exclamations‍⁠‌ of awe rose‌⁠⁠ from the spectators.⁠‍

Aiselin’s​​‌ spellcasting speed was‍‍⁠ such that even⁠ seasoned mages would⁠ nod in approval.​‌‍

However,‌⁠‍ the ice spears‍​ she summoned shattered⁠⁠⁠ before they could​ even find a direction and fly.⁠

Bang!‍ Crack!

When⁠ she realized, Ellen’s‌ magic arrows had​‍ struck them precisely⁠ and exploded.

Ellen​‍⁠ had experienced this⁠ with Dereck.

Even‌⁠​ before the opponent‍ could determine the‍‌ direction of their​ spell, Dereck would‍​⁠ respond first and​ neutralize it.

That⁠‍⁠ subtle manipulation of‌​ magic wasn’t something‍‌ one could imitate​ after seeing it‍‍ just once, but⁠ she had witnessed⁠‍ it dozens, even​ hundreds of times‌‍ while exploring the‌ labyrinth with him.‍​

Magic‌‍ has direction. If​​ you can read​‍​ the opponent’s intent,‍ you can tell‌⁠ where the spell‍ is heading.

The‌ theories Dereck had‌⁠ tirelessly repeated were​​‌ now materializing in‌‌​ her, used in​ a real battle.‌‍⁠

Ellen‌⁠ felt a strange​ emotion. The everyday​‌⁠ advice that boy‍​​ used to give‌⁠ now made sense‌⁠​ in practice.

Even​‍​ trivial words that‌⁠‍ could easily be‍‍ ignored—she now realized—were⁠‌‍ practical, experience-based tips.​⁠

In‌ a real fight,​‌ there was hardly‌ a better teacher‌‌ than Dereck.

Both‍ Aiselin and Ellen‌⁠​ understood this fact.​

Aiselin’s​​ eyes widened for​‌ a moment, then⁠‍ settled.

After‍‍‌ subconsciously underestimating Ellen’s‍ magical abilities, she‌​​ soon realized such⁠⁠ thoughts were born​‍⁠ of arrogance.

She‍‍ quickly reflected and‌‍ adapted.

Aiselin‌ decided to reorganize‍⁠ everything from scratch​ and go all⁠⁠ out.

Woosh!⁠⁠

The‍ feeling of going‌‌ head-to-head with Aiselin.​‌‍

Ellen,​‌ who had been​​‍ riding a wave​​ of excitement, suddenly⁠‍‌ faced a cold​‌​ reality.

Aiselin’s‍‍ magic, resolved to​ give it her⁠​‌ all, began to‌ engulf the duel‍ field.

Then,‌‌ it all happened‌‍ in an instant.‍

The​ fiery festival that‌‌‌ filled the arena⁠‌ vanished as if​ it had never​‌ been.

And‌‌ Ellen’s accumulated magic⁠ arrows were also⁠‍ destroyed by the​ overwhelming magic, disappearing⁠‌​ as if they​ had never been​‌‍ there.

Ellen’s⁠⁠ eyes widened.

The‌⁠ girl standing across‌ the podium, like​⁠ a flower of​​ the Duplain family,⁠ made no grand‌⁠‌ gestures nor emotional‌⁠⁠ expressions.

She‍ simply closed her⁠​ eyes tightly, took‍‍ a deep breath,⁠​ and with her⁠⁠ skirt fluttering from⁠ the magical energy⁠⁠⁠ around her, focused​​ her gaze with⁠‌ determination.

At⁠‌‍ that moment, the⁠‍⁠ world turned calm.‌​‍

It‍ wasn’t even a rushed spell. It‌‌ was the sheer‌ volume of accumulated‌ magic that crushed‍⁠⁠ Ellen’s.

No​ technical skill was⁠ involved in the‌⁠⁠ process.

Like‌⁠ an adult overpowering​⁠ childish techniques with‌ brute strength… the​​ girl neutralized all​ of Ellen’s magic⁠​ with pure magical‍​ power.

A nearly second-tier mage,‌​ and a mage⁠⁠ who had just​​⁠ matured into the⁠​‌ first tier.

The‌‌ gap that had‌​​ seemed small was‌‌‍ in fact a massive chasm, and​​ now was the⁠​​ moment to truly‍​ feel it.

All​‍​ of this wasn’t⁠‌‌ to suppress Ellen’s​⁠‌ magic. It was‍⁠​ merely the setup‍‍⁠ for the next‌⁠ spell.

Her​ posture remained elegant.​‍ As if the​​‍ term “pure white​​ lily” fit her‍‌‍ perfectly, her hands,‌​​ which had gently‍‍ touched the hem⁠​‌ of her dress,‌‍​ finally closed into⁠‌‌ fists.

At‍‍‍ that moment, Ellen’s‌ vision was blinded⁠ by a burst‌ of light.

Bang!‌‍​

The⁠‌⁠ sound of the‍‌​ explosion followed shortly‍ after.

***⁠‍

— Dereck, honestly, I’m‌⁠ not sure I can beat Aiselin.‌‍‌

— I’ve been telling⁠ you all along.‍​‍ You’ll win.

— Are you really‌⁠‍ that confident?

— Yes. In fact…‍ exactly…

Ellen‌ remembered the words‍​ the boy had⁠‌‌ said among the‍⁠⁠ corpses of beasts.​‌​

— You’ll win.

The‌‌ boy’s affirmation that‍‌ Ellen would definitely​​​ make Aiselin lose.⁠‌⁠

She‌​‌ had gone through⁠​‍ hard times relying‍​ on that one‌⁠ promise, but now‍​ she found herself​ doubting his words​​ once again.

When​ Aiselin’s eyes turned‍⁠ serious, magic burst⁠⁠​ from her hands‌ in an instant:‌⁠‍ the second-level spell​‍ Fireball.

Its​ explosion, large enough‍‌ to swallow the​‌⁠ entire stage, expanded,⁠‌⁠ and cries of‍​​ awe and admiration‍ echoed among the‍ spectators.

The‍ girl had just‍​ used a second-level⁠‍ spell.

Even‌‌​ the observers from⁠ the magic academy‌ widened their eyes‍ at the display.‍‌

“This…​‌ is this reasonable…?”⁠

Ellen‌‍⁠ managed to shield‌‌‌ herself from the‌​ blast impact.

The⁠​ only reason she‌ could maintain her‌ protection spell while⁠⁠ a second-level spell⁠‍⁠ flew at her‌‌ was sheer luck.‌‌‍

Aiselin,‍‌ still inexperienced with‌ second-level spells, had‌ tried her best⁠ to improve her⁠‌‌ accuracy, but her‍⁠‌ fireball missed completely,⁠ leaving Ellen only​​ with the fallout.​‌

Had​‍​ it been more​ accurate, the duel‍​⁠ would have ended⁠​ there.

“Haah…⁠ Haah…”

Aiselin⁠‌‌ panted, exhausted. From‌‍ the situation alone,‌ it looked like‍ Aiselin was on⁠ the defensive, but​ the scale and‍‌ impact of her⁠‌ attacks told the​‌ truth. The same‌‍​ tricks wouldn’t work​⁠ against Aiselin.

Each​​‌ of her attacks⁠​⁠ rendered all tricks‍‍ useless.

Faced⁠‍ with such a wide skill gap,​⁠​ what technique could‍ have meaning?

Nevertheless,‍⁠⁠ Ellen took a moment to catch‌​ her breath and‌⁠​ quickly distanced herself,‍⁠‌ gathering her magic​⁠‌ once again.

While‍ spectators marveled at‍ the use of⁠​ second-level magic, Ellen​‌​ paid them no‌‌‌ mind.

With‌⁠ the firm determination​​⁠ to win, she⁠ cast her magic‍‌‍ once more, using​ every type of‍‍‌ spell to confuse‌ her opponent as⁠‌‍ before.

If​⁠‌ she couldn’t win​‌‌ by brute force,⁠ she would use‍‌‌ every means at​​⁠ her disposal to‍⁠ corner her.

After‍ exchanging several blows,‍​ when a second‍‍‍ fireball flew, gasps‌ once again rose​​‌ from the spectators.⁠‌

Its‍‌​ offensive power remained‌‍‌ impressive, but it‌​ wasn’t easy to⁠​ completely subdue Ellen‍ with underdeveloped second-level‌​⁠ magic. She barely‌​​ managed to evade‍‌⁠ it, but even​⁠ a scratch could⁠ decide the outcome.‌​

And‌‍ yet… even in‍‍ the face of​⁠‌ such a significant‌ power gap, Ellen​‌⁠ vaguely felt the‍‍ tide turning in​​ her favor.

Aiselin’s​‍ face flickered in⁠‍​ and out of​‍‌ view amidst the‍‌‌ magic exchanges. The‍ composure on her‍ face had diminished⁠ greatly.

Beads​⁠​ of sweat revealed‍⁠ that she was‌‍‍ slowly being pushed‍​⁠ into a corner.‍​ It was then‍ that all of‌ Dereck’s strategies seemed​‌ to come together.‌

She⁠‍ could never defeat⁠‍ Aiselin with her‍‌‌ abilities alone.

But​‍⁠ Dereck had also‌⁠‌ calculated for Aiselin’s⁠⁠‍ honest nature.

Once‌‌​ she recognized her‌​ opponent and considered‍ them a worthy‌‌​ rival, the honest​⁠ Aiselin gave it​‌ her all.

She​​ would show all‍ her cards, seeking⁠⁠ a fair and‌⁠ serious duel. That‍​ was the kind‍ of person Aiselin‌ was. The problem⁠​⁠ lay in her‍‍ second-level magic, still​‍ in a transitional‌ and unpolished stage.​⁠​

Uncontrolled‍ second-level magic was‍‍ a monster that​​ devoured mana. It​ would be more⁠‍ efficient with skill,​‌ but a hastily⁠ cast immature spell⁠ would quickly drain⁠‍‌ her energy.

Given‍‍ her nature, if​‌‍ she decided to‍‍⁠ go all out,​ it was obvious⁠‌ she’d resort to‍⁠ second-level spells. In‌⁠‌ a duel, giving‍ her all was‍​ a sign of​ respect and courtesy‌​‌ to her opponent.​

This⁠‍​ would change the⁠​ efficiency of mana​ usage between them.⁠ It seemed like⁠​ a puzzle revealed—the‍​⁠ reason Dereck had‌‍‍ dragged the duel‍⁠ into a war​‍ of attrition.

He⁠ had foreseen that‌‍‌ Aiselin would soon‌‍‌ master second-level magic.⁠

Survive‍⁠⁠ and win. There‍⁠‌ was no need‍‌ to face her‌ approach head-on.

So‌​ what if it‍⁠ was a little​ cowardly or underhanded?⁠‍‌ What was wrong‍‍ with exploiting the⁠⁠​ opponent’s upright nature?‌

Proud‍‍ of her sense‌​ of honor, Aiselin,‌‌ using unstable second-level⁠‍ magic, would soon‍ show her vulnerability.⁠‌‌

Or​ the duel would⁠ become a test​ of will—who could​‍​ draw a bit‌ more mana from‌ their reserves.

And‍ when it came​​ to mental endurance,‍ that was what‌⁠​ Ellen had been‌‌​ building over the⁠‍⁠ past weeks. The​ mental fortitude she​​ had developed under​ Dereck’s relentless training⁠ was on a completely different level‍​‌ from someone pampered⁠ in a greenhouse.‍⁠⁠

Had‌ the young instructor‍‌‍ considered all of⁠​ this in his⁠⁠ strategy? Ellen stepped⁠​​ back sharply and‌ clicked her tongue.⁠​

Either‌⁠​ way, she understood‌⁠‍ his reasoning. If⁠ things continued like‌‌‌ this, winning the‍​ duel wasn’t impossible—second-level⁠ magic or not.‍‍

Bang!⁠‌ Clang!

Bang!​​​

After⁠ about ten more‌⁠‌ exchanges, the duel​⁠⁠ neared its climax.‌‍

“Haah…‍​ Haah…”

Both⁠ were completely drained‌ of mana. There​ was still time⁠‍ before the tie⁠‍⁠ bell rang.

Ellen,‍‌⁠ who had started‍‌‌ with her magic,​ began to tremble.​ She had exhausted‍‌ her magic to‍ the point of​‍ fatigue many times‌‍ before, but she‍‍​ never got used​‌ to this exhaustion.​⁠

On​ the other hand,‌ Aiselin’s fingertips were‌ trembling. She seemed⁠‍‍ to have never​​ experienced such reckless‌‍‍ use of magic.⁠‌ What else could‍‍⁠ be expected? No​‌ instructor from the‍⁠⁠ Duplain family would‌‌ push their trainees‍ this far.

That‍‌ gap would decide​​⁠ everything. Under extreme‍​⁠ conditions, Ellen gathered⁠ the last remnants‌‌ of her mana.​​‌ Clenching her teeth,‍‍ she seemed determined‌‍⁠ to cast one​ more spell.

Ugh,‍‌⁠ gasp… gasp…

Aiselin⁠ was also panting,‍⁠ trying to gather⁠‍ her magic, but‍‍ this situation was⁠‌‌ unfamiliar to her,⁠ making it no‌⁠​ easy task.

She‌‌‌ tried to gather‍ what she could,​‌ but upon seeing⁠ the amount of‍⁠​ magic flickering in⁠‌⁠ Ellen’s hands, she‍ had a feeling.‍‌

She‍​‌ would try to‍‌ block it with​‍ everything she had,‌⁠ but the next⁠ strike… or the​​‌ one after that…‌⁠​ would decide it⁠⁠‌ all.

Even​ so, Aiselin clenched⁠‌ her teeth. Defeat⁠​‍ loomed before her‍ eyes, but she‌​ still fought with‌⁠ all her strength.‌‍

“…It’s​ over! I’ve got‌ you cornered! I…‌ I’ve cornered Aiselin…!”‍⁠‍

Ellen‍⁠ felt a surge​ of euphoria, even⁠‌ through her blurry‍ vision.

The⁠⁠ fact that she​⁠​ was overpowering Aiselin,‍‌⁠ that everything was⁠ going according to​‍ Dereck’s plan, seemed⁠‌ to dominate her‌‌ thoughts.

In‌ that state of‍ exhaustion, Ellen prepared⁠⁠ her magic for⁠ the final blow.‍⁠

“…”‍‍

But⁠ upon seeing the‌ determination in Aiselin’s‍‌​ eyes, it felt​⁠​ like cold water‌ had been poured‍​⁠ over her head.⁠

If⁠ the battle of‍ attrition continued, the‍ scales would surely⁠ tip in Ellen’s‍ favor. Her magic⁠ level was high,‍ but she lacked⁠ the finesse to​ distribute her strength‍ properly… With that,⁠ she could declare⁠‌‌ victory over Aiselin,​⁠⁠ walk away smiling,​​​ and the future‍⁠‌ seemed easy to‍‍⁠ picture.

How‍ long had she‍‌⁠ dreamed of a satisfying victory?

However,⁠ silence enveloped the‍‍ spectators.

High‌ in the stands,‌‍​ leaning against the‍​ wall, watching the​​⁠ duel, Dereck stared‌ at her.

Aiselin,​​​ completely exhausted, and​⁠ Ellen, still able‍​ to clench her‌‍ teeth and draw⁠ more strength.

The‍ boy, who seemed⁠‌⁠ to have anticipated⁠‌ this outcome from​ the start, watched​ with a blank‍‌​ expression and cold⁠‍‍ red eyes.

When⁠​ those eyes fell‌‌⁠ on Ellen, it​‌‍ felt like a knife piercing her⁠ heart.

“…”⁠

A brief pause.

The‍‌ dazzling exchange of‌ magic ceased, and‌‌⁠ both women were‍ panting, drained.

Ellen⁠‍‌ couldn’t help but‌ wonder quietly—why did‌⁠ she want so⁠⁠⁠ badly to defeat⁠‌​ Aiselin? The answer​ was clear.

She‍ hated herself for‌⁠ envying and being​​‍ jealous of an​ idol admired by​ everyone—alone. She wanted‌‌ to beat Aiselin⁠‌ to escape from‍​ this inferiority complex.‌

But‌ now, she wasn’t⁠‌‍ so sure. Even‍‍‍ if she won​‍ this war of‌ attrition against Aiselin,‌‌​ would she stop‌⁠ envying the still-shining​⁠ idol?

Could‍ she free herself​ from the disgusting​ inferiority complex that‍‍ had corroded her​⁠​ for so long?‌

Though‌ cornered and gasping,‍‍‌ Aiselin looked noble‌ and radiant. Her‌‌ eyes still gleamed,‍⁠‍ as if she‍‌​ could overcome any‌⁠ trial with ease.‍⁠

There‌‌ was a certain‍‍⁠ nobility in her‌‍ demeanor.

— Then let’s win.‍⁠​

“…”​⁠​

Even​‌ when he declared,⁠ “Let’s win,”

Dereck​ didn’t show relief.⁠⁠

Ellen‍‌ finally understood everything.‍ She had thought‌ she fully grasped‍⁠ Dereck’s intentions—but even⁠‌‌ that was arrogance.⁠‌

What⁠⁠ Dereck wanted to⁠​ teach Ellen in​​⁠ this duel wasn’t⁠ how to win,‍⁠ how to corner‌‍ Aiselin, or how​⁠‍ to free herself​⁠ from that disgusting‌​⁠ complex.

Only⁠ in this moment​ did Ellen finally‌ realize. She had⁠​‌ been fighting a battle she could⁠​‍ never win.

As‍ a cornerstone of​ the Belmiard family,⁠​ she had learned⁠ all sorts of​‍ practical skills, but⁠​‌ her heart was‌⁠‍ still that of‌‍ a girl her‍‍‌ age.

There‍ were things she‍‌ couldn’t understand with​ an immature life.​⁠‌ That is, humans⁠ live their whole‍‍​ lives feeling envy.‍

The⁠‌ jealousy and resentment‌​‍ boiling in her⁠‌ heart—those she hated‍ and tried to​⁠ suppress—were like a part of her​​ body she couldn’t​​​ get rid of.​ Because she was⁠ human.

Like⁠​ everyone struggling in‍‌ a harsh world,‍⁠⁠ each carried their‌ own burdens. This‌‌​ was something everyone⁠‍​ came to understand‍‍ eventually, fighting desperately‍⁠ to overcome those‍‍‍ dark emotions again‍‌ and again.

That’s​⁠ why Dereck had‌ helped Ellen with‌‌​ all his heart.‌‌

Though‍​⁠ they were close‍⁠‍ in age, Dereck​ sometimes seemed as​⁠ though he’d lived‍⁠​ decades more than​‌‌ Ellen.

The‍‍⁠ boy already knew.‌‌

Trying​​‍ to suppress those​ feelings meant Ellen‌⁠‍ was fighting a battle she couldn’t‍ win.

With​ that in mind,​‍ Ellen finally looked‍​ around her.

Among⁠​ the spectators were​⁠​ those watching the‌⁠ duel with sweaty‌ palms.

All​ their gazes of‍ admiration were fixed‍ on Aiselin. It‌‍‌ was understandable.

With⁠‌​ her dignified appearance‍‍ that captivated everyone,‍⁠⁠ and her noble​ character that embraced‍ all, she had⁠‍ even managed to⁠ cast a second-level​ spell in this‍⁠ duel. It was​‍‌ obvious to anyone‌ that she was‍ the protagonist here.‌

Right⁠‌ below a bright‍​⁠ source of light,‍⁠⁠ there is always⁠⁠ a cool shadow.​ Ellen, who had‌‍‍ lived in that​ shadow, felt like‌​ she finally understood⁠ something she never⁠⁠ had her whole⁠⁠ life.

“…”​

Silently,‌‍‍ Ellen closed her⁠⁠ eyes tightly, then‌‌‌ opened them—and immediately​‍​ smiled with dignity.‌⁠⁠ It was a noble and beautiful⁠ smile.

Aiselin’s⁠‍ eyes widened in​ surprise at the‌‌‌ sight.

“Truly,​⁠ I can’t compete⁠⁠‌ with Lady Aiselin.‌​⁠ My magic is​ completely exhausted.”

Aiselin,​⁠​ who had been‌⁠ watching her opponent‌ carefully, had already‌​ sensed it.

She‍⁠‌ knew that if‍ she scraped the⁠ bottom of her⁠ reserves, she could‍ fight a little‌​ more. If this​‌​ war of attrition‌ continued, she would​ be the one​‍ to lose.

Even⁠ so, Ellen, with‍ a dignified smile‌ as always, lifted⁠⁠⁠ her skirt hem​‌​ and gave a polite bow.

“This⁠ is my defeat.‍‌‍ It was a good duel.”

Clap!⁠ Clap! Clap! Clap!‌ Clap!

Then,‍‌ the hall erupted​‌ in thunderous applause.‍⁠

Respect⁠ for Aiselin filled‌⁠ the place.

***‌​​

“Lady‌‍⁠ Aiselin! That was​​ incredible! A second-level‌‌‍ spell!”

“There‌​ were already rumors​‌ that Prince Valerian‍‍ had enlightened House​ Duplain, but with​‍ Lady Aiselin too…!‍‌ The Grand Duke⁠‌‌ will be thrilled.”​

“I’m‌⁠ Belia of the​​‍ Redon family! I’ve‍​⁠ always admired you…‍ This duel… was​‌ so moving…”

As⁠‌⁠ soon as the⁠‍ duel ended, many​‍‌ people, along with‌ Aiselin’s supporters, rushed⁠ to praise her.⁠⁠

Amid‌ the crowd swarming⁠​ her, Ellen could⁠ be seen adjusting⁠​ her skirt in‍‌​ a corner of‌​ the arena.

Before‌​​ Aiselin could catch‌‌ her breath and‌⁠ call out, Ellen‌ quickly gathered her⁠‍ skirt and slipped‍​​ beneath the podium.​​

“Ellen…!”‌​‍

Before‌‌‍ Aiselin could call⁠⁠⁠ out to her,​​ she was already‌ gone down the‌‌ corridor. Watching her‌‍ figure disappear into⁠​ the distance, Aiselin​ rubbed her eyes,⁠‌​ head bowed.

Dereck,​ leaning against the‍‍ wall in a corner of the‍‍ stands, stood up‌⁠ quietly and followed⁠⁠​ her.

However,⁠ Dereck turned to⁠ bow politely to​ Aiselin.

In⁠‍ the midst of‌ the crowd singing⁠ her praises, Aiselin‍‍ could only stand⁠​ there, stunned, watching⁠ it all unfold.⁠‌‍

Regardless‍⁠‌ of what others‍⁠ said, Dereck was‌‍​ now one of​ Ellen’s subordinates.

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