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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 31: Star 3 (1)

Chapter 31: Star 3 (1)

The‌‍‌ archmage Adelbert, considered‌ the patriarch of​‌ the aristocratic disciplinary⁠​‍ school, evaluated factors⁠ such as scale,‍‍ range, duration, spell​‌‌ complexity, and effect⁠ potency when categorizing‌⁠ magical levels.

While​ the recognized magic‌⁠ levels go up⁠ to the sixth,⁠ among secular mages,‍‍‌ there is talk⁠‌ of a seventh‌ level—a realm never‍⁠​ before attained.

In‌ his memoirs, Adelbert​⁠ revealed he was⁠‌‌ inspired by the​ Big Dipper when​​ designing the magical​‌ system.

The⁠ Big Dipper has⁠ seven stars, so⁠ why should the‍‌ magic system stop‍ at six?

Thus,‌​ mages believe in‌ the existence of‍ a mythical seventh⁠‍​ level, a realm‍‍⁠ no one has​ yet reached.

On⁠⁠ the other hand,‍ unorthodox mages who’ve​ recently deviated from‌​ tradition claim the‌⁠​ seventh level is⁠⁠ merely a tribute‍​‌ left by Adelbert,‍‌⁠ a devout follower‌ of the Bolton⁠⁠‍ continent’s religion, as‌​ an homage to​​​ his god.

Essentially,​‌ the seven-star rank⁠ is seen as​​ the domain of⁠⁠ the gods, implying​‌ humans should not‌‌‍ aspire to it,‌ and therefore, it​‌ should not be​​‌ given undue significance.‌⁠

The⁠​ debate over the⁠‌‍ existence of seven-star‍‌ beings has always​⁠ been heated, but‌ in practice, it’s‍​ difficult to discuss​‌⁠ seriously.

After​⁠ all, the number‌ of mages who​​ have reached the‌‍ sixth level in‍‌​ human history can‌‌ be counted on‍‌‌ one hand.

Across‌‌‍ all history, there‌ are only ten,‍​ and the number​‌ of currently known‌ living sixth-level mages​‌ across the continent‌ is just four.‍

Sixth-level‌ mages, having reached⁠‍⁠ such a degree,‍‍⁠ cannot be easily⁠ utilized even by‍⁠ the most powerful.‌​ Each one is⁠⁠‌ a legendary being.‍​

Sixth-level‍‌​ magic can rewrite‍‌‌ the laws of⁠ the world or‌ redraw entire maps.​‍⁠

Calimford,‍⁠​ the sixth-level battle​⁠ mage who fell‌⁠‌ in the “Dawn⁠‍ War,” was said‌ to be able​ to summon meteor⁠​​ showers.

And‍ Kellin, the famed‌​⁠ chaos mage of‍ the Delrim Mountains,​ supposedly could completely‍ dominate someone’s mind‌ with just eye⁠ contact. Of course,⁠​​ he too is‍‌⁠ a figure of‍ the past.

Most‍​ sixth-level mages are‍ historic figures, their⁠​​ names found only‌ in history books.​‍​

In‌‌‌ this era, only‍‍ four sixth-level mages​‍ remain alive: Sir‌ Melverot, victor of‌​ the North and​⁠ sword of the‌​ royal family; Cohela,​ chief magical advisor‍‍ to the imperial⁠⁠‌ family; and the‍​‍ other two are⁠‌‌ lesser known compared⁠​ to the royally​ affiliated ones.

Naturally,‍​‍ Dereck knew a bit about the‌​⁠ other two.

Being​ a sixth-level mage⁠‌ meant having overwhelming‌​⁠ influence in the⁠​ world, so even​‌ someone like him,‌ not very invested‌‍ in the game’s​⁠‌ lore, had heard​ their names.

One​ was Pineda, the⁠⁠ youngest daughter of⁠​‌ a small baronial​ family in the‍​⁠ southeastern grain-producing region.​⁠ She was a master of forbidden‌​ necromancy—corpse magic—and due‌ to her cursed⁠⁠ talent, her existence‍‌‌ was kept secret.‍⁠

And​⁠ the other was…⁠⁠‍ Sir Drest WolfTail​ of the southwestern‍⁠ continent.

The​⁠ spiritual pillar of‌‌⁠ Drest Magic Academy,​‌ located north of‍⁠‍ Belmierd County, and⁠⁠ the world’s only⁠ sixth-level scout mage.‍​⁠

“Drest‍‌‍ is visiting Ebelstain?”⁠​‌

“Yes.⁠⁠ The customs agreement⁠⁠ schedule was accelerated,⁠⁠ probably considering Sir​⁠ Drest’s movements.”

“So‍‌‌ that’s why the⁠ young and generous‍‌ lord of Belmierd‌ is headed to​‍‍ Ebelstain, hiding such​ a secret.”

Duke‍⁠‍ Duplain furrowed his⁠ brow as he⁠ calmly listened to‍ Valerian’s report.

The⁠ ruler of Belmierd‌⁠⁠ was always a fool when it‌ came to Ellen.‍‍‌ But that didn’t​‌ mean he wasn’t‌ thinking.

There⁠​‌ was a reason‍‍ for the sudden‌ change in the‌​⁠ meeting’s schedule toward⁠‌‌ Ebelstain. If possible,⁠‍‍ he intended to‍ meet Drest first.‍​⁠

There‌⁠‌ had to be⁠ a reason Drest,⁠​ who rarely left⁠​ the academy, was‌​ visiting Ebelstain.

He‌​ was the one‌ who had acquired⁠‌ the sixth-level scout⁠‍ magic “Vision of⁠⁠‍ the Future.”

If​⁠‌ he began engaging⁠ in external affairs⁠​⁠ rather than staying⁠ within the academy,⁠⁠‌ all the surrounding‍ nobles would grow⁠ tense, closely watching​ his movements. Whenever​​ he took part‌​‍ in external matters,‍⁠ it usually meant‍ historically significant events‌ were about to⁠‍‌ unfold.

In​⁠ short, he was‌‌‌ a living omen.​​​

‘That​ dying old man‌‍ must be plotting​‌‍ something again. I might have to‌⁠ act on my​ own.’

As‌‍⁠ Duke Duplain pondered‌ this, he also‍‍ considered his next‌ move.

As⁠‌‍ a scout mage,‌ pestering him clumsily‍⁠​ would only breed‌ hostility.

“Father.​‌‌ There’s also a letter from Aiselin.”‍​

“Oh?‌ From Aiselin?”

Duke​‍⁠ Duplain rarely showed​ changes in his‍ expression. He had​‌ always been a stoic figure, seated‌ at his desk,‌​‌ diligently performing his‌ duties.

However,‍‍‍ when it came‍‌‌ to news of‍‍​ Aiselin, the treasure‌ of the Duplain‌‍​ family, even a rigid man like⁠‍ him seemed to‍ soften slightly.

“Yes.‍‌⁠ The contents include‌‌‍ inquiries about the‌​ family’s wellbeing… and‌⁠ she’s requested a magic instructor.”

“A‍ magic instructor for​ Aiselin? Of course,‍‍ in her childhood‌‍​ we provided several,​​⁠ but ever since⁠⁠ she grew older,⁠‌ she preferred to⁠‍⁠ study magic on​⁠ her own, claiming‍‌‌ it was more​ efficient…”

“That’s‌ just it. Perhaps‌ she’s begun to​ feel some limitations…”⁠

“Hm…”‍⁠​

Duke‌⁠ Duplain thought deeply,‌‌ stroking his chin⁠ several times. If‍​⁠ his beloved daughter⁠‌ had gone to​ the trouble of⁠‌ writing a letter,​‌‍ it was only​​‌ natural to grant‌​‌ her request.

Moreover,​‍‌ Aiselin rarely made​‌​ such requests in‍‌ advance. Rather than‍⁠​ asking others to‍​‌ do things for‍ her, she was⁠​ a model young‌ lady who first⁠ thought about what​⁠ she could do‌‍‍ for the family‍⁠ and the household.‌‌​ A request from‍‌‍ her was incredibly​⁠ valuable.

As‌ a father, he⁠‍ often wished his‍ daughter would depend‍‌‌ on him more,‍ so when Aiselin​​​ herself asked for⁠‍ help, he was‍‍‍ more than ready⁠‌ to give his⁠‌ full support.

“But…⁠‌ she specifically mentioned⁠⁠‌ Dereck.”

“Dereck?‍⁠ The mercenary who‌ taught Diella?”

“Yes.‍​ It seems he’s‍‍⁠ been working as​‌ a mercenary in‌‍‍ Ebelstain.”

“Then​⁠‍ it’s simple. Why​⁠ not just hire⁠‌‌ him directly?”

Dereck‌ had left the⁠ Duplain family lands​⁠⁠ for two reasons.‌‌ One was that⁠‌​ he had nothing‍⁠ more to teach‌‌ Diella, and the‍‌​ other was that​‌​ he could no​ longer pursue his​‍​ magical achievements there.‌‍​

His⁠‍ mercenary work in‌⁠ Ebelstain, exploring real⁠‍ battlefields, was also‍⁠ a means to⁠‍ further his magical​⁠ progress.

In‍​‌ that sense, there​​‍ were no major‍ obstacles. He could​⁠ continue his mercenary⁠ work in Ebelstain⁠‌‌ while occasionally tutoring⁠ Aiselin in magic.‍‍ Money wasn’t an‍​ issue.

However,⁠ Valerian’s expression suggested⁠ there was a problem.

“This…‍ isn’t so simple.”‌

“Is‍ there a problem?‌​ If it were​​ simple, Aiselin wouldn’t​‌‍ have sent such⁠​‍ a letter.”

“Well…​ he’s currently under‌ contract teaching the‍ young lady of​​‍ the Belmierd family.”‌⁠​

“Hm…”‍

Valerian’s​​ worried expression now‍ made sense.

Given⁠ his itinerant status,​‌ it wasn’t unusual‌⁠​ for him to⁠⁠⁠ teach anyone, anywhere.⁠‍‌

There⁠‍ was always a shortage of talent.‌⁠‌ In the current​ social climate, finding⁠‍⁠ a great magic​ instructor was as⁠‍​ difficult as plucking​ stars from the‍ sky, and the‍‍⁠ only reason someone​⁠‍ like Dereck wasn’t‍‌ famous was purely⁠⁠ due to his‍⁠ humble origins.

However,⁠​ if his skill⁠‌​ was recognized enough‌ to outweigh his‌ background, the story⁠⁠ would be different.​ When it came⁠‍‌ to recruitment competition,‌‍​ there were aspects‍​​ Aiselin couldn’t handle‍ on her own.‍‍​

She⁠ seemed determined to‌​‌ bring Dereck back.​ It was the​‌‍ first time the⁠​​ gentle young lady‍‍⁠ wanted something so​ strongly.

“Should⁠‍ I send Butler​ Delron to negotiate‍ assertively? Sending the⁠‌‌ butler in person⁠ might create gaps‌ in estate affairs,⁠ but for external‌ matters like this,⁠​ it’s better to​ be sure, isn’t‍⁠‌ it?”

“No,‌‌​ it’s fine.”

“Eh?”​‌

Duke‌‌ Duplain looked at⁠ the weather outside.⁠ Winter was nearly⁠‍ over, and it​​ seemed the warm​‍ sun would soon‌​ shine upon the‌‌ land.

“Since​ I need to‍ visit Ebelstain regarding‍ Drest, it’ll be‌​‌ easier to handle‌⁠‌ everything at once.”​‍⁠

“…You’ll‌‌ go yourself?”

Valerian’s​ eyes widened in⁠‍​ disbelief. How could‍‌‍ a duke of‌‍‍ a nation personally​‌‌ travel just to⁠‌⁠ recruit a magic‍​⁠ instructor?

However,‌ intending to meet⁠⁠ Sir Drest WolfTail‍ in person and‍ resolve the customs‌⁠​ agreement in one⁠ trip, it seemed⁠ he had planned​​‌ to visit Dereck​‍ while there.

“…”​‌

Even​ though he was‍​ killing two birds⁠ with one stone,⁠⁠ every step the​‌ duke took was‌‍ worth its weight‌‍​ in gold.

No⁠‌⁠ matter how expensive‍⁠​ the magic instructor,‌​ no one could‍ refuse a direct⁠ invitation from a nation’s duke to⁠​‍ Ebelstain.

***‌⁠

Lady‌⁠⁠ Ellen’s duel ended‍‌‍ in defeat, but‌‌‍ she still paid⁠ Dereck the full⁠‌‌ promised gold.

His​‌‌ principle was not‌ to accept full‍ payment for a failed commission, but‌‍ Ellen insisted so‍ firmly that Dereck‍ eventually accepted the⁠‍ full amount.

His‌⁠ conscience was slightly‌‌ uneasy, but the⁠ sum was large​ enough to offer​⁠ some comfort to‌⁠‌ his heart.

“Dereck.‍​ I think I’ll‌ take a break.”​⁠

It‌‍ seemed Ellen had⁠‍⁠ realized something during⁠‍ her duel with⁠​⁠ Aiselin, and the‍​‍ fatigue was evident​‍ on her face.‌ She planned to​⁠⁠ take a break⁠⁠⁠ from her studies,​ staying at the⁠‍​ mansion to calm‍ her mind.

Dereck​‍ observed Ellen’s expression⁠‌​ and finally nodded‌ in agreement.

For‌ a teenager, a suitable period of​⁠ introspection was an​⁠‌ important part of‍‍‌ life. Getting lost‍⁠‍ and finding oneself‌ at least once‌‌​ was essential.

Because​⁠ of that, Dereck​‌ gently encouraged Ellen‍‌ with a few⁠‌‌ words.

“You’re‍‌​ still working with‍‌⁠ the Beldern Mercenaries,⁠‌ right?”

“Yes.”‌‌​

“Will⁠ you come teach‍⁠ me magic again?”​​

Though‌‍ she seemed tired,‌ Ellen spoke as​⁠ if she needed​‌ confirmation of something.​⁠​

Dereck⁠‍‍ looked at her⁠‍‌ calmly and then‍‌‌ replied quietly.

“I’m‍‌‍ not sure what⁠‌ more I could​ teach you, Lady​‌ Ellen. Haven’t you⁠ already reached a competent level in​ first-tier magic?”

“…That’s⁠⁠‍ true.”

Ellen‌⁠ looked at Dereck,‌​ then continued slowly.‌​⁠

“But⁠ even so, Dereck.⁠‍ When I look‌‍‍ at you, I feel like you’re​ not just a first-tier mage like​‌⁠ me.”

“I’m​ just a mercenary​⁠‌ who knows a bit of first-tier‍⁠​ magic.”

“If‍⁠ you keep developing,‌​ you could be​‌⁠ more than that.⁠⁠⁠ You seem to‍‍ have enough talent.”‍⁠‌

“Thank⁠​ you for your⁠ kind words. However,‍‍​ there are limits⁠ to how high‍ magic can go‍‍ for commoners.”

Ellen’s‍‍⁠ intuition was sharp,⁠​ but Dereck firmly⁠‌​ denied it.

So‌ Ellen calmly looked⁠⁠ into Dereck’s eyes.‌ Her gaze, soft⁠‌​ yet firm, was​‍​ held by Dereck‍ for a long‍​ time. It was⁠ a gaze without​⁠ sharpness.

Eventually,​ Ellen chuckled humorlessly​⁠​ and said cheerfully,‍‌‌ “Then, it’s fine.”​

–Creak.‍

The⁠⁠ creak of the‍⁠ wooden door marked‌‌​ its closing. It⁠ was the sound‍ of Dereck returning​‍ home.

Dereck​‍​ still occupied the⁠⁠ residence once used‌​ by his mentor,‌⁠​ Katia.

Not‌‍ for any special‍ reason, but simply‌ because moving elsewhere⁠‌ was too much‌ trouble. He had​ no desire to‍‌‍ spend money unnecessarily,‍​ and its location​ was strategic—close to​⁠‌ the tavern district.⁠‌‌

Late‍‍ at night, Dereck​‌​ returned home and​​ pulled a small​​ wooden chest from‌‍ under his bed.​⁠​

Inside​​ the sturdy chest⁠​‍ was a large⁠⁠ amount of gold‌​⁠ coins, along with​ various treasures and‌ gems. They were‌​​ the result of⁠ various commissions he‌ had undertaken.

“I’ve‍⁠ saved quite a bit. Maybe it’s​‌ time to think‍⁠ about buying some⁠​​ magical equipment.”

Dereck⁠‍ dreamed of having⁠‍‌ his own staff‍ or wand, but‍ high-quality magical artifacts‌‍​ were so expensive‍​ that even nobles⁠ thought twice before⁠​​ buying them.

He⁠‍ longed for a staff capable of⁠⁠‌ casting advanced magic,​⁠‌ but even that‌ was out of⁠⁠ reach unless he​ surpassed the threshold​​ of the three-star​​​ rank.

In‍ reality, such items‌⁠⁠ were inaccessible to​⁠⁠ commoners, and even‌ if purchased, they‌​ wouldn’t be easy‌‌⁠ to use freely.​‍ Perhaps a magical‌‌​ wand, easier to‍‌⁠ carry and conceal,‌‍​ would be a better option.

The​ most important thing​‌⁠ was to master‌‍⁠ three-star magic as‍⁠ the top priority.⁠⁠ Three-star magic was⁠‍⁠ on a completely​‌ different level compared​‍‌ to two-star.

While‌ two-star magic focused⁠‍⁠ on personal attack‍‌​ power, three-star introduced‍ spells on a scale usable tactically‍ even in group‍⁠ battles.

In⁠‌‍ combat magic, there‍‌‌ were spells like‍‌ seismic shifts or‌ walls of fire‍‍ capable of large-scale‍​ area attacks, and​⁠‍ in the confusion‌​‌ domain, there were⁠‍ spells that could​ disorient someone’s senses.‌⁠

Especially‍‌ in the detection​ field, mastering three-star‌ magic allowed one‌‌ to directly perceive‌ all magical tricks‍⁠‌ around them.

“Taking‌ commissions from nobles​ is certainly profitable,‍​ but it consumes‍‌ too much time⁠‌‌ and isn’t related‌ to real combat,‍ which doesn’t help⁠‌⁠ my magical progress.​ That’s definitely a problem.”

Hunting​ magical beasts and⁠ exploring labyrinths felt​⁠‌ meaningful for Dereck’s​‌‌ magical advancement.

Supervising​ a noble lady’s​‍ magic might bear⁠​​ some fruit but‌ rarely contributed to⁠ his own mastery.‌ Sometimes teaching provided​‍‌ insights, but the⁠‍ limits were clear.​

After‌‌‌ earning enough money,⁠ maybe it was​‍ time to focus⁠‌​ on his magical​​‌ accomplishments.

With‌​⁠ that in mind,‌ Dereck carefully counted‍ the money in​‌ the chest. It​ was enough to‌ live worry-free for‍​ a while.

“Yes…​‍‍ For now, I should focus on⁠ my achievements and​ avoid accepting any⁠⁠ teaching commissions.”

He​‌‍ believed there was‍‍ value in teaching‌⁠​ others, but more⁠​‌ importantly, he wanted​ to become an⁠​ extraordinary mage.

His​ desire to break​​​ through the three-star​ magic barrier was⁠ more urgent than⁠ anything else.

“I’ve‍ rested enough; it’s‌​ time to take​​⁠ on meaningful commissions.‌‌​ I wonder if‍ Pheline is available.”‌​

With⁠​ that, Dereck decided⁠‍ to take a break from being‌‌ a magic instructor.​⁠‌

It​ was one week‍⁠⁠ before the visit‍‌‍ of Belmierd, the‍⁠⁠ Prince of Change,‌​ and Duplain, the⁠⁠ Grand Duke, to​⁠‍ Ebelstain.

Unfortunately‌‌⁠ for Dereck, rulers‌​‌ had a way⁠‍ of never leaving​‌ capable individuals alone.⁠

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