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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 34: Star 3 (4)

Chapter 34: Star 3 (4)

“Duke‌‌ Beltus, that man​⁠ never seems to⁠​ age.”

Count‌⁠‍ Belmierd mused aloud.‍‌

In‌ the central meeting⁠‌ hall of Cleon‍‌⁠ Hall, within the‌​ noble district of‍​ Ebelstain.

The‍‍ sight of three​ prominent western Empire‍​ nobles gathered in⁠​⁠ one place made‍⁠‌ the attendants swallow⁠​​ dryly.

Each⁠​‍ of them ruled‌‍ their territories like‌‌​ kings, knowing that‌‌ even the smallest‍ misstep could bring‌‍ shame upon their‌​ families.

“Perhaps‌‌ the rumor that‌ he touched a taboo isn’t so⁠⁠ far-fetched.”

Count‍ Belmierd led the‌​‍ meeting with a warm laugh, but​⁠ as usual, Duke‌ Duplain and Grand⁠ Duke Beltus maintained‍‌ grave, grim expressions.‌

That​⁠⁠ was how heads‌‌​ of great families‍ behaved. In truth,⁠​ nobles like Count​⁠‍ Belmierd were rare.​

“If​ Duke Duplain plans‌‌⁠ to expand his‌ territory beyond the⁠⁠‌ Belkos Peninsula, he​​ should be cautious​ of the labyrinth‌ in the White‌‍ Zone. Manipulating trade‍ tariffs there would‍ be a major⁠‍ advantage, but if​​​ powerful monsters are‍​ stirred up in⁠ high-level labyrinths, it⁠​⁠ could bring greater​ losses, don’t you‌ think?”

“Duke‍​‌ Beltus is the‌⁠ most concerned. I’ve‌‍ dispatched knights from⁠​⁠ my own domain⁠​⁠ to investigate, and​ it seems there‍​ won’t be major⁠⁠‌ disruptions.”

“The⁠​⁠ lives of your‌⁠ people are at‍​‌ stake, so we‍‍‌ must be more‍‍ cautious. If needed,⁠‍ we can even⁠ send knightly orders​‌​ from our own​⁠ lands.”

“You⁠ call those people​​ knightly orders? Aren’t​ they just worthless​​ mercenaries?”

Grand​‍​ Duke Beltus, his⁠​ thin face framed​‌​ by tousled blue‍ hair, frowned.

The‍ Beltus territory was⁠ vast and fertile,⁠ but nothing compared⁠ to the other​⁠​ two territories present.⁠ Most of it​ consisted of islands‌ and mountains.

Though‍⁠‌ his military might‍‌⁠ matched that of⁠⁠⁠ high nobility, over‍ half of it‌ came from General⁠ Orel, a former‍​ mercenary.

In‍ terms of influence,⁠​​ he couldn’t compare‍‍⁠ to Duke Duplain,‍​ whose bloodline was‍‌ mixed with royalty,‍ so it was⁠⁠ natural for him‍ to constantly worry‍ about being left‌‌‍ out of the‍ three great families.⁠⁠

“Duke‍​‍ Duplain, your words‍​‍ are too harsh.‍ The mercenaries under‌​‍ General Orel stationed‍ in the Beltus⁠​ territory wield their‌​‌ swords with conviction‌‍‍ and faith, don’t‌⁠ they?”

“If​ you pour enough‍ gold into their​​‍ hands, they won’t​ hesitate to stab‌ those they once​‌‌ protected. Can you‍‍ really sleep at‌‍‍ night entrusting your‍ domain to such‍‍ people?”

“It‍‍‌ seems Duke Duplain‌ is confident in⁠‍ managing his vast‍⁠‌ territory with his‌‍⁠ limitless private army.‍‍‍ Rumors say the​‌ outskirts of the​ Duplain domain are​ full of crime​​ and lawlessness.”

Duke‍ Duplain gave a hollow laugh. He⁠‍ recognized the value⁠​⁠ of General Orel’s‍⁠‌ mercenaries, but entrusting‍‍‌ them with administrative​‌ duties and territorial‌ security was another‌‌ matter entirely.

“You’ll⁠ hit a wall‌⁠​ eventually. Or perhaps…​ are you content⁠‌⁠ with things as‌‍ they are?”

“What‌⁠ a ridiculous provocation.”‌

“Does⁠‌ it sound like‍‍​ a provocation? I’m‌ only stating facts.”‍‌

Count‍‌‌ Belmierd sighed deeply.​‌⁠ It wasn’t that​ he didn’t understand‍‍‌ the reason behind‌‌ their tension.

The‌ White Zone, stretching‌‍‌ north of the‍‌⁠ Duplain domain, was‌​‌ a golden region⁠ filled with high-risk‌‍​ labyrinths.

If‌​‍ someone could break⁠​ through and raise‍⁠ trade tariffs, and⁠ retrieve hidden treasures⁠ from the labyrinths,​​ it would be​‍ a huge gain…​ But realistically, it⁠⁠ wasn’t a task​‍‌ solvable with Duplain’s‍‌⁠ military alone. Labyrinth​‍‌ exploration couldn’t be‍​ handled by brute‌‌‌ force alone.

Grand⁠ Duke Beltus’s suggestion​⁠ to send knightly​ orders was also⁠⁠⁠ driven by his​​ desire for a share of the​​⁠ White Zone’s treasure.‌‌ If he wanted‍ a share of​ the spoils, he​⁠ needed a reason,⁠ hence constantly pushing⁠ Duke Duplain to‌‌ ask for help.‌‍

Such​⁠‍ interest disputes were⁠​​ common, but it‍​​ wasn’t something that‍​ should be discussed‌ in a setting⁠ like this.

Since​‍⁠ the talks on​​ goods tariffs passing⁠ through Ebelstain had‌ concluded, Count Belmierd​⁠ thought it fitting‌‍ to end on​‌ a lighter note.‍

“Still,‌‍‌ exchanging opinions directly⁠‌ in Ebelstain is​‍‍ far better and⁠‌​ faster than by​​‌ correspondence. Now that‌​‍ we’ve reached a consensus on the‍​‍ contentious issues, let’s⁠ wrap up the‌‍ negotiations. After all,‍​​ after such a long journey, don’t​ you agree it’s​​‍ time we see‍‍ our children’s faces‍ in the noble​⁠ district’s social scene?”‌

With‌⁠‍ that, Count Belmierd⁠‌⁠ turned the conversation‌​ to their children.‌ In truth, all‌​ present loved their⁠​ offspring deeply, each⁠ in their own‍​‍ way.

It‍​ was also important‌ for each of​ their daughters to​⁠‍ have a place‌ in Ebelstain’s social⁠​​ scene, particularly within‍ Rose Hall.

Fathers‌‍​ were constantly engaged‍‍​ in their own‌ battles of pride,⁠‍⁠ each determined not⁠ to let their⁠‌ daughters be overshadowed.​​​

“I⁠‍ heard Lady Diella⁠‌ of the Duplain​‍‌ family will debut‌​‍ soon in Ebelstain’s⁠⁠‌ social circle after​‍ her coming-of-age ceremony.⁠ Though she roams⁠ a lot, her‍ recent magical achievements‍​⁠ are remarkable.”

No⁠ father disliked praising‍⁠⁠ his child. When⁠ Count Belmierd casually⁠ offered praise to‍ ease the atmosphere,‍‌⁠ Duke Duplain crossed‍ his arms and‌ leaned back in​ his luxurious wooden​‍‌ chair.

“Hmm…‍​‍ She may roam,​⁠ but she’s accomplished⁠​ a lot lately.​⁠‍ However, she tends‌ to downplay her​ achievements, overshadowed by‌ Aiselin’s success.”

“With​ her debut preparations‍‍‌ underway, such gloomy⁠‌​ thoughts will soon​​‍ be forgotten.”

Count⁠‍ Belmierd shared this​⁠‍ pleasant exchange to‌⁠⁠ lighten the mood,‍‌ but he was‍⁠ not someone who‌​ always bent to⁠​⁠ others. Especially when⁠ boasting about his⁠⁠⁠ children.

“Though​⁠‍ perhaps she’s no​ match for Ellen.”⁠

“…”‌

“There’s‌ no need for​⁠ such pessimism, Duke.​⁠ While Diella’s achievements‍⁠⁠ may not rival​‌ our Ellen’s, she’s‍‍ certainly nothing to​⁠ be ashamed of.”‍

Duke​​​ Duplain’s brows furrowed​⁠‍ slightly.

When‌ it came to​‌ boasting about daughters,‍‌‍ he had little​‌​ to say.

“It’s‍‌⁠ true that Diella’s​ achievements have yet‍⁠‌ to shine. But​‌ since there’s no‌‌ mountain higher than‌ Aiselin, perhaps she’s‌‌ set her sights‍ on her as⁠‌⁠ a new goal.”​

“…”‍

Aiselin‍ was, indeed, the​ flower of Ebelstain’s⁠‍ social circle—the pillar‍⁠ of Rose Hall.​

Even​ the kind-hearted Count⁠ Belmierd found it‍ difficult to claim​‍‍ that his daughter⁠​ Ellen was nobler‍ or superior to‍⁠ Aiselin.

Having⁠ a daughter like⁠⁠ Aiselin was akin​ to holding a royal flush in‍‌⁠ the game of‌‍ parental pride.

To‍‌ think there was​ no comeback could‌⁠ be frustrating, but​ the Count couldn’t​‌ stand imagining his⁠‌‍ daughter Ellen being⁠ seen as lesser‌​ anywhere.

“Perhaps‌ you haven’t heard⁠‌​ of the recent‍‍‍ magic duel, Duke‌ Duplain?”

“What?‍​ A magic duel?”​‌

“Yes.​ Lady Aiselin may⁠ have long reigned‍⁠⁠ in Ebelstain’s social‍ scene, but that‌ glory might not⁠‍ last forever.”

It‍ wasn’t that the‍ Duke was unaware​ of the recent‌‍ duel. Aiselin had‍‌‌ openly shared several‍ Ebelstain social gossip‍‍ bits with him.‌⁠⁠

In‌ particular, she seemed‍​‍ to have learned‍ a lot from‍⁠⁠ her recent duel‌⁠⁠ with Ellen.

Aiselin‍‌⁠ was always composed.​⁠ However, she clearly‌‍⁠ sensed a crisis‌​​ during that duel,‍‍‌ nearly facing defeat⁠​‍ at Ellen’s hands.​‌

Those⁠‌⁠ who always thought‌⁠ of their families‌ naturally sought out‌​ new mentors.

It⁠​ was true that‌⁠ Ellen had caught‍‍ up to Aiselin’s​‌ level. With a victorious gleam, Duke⁠⁠ Duplain quietly observed‍‍‌ Count Belmierd, who‍‌⁠ watched him warily,‍ and slowly frowned.‍

He’d‌⁠⁠ heard that Aiselin‍‌⁠ had won that‌⁠ duel. However, judging‌ by Count Belmierd’s​ expression, it was⁠‍ hard to say​ who truly won.‌‍

“It’s‌​‌ true, the mercenary‍​ who became Lady​‍‍ Diella’s teacher appears‌​ to have extraordinary​⁠ skill. For now,​ that mercenary is⁠⁠ firmly on Ellen’s‍ side.”

Though​‌‌ he spoke gracefully​‌‍ and with dignity,​‍ his words were​ nothing more than⁠‌ a veiled jab⁠ at Duke Duplain.​‌⁠

It⁠ was essentially saying:​ “Aren’t you jealous?‌‍​ The magic tutor‍‌‍ you got so⁠ much out of⁠‍ now works for‌‌‌ us.”

But‍ Duke Duplain also‌​‌ mocked Count Belmierd‍⁠⁠ in return.

“On​ Ellen’s side? Do‍⁠‌ you think that‌ mercenary is the‍​ type to stay‌ in one place?”⁠‍

“Pardon?”​

“It​ seems, Count Belmierd,​‌ that you haven’t‍‍ truly met that​⁠ mercenary.”

The‍‌‍ words of Duke​ Duplain hit the‍‍ mark. The mercenary,‍⁠ a highly confident‌ master of magic‍⁠ followed by Ellen‍‍ and Aiselin, hadn’t‌ even been seen​⁠‍ by them.

When⁠‍ Count Ellen fell​‍ silent, Duke Duplain,‌​⁠ chin held high,‌ spoke with an‍​‍ arrogant expression.

“Of‌​‌ course, he has​‍ talent for teaching,‍ but he’s not⁠‍ someone who can​ be easily tied‌​ down to one​​‌ place, and forcing​ him would only​​ backfire.”

Before‍​ being a magic‌‌ teacher, he was‌​⁠ a mage full⁠​‍ of ambition.

If‍​‍ he ever felt​​ that teaching noble⁠ ladies was negatively‍‍ affecting his pursuit⁠​ of magic, he​ would refuse to​ teach anyone, even‌ for wealth.

To‌⁠‌ manage a talent​‍ like that, persuasion‍ was more effective‍ than coercion. Duke‍​ Duplain’s insight was‍‍ something that could​​ only be gained​‌​ from meeting the‌‌ man named Dereck​​​ directly. Count Belmierd‍ couldn’t make that‌⁠‌ kind of decision⁠‌⁠ at the moment.‍‍‍

Feeling​‍ psychologically superior, Duke‍‌ Duplain’s voice became​ calm again.

“After‌​ all, he has​ worked for a long time as​⁠ a teacher on‍‍‍ the Duplain estate​⁠‍ and is very‌‌⁠ close to Diella.‌ Knowing how Aiselin​‌ is, it’s obvious‌ he’ll eventually return‌ to being her‍ family tutor rather‌‍ than Ellen’s.”

“Ugh…”⁠​

“You⁠‍​ think you can⁠ bind him just‌‍‍ because he deviated‌⁠‍ slightly from the​ Belmierd family? A ruler must know​‌ how to control‍ and manage his‍ people.”

Count‌‍‌ Belmierd couldn’t refute‍‌‍ Duke Duplain’s words.‌​​

It⁠‌ was true, Dereck⁠​​ understood very well‍‍‌ that Duke Duplain⁠​ was someone who‍⁠⁠ valued earned achievements‍​ when working under⁠‌ his command.

He​​‍ didn’t need to‍​‌ be overly loyal‍⁠​ to Count Belmierd,‌‌‌ a man he‌⁠​ didn’t even know.⁠‍

If⁠⁠‍ Dereck pledged loyalty‍ to anyone, in​‍ the end, it‌ would be only‌⁠⁠ to Duke Duplain.​‍​

With‍ his voice full⁠​ of confidence, Count‍ Belmierd rested his​​ chin and took⁠ a deep breath.​‌

‘I‌⁠‍ must meet him.’‍

Ellen‍‍‍ seemed interested in​‌ keeping the magic​ teacher named Dereck.⁠‍​ It was true,‌⁠‌ having such a teacher had brought‌‍ great success in⁠ the magical duel⁠‍‍ with Aiselin.

Imagining‍⁠ his daughter losing‌ her teacher due‍ to differences in⁠ parental authority was‌‍‍ unbearable.

Even‌​ worse, losing him‌⁠ to Aiselin of‍​​ all people—such an‍⁠​ event would keep⁠ him from sleeping⁠ at night. It⁠ was something he⁠​‍ had to prevent‌⁠‌ at all costs.​

‘Is​​​ it the Beldern‌⁠‍ Mercenary Band?’

After⁠ this meeting ended,​‌ the other nobles​‌⁠ would go see‌‌ their daughters in⁠‍​ the noble district.⁠

He​‍​ felt sorry for​⁠​ Ellen, but decided⁠‌ he had to‍​‍ get to ‘Beldern’s​‌‌ Tears’ in the‍‍⁠ tavern alley faster‌⁠ than anyone else.⁠

Only‍ by pushing the​⁠ mercenary named Dereck​​​ into Ellen’s arms‌ did it seem‍‍ he could leave‍ Ebelstein with a relieved heart.

‘…’‍‌

However,‍‌⁠ the expression of‍​ Duke Beltus, who‍⁠ had been listening‍‍⁠ to the two’s‌‌ conversation, was also‌ not light.

He​‍‍ was an opportunist.⁠

If‌ figures like Count⁠‌‍ Belmierd and Duke‌‌ Duplain were competing‍ over a single‍⁠‌ talent, there was‌​‍ definitely something worth​‍‌ noting about him.​⁠

Being⁠​‍ a magic tutor‌​ for noble ladies⁠‌‌ was reason enough.‍ His daughter, Denise,‌‌​ hadn’t shown significant‌‌‌ progress in her‍⁠‍ magical achievements lately.‍‌‌

Precisely‍⁠ because Denise lacked‌​ motivation and just​ did what others‍ did. Even as‍ her father, Duke‍ Beltus couldn’t understand‍‍⁠ such a lazy​​ temperament.

‘I‍ must send a letter to Denise‌ to ask about‌⁠‍ the magic teacher‍‍ named Dereck. The​ fastest way is‌‍⁠ to inquire through⁠​​ the social circle.’​​​

In‌ any case, Denise‌⁠​ would provide some‍​‍ information if he‍‌‌ took action on‍​ his own.

She⁠⁠ may not initiate‍​ things, but once‌‍⁠ she did, she‍‌‌ always got results.‍⁠‍

In‌‍‌ fact, Denise had​⁠‍ anticipated such instructions⁠ from Duke Beltus‌‌‍ and had already⁠ sent a request⁠ to the Beldern‌‌ Mercenary Band.

If‌⁠ she could obtain​​ the man named⁠ Dereck, it would‍ clearly hold importance‌‍‍ at the negotiation‌ table.

***‍​‌

The‍‍‌ sound of water​​ dripping from stalactites‍ echoed throughout the‌‍⁠ chamber.
Even in the‌​​ darkness where not‌ an inch ahead⁠​ could be seen,‍ Drest moved forward​‌ without hesitation.

When⁠‍‍ Dereck tried to⁠‌‌ light a torch,‍⁠ the old man⁠‌⁠ raised his withered‌​ hand to stop‍‌ him.

“…”‌⁠⁠

“Always‌ be careful observing‌ your surroundings in‌ darkness.”

“How‌ exactly should I do that?”

“Release​‌ your mana.”

“…”‍

The‍‌ old man’s explanations⁠‍ were always brief.‍

It‍⁠ seemed impossible to‌⁠‍ discern beyond the⁠‌‍ darkness just by‌‍‍ releasing mana. Among‌ detection-type spells, there‍‍ was one called‍⁠​ ‘Night Vision’ that⁠ allowed one to‌​‌ see in the​⁠ dark.

However,‍‌‍ there was no‌‌⁠ sign the old‌‌‌ man used that⁠ spell. Even a mage at the​​⁠ pinnacle of skill​⁠ couldn’t manifest magic⁠​‍ without a process‍​​ of mana refinement.​

Yet,‌⁠‍ there seemed to​⁠ be a skill‍‍​ to perceive the⁠​ surroundings just by⁠‍ emitting mana. Dereck‌ closed his eyes‌⁠ and tried as‍‍⁠ the old man‌ instructed. Emitting magical‍⁠‌ power wasn’t too​ difficult.

But⁠​ within the dark​​‌ cave, his magic​ clashed and disappeared⁠ into nothing.

“…Is‍‍ it possible?”

“Yes,‍​ you catch on⁠‍‌ quickly. By extending⁠​⁠ your magic and‍‍ feeling its echo,‌​ you can roughly⁠‍ understand your surroundings.”⁠

Dereck‌ swallowed hard. It⁠ was like a bat emitting sonar‍⁠ to navigate dark‍⁠ caves. The old‍⁠ man seemed familiar​‌ with the process,⁠‌ able to walk​ even with eyes‍ closed.

This⁠‌ way, one could⁠⁠⁠ understand a battlefield‌‌‍ without using high-level⁠‌‌ magic.

However,‍‍​ just because the‍​ theory was clear‍ didn’t mean it‌ was easy to‌ execute.

The‍‍‌ old man seemed‍ to easily grasp‌ the cave’s structure,⁠‍ but Dereck had​‌ to stay completely‍⁠‌ alert just to‌‍ sense his surroundings.‍​⁠

“Is⁠ this… possible…?”

Dereck​ tilted his head‌‌​ after several attempts,​ but the old​‍‍ man’s voice came⁠‍ seriously.

He⁠ spoke as if‍ this wasn’t a great feat, but⁠⁠​ merely the fundamentals​​⁠ of search magic.⁠⁠

His‍‍ standard was too‌ high. Skills like‍ that weren’t basic.⁠ Still, Dereck didn’t⁠​‍ complain.

This​ old man was‍⁠ an undisputed master​‌ of search magic.‍​‍

“It‌⁠ seems you still⁠​⁠ don’t fully understand‍ the level of⁠​‌ search magic. Level‌‍⁠ 1 search magic⁠⁠ can detect dangers‍‍‍ or weaknesses, but⁠​⁠ at level 2,‍ you can track​⁠ a specific target,‌ sense magic itself,‍⁠ and glimpse objects‌ or places in‍ the past.”

Search​​ mages were a minority. They didn’t⁠ contribute directly to​ combat power.

Mages‍​ specializing in search​⁠‍ magic like Drest​‌⁠ were rare, most‍⁠‍ acting as support.​​

“At⁠ level 3, you⁠‌ can see magical‍ camouflages or view​‌ distant places, and‍‌⁠ at level 4,‌ you can discern‍⁠ magic levels or‌‌⁠ lies from others.‍‍​ This is just‌‍ part of the​‍⁠ wonders of search.”‌

“…What‍ about at level‍⁠ 5?”

“You‌ can read people’s⁠ minds. Sometimes, even‌‍‌ talk to the​‌​ dead.”

Hearing‌‌​ those words, Dereck​‍‍ had to swallow‌​⁠ again. The old⁠ man, who read⁠ aloud as if‌ he had seen​⁠ all the world‍ had to offer,⁠ also seemed to⁠ read Dereck’s mind.‍‍‍

That‌⁠ is, he knew‌​ Dereck wasn’t bound‌​ to this world‍ and that his‌​ blessed magical talent‌ wasn’t ordinary.

However,​‌​ the old man​ showed no surprise⁠ at Dereck. He​‍‍ had lived a century. It seemed⁠‍​ there was nothing​ left in the‍ world that could​‌ surprise him.

“At‍‌ level 6, you​‍‍ can sometimes glimpse​​⁠ the future and​​⁠ destiny. You can’t​⁠ use it freely,‍⁠ but occasionally, it​ feels like seeing‌ through the eyes‌ of a god.‍‌ Of course, surrendering‌‍ to such arrogance⁠⁠ never ends well.‍‍ We must not⁠⁠‍ forget we are‍‍‍ just ordinary humans‌⁠‌ on this earth.”‍⁠

“…Then,⁠‌⁠ is there a reason Sir Drest‌‌ sought me out?”‍⁠​

“Correct.”​

As‌​ the old man‍‍ went deeper into‍⁠‍ the dark cave,‍​ a wide open​‍ space appeared.

Bats‌ chirped and flew​​‌ in the dark,‌ and unknown rodents⁠⁠ scurried across the‍‍⁠ ground.

In​‍⁠ the middle of​ it all, an​‌ old man sat‍ silently atop a large rock.

“You‍‍‍ are destined to⁠⁠ die before your⁠ coming-of-age ceremony.”

“…”‌​‌

“I​​ just hope it‍⁠​ won’t happen.”

You‌ are destined to⁠⁠ die. Hearing such⁠‍‌ a statement from‌​‌ a six-star search‌⁠ mage was shocking.​⁠

However,‌‌ Dereck didn’t appear⁠‍ surprised or emotionally‍ shaken.

As‌ a mercenary who​ crossed battlefields, he​‌ had always lived⁠ close to death.​ He found it‌‌ curious that he​ felt no emotional​‍ disturbance inside.

“There‍‍ are many things⁠ I want to‌‍‌ ask.”

“Sorry,‍​ but I have​‍ no desire to⁠​‍ answer. I can’t⁠‌ predict how my‌ answers might change‌⁠​ your future. The​​ future can unfold⁠ in many ways,⁠⁠ diverging from what‌ was initially seen.‍⁠ But I can⁠⁠‍ assure you one‌ thing.”

Drest⁠‍ WolfTail’s face showed⁠⁠ the accumulation of​​‌ years. After living‍​ a century and⁠‍ experiencing many things,‌ he seemed to‌ have come to‍‌‌ a deep realization‌ in the end.​

What‍‌ could be the​ purpose of his‍⁠ life, after losing‌ everything?

Dereck​‍⁠ couldn’t understand it.‌​​

“You​ must not die.‍‌ So I will⁠⁠‌ make sure you‌‍ don’t. You must‍​ reach a higher⁠‍ level than now.”​​

“Are‍‌‍ you offering to⁠‍ teach me search‌ magic?”

“Yes.⁠⁠ And if you⁠‌⁠ can aim for‍ three-star in combat⁠ and confusion magic,⁠ it would be‌‌⁠ wise to achieve‌​ it now. If⁠⁠​ you do, no‌‍​ companion of yours‌​ will be able‍‍‌ to match your‍⁠​ accomplishments.”

“Why​ go this far?​⁠ What do you​‌ want from me?”⁠

Drest​ closed his eyes‍⁠‍ for a moment,​​‌ then remained silent,​‌⁠ as if searching​⁠ for a compromise.‌‌​

“Before​ you come of‍ age, Valerian Delomaine⁠‌⁠ Duplain will attempt‍​ necromancy.”

Dereck’s‌ eyes widened in⁠⁠⁠ shock.

“If‍ that happens, you⁠‍‌ must kill him.”⁠‌‍

Drest​ WolfTail was not⁠‍ someone who spoke​​ nonsense.

Yet‌‍​ even so, Dereck​⁠ found himself needing​​ to ask again​ what he had⁠ just heard.

***‌‌

As​‍‍ usual, Jayden was‌‌ polishing glasses at⁠​​ Beldern’s Tears bar.‌
However, that afternoon,‍⁠‌ the face of‍​ the visitor who​‌‌ entered the tavern‌⁠ nearly made his⁠‌​ eyes pop out.‍

Assisted⁠‍‌ by many servants‍ and followers, the‍​ head of the⁠ Belmierd family, Belmierd​⁠​ the Prince, walked‌​ in with difficulty.​​

The‌ commotion had made‌‌‍ everyone at the​⁠⁠ tavern alley entrance‍ bow their heads.⁠

He‍‌​ was not the⁠‍‌ type of person⁠‍ to stroll through‍ Ebelstein’s market block⁠ casually.

“Ah,‍ welcome.”

Jayden‌‌‌ immediately bowed deeply.⁠

There⁠ had been rumors⁠‍ of an agreement​‌​ between the three⁠​​ noble families in⁠⁠ Ebelstein. It was​⁠‌ just passing news.⁠

No⁠‌ one, including Jayden‍‌ and the gathered​ tavern patrons, could‌​⁠ have imagined Count‌​‌ Belmierd would set‍‌​ foot here, so‍ all watched with‍‌‍ incredulous eyes.

“I‌ heard my servant‍​⁠ sent a letter,‍‌ but there was‌‌‍ no response.”

“Ah,​⁠ I didn’t expect‌‌ you to come‍‌⁠ in person. I have nothing special‌‌ to offer right‌ now. Just low-quality‌​​ liquor…”

“No‌​ matter. Do you‌ think I came​⁠⁠ here to drink?​ I need to⁠ see the face‌​‍ of that mercenary,‍‍ Dereck.”

Count‌‌ Belmierd laughed heartily⁠‍ and then sat‌​ at one side‌ of the bar.‌⁠

With‍‍ many servants bowing‍​‍ behind him, Jayden,​‍⁠ standing on the​‌‍ other side of⁠​‍ the counter, felt‍ unbearable pressure.

After⁠ all, he was​‍ now the owner‍ of the tavern.‍‌ If Count Belmierd⁠​ came as a guest, then it‌​ was his duty.⁠‌

“I‌‍​ already received the‌ commission letter. But…‍‌ there’s a small⁠‌‌ problem…”

“A​‌​ problem?”

“Yes.‍ The problem is…​⁠ Dereck is currently‌‌ missing.”

Dereck‌‍⁠ had entered the‌​⁠ tavern a few​ days ago, face‍ full of emotion,⁠‍ left a message‍ saying he’d reject⁠⁠​ all commissions, took​‌​ his ration bag,​‌ and immediately left.​

Since⁠​​ then, there had‌​ been no contact.​​ He sometimes rested,⁠‍​ claiming he needed​‌​ a break, but‌‌ he had never⁠‌⁠ completely disappeared.

‘Surely‍ they received letters⁠‌⁠ from the Beltus‍⁠ and Duplain families​⁠‌ too, but to⁠‌ vanish at a time like this…’​

Count⁠‍​ Belmierd had rushed⁠‍ to the tavern⁠​ faster than anyone‌ else, a bold​‌ move on his‌ part.

He​​ had a tight⁠ schedule in Ebelstein.‍​ Forcing everyone to⁠ come here in‍ person meant he‍‌ had sacrificed a lot. He was​ a father who‍‌​ would do anything​‍‍ for his daughter.‌

If​ the Count showed​‌ his sincerity by⁠ coming in person,‌‍​ no mercenary could​ reject an offer.‌‌ Such pressure was⁠​ necessary to prevent​‌⁠ their minds from⁠ drifting to offers‍ from other houses.⁠‌

However,⁠⁠​ that was only​​ possible if they‌ could see his‌⁠​ face.

“Maybe…⁠​ he went into​‌ seclusion for some​ magical breakthrough… That’s‍ what I think.”​​‌

“Seclusion…?‍‍ And where would‌ he do that?”​‌

“That,⁠‍ I don’t know.⁠​⁠ At times like⁠‌​ this, it’s pretty⁠‍ hard to understand…”⁠‌‍

Beltus,‍ Belmierd, Duplain — all were eager‍ to recruit him.​

Whatever⁠‍ the issue, he‌‍⁠ wasn’t the type‌​ to boldly refuse⁠ a direct offer⁠‌ from a head‍ of house.

So,‍​ the first to⁠ find him would‌⁠​ be his Lord.⁠

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