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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 58: Drop of Blood (4)

Chapter 58: Drop of Blood (4)

“You⁠ could get hurt,​‌⁠ so stay near‍ the bed.”

“Wait,​​ wait… Dereck. Are​‍ you really going‌⁠ to break the‍⁠​ window all of​⁠ a sudden? If‍‍⁠ you damage the‍‌‌ Duplain mansion’s property⁠‌ so easily…”

Seeing​⁠‌ Dereck acting so⁠ abruptly, Denise stood‌​ up, and when​ she saw his​ expression, she trembled⁠ slightly. Dereck’s face⁠‌​ was terribly serious.⁠

Crises​​⁠ often came without⁠ warning. And Dereck⁠ knew that better⁠​‌ than anyone. That’s‌‍‍ why, whenever he⁠​ had doubts, he⁠‍ acted without hesitation.‌‌

Better‍⁠⁠ to err on‍‌‍ the side of⁠⁠ caution than fall‌⁠​ short. He had‍‌‌ never regretted following‍⁠‌ that principle.

Crash!‌⁠

“Ahhh!”​‌​

The​​ chair Dereck threw​‌​ flew out the​‍ window and rolled‌‌ until it stopped​ in the garden.​‍​

Fortunately,​​‍ no one was‌ nearby in the‍‍ garden, shrouded in​ the darkness of‍​ night.

After⁠‌ brushing aside the⁠​ shards of glass‌⁠‍ with his boot,‍ Dereck leaned out​ to inspect the‍‍ surroundings.

Even‌⁠ after breaking both‌‍ windows, the frame​ was still narrow​‍ for an adult‌⁠‌ to pass through.‍​ However, since Denise‍‍ was small in‍ build, it looked‌ like she could​ be pushed through.‍‍‌

“D-Dereck.‌​ Why did you​​‍ do this?”

“Focus‍ your magical senses‌‌‍ on the hallway.‌‌⁠ It’s filled with‍‌ a strange magical​‍ energy.”

Denise,‌​ knowledgeable in magical​​​ detection, immediately concentrated‍​ after hearing his‍‌‍ words.

She​ used the first-level⁠ spell Magic Detection,‌ and within seconds,​ her expression turned‌ grim.

What‍ flowed through the‌ corridor wasn’t the⁠‍ bluish magic she‌ was used to.‌ The reddish, viscous‌‍​ energy emanating from‌‌​ that magic was‍ abnormal from the​​ start.

It⁠ was the first‍ time Denise had‌⁠ sensed something like‍​‌ that, but Dereck​‌ had already encountered⁠‍ that type of‌⁠⁠ magic before.

‘Looks‍ like forbidden magic.‍‌‍ It’s the first‍⁠‌ time I’ve run⁠⁠‍ into something like‍ this since arriving​‌⁠ in this world.’‍

Besides‍⁠ the five recognized⁠ branches of magic—combat,⁠​​ transformation, confusion, summoning,‍ and detection—there existed​ continent-wide forbidden spells.​‌⁠

Their​ mechanics were completely‍‍‍ different, and their‍⁠‍ growth process too.⁠‌‌ That magic fed⁠​ on human blood,⁠​ devoured souls, or⁠ consumed corpses… far​ removed from any‍⁠ ethical principle.

There’s⁠ always a reason​‍ taboos are considered​ taboos.

“Excuse‍‌​ me.”

“Kyaa!”⁠‍

Dereck‍⁠‌ lifted Denise in‌‍‍ one swift motion.​⁠​

She​ blushed from the‌‌ sudden contact, but⁠ Dereck, without hesitation,‌ jumped with her⁠‌ into the dark‌ garden, stepping fearlessly⁠​ on the shattered‍​​ glass.

Whoosh!‍

Jumping​‌‌ from the third‌⁠ floor was almost‍⁠ like plunging into​⁠ a void.

But‍ Dereck deployed a second-star transformation spell:‌‍ Earth Wall. A solid wall of‌ magically reinforced earth‍​⁠ rose beside the⁠‍ mansion’s exterior.

Using​ it as support,⁠⁠ he descended in‍ a zigzag and​‌​ landed safely, setting​ Denise down.

“D-Dereck…!”​‌​

Still⁠‍⁠ recovering from the‌​ fright, Denise looked​‍​ back at the⁠‌ mansion.

“…The⁠ mansion looks strange.”⁠‌

Dereck‌​ turned his gaze‍‍‍ toward it as​‍​ well.

Lady​⁠ Diella had just​⁠ debuted in society,‍⁠​ and prominent figures⁠⁠ from across the‌‍ continent were present​​ to celebrate.

And‌⁠‌ yet, that place​​ brimmed with an‌ eerie silence.

Dark‌​ red magical energy‌‌‍ leaked from every⁠ crack and between⁠ the walls of⁠​ the mansion, as‌ if it were​​ bleeding. Even someone⁠‌⁠ without magical sensitivity⁠ would have sensed​⁠ something was wrong.‌⁠‍

“W-What‍​ is that…? Why‌‌⁠ hasn’t anyone reacted?”‍⁠​

“There⁠⁠​ are several three-star​‌​ mages among the​ guests… even two‍ four-stars. It’s strange​‌‍ that none of⁠ them have noticed‌ something this obvious…”‍

Dereck​​ had memorized the‌ names of the‌ high-level mages invited,⁠‍ even if not‌‍​ all the nobles.​‍‍

Anyone‌ at that level‌​⁠ should have been⁠ able to detect‍⁠​ that abnormal magic.‌ And yet, inside‍ the mansion, everything​‍ remained quiet. Something⁠‍‌ was seriously wrong.​​⁠

“We⁠ need to find​‌‍ out what’s going‍‍ on inside. If​‌ something happens in‌‌⁠ a mansion full‌ of key figures⁠‌​ from all over‍ the continent… it​‍ could be catastrophic…”⁠

“I‌‌⁠ think something already​‌​ has happened.”

“…What?”‌⁠‍

“That​‌‌ dark red energy…‍‍ it might be​‍ necromancy. Or a plague.”

Denise‌​‍ turned pale.

Necromancy‍⁠⁠ was the most​‍ infamous taboo. To​​⁠ progress, many necromancers⁠ consumed corpses or‌​ murdered other mages‌‍⁠ to absorb their​​ power.

Almost‌‌ every great necromancer‌ in history was​ a mass murderer.‍⁠‍

‘First,⁠ ensure safety.’

Dereck⁠​ quickly analyzed the‌​ situation. Staying near‌⁠ the mansion was​⁠⁠ not an option.‍

Ensuring​⁠ Denise’s safety was‍‌‌ the priority.

“There’s‍ no point investigating‍​ what’s going on‌ inside. Let’s head‍‌‌ out the front‍ gate. We’ll assess​ the situation from‍‌⁠ there.”

The​‌ most reasonable plan‍⁠⁠ was to cross⁠ the central garden‌​ and head straight‌ for the entrance.⁠

If​ it was locked,​‍⁠ they’d break it‍‌‌ down. Worrying about⁠‌‌ property damage during‌⁠‌ a crisis was⁠‍‍ absurd.

“Yes,‍​ I understand! Dereck!⁠ I’ll… follow you.”‍

Denise⁠​‍ didn’t object.

In‌ a situation like‍‍ that, Dereck was⁠⁠ the best person⁠⁠⁠ to lead. Trusting‍​‍ him was the​ right choice.

Both⁠​ began running through‌‌ the garden.

Denise​​ clutched her dress‍‍‍ tightly, biting her‌​ lip to keep⁠⁠⁠ pace, while Dereck‌​‍ moved forward with‍ constant vigilance.

Tap,‌⁠​ tap, tap.

In​ the silence of‌​ the garden, the‍‍‍ only sound was⁠​‌ that of their⁠⁠ footsteps.

Though‍⁠⁠ the run was‍‍‌ long, Denise managed⁠ to endure thanks‍​ to the physical⁠⁠‍ training she’d done‍ with Dereck.

They​⁠ passed the tea⁠ tables, crossed the⁠​‌ rose-covered gazebo, and⁠‌​ it was there‍ that they saw⁠⁠ it.

A man stood guarding‌⁠⁠ the path to⁠ the main gate.⁠​⁠ Both stopped.

While‍‌ Dereck took a defensive stance and⁠ assessed the man⁠​ in the darkness,​ Denise tried to​‍‍ catch her breath.​‍

“Who’s⁠⁠⁠ there?”

“Dereck,‌‌‍ is that you?!​ It’s Delron! Butler​ Delron!”

A familiar face.

Delron,‌ the Duplain family’s​‌ butler, was one⁠‌ of the longest-serving‍‍‍ members of the​ household.

His‍ eyes remained sharp,‍‌ his posture straight,‍‍ his uniform bloodstained.‌

There‌⁠⁠ were multiple bloodstains⁠ on his suit,⁠‍ and he was⁠ gasping as he‌‍ clutched a wound.‍

“B-Butler!​ You’re the butler‌⁠‌ of the Duplain‍⁠ family!”

“L-Lady‌​‍ of House Beltus…⁠ you’re safe too.​​ What a relief…​ The mansion is‌‌ in chaos. Strange‌‍ monsters came out‌ from the pavilion‌ basement… they’re killing​ servants indiscriminately…”

Blood‍‌ dripped from the‍​ wound Delron was⁠‍ trying to contain.⁠‌‌

“We‌⁠ must inform the​‌ main house… Lady‌ Denise, please evacuate…​‍‌ I must go​ and alert Lord‍⁠‍ Duplain…”

“Monsters…⁠⁠ from the pavilion?‌ How… how can‍ that happen in‍ an inhabited mansion?”​‍‌

“I-I’m​ not sure either.⁠ I heard monsters​⁠ usually appear in​‍​ labyrinths… maybe something‍⁠‌ like that emerged⁠ in the pavilion’s⁠‍​ basement. We can​‍‌ figure out the‍ cause later. Right​ now, we must​ evacuate the guests​ from the main‌‍‌ building!”

“Y-Yes…!‍ The main building⁠⁠ is full of​ representatives from influential​⁠‍ noble houses. If​ any of them⁠ are harmed, it​ would be a disaster!”

Denise​‌ took a deep‍‍ breath as she‍ assessed Delron’s condition.‌

One‍​ of the butler’s‍ arms was already‍⁠ ruined, and he​ couldn’t move it​⁠​ properly.

“B-Bulter…!⁠⁠⁠ We must treat​‌ your wound first…!”​‌

“I’m‍⁠‌ fine! There’s no​‌‌ time! Dereck, please.‌ You must inform​‍⁠ the people in‍​ the main building‌⁠‍ about the monsters’‌ appearance! Please… please…”‌

Delron⁠ staggered, speaking between‍‍‌ gasps.

“B-but⁠⁠‍ we have to‌ help you first!‍‍‍ You’re losing too⁠‍⁠ much blood! At⁠ the very least,​ we need to​‌‍ support you—”

Just‌ as Denise tried‌‌ to steady him,‌​⁠ Dereck grabbed her‍‌ by the nape‍⁠​ and threw her⁠‍ back.

Slash!‌⁠‍

“Ahhh!”‍‌

Denise‌ screamed as she⁠​‌ fell, stumbling over⁠‍‌ the hem of​‍ her dress.

Before⁠ she could understand​⁠‌ what was happening,‌⁠⁠ claws slashed through⁠⁠ the air exactly‍‍⁠ where she had‌ been a second⁠ earlier.

Swish!‍‍​

Claws.‍‌‌ The word felt‌⁠⁠ out of place.​⁠

Dereck⁠​ swallowed hard. As⁠ soon as Denise⁠⁠​ got close, Delron’s‍‌ seemingly mangled arm‍ had moved in‍‍ a direct strike‍‍‍ toward her. But⁠ it wasn’t his‌‌​ original arm.

Crack,​ crack!

A new arm sprouted⁠ from Delron’s left⁠⁠ shoulder.

It​⁠⁠ was too grotesque‌‌ to be called‌​‍ human. It was​‍ in a state‍​ of decay, with‍ abnormally long nails‌ jutting out. Upon​ seeing the horrific‌⁠⁠ sight, Denise’s eyes‍ filled with terror.‌⁠⁠

Dereck’s‌ brow furrowed.

The‍ intelligence he had​ seen in Delron’s‍‍ eyes moments before‍‌‌ had vanished. A monstrous stench wafted‌​⁠ from various parts‍⁠ of his body.‍

His‍‍⁠ skin was covered‌ with grotesquely bulging⁠ veins, and its​‌ color had turned​ a stony, grayish‍ hue.

Delron,‌‍​ coughing up blood,‌‍ let out a coarse growl as‌‍ he attacked Dereck.‌‍

Without‍​ losing his composure,⁠⁠ Dereck kicked him⁠‍ hard in the‌⁠ stomach, twisted the‍​‌ deformed arm, and‌​ flung him into‍‍ the garden.

Crash!⁠ Bang!

Delron’s⁠ neck twisted violently⁠‌ to one side⁠⁠​ upon impact, but‌​ he stood up⁠ unscathed, planting both‌⁠​ hands on the⁠ ground.

His‍ swaying, expressionless figure​​ no longer resembled​ anything living.

“W-What…‍ what is that…?”​‌

“Get​‌‌ up, Lady Denise.”‌⁠‍

“What…‌ what is this…?​​‍ Ahhh!”

Splash,‌‍ splash!

From⁠‍ the other side⁠‍‌ of the garden,‌‍​ several humanoid figures‌⁠ suddenly emerged.

It‍ was as if‍ the dead buried‍ beneath the earth⁠​​ were rising one‍ by one. The‌‍​ stench of rot‍‍ froze the blood‍​⁠ upon contact.

Right⁠⁠ beside Denise, an‍‌‌ arm burst from‍⁠ the ground and⁠​‍ grabbed her wrist.‌​

Startled,‍ she tried to‍‍ pull free, but‌ the grip was‍ far stronger than​​‍ that of any​ normal person.

In​ just a few‍⁠ more seconds, the​ fragile bones of‍⁠​ her arm might​ have snapped.

At​ that moment, as⁠​ the pressure intensified—‌⁠​

Slash!‍​

Dereck​ drew a dagger‌ from his thigh‌​​ and slashed the‌ arm in one‌‌ swift motion. Rotting⁠⁠ blood splattered.

The​​ decomposed flesh clung⁠ to Denise’s arm⁠‍‌ as the blackened⁠ liquid ran down⁠‍​ her skin.

Just‌‌ seeing it was‍ enough to make⁠‌​ Denise feel she‌‍‍ would faint.

“Ahhh!​‌ Huff, huff…”

“Lady‍‌‍ Denise. Please get‌‍​ up. The situation​⁠ is critical.”

“M-My⁠‌ legs… I can’t…‍​ Huff… ahh… ahh…”‌​‌

Her‍‍‌ thighs were trembling‌‌​ violently.

Even​ she couldn’t believe‌⁠ what she was​ seeing. Her face‍‌ was stained with‌ blood, she was⁠ hyperventilating, paralyzed.

Dereck⁠‌ crouched in front‍⁠ of her, placed‌‌​ his hands on‍ her shoulders, and‌ looked her firmly​ in the eyes.‌‍

“Calm‍⁠‍ yourself, Lady Denise.”⁠‌​

“D-Dereck…‌ Huff… huff…”

Dereck,‌​​ who had traversed‍⁠ countless flesh-ridden labyrinths,⁠ adjusted to the​‌‍ situation immediately.

But⁠‍ for a noble‍⁠‍ young lady who‌‌ had never witnessed​⁠⁠ anything like this,​ being suddenly confronted‌⁠‌ with such horror⁠⁠ was a tremendous​‌​ shock.

That’s‍​ why Dereck’s first⁠‌‌ act was to‍ synchronize his breathing‌‍ with hers while​‍‌ holding her gaze.‍

Just⁠‍ as fear can‌​ be contagious, so‍‌ can calm.

In​⁠‌ the midst of‌‌‍ that hell, where​‌ the dead rose‌⁠ slowly, Dereck didn’t‍ lose his composure.⁠‌‍ He soothed Denise’s​‍‌ frightened heart first.​

His‌⁠​ presence was reassuring.⁠‌‌ And little by‍​​ little, Denise’s lost‌⁠​ sense of reason​‍‌ began to return.⁠‍

“Huff…‌ Dereck… I’m sorry…​⁠​ I… this… I can’t…”

“It’s‌‍‌ normal. Can you​ stand?”

“Yes…​⁠ First… we need‌⁠‌ to escape through​ the main entrance…”‌

Dereck⁠ looked toward the‍​‍ main gate.

The⁠ number of corpses​​ was steadily increasing,⁠‍ gradually surrounding the​⁠ mansion. It was‌ as if they‍‌​ were trying to‍ trap all the​‌ guests inside.

Even​‌​ if they managed​‌ to break through​‍⁠ and cross the⁠‌ gate, they would​⁠‍ find nothing but​‌ open ground.

Fighting​ in such a field against so⁠‌‍ many corpses would‍‍‌ quickly drain their⁠ stamina.

‘Escaping‍ by carriage would‌​‍ be ideal, but​ the coachman probably⁠ isn’t at his‌ post.’

Dereck‍​ reassessed the situation​‍ within seconds.

“Let’s​ go back to‍ the mansion. Outside​‌‍ is more dangerous.‌​ We don’t know‌‍ how many there​⁠​ are, and your​‌‍ stamina will run​ out before you​​⁠ can keep your‌ distance.”

“R-Really?”⁠

“There​‌​ are guests inside.‌‌ Among them, several‌ 3-star magi and‍ at least a couple of 4-stars.⁠​‍ It’ll be better⁠‌​ to find them‍⁠⁠ and regroup.”

The​​‍ fact that the‌‌ main building remained⁠ silent was worrisome,​​ but venturing into‍ the open without‌ intel was worse.‍

Dereck‍ helped Denise up,⁠ and the two​​‍ began running back​ toward the mansion.​‌​

Behind⁠​ them, numerous corpses​‍ started to stumble⁠ after them, led‍‌ by the deformed‍ Delron.

“Huff,‌‍‌ huff…”

Denise,​ who had just​⁠ caught her breath,‍‍⁠ was gradually regaining⁠ her composure.

She‍‍‍ was a smart‌‌ girl. But still​‌‍ a young one.⁠‍

Faced⁠‌ with the sight‍⁠⁠ of corpses tearing‌‌⁠ through flesh and‌‍⁠ arms bursting from​‌‌ torn backs, her‌⁠ mind had shut⁠⁠‌ down in panic.⁠

But​ now, though trembling,‍ her rational mind⁠​ was beginning to​ resurface.

“The‌‍ mansion’s west wing‌⁠‍ is for guest​‌ quarters, right? When‌ we passed by​ earlier, there was⁠‍ no response. They​‍ must have escaped,‍ or…”

“…Or‌⁠‍ what?”

“Or‍ they were neutralized.‌ I don’t know​​​ what’s going on…​ but if I were the one​ who planned this,‌​‍ my top priority⁠ would be to⁠⁠ eliminate the high-level‌​ magi first.”

It‌‍ was a logical​‌ deduction.

If​ someone wanted to​⁠‍ unleash this kind‍​ of anomaly within⁠‍‌ the Duplain mansion,​‌‍ they’d have had⁠ to prepare a way to suppress‍ the most powerful​​​ mages.

“This‍⁠​ kind of energy‍ should be detectable​‍​ by 3-star magi,‍‍ right? You sensed​ it first, Dereck.”‍

“Yes.‍‍⁠ There are several‍​⁠ at that level‌ among the guests,⁠ besides me.”

“Then⁠‌​ they must’ve used‌​​ some kind of‌​ trap to subdue‍⁠​ them.”

“…But‍ I’m fine.”

“Dereck’s​ rank isn’t widely⁠​​ known. It’s not⁠ easy to predict‍⁠‌ that a mercenary‌ with your background​‍‍ could be a 3-star mage or‌ higher.”

Dereck‍ himself was an‌‍‌ anomaly.

The​‌ world was vast‌‌⁠ and full of⁠⁠‍ mages, but predicting​ someone of his‌ age could wield⁠‌ detection magic of​ that level wasn’t‌ easy.

In‍​‌ fact, those who​ knew Dereck’s true​‍ rank could be⁠ counted on one‍‍​ hand.

“In⁠​ the worst-case scenario,​‍⁠ you might be​‍ the only 3-star‍‌​ or higher mage⁠ who can still‍​‍ act properly right​‌‍ now, Dereck.”

“…”‍​

“Then⁠ you should move‍ and check on‌‍ the other magi.”‌‍​

“It⁠​ won’t be a big problem. Anyway,‌ while securing the⁠‍‍ guests’ safety, let’s​⁠⁠ gather everyone who‍ can help and​⁠ secure the mansion​‌ first.”

As⁠​ Dereck calmly laid⁠‍ out the plan,⁠⁠ Denise took a deep breath.

That’s‌ when her trembling​​​ fingers finally stilled.‍​ Gritting her teeth,‌ Denise followed Dereck’s‌ lead toward the⁠⁠​ mansion.

“I’ve⁠‍ been fooling myself.”‍

“In⁠‌‌ a situation like‍ this, anyone would‌ tremble. I’ve seen​​ worse in labyrinths,​⁠⁠ so I adapted⁠​​ quickly.”

“Yes,‌​⁠ you’re reliable. But⁠ the other noble​ ladies in the⁠⁠‍ mansion must be⁠ terrified. If anything‍ goes wrong, the‌ damage could escalate⁠ drastically.”

“…”‌‌⁠

Denise‌⁠ was right.

As⁠ Dereck ran toward⁠‌ the mansion, he‌⁠‌ recalled the list‍​‍ of today’s guests.​

Except‍ for a few​​ high-level magi, most‍ lacked battlefield or‍‌‍ combat experience. Especially‌​ the noble ladies,‍ who were likely​‌​ frozen in fear,⁠ unable to act‍‍⁠ in such a crisis.

Flesh‌​ flying, blood splashing,‌​ and grotesque monsters‌ roaming the mansion‌​ grounds.

Freezing⁠ in terror under⁠ those conditions was​‍ only natural.

***‍⁠

Slash!⁠​‌

The‌‍‌ corpse of a servant that entered‍⁠⁠ the room was‍⁠ struck by a magic arrow. Its‍‍‌ rotting arm was⁠‍ torn apart, and‍ dark red blood⁠ splattered throughout the⁠ room.

Splash!​

“Ahhh!”‍‍⁠

With‌‌ a loud crash,⁠‍​ the tea table​​‌ flipped over, and‌‌ a low-ranking noble​‍‍ lady who had​ been seated there‌ screamed.

Thud!​‍​

The​‍ fallen corpse dropped‌ to its knees‍ and collapsed. Soon,‌​ it rolled across‍‌⁠ the floor, and​ its severed head⁠⁠⁠ tumbled toward the​​ woman, staring at‍ her blankly.

“Eeeeeek!”‌

The⁠‍ woman, whose name​ was unknown, wet‌⁠‌ herself in fear.‌ Ellen pretended not‌​ to notice. In‌ a situation like‍‌ this, almost no‍​‍ one could keep‌ their composure.

The‍ corpse had burst‍‌ into Ellen’s room‍​ shortly after Dereck‍ had left the‌ mansion.

From​ outside the door,⁠ a magical aura‌​‌ seemed to seep⁠⁠ through, and a servant entered carrying‍ a tea tray.​

However,‌⁠ the servant, wearing​‌ a spotless butler’s​‍​ uniform, began twisting​ his body unnaturally,‌​⁠ and soon, spewing‍⁠‌ blood, lunged at‌ Ellen.

Ellen⁠ had been chatting‌​‍ with a low-ranking​⁠ noble lady who​ was her friend‍‌ over tea.

Though‍⁠‍ surprised by the⁠ sudden attack, Ellen‌‌ calmly drew a magic arrow and​ destroyed the lunging‍​​ corpse.

The⁠‍ low-ranking noble, now‌‍⁠ in tears, looked‌ at Ellen—covered in‌⁠ dark red blood—as​ she calmly dusted​‍​ off her dress‌‌ without blinking.

“What‌‍ on earth is‌⁠ going on…?”

Rumors‌​⁠ about the brilliant‍‌ star of House⁠ Belmierd were well-known,​⁠⁠ but staying composed​‍ even in a situation like this‍ was strange.

However,​‍‌ for Ellen herself,​ it wasn’t that‍⁠⁠ unusual.

During⁠​ her intense training‌ period, a mercenary-turned-magic-instructor​‌​ had taken her​‌ through all kinds​​ of labyrinths no⁠​ less terrifying than⁠​​ hell.

There,‍⁠‌ she had seen⁠‌‌ humanoid monsters whose‍⁠ body parts were⁠​ severed in various⁠⁠​ ways, torn limb‍ from limb, even‍ human bodies split‌⁠‌ in half.

The‌ time when she⁠ would tremble at‌​ the sight of⁠ corpse-like monsters spilling‍⁠​ some blood was⁠‌​ long gone.

‘…Truly‍ terrified, huh? Looks​⁠‍ like you won’t‌ be much help…’‌​

Ellen‌​ sighed when she⁠‍​ saw the noblewoman​ trembling like a leaf. Then she​ glanced at the​ eerie corridor. Only‌‌​ silence filled the‌‌‌ air.

‘Should⁠​‌ I check on‌​‍ the condition of⁠‍ the others in​ the rooms…? Or⁠‍⁠ should I stay⁠‍​ put…? I’m not‌‍⁠ sure how to⁠⁠ decide what to​ do…’

As​​⁠ Ellen slowly observed‌ her surroundings, the‍‌‍ noble lady lying‍‍ on the floor‍ was stunned. Indeed,‍‍ staying calm in‍‍‌ a situation like​ this didn’t seem‍​ normal. But for‍⁠ Ellen, it wasn’t‍‍ so strange.

Ellen​‌ occasionally closed her​‌ eyes and imagined‍⁠ the labyrinth she‍ had traversed with​ Dereck. It was‌ a horrifying sight‍ that would haunt⁠ her dreams whenever​ she was about​ to forget it.⁠

Compared​​ to that, a few corpse-like monsters​ lying dead were‌⁠ child’s play. In⁠‍ a way, Ellen‌ wasn’t normal either.⁠

Unfortunately,⁠⁠ this was also‌ due to Dereck’s​​ influence.

‘Anyway,‌⁠⁠ understanding the situation‍​⁠ before it gets‍⁠ worse is the‌‌‍ priority…’

Murmuring​‍‌ to herself, Ellen’s‍⁠ breath caught as‍ she looked down‍​ the hallway again.‌‌‍ The west corridor‍ of the Duplain​ mansion. A space​⁠ filled with waiting​‌ rooms for many⁠ other distinguished guests.⁠

There…​‍ the strange servants,‌ for no apparent‍ reason, were dragging‍‌⁠ all sorts of⁠‍ guests out of⁠‍ their rooms. Most⁠‍ looked like limp⁠‍ corpses.

When⁠‌ she saw the‌‍‍ faces of the‍ guests being dragged​⁠ across the floor,​‍​ there were more​ than a few‌‌​ names recognized throughout⁠⁠‍ the continent.

The‌‌⁠ scene looked as⁠‍⁠ if they were​⁠‌ preparing a sacrifice​​ for some ritual.‌

‘No⁠ matter how you​‌ look at it…​⁠ this… is a major incident…’

Ellen​‌ knew instinctively. If‍‌​ all of them‍​ were really corpses,⁠‍ this event would​⁠ go down in⁠‍ history as a catastrophe spoken of‌⁠ across the continent⁠​ for years.

She⁠ was now right​‌‌ in the middle​ of that scene.⁠⁠​

Ellen⁠‍‍ swallowed hard and‍ thought.

‘Where⁠ is Dereck…? Dereck⁠ must be somewhere‌ in the mansion‌‍ too…’

Right‌⁠​ now, who could​⁠ she rely on?⁠

Curiously,‍ the first thought‌​ that came to​⁠‍ her mind was‍ that of the‌‍⁠ seasoned mercenary.

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