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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 60: Drop of Blood (6)

Chapter 60: Drop of Blood (6)

The‌‌‍ reason Lady Freya⁠ of the Freya⁠‌ family was able‍⁠ to avoid the​⁠⁠ disaster at the‍​ Duplain mansion was‌ because the Mont‌‌‌ Blanc she ate​‌ during afternoon tea‌‍ was delicious.

It⁠‌‍ sounds absurd, but‌‌ in reality, she​‍​ was sitting in‍​⁠ a corner of⁠​‍ the mansion’s kitchen,⁠ holding a beautiful‌​ Mont Blanc dessert⁠‌‌ on a plate⁠⁠⁠ in her lap.⁠‌

The⁠⁠ servants, busy as⁠‌ if possessed while​ delivering food to​ the ballroom, didn’t‌⁠ even notice her⁠​ hiding under a table in the‌‌‍ corner.

While⁠ silently watching the‍⁠ servants move like‌‌⁠ machines, Lady Freya⁠ was confused about⁠ what to do.‌⁠‍

‘…’​‌‌

If‍‌ you explained it,‍ the situation wasn’t​⁠ complicated.

Normally,‌ her strict tutor​‍⁠ Katia kept a close eye on‌⁠ her back home,‍‌ but she was​‌​ delighted to be⁠​ able to eat​‍‍ pastries freely at‌‌‍ the southwestern ball,‌⁠ far from her‍ tutor’s interference.

So,⁠⁠ after sampling various⁠ drinks, she fell‍⁠⁠ in love with​‍​ the Mont Blanc⁠ that the Duplain‌⁠⁠ mansion’s pastry chef‍​ proudly served.

While‍‌⁠ the other nobles​‌ rested in their‍​ private rooms, she‍⁠‍ told her loyal‍ maid she was‌‌‌ going to the​ restroom, then headed‌ to the kitchen⁠⁠⁠ to grab more‌‌ Mont Blanc.

It‌​ was far too​‌‌ shameful for the‌ eldest daughter of‍⁠‍ the prestigious Elvester‍​ family to sneak​ into the Duplain‌‌ mansion’s kitchen just‍⁠⁠ to secretly eat‍​ desserts. So she‍⁠ used her ability—Confusion⁠ Spell—to take food‌‍ without the servants‌⁠ noticing.

‘What’s⁠ really going on?’⁠

It‍​⁠ was the kind​ of situation where‌‌‌ most would tremble‌‍ in fear, yet‍‌‌ she looked perfectly‍​‍ calm, holding her‌‌‌ Mont Blanc steadily.⁠⁠⁠

Even‍ amid the chaos,⁠⁠ she nibbled on​⁠ a honey bun‌⁠‌ as if she⁠⁠ were enjoying a picnic in this​⁠​ eerie place.

Freya⁠ wiped the crumbs​ from her mouth​​⁠ and recalled the​⁠​ message her tutor​ had left before‌ she left the​‌ mansion:

“Lady‍‌​ Diella of the​​‍ Duplain family will‍​ likely become the‌‍​ most influential person‌⁠ in the southwestern⁠⁠ empire. So please,⁠ don’t be rude‌‌‍ at her ball​​ and, I beg​‌‌ you, don’t focus‌‌ too much on‌‌‍ the food. Mind⁠‌​ your manners and‌​​ make a good​⁠‌ impression.”

“Lord⁠‍ Kohella will also​‍⁠ be at the‍‌‍ Duplain mansion, so‍ if you see​ him, make sure⁠ to greet him‌ properly… Hmm… If⁠‌‌ there’s a ball​​​ at the Duplain‍‍ mansion, my former‍​‍ pupil might also‍ be there.”

Tutor​‌ Katia, who constantly⁠⁠ interfered and instructed⁠ Freya, was someone⁠ she feared.

She‌ had always been‌‍ kind and warm‍ when teaching Dereck,​​⁠ an exemplary student​‍ in every way,​‌‍ but knew how​ to be ruthless‍⁠​ in disciplining and‍ controlling her pupils.⁠‌

To⁠​ manage Freya, who‍ was weak to‌⁠ gluttony, and to‍ hone her vague‍‌ magical skills, Katia⁠ sometimes had to‍ become a demon.​‌‍

“Former⁠​ student of Tutor⁠‌ Katia? What family⁠ is he from?”⁠‍‌

“He⁠​ was a commoner⁠⁠‌ from the slums.‌ Very talented and​‌ passionate about magic,‍‍ but I couldn’t⁠ bring him to‌‌​ the Elvester estate,​ so we parted‍‍ ways in Ebelstein.‍‌ We still exchange​ letters occasionally… He’s​‍‍ now working as⁠ a magic instructor⁠​ in the noble‌‌ society of Ebelstein.⁠​‌ So if you​​‌ attend any social⁠‌‌ events there, you​ might run into‌ him.”

“You⁠‍ teach commoners too?‍⁠ That’s surprising.”

When‌​‌ Freya, sitting on‌​⁠ her bed, asked​⁠‍ that, the elderly‌ mage sitting at⁠ the desk with‌‍ a quill gave​‍⁠ a bitter smile.​⁠

“Is​⁠ there a difference‍⁠ in the way‍⁠⁠ magic is handled?‌‍ Sometimes, even among⁠‍ commoners, there are‍‍ people highly knowledgeable⁠​ in magic.”

“Even​ if they dedicate⁠​ their whole life,⁠ they’ll only become‌ a 3-star mage,​⁠ right? I wonder​‍ what the point‍​ is in trying​‍​ so hard for‍‍ magic. It must‌ feel meaningless from‍‍⁠ a teaching perspective‍‌ too.”

“…”‍⁠‌

When‍‍ Freya spoke harshly,​‍ Katia made a complicated expression and​‍ gently placed her​ hand on Freya’s‍ head.

After⁠ thinking for a moment, she finally‍⁠ replied briefly:

“You’re​‍ right. No commoner⁠‌‍ can wield magic‍‌ as well as​​ nobles.”

Freya​⁠ could tell from⁠⁠‌ Katia’s expression that​‌​ she was hiding‍ something. She clearly⁠ knew something about⁠⁠‌ her former student​​ but didn’t want⁠‍ to talk about‍‍ it.

“My‌ former student is‍ exceptional, but he⁠‌ could never become⁠⁠ as skilled a mage as the⁠ nobles.”

That‌⁠‌ expression was definitely‌‌​ the one she‍​ used when lying.‍⁠‌ Katia rarely lied,‌‌‍ which made it⁠‍ easy to tell‌⁠⁠ when she was‌‌ keeping something secret.​​

Although⁠‍ Freya didn’t know​ who Katia Flameheart’s​ former student was,⁠ it was clear‍ that person meant⁠ something special to⁠​ her.

Katia⁠​‌ could be terrifying⁠‌ when angry, but‌‌ she was the​‍ best teacher Freya​ had ever had.‌⁠​ If Katia still​⁠⁠ cared about that‌⁠​ person, then they‌‌‍ must have had‌⁠ talent beyond Freya’s​‌ imagination.

That’s​‍ why Freya kept‌ her eyes open,​ even at the‍⁠‌ southwestern ball. The‌​ mage Katia had‌⁠​ mentioned might be​​ in attendance.

After⁠ asking around the‍ ballroom, she learned​ that Katia’s former‌ pupil, named Dereck,​‌‍ had been teaching​‌ Diella of the‌‍‌ Duplain family.

For​⁠⁠ the Duplain family—so‌ prestigious they’d hire​​ a commoner as⁠​‍ a magic tutor—he⁠‍​ had to be‌‌⁠ exceptional at first‌ glance.

She‌​ spent the entire‍‌ day sitting in‌⁠ the tearoom, observing‌ anyone who looked⁠ like a commoner,​‍​ but found no⁠⁠‌ one who seemed‌​ extraordinary.

“Judging‌‌ by the scale​​ of this disaster,‌ they were probably‍ dragged off and⁠ killed.”

Freya​ chewed and swallowed‌‌ the last bite⁠‍⁠ of her Mont‌ Blanc with indifferent⁠ eyes. Then she​‍‍ brushed the crumbs‍ from the plate‍⁠‌ and placed it‍ on the marble⁠‌‌ floor, stretching her‌ whole body.

“Ah.”⁠​

Even‌​⁠ with strange monsters⁠​‍ wandering the hallway,‌‍⁠ she stretched her​ stiff body with⁠ soft movements, like​‌ a rodent waking‌ from a nap.​

And‌​‌ then, magic began‍⁠ to stir in⁠ her eyes.

Freya,⁠⁠⁠ the countess, was‍ an expert in‌ illusions, having learned‍‌​ magic from Katia.​‌​

Even⁠ putting aside direct‍⁠‌ combat skills, she‍⁠⁠ was adept at⁠​‍ deceiving crowds and‍‌⁠ vanishing without a trace, moving back‍ and forth undetected.​‍

Her‍ confidence in her‌ abilities kept her⁠ calm, even in‍‍​ the midst of⁠​ chaos.

At​ the Elvester family‍‌​ mansion, if she⁠‌ decided to hide,‌‍ the only person‍‌ who could find‍ her was Katia.‌‌ Among the ordinary⁠⁠⁠ servants, no one⁠‌ could perceive Lady‍⁠⁠ Freya’s stealthy movements.‍⁠

“Let’s⁠ get out of​​ this mansion now.‍‌ This is going⁠‌‌ to take a while… If I run into commoners,⁠ I can just​ reveal my identity‍ and toss them⁠‍ a few gold‍ coins, right…?”

Her‍‍‍ hair, swaying with​ magic, draped over​ her shoulders like​ a cloak. She‍‍‍ was a girl‌ strangely devoid of​ any sense of⁠‌​ crisis.

Her‌⁠ attitude wasn’t just‌ bravery or strength‍ in the face‍⁠ of danger. It​⁠​ was as if‍ she had her​ emotions completely under‌​ control. She was​​​ so composed, it⁠ seemed like she​ might hum a tune even in‍‍ the middle of‍‌ a battlefield.

Quietly‌‌ rising from the‌ corner of the​ table, she peeked‌⁠ into the main⁠‍‍ hall, where the‍‍‍ food was being‍‌ prepared step by‌ step.

The​ servants were dragging‍​ unconscious guests and⁠‍ seating them at⁠ various round tables​⁠ in the main​⁠ hall. A lavish⁠​ banquet was being‍‌‍ arranged on the‌​ tables, and the‌‍ band was tuning‌ their instruments, preparing​‌ for the climax⁠ of the party.⁠

Although‍​​ the scene was‍ strange and grotesque,‌‌ Freya remained unfazed​‍‍ as she recited⁠ the level 1 confusion spell, Sound​‌ Barrier.

Whoosh.‌

A bluish magical energy‍‌ enveloped her, beginning⁠ to erase all⁠⁠‍ sounds.

Then⁠ she used the‌ level 2 confusion⁠ spell, Illusion, scattering‌‍ copies of herself​‌ throughout the hallway.⁠‍

Freya’s⁠⁠‍ illusions, confidently striding⁠‍‌ forward, lacked vitality‌ up close, but‌‍‍ they were enough⁠‍​ to distract the​​ corpse-like monsters wandering⁠​​ outside.

‘Next,​​‍ I’ll use a presence-concealing spell and‌‍ sneak around the⁠‍ mansion’s central garden‌‌⁠ to escape. If​ there are still‌‍‌ horses in the‍ stables, I might‌⁠ ride one and‌⁠ flee across the​‌ plains. Should I check just in‌ case? Hmm… I’m​ not very good​‌​ at riding—I always⁠ get scolded in​⁠‌ lessons.’

Just‌ as Freya was‍​‍ stretching and moving​​‍ toward the hallway—⁠‌‌

Bang!‍‌

“Hmm…?”‌​

Bang!‍ Crash! Crash!

A loud noise, as‍ if something had‌‍⁠ slammed into the‌​ ground, echoed from‍⁠ the upper part‌‍⁠ of the hallway.⁠​

Sensing​‍‌ something was off,‍‍ Freya sharpened her‍ senses.

Bang!‍ Crash! Smash!

Crack!​

After​ a series of‍⁠ crashes, the ceiling‍ above her suddenly⁠​ collapsed.

“Ahhh!”‌‌​

Freya‍‍ cried out in‌​‌ surprise and quickly‌‍ backed away. But⁠​ with her small‌⁠ steps, she didn’t⁠‌​ get far.

While‌‍‍ conjuring protective magic,‌‍‌ chunks of marble⁠‌ and dust began⁠‌​ to fall.

Boom!⁠⁠​ Crash!

Scream!​ Bang!

When‍‍ Freya, who had‌ fallen back in‌‍ an awkward posture,‌‌ looked up, she‍⁠​ witnessed an unbelievable​⁠ scene.

A white-haired boy, who​‌ had fallen along⁠​⁠ with the rubble‍⁠ from the upper‌ floor, was pinning​​⁠ down a man​‌ in armor beneath‍‍​ his knees. Both​​‍ were covered in​ dust and scratches.‍⁠

At‍⁠ a glance, it‌‌ was clearly a fight to the‌⁠ death.

“Wh-What‍‍‌ is this…?!”

Clang!⁠ Clang!

Bang!‌

From‌‍‌ the hole in‌⁠ the ceiling, more​⁠‌ furniture—tables and chandeliers—continued​⁠⁠ to fall noisily.​‍

Amid⁠‌ the chaos, the​‍‌ white-haired boy who‍‍ was stomping on​ the armored man‍‍ quickly turned to‍​​ face Freya.

“….”‍

“What…?‌‌‍ A… survivor…?”

That‌​⁠ was the moment​ when Freya barely​​ managed to get​ a sentence out.​‌

The⁠ man pinned beneath‌⁠​ the boy pushed‌‌​ against the floor,​ using magic to​‍​ fling him away.‍

Bang!​‌​

The⁠‌ white-haired mercenary was​ hurled against the‌⁠ wall by the‌​⁠ impact. It all⁠ happened in an⁠‍ instant.

When​⁠ the wounded man​ stood up, Lady⁠ Freya furrowed her⁠ brow.

Rumble.‍

Through⁠‍ the dust falling‍ from his body,⁠‌ a pair of‌​ red eyes gleamed.‌‍‍

“That‍ man… he’s the‌ second son of​‌‍ the Duplain family…!”⁠⁠​

Leigh’s⁠​‌ eyes were filled‌⁠‍ with madness, his‌ body torn and⁠ exhausted, barely able⁠ to stand. He‍⁠‍ was panting like⁠‌ a starving beast.‍

He⁠ had lost his‌‍⁠ mind.

The⁠ way he recklessly‍‌ unleashed magic in⁠‍⁠ all directions, ready​ to destroy anything‌ that moved, reminded‌‌ Freya of the​ enraged bull she‌‍ had once seen​​‌ in an arena.⁠‌

But‍⁠⁠ unlike a bull,‌ Leigh used magic.⁠ And that was‍‍ far worse. Freya‌⁠‍ tried to hide​‍ immediately, but the​​ monster—foaming blood at‌⁠ the mouth and‍ with bulging eyes—was‌ already radiating magical‍​ energy.

“Oh‌‌‌ no!”

It⁠ was then that​ Freya, unable to‍ keep up with⁠‌ the speed of‍‌​ the events, clenched‌ her teeth tightly.‌‌

Crack!‍‌⁠

Before‌⁠ she realized it,‍ the white-haired boy‍​⁠ had risen from​‌‍ the debris and‍⁠​ was gripping Leigh’s⁠ head tightly.

Moving⁠⁠ like lightning, he⁠ smashed the madman’s‌ head into the⁠ ground.

Crack!‌

Leigh’s‍‌‌ head hit the⁠‌⁠ floor with a dry, grotesque sound,⁠ and his body‌⁠⁠ rolled over once⁠‍‍ again.

Before‌‌‍ he could get⁠‌​ back up, the​‍‌ boy kicked him​ hard in the‌​ abdomen.

Crunch!⁠​​ Splash!

Blood​​‍ gushed from Leigh’s​ mouth. Each of⁠‍ the boy’s movements‍ was fluid and‍‍​ precise. It wasn’t​​‍ his first time‌⁠​ subduing a monster​⁠ like this.

“U-uwah…”⁠‍

“If​‌‌ you stay there,‌ you’ll die. Get⁠​ as far away‍‌​ as you can…”​‍​

“Behind‌‍‌ you! Behind! Behind!”​​

As​⁠ the boy warned⁠⁠ Freya, Leigh had​ already stood up​⁠‌ and was swinging​⁠ a wooden chair.‍

The⁠‌‍ boy quickly lowered‍‌​ his stance and‌‌ recited a spell,‌‍ blasting the chair‍ apart with a magic explosion.

His⁠ movements were like⁠​ those of a seasoned duelist. If⁠ this had been‌‍ a duel with​ weapons, things might​‍ have been different—but‌ in a real‍ battle requiring skill‌ and magical control,⁠‍‌ Leigh couldn’t beat⁠⁠ Dereck.

Even⁠ though his strength​‍ and ferocity had‍‍​ been enhanced by​⁠‌ necromantic magic, he‍‍ still couldn’t match⁠​‌ Dereck.

Still,⁠‍ even the winner⁠‌‍ of this clash⁠‍ wouldn’t escape unscathed.‌

Every​‍‌ blow from Leigh‍ left visible marks⁠‌​ on Dereck’s body.‌‍ A direct spell​ or a hit​ to the cheek‌‌​ drew blood, but​⁠⁠ Dereck didn’t flinch.⁠​‍

He‍​ was used to⁠‌ pain. To Freya,‌​ both Dereck and‌ Leigh looked like‌‍‍ monsters.

“Who​​​ is that man…!”‌

Leigh,⁠‌ no matter what‌‍⁠ people said, was⁠ the second son‍ of the Duplain‌⁠ family. Although he⁠⁠⁠ had always been​ overshadowed by his‌ older brother Valerian,‌‌‌ he was known⁠ for his exceptional‍⁠​ skills.

But⁠ now, under the‍‍ influence of strange‍ magic, he had‍‌‌ become a beast…‍ and even so,⁠⁠‍ he was being‌​ overpowered by someone‍‌ who appeared to‍⁠⁠ be a mere⁠ commoner.

Crash!​​ Bang! Crash! Crash!⁠‍⁠

The‌​ magic forming in​ his hands took​⁠ the shape of​ a giant flaming‍ spear.

Bang!‍​‍ Scream!

But‌‌ in terms of⁠ reaction speed, Leigh​ couldn’t match Dereck.‌⁠

Dereck’s​‌‌ specialty was firing‌ magical arrows that‌​‍ interrupted enemy spells​ before they were⁠ completed.

Even​⁠⁠ though Leigh was​‍‍ a formidable mage,‌ his magic lacked⁠ precision. Dereck, who​ had fought countless‌‌⁠ types of spells,‌ stood like an‍‍ impenetrable wall.

No⁠‍ matter how furious⁠⁠ the bull, if⁠ it charged at‌ a wall over‌‌ and over, all‌‌ it would do‌‌⁠ was break its‍⁠​ own skull.

The⁠‍ man, beyond reason,‍ didn’t know how⁠ to give up,‌​​ even when his‌‍⁠ magic failed. If​⁠ spells didn’t work,‍ he punched, bit,⁠ clawed—anything to kill‌ Dereck.

Crack!​‍

A blow landed on‍⁠‍ Dereck’s side, but‌​ he tensed his​‌‍ abdomen with a deep inhale and⁠‍ withstood the hit.‌‍‍

Without⁠ staggering or losing⁠‍ ground, Dereck stretched​⁠‍ out his hand​‍⁠ and gripped Leigh’s⁠​⁠ entire head.

“Ra…‍‍ hahaha.”

At‌ the moment Leigh,‍‍​ bloodied, tried to‌ bite Dereck’s hand—‍

Crack!‍⁠‌

Star‌ Level 1 Spell‍ – Electric Shock.‌⁠

Electricity​​ surged from Dereck’s‍ hand, running through​‌‌ Leigh’s head.

Crack!‍

No⁠⁠ matter how strong‌⁠‍ you are, taking‍⁠‌ a spell at​‌ that range would​ knock you out.​⁠​

Soon⁠⁠​ after, Leigh’s movements,‍ halted by Dereck’s‌⁠⁠ grip, began to⁠ weaken.

Sssss…‌

Leigh’s⁠⁠⁠ legs gave out,‍ and he collapsed‌‍ onto the marble‌‍ floor with a heavy thud. A small cloud of​‍‍ dust rose. Dereck‍​ shook his hand‍‌⁠ and loosened his​ wrist.

The​ end came in‌ an instant.

“My‍​ god…”

Despite‍ the vast physical‍‌ difference, Dereck had‌‍ subdued the giant‌ man with ease.‍

Standing​​ over the man‌​​ sprawled on the‍‍ ground, Dereck simply‌⁠‌ breathed heavily, none⁠‍ of his wounds‌‍ appearing fatal.

“What…‌⁠⁠ what was that…”​

Freya,⁠⁠‍ lying on the⁠ ground, swallowed hard.‌

At​ that moment, Dereck⁠ turned sharply to​‌‌ look at her.‍‍

His⁠‍⁠ face was covered​⁠ in dried blood.‍⁠‌ His eyes, blood-red.‍⁠ He looked like‍‍​ just another monster—one​ who had subdued‌ the giant without​‌​ any effort.

The⁠‍​ killer instinct still‌ gleaming in his‌‌​ eyes after defeating⁠ Leigh was enough​​ to make anyone’s‌ skin crawl.

Freya⁠‌ forgot to breathe​ and quickly released⁠ her magic.

‘If‌ I use illusion‍‍ magic to hide,⁠ I can escape!​‌ No matter what,‍ I shouldn’t face‌‌​ a monster like⁠ that!’

She​ released her magic​​⁠ and used the‌‍ highest-level illusion spell⁠‍ she could handle.​​

Star⁠⁠‍ Level 2 Illusion‍⁠ Spell – Momentary⁠ Invisibility.

It‍‍ was a spell‍ that made her⁠⁠⁠ completely vanish from⁠⁠ her opponent’s sight‍​​ for a moment.‌​ The duration was‌⁠‌ short, but it‌ was enough to⁠⁠‌ gain time and⁠ run toward the‌⁠ exit.

Just‌⁠ as she was‌⁠​ about to kick‌ open the window‍⁠ and dash into​‍⁠ the central garden—‍

Bang!⁠⁠

But‌‌⁠ something unbelievable happened.‌⁠

The⁠ guy grabbed Freya‍‌ by the back​ of the neck​​ just as she⁠‍‌ was about to​​ fully disappear.

Freya⁠‌⁠ nearly stumbled on‍ the hem of​‌​ her dress but‍⁠ managed to avoid​⁠ falling thanks to⁠‍‌ Dereck’s grip.

“Ugh,‍ pant…”

Freya⁠‌‌ swallowed dryly.

‘Detection⁠⁠ magic…! Magical or⁠‍ lifeform detection…! At​⁠ least Star Level‍⁠ 2…!’

This‍‍​ commoner was at⁠‍​ least a 2-star‌ level. She realized‌ that—but it was‌⁠ too late to⁠⁠‌ process it while‌‍ being held by‍ the nape of⁠⁠‍ her neck.

When‍‍⁠ Freya turned her​ head, there he‍⁠ was—the blood-covered monster,​​ staring at her​ with red eyes.⁠

In‍ the end, there​⁠⁠ was only one​ thing Freya could⁠ do.

“Please…⁠​ save me…”

It‌⁠⁠ was a plea​ from the depths‍​ of her being,‌‌ casting aside all‍‍ noble pride.

In‍‌‍ moments like this,‌ she was a clever girl.

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