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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 61: Drop of Blood (7)

Chapter 61: Drop of Blood (7)

Dereck⁠ gathered both of⁠⁠ Leigh’s arms, which⁠⁠⁠ had fallen to​⁠‌ the floor, behind‌⁠ his back and​⁠ tied them tightly‍⁠ with a torn‌‍ curtain.

Then⁠ he wrapped the‍ remaining fabric around‌ his entire body‌ and used the‍ Star Level 1 transformation spell, Attribute​‍‍ Imbuement, to harden‍‍‌ it like stone.‌​

The​ sequence of actions‌​ flowed so naturally​‍ it seemed he‍‌ had done it‍‍ countless times before.⁠ Freya, seated in‌⁠ a corner of⁠⁠ the hallway, watched⁠‌‍ Dereck wide-eyed.

‘The‌‍​ former student of‍​ Master Katia? I heard he was‍ a commoner, and⁠ yet…’

Five⁠​ minutes earlier, Lady‌​ Freya had tried‍​ to quickly flee⁠‍‍ from Dereck, but⁠​‍ was instantly caught.‌⁠​

It‍ was the first‍ time in her⁠ life that her​‌ confusion magic had​ been detected so‍‌ swiftly. She was‌ so shocked that​​⁠ she had begged​‍ for her life,⁠ but the white-haired​‌‍ mercenary had recognized​‌ Freya and reassured‍‍ her.

Without‌ mentioning her surname‍‌​ or affiliation, the⁠ boy, who briefly‍ introduced himself as​ Dereck, said he‍‍‌ knew Freya was⁠​‌ the eldest daughter‍‌‍ of Count Elvester’s‌ family.

The⁠ man who greeted⁠​‌ her politely, following‍‍‌ noble etiquette, exuded‌‍ a calm completely⁠‍ unlike the monster‌‍‍ who had just​‌ subdued Leigh.

“You‍ said your name​‌ is Dereck? Master​‍​ Katia spoke a lot about you.⁠‍ She said you​‍ were exceptionally gifted​‌ in magic among⁠ commoners…”

“How​ is Master Katia?”​

“…Of⁠‌ course, she’s doing‍‍‌ well. Her position⁠⁠ as the Elvester‍‌ family’s magic instructor​ is admired by⁠ everyone.”

Dereck,‌‌‍ who was firmly⁠ securing the bindings,‌​⁠ responded without even‌ glancing at Freya.​ Given the circumstances,⁠‌ he couldn’t afford‌⁠ to observe every⁠ formal courtesy with‍​​ the count’s daughter.‍​⁠

“Seems‌​‌ like we’re something⁠⁠‌ like siblings. I also received great‌ teachings from Master‍ Katia. Knowing she’s‍ well is a relief. But now‍ isn’t the time​ for nostalgia.”

After​⁠​ completely immobilizing Leigh,‌ Dereck spoke.

“The⁠‍ young lady from‍‍‌ the Beltus family⁠​ is hiding in‌​ the upper section⁠ of the VIP⁠⁠‌ rooms. We plan‌⁠‍ to gather the‍ survivors there, so​ you should head​ upstairs as well.”​

“No,⁠‌⁠ I… was trying‍‌ to escape the‍ mansion.”

“Outside‌⁠ the mansion is‍‍‌ filled with moving‌‌ corpses. If you‌‍‌ try to escape‌ recklessly on your​‍ own, you’ll regret​‌ it.”

“If‌⁠ I decide to‍ escape, no one‍ can catch me.‍​⁠ I even escaped⁠‌​ alone from the‍ great fire at​⁠⁠ Roventer Castle caused​ by bandits.”

“Didn’t‍‌ I just catch⁠ you?”

“…”‌⁠

Freya‌‍⁠ couldn’t answer. But​⁠⁠ only because Dereck’s⁠​‌ ability to sense⁠ magic was abnormally‌ sharp.

In‌ truth, Countess Freya​‍ was so skilled⁠ at diverting others’​‍⁠ attention that even‍⁠‌ Katia had to‌⁠​ search the entire⁠ mansion with all‍​⁠ her might to‌⁠‍ barely find her.‍

Dereck​​⁠ rested his chin‍ on his hand‍‌ and thought for‍​ a moment.

Indeed,​​ Freya’s level of​‍ illusion magic had‌‌‍ reached a considerable‍ degree. If he⁠‌‍ hadn’t been personally‌ trained by Drest​⁠ in magical detection,‌‍ he might not‍ have noticed her‍‍ at all.

It‍⁠⁠ seemed unlikely that⁠ ordinary detection magic‌‌ would work on‌​‌ Freya.

A third-rate mage would‍‌‍ hardly detect her‌‍ presence, so she‍ could easily avoid⁠ the corpse monsters.⁠‌⁠

The‌ thought crossed his‍‌‌ mind that it‌‍ might actually be⁠​‍ better to send​‌ Freya out of​‍ the mansion to‌⁠ seek help. It‌‌ was a seriously‌‌ viable alternative.

‘I’ve⁠‌​ seen many people⁠ die… but why‌ is this girl‌‌ so calm?’

Meanwhile,‌‌‌ Freya was watching‍ Dereck like she’d⁠‍‍ discovered a magical‌‍ unicorn. Even in⁠ a situation where‌⁠‌ the mansion was‍‌ full of possessed​‍‌ people, he was⁠ searching for survivors,‌​ had subdued Leigh,⁠‍ and even stopped‍‌⁠ her—without showing the⁠ slightest bit of‌⁠ nervousness.

His‍⁠ magical ability was‌ excellent, his judgment​⁠‍ precise, and he‌‌⁠ was linked to⁠‍‌ Katia by fate.​‌ Freya quickly reassessed⁠⁠ her position.

‘It’s⁠⁠ better to trust​⁠‌ this guy for‌ now. My gut⁠​ tells me so.’‍⁠⁠

“Then‌‍ I’ll head to​​‌ the guest rooms​ and meet the‌ young lady from‌⁠​ the Beltus family.⁠⁠‍ But… what’s your​⁠​ plan in gathering‍⁠ the survivors? Given‌​​ the situation, wouldn’t​‍ it be better⁠‌ to focus on​‍ escaping first?”

“Let’s‍ save as many‌‌ as we can.‍‍‍ Every guest in‍ this mansion is‌ a key figure‍⁠ in the empire,‍‍ aren’t they?”

“Loyalty‌⁠⁠ to the empire?”‌

“If​ someone from the⁠ empire asks, I’ll‌‌ say yes.”

“And​​‍ the real reason?”‌

“Half‍ of it is‌​‍ the duty to⁠‌ save lives as​⁠ a human being.⁠‍ The other half‌⁠‌ is that if‍‌ I save the​ guests, I’ll likely‍​​ be rewarded.”

It‍ was said that⁠ nobles from the​ northeast would pay​ hundreds of gold⁠ coins for their​‌ lives without batting​⁠⁠ an eye. They’d⁠⁠‍ generously donate that‌‌⁠ much even to‌ rescue prisoners, so‍‍ saving a noble’s‍ life would be⁠ seen as a major achievement.

“There’s‍‍‍ no law that⁠​​ says a person’s‌ motivations have to‍‍​ fit into one​‌​ category, right?”

Just‍‌‌ hearing those words,‍​‍ Freya felt she‌⁠‍ had glimpsed a side of Dereck’s⁠‍‌ character. Deep down,​⁠⁠ he was a good person, but⁠ not naive about⁠ personal gain.

He‌‍ was selfish where‌​ it counted and‍ selfless where it‌‌ mattered.

Far⁠‍ better than someone‍ obsessed only with‌​ one extreme. Freya‌​​ removed the necklace‍ she was wearing⁠⁠​ and handed it⁠‍‌ to Dereck.

“…What’s‍ this?”

“It’s‌⁠ a magical accessory⁠​ gifted to me‌‍ by the Arendelle⁠ Academy at my‍⁠‍ coming-of-age ceremony. It’s⁠‌‍ part of a set with this⁠‌ ring; when worn‍‌ together, they allow⁠‍‍ each wearer to‍⁠​ detect the other’s‌‍‌ location.”

“Isn’t​ this expensive?”

“It’s‌‌‌ better not to‍⁠​ know the price.​‌⁠ Either way, if​​ we’re moving through⁠⁠​ this mansion, we‍⁠ should be able​‍⁠ to track each‍‍‍ other.”

Dereck‍​⁠ slipped the necklace​‌⁠ around his neck⁠ quickly and tucked‍‌ it under his⁠​ clothes.

“If‍‍ you go to⁠‌ the main hall,‌ you’ll see many‍​⁠ unconscious mages seated⁠‌​ at the banquet⁠ table. Most don’t⁠⁠ appear to be​​​ dead.”

“Banquet‍ table?”

“Yes.‌​ I don’t know​⁠​ why, but the‍‍​ servants of this⁠ mansion are still⁠ preparing the ball.‍​‌ In fact, it‍‍​ seems more like‍ a kind of‌‌ ritual than a ball.”

Dereck’s​‍ brow furrowed.

A ritual where a banquet is served,​⁠​ music played, and‍‍‍ mages are murdered‌‌ was, quite literally,⁠ something only a necromancer would do.​​

By⁠‌ worshipping the god‍⁠‍ of corpses or⁠‍​ the god of‍ souls, they would​ kill a high-level​⁠⁠ mage to absorb⁠ the magical power‌‌ embedded in their‌‌ soul, and transfer‌ part of it​‍ to another mage.⁠

Disguising⁠​‍ it as a ball was certainly⁠‌ a clever move.⁠⁠‍ It allowed high-ranking‍​ guests to gather⁠‍‌ naturally, and the​⁠⁠ music and food‌⁠ wouldn’t raise suspicion.​​

Using​ Diella’s debut event‌​ as an excuse,‍ the guests had‌ completely let down‍‍‍ their guard.

It‌‍⁠ was the mansion‍‌ of the Duplain⁠ family, one of‌ the most prestigious‍​ on the continent.​

No⁠‌​ one could have​⁠ imagined something so⁠‍ atrocious would happen.‌⁠‌

The​‌​ problem was, from​‍ Duke Duplain down⁠⁠ to his subordinates,​ there wasn’t a single person who⁠ seemed capable of‌ leading such madness.‌‌‍ Especially Dereck, who​ knew the Duplain‌‍⁠ family well, was​‍⁠ certain of this.​‌⁠ Valerian, Leigh, Aiselin,⁠‍‌ Diella… none of⁠‌ them would dare⁠​ touch such a taboo.

‘There⁠ must’ve been some​‍‌ shocking trigger. Someone​⁠ provoked them… or​​‌ maybe they were​‌ corrupted by a magical artifact with‌‍‌ its own will…’⁠‍

Dereck​​ quickly assessed the‌‍ possibilities. It was‌‌⁠ impossible to hastily​‌‌ guess who in​‍ the Duplain family‌ had turned to‍⁠​ necromancy.

However,⁠​​ Dereck had enough‌‍​ reason to suspect​⁠​ someone.

— Before reaching adulthood,‍⁠ Valerian Duplain will‌ become involved with​⁠‌ necromancy.

— And when that‍ happens, you must⁠⁠‌ kill him.

Drest,‌ who had foreseen​ it all, had​​ already warned Dereck.‌​‌ He told him‍⁠​ he must kill‍‍‍ Valerian. No one​‌‌ else.

He​⁠ himself, already a 6-Star mage, would​​ not get involved.‌‌‍ Now that events​‌ had unfolded this‍ way, his intent⁠ was clearer than⁠​ ever.

Most‌‌ of the continent’s‌‍ distinguished guests were‍‍​ captured and at​⁠​ risk of death.⁠‍

If⁠​‌ Dereck cleaned up​​ the scene and‌⁠‍ captured the culprit,‌⁠⁠ the merit would​‍‌ be immeasurable.

Saving​‌ the lives of‌‌ numerous nobles would‍ propel Dereck to⁠​‍ a new level.‍‌⁠ The empire would‌ have no choice⁠​ but to reward‌‍ him publicly.

Drest​ planned to hand‌ over all that⁠ merit to Dereck.‌

He⁠​‌ had trained him​​ back then to⁠‌⁠ ensure he reached‍ the level necessary‌‍ to subdue Valerian,⁠‍ who would one​‍⁠ day be lured​‌‌ by necromancy.

‘It‌⁠‌ was impossible to‍ know just how‍ far ahead he‌⁠​ had planned.’

Having‌ a 6-Star scouting⁠​ mage as backup‍ meant that much.⁠⁠ Yet, Dereck felt​ conflicted.

The‍​‌ Valerian he remembered‍⁠ was a young​​ man sweating buckets​ while clumsily sewing​‌ a doll to‍⁠ win his sister⁠‌ Diella’s favor.

He⁠⁠‍ had always been⁠‍ someone who thought⁠‍​ only of his‌​‌ family—the most worthy‍ candidate to lead⁠ the Duplain house⁠‌‌ in the future.‍⁠⁠

Dereck,‍ who rarely acknowledged‍‍ others, had seen⁠‌ Valerian as a leader deserving of​‌⁠ everyone’s respect.

‘Still…‌‍‍ if he strays‌‍ from the path,​​‌ he must be‍ eliminated.’

Because​‌ Dereck was a man of resolve.‍ Even when emotionally​‌ shaken, he never‍ hesitated to draw‌⁠​ his sword when‍​⁠ the moment demanded​⁠​ it.

And​⁠ so, Dereck advanced‌‌​ with steady steps​‍ toward the mansion’s⁠⁠‍ main hall.

***​

The‍ moon was approaching​ its highest point.⁠‍

Even‌⁠ near midnight, moonlight‌⁠⁠ filled the main‌‍⁠ hall of the‍​‌ Duplain mansion.

Step,⁠‍ step.

As‌⁠‌ he entered, a scene beyond description‍ unfolded before him.⁠

Several‌​‍ banquet tables stretched⁠‌ in a straight‌​ line across the⁠​ immense hall.

Lavish‌‌ feasts were laid‍ out temptingly atop​⁠​ them, and numerous​​⁠ unconscious mages were‌ slumped on either⁠ side.

An​​⁠ orchestra, seemingly entranced,⁠ sat silently near⁠ the grand staircase,⁠ clutching their luxurious⁠​‌ string instruments to‌ their chests, their‌‌ eyes vacant.

Each‍⁠⁠ chandelier held flickering​‍​ candles, and the⁠ center of the‌ hall—where the host​ of the event​ should have been—was​​‍ empty, bathed in⁠‍​ moonlight.

Had‍ there been cheerful‌ chatter, it would​​ have been no‌‍ different from a real ball. But‍‍ the silence was⁠⁠⁠ absolute.

As‍ Dereck crossed the​​‌ hall, only the​​ echo of his​‌ footsteps disturbed the⁠​ air.

He‌ frowned as he‍​‌ looked around. The‍​ mages lined up‌​ in front of⁠‍⁠ the tables were⁠ unconscious, but still⁠‌‌ alive.

There⁠‍ had been no‍​ intention to kill‌ them before the​⁠ ritual. Sacrificing so‌​⁠ many mages to‍‍⁠ rise in rank⁠‌‍ wasn’t something a sane mind would​⁠ do.

All​ the famous necromancers‌‌‍ in history who‍‍ had attempted such‍‍⁠ feats had ended‌​⁠ up beheaded and⁠‍‌ erased from the‍ records.

That​⁠‍ was the nature​‌‍ of touching the‌⁠ forbidden.

As⁠​‍ he walked through⁠⁠‌ that unnatural place​ and turned his‍‌‍ gaze toward the‌‍​ center of the​ hall, he saw​ it.

Moonlight‍⁠ filtered through the⁠ stained glass of‍ one of the‌ walls and lit‍‍ up that very​​ spot.

It​‌‍ was likely the​⁠ seat where the‌‍​ host of the‌ ball was meant‌​​ to be. Right‌⁠⁠ across from it,‍ a man slouched​⁠⁠ in a wooden⁠‍ chair, his head⁠‌‌ deeply bowed.

His‍​ blond hair, now‌ shoulder-length, was longer⁠‍ than before, with⁠ streaks of gray‍⁠‍ woven through it.‍​‌ His skin was‌‌ pale, and his‌​‌ frame appeared more⁠ solid.

Once‌‍​ dressed like a distinguished noble, he‍‍‍ now wore steel​​ armor adorned with​​⁠ ornate engravings.

Although​ his appearance was‌‍⁠ more fitting for‌​ the next head‌ of the family,‍ there was a dark and unstable‌ aura around him‍ that hadn’t been‌ there before.

Dereck​‌​ stopped, keeping his⁠⁠ distance.

“…”⁠

“Who‌​ is this? Dereck.​‌‍ You’ve come to‌‍ witness Diella’s debut.”‍‌​

“…Lord‌‍‌ Valerian. You’ve changed​ a great deal.”‌

“Yes.⁠​ Time changes people.‌ Still, I’m sincerely‍⁠‌ honored that my⁠‍ dear little sister’s‍‌‌ most respected teacher⁠ has come in‍ person. As the⁠‌ host of this‍‌​ ball, I thank‍⁠​ you.”

Valerian​ raised his head​⁠⁠ to look at​ Dereck.

His​⁠‍ pale, ominous figure‍‌‍ came into full​ view. His pupils​‌‌ trembled as if‍⁠‍ shaken by an⁠ earthquake.

“However,‍‍ as you can​​⁠ see, the ball‌‍‌ has been canceled⁠⁠⁠ due to certain​ circumstances. If Diella​⁠‍ returns to the‌​​ mansion… could you‍⁠ take her back‍‍ to Ebelstein?”

“…”⁠

“In‍⁠ my current state,‍‍ there’s no one⁠ I trust enough‌⁠ to entrust that⁠​ request.”

Behind‍‍​ Valerian stood the‍ grandest, most majestic‍ chair in the​‍ entire hall.

It‌ was the seat‌‌ reserved for the​⁠‍ highest-ranking figure at‌⁠‌ the event.

While​ Valerian’s seat was‌‍⁠ well lit by⁠ the moonlight, that⁠​‍ other chair remained​ partially hidden in⁠‍ shadow.

Dereck​‌⁠ took a few​⁠ steps to the‌ side and slightly‌ adjusted his angle​‌⁠ of view.

Gradually,​​ the figure seated​⁠ on that throne⁠⁠ became visible.

The⁠​ moment he recognized​‌⁠ who it was—head‌ bowed—Dereck narrowed his‌​ eyes even further.‌

Raymond‍​ Oswald Duplain, the⁠‍​ duke.

The⁠‍‍ head of the‍‍ family was slumped⁠​ in the seat,​ a dagger buried‍⁠ in his chest.⁠

The‍ dagger bore the​‌ clear emblem of‌ an eagle—the symbol‌ of House Duplain.⁠

“…”⁠

Valerian’s⁠ expression softened when‌ he saw that⁠ Dereck had identified‍⁠‌ the duke.

“As​‍​ you can see…‍‌‍ I’m now busy​ picking up the‌⁠​ pieces of my‌ mistakes.”

Valerian​ stood with a bitter smile. The⁠ metallic sound of​ armor echoed through‌‍‌ the hall.

“…What⁠‌ are you doing​‌​ here?”

“Didn’t‍‌⁠ I just tell​ you?”

Valerian⁠⁠⁠ responded with a faint, unreadable smile,‍‌‌ lowering his voice‍‌⁠ softly.

“I’m​ picking up the‍⁠ pieces of my‌ mistakes.”

Dereck‍‍⁠ remained still, silently‍‍⁠ watching Valerian without‌ blinking. Sometimes firm,‌ sometimes compassionate—his gaze​​⁠ now was resolute.‌​⁠ There was no‌‍​ need to ask​‌ his intent.

Valerian​ looked at him‍‌ in silence, then‍‌⁠ finally lowered his​​⁠ gaze, defeated.

“I‌​ see…”

With⁠‍‍ that resigned gesture,‌⁠⁠ he kept his​ eyes fixed on‍​⁠ the floor for⁠ a moment.

Then,​ he raised his⁠‍ hand, wrapped in​ magic. A wave​ of dark, reddish,‍ ominous energy spread​‍ through the hall,​ concentrating at Valerian’s⁠​ fingertips until it⁠​‌ took the shape‌​ of a staff.‌

It⁠​ was known as​ the relic of​⁠ the five-star summoner‌​ Rozin. But contrary‍‌‌ to popular belief,‌​ Rozin was not‌​ a summoner.

Dereck‍ silently furrowed his‍​ brow.

Whoosh.‌

The‌ hall, bathed in⁠‌​ moonlight. Its master,⁠​‍ now standing, looking‌ down at Dereck.‍⁠​

The​⁠ necromancer Valerian.

He‍​‌ was now the‍ Master of that⁠ mansion.

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