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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 63: Drop of Blood (9)

Chapter 63: Drop of Blood (9)

Ellen‌​ maintained her composure‍​​ as she quickly‌ assessed the current⁠⁠ situation.

The‌​ fact that the​​ Duplain mansion was​⁠ being completely overrun‌​⁠ by monsters was​‌​ anything but natural.⁠​‍ With a 5-Star​‍ level mage as⁠ the head of‌ the family, this‍‍​ should have been‌‍‌ resolved long ago.​‍

The​⁠ fact that even‍ the servants seemed‍​ to have been⁠‍‌ completely consumed by⁠‌⁠ something, and that⁠ there were still‍ no signs of‌​⁠ a resolution, suggested⁠‌ that someone from⁠‍‌ within the family‌‌‌ might be involved​ in this disaster.‍

It‍⁠‌ was also possible‍ that this entire​ ball had been‍​ a trap from​‍ the very beginning.‍‌

‘It’s⁠​⁠ unlikely that the⁠⁠​ entire Duplain family⁠ is behind this.‍ The most powerful⁠ family in the‌‌ southwest of the⁠‌ empire has no‌​ reason to engage‌ in something so‍ suspicious. It must​‍​ be the unilateral​‍ act of someone‍⁠‍ within the family…’⁠​​

After‍ carefully checking the‍ hallway again, Ellen‍‍⁠ looked at Aiselin’s⁠⁠ expression as she⁠ tried to calm‌ her anxious mind.​⁠

If‍‍ the family really​⁠⁠ had caused this,​‍ Aiselin would have‍‌ known. She wouldn’t⁠⁠ be here with⁠⁠‍ Ellen, and that⁠​ trembling appearance of​​ hers would be‌⁠ nothing but an‌ act. Ellen’s intuition‌ told her that‍ wasn’t the case.​

“Lady​‍ Aiselin, it seems‍⁠ you don’t fully​⁠⁠ grasp the current⁠ situation, do you?⁠​ As you can⁠​⁠ see, the mansion’s‍ servants are under‍‌ the control of‍‌‌ some sinister force⁠ and have lost​‌ their minds. Many⁠ guests have been‌​​ dragged into the‍‌ main hall, and⁠​⁠ it seems difficult‌​ to ensure their​‍‌ safety.”

“W-What‍⁠‍ are you saying?‌​​ What’s happening in⁠ the Duplain mansion⁠ right now…?”

“If​⁠ you need to‌ see it with‌​⁠ your own eyes‍ to believe it,⁠ then do so.”⁠

Just⁠​‍ looking at the⁠ collapsed outer wall‍ was enough to​‌​ understand the gravity⁠‌ of the situation.​​

Aiselin⁠​ swallowed hard. She‍⁠‍ had only just‌‍​ regained her senses,‌​​ but she had​⁠ to think quickly.​ Ellen was in⁠​ the same position.​

If‌‍ things had really‍‍ gotten to this⁠‌ point, the Duplain​⁠ family’s name might​ be irreparably stained.​

The‍ imperial family might‌‍‌ hold them accountable,‌⁠ or other noble‌ houses might start‍​‍ making demands. In⁠‌ the worst-case scenario,⁠ they could lose‍‌ their title and​⁠⁠ their land.

And‍ a noble who‌ loses their territory‍ often meets a miserable end.

If​⁠‍ they managed to‍⁠ keep private troops‍‌ or military strength,​ they might survive⁠​⁠ as mercenaries, but⁠‌ women without backing⁠​⁠ or refuge often‍ ended up in‍ tragic circumstances.

Ellen‍ silently observed Lady⁠ Aiselin.

Even​‍‌ as she bit‌ her lower lip‍‌ and looked out‍ the window, her​​‌ figure remained noble‌‌ and beautiful. But‌ she was standing‌​ at the edge​​ of a cliff.‌​

When​ Ellen had first​‍​ entered the Rose‌ Salon of Ebelstein’s‍‌‍ social circle, she⁠ had felt jealous—and‌‍ even went so​ far as to⁠‍⁠ try and hurt‌ that perfect girl.‌

Many‍​ times she had⁠ admired Aiselin, who⁠⁠ didn’t even flinch​‍ despite Ellen’s repeated​​ provocations.

Yet​‌⁠ even now, with‍‍ the fall she​ had long wished⁠ for right in‌‌⁠ front of her,​​‍ Ellen felt no‍​​ satisfaction. On the⁠‍‌ contrary, Aiselin’s serious​ expression filled her‌⁠‍ with a strange‌⁠⁠ tension. It was​​​ truly puzzling.

“Lady⁠ Aiselin, please listen‍‌​ carefully. You may​‌‌ feel overwhelmed, having⁠ just woken up,‌ but it seems‌​‍ the Duplain family‍ is facing an​ unprecedented crisis.”

“…I​‌‍ need to go​ out and see‍ it with my‌ own eyes.”

“…”‌​

“Lady‌⁠ Ellen, you should​ look for a way to escape‌ the mansion. Or‌‍‌ you could hide‍​ in the cellar⁠​⁠ or basement library‌‍ and wait for​⁠ help to arrive.​‍​ I know the⁠ mansion’s layout well—I‌‌ can guide you.”‌

Even‌‍ now, Aiselin worried​ about Ellen and⁠ tried to ensure‍‌ her safety. That‍‍ kind of judgment⁠⁠ was so characteristic⁠ of her.

Ellen’s‍‌ mind raced.

Given​⁠⁠ the situation, the​‌ Duplain family was​ at least in‍⁠​ decline, and at‍ worst on the​ brink of collapse.‍‍ The mansion was​​ half-destroyed, and neither​⁠‍ the high-ranking officials​ nor key figures⁠ had shown themselves.‌⁠‌

It‌‌ meant that everyone​⁠ was in crisis.‍‌‍ The noble and​⁠ beautiful girl in‍⁠ front of her—the‌​⁠ very flower atop‌​ noble society—might cease‌ to exist today.‌

She‍ would become a displaced noblewoman, useless‍‍ as a connection‍ and without family⁠‍ backing.

Therefore,​⁠⁠ the most logical‌ choice would be​‍​ to sever any⁠⁠⁠ unproductive ties. The‌ fall of the​​ Duplain family would‍‍ be a seismic​ event in the‌​ southwestern nobility.

If​ Ellen could escape‌⁠‌ safely, it would‍‍⁠ be best to‍‍‌ report this immediately⁠​‌ to her main‌‍ house. If she​ could get out⁠⁠ of the mansion​​⁠ and send a carrier pigeon, House​ Belmierd would receive‌ the news first.‌‍

In‍⁠ times of crisis,​⁠‍ obtaining key information‌​‍ ahead of others‌⁠ was crucial.

If​ the Margrave of​‌ Belmierd found out,⁠ he could dispatch‌ troops to “resolve‍‍ the disaster,” or⁠‍ even station private‌ soldiers to legally‍ occupy the mansion‌‌​ and its surroundings.⁠‍

And​ once those troops‌ were stationed, it‍‌‌ would be easy⁠⁠ to maintain their‌⁠‌ presence.

At‌⁠ first, justifications are‍ hard to make—but​⁠ once they’re established,⁠⁠ they tend to​ multiply.

‘…’⁠‍

The‍‌​ Duplain family had‌⁠ once been a mighty lion ruling⁠​‍ over the southwest‌⁠ nobility of the‍ empire.

But‌⁠ when any beast‌⁠​ dies, no matter​‌ how majestic it⁠⁠⁠ once was, it⁠ ends up the‍⁠ same—carcass, to be⁠⁠​ picked apart by⁠ vultures and beasts.⁠

Hundreds⁠ of nobles would⁠ rush in to​‍ tear apart that‌‌ corpse. Being the‌‍ first to sink‍ one’s teeth into⁠‌​ it would be​ an immense privilege.⁠

For‌​ the sake of‍ the Belmierd family,​⁠⁠ Ellen had to‌‍ escape and deliver​‍ the news as‌⁠ soon as possible.​

Her‍‍​ instincts, sharpened through​​⁠ years of struggling‌‍ in the frigid⁠⁠‍ world of noble​‌ society, told her‍ so clearly.

Even‍‍ so, Aiselin, who‌​​ had risen from‍‌‌ her bed without‌⁠ losing a shred​​‍ of her elegant​ demeanor, had something‍ unusual in her​​ gaze.

“Lady‍‌‌ Ellen, please look‍⁠ for a way⁠‍‍ to escape. I’ll‍⁠‍ give you all‍⁠ the information you‍‌ need. As the⁠ eldest daughter of⁠⁠ House Duplain, I must go to​‌⁠ the main hall‌⁠‍ and see what’s​‍⁠ happening for myself.”‌​‍

“…Alright.‌ Let’s go together.”‌

“…Pardon?”​

Ellen‌‍‍ hadn’t thought it‌‍​ over too much.‌‌​

Even⁠‍ in a situation⁠​ where the collapse‌ of the Duplain‍​​ family seemed imminent,‌⁠‌ she chose the⁠‌ inefficient option.

Aiselin​ had heard that​​ Ellen was cunning‍‌ in moments like‌ these.
That’s why she‍ couldn’t help but⁠​​ open her eyes‍ wide in surprise.​​​

“Why‌‌ would Lady Ellen…?”‌

Ellen‌‍‌ was just about​ to think of⁠ a response when—‌‍

Boom,⁠​ boom.

It‌​‌ felt as if‌ the ground was‌​ shaking.

The‌ entire mansion trembled.‌‍‍ The rumble was​‌‌ so overwhelming it‍​⁠ felt like the​ entire world was‍ about to collapse.‌⁠​

Startled,​‌ Aiselin quickly ran‍‌ to the window.‍​​ The main hall,‌ with its outer‌‌​ wall already collapsed,​‌‍ was clearly visible.‌

Through‍ the breach in​⁠ the wall, a grotesque mountain of​‍​ bones began to‌⁠‌ rise. Its body​‌‍ was so massive‌‍​ it pierced through​ the mansion’s main​‌ hall ceiling.

“W-What‍⁠ is that…?”

A dark red, ominous‍‌ magic seemed to‌‍ envelop the entire⁠ world.

It‍⁠ was a 4-Star​ necromancy spell: Giant⁠⁠ Skeleton. The bones‌ of its palms⁠​‌ alone were large‍‍‍ enough to cover⁠​ an entire room.⁠⁠‍

Both‌‌‍ girls froze, paralyzed​‍ by the monstrously​‌​ immense figure that‍‍ appeared before them.⁠​⁠

Booom,‍ boom!

The​ giant skeleton placed​​ its hand on⁠‍‌ the roof of⁠‌ the west wing‍‌⁠ to push itself⁠ up. That alone‌​ was enough for‌​ half of the⁠ western building to‌ collapse.

Under‌‍ the rainy sky,‌ the fully upright‍‍ monster began to‌​⁠ run toward the‍‌‌ garden and soon‌‍ swung its body​‌​ as if to​ crush the building‍ where Aiselin was​‍ located.

***⁠

Valerian‍ admitted it instantly.‍‍

In⁠ a duel where⁠⁠ victory was determined​​ by experience and⁠ speed, he could‌‍‍ never win against‌ Dereck.

Against⁠ a veteran mercenary‍​‌ who had honed​ his senses to⁠​ the limit, he⁠​⁠ had to force⁠‌‌ the situation into​ a contest of​ pure brute strength.‌

That’s‍ why Valerian raised‌⁠⁠ his staff and​⁠​ unleashed his magic‍ at full power.‍‍

Pure,‌ overwhelming power. His‍‌‌ intent was to⁠‌​ crush Dereck with⁠‌ such a brutal‍ impact that he​ couldn’t block or​ deflect it.

Soon,​⁠⁠ the giant skeleton,‍​ following Valerian’s orders,⁠‍‌ looked down at‌⁠‍ the ant-sized Dereck​ below.

Whoosh…‌ Boom!

Despite‍​‌ its size, its⁠ movements were fast.‍​​

The‍​ foot that crashed⁠ down in the⁠ rain crushed the​⁠ spot where Dereck‌‌​ had stood just‍ a moment earlier.⁠ The marble floor‌‍ shattered, and shards​‌ of stone scattered​‌ in every direction.​

Dereck‌⁠ used magic to⁠⁠‌ shield the unconscious‌‍ guests who were​ about to be‌ buried by the‍⁠⁠ rubble.

It‍ was a 2-Star‍⁠⁠ combat spell: Large-Scale​‍‍ Shield.

Its⁠ coverage was broad,⁠‌ but it consumed‍‌⁠ a lot of‍⁠ mana.

Thud,‌‍⁠ thud, thud.

After​ repelling all the​‌‌ falling debris, Dereck⁠​‌ stood again and‍‌​ sprinted toward the⁠⁠ central garden.

If⁠ the battle continued⁠​ in the main​‍⁠ hall, the guests‍ would inevitably be⁠‌​ caught up and‍ killed.

Before‍‍​ that happened, Valerian‌ had to be​⁠⁠ stopped. Dereck jumped​ over the fountain‍ in the center⁠‍‌ of the mansion‌ and launched himself​‌ toward the annex.⁠​⁠

It‌‌ was impossible to⁠‌‌ subdue the giant‌ skeleton with firepower‌⁠​ alone. Unless the⁠ mana source was‌⁠⁠ cut off or​‌​ the caster neutralized,⁠‌‌ there was no‍​ way out.

‘This​‍ fight can’t be‍ drawn out. If⁠‍ we give him‍ time, Valerian will⁠⁠ kill all the⁠ guests and try​ to save the‍‌‌ Duke.’

Dereck​ understood Valerian’s guilt‌‍ and desire to​ atone for the‌ Duke’s death, but​​​ his method was‌​⁠ wrong.

There‍‌⁠ was no guarantee⁠​​ he could complete‍ a 5-Star necromancy‍ spell, and even‍ if he did,‌‍ the Duplain family‌ would be branded​ as butchers who‍ broke taboos and‍​ sacrificed dozens of⁠⁠‌ mages.

In‌‌​ the end, the‍ Duplain family’s future​⁠ would be utter‍‌⁠ darkness.

From‍‌ Valerian’s madness-driven perspective,‌‌‌ this was his‍​ only way to‌‌​ resist. But from‍ Dereck’s perspective, it‍ was absolutely unacceptable.‌⁠​

Boom!‌⁠ Boom! Boom!

The​‍⁠ fully upright giant​ skeleton advanced toward​‍ Dereck in long‍‍ strides.

The‌‌⁠ distance Dereck had‌ gained by running‌‍‌ was closed in​​​ a single step​⁠​ by the giant.​⁠​ Just as its‍​​ massive fist came‌ crashing down—

Bang!⁠‍‌

The⁠‌​ garden fountain exploded,⁠ half of it‌‍‍ obliterated by the‍‍ impact of the⁠‌ strike.

Dirt‍​‍ flew everywhere, and‍‌ even the trees⁠‌ in the manicured‌ flowerbeds were flung​‌​ into the air.​​

In⁠‌‌ the midst of‍ it all, Dereck​​​ planted a fireball⁠⁠‌ on the weakest⁠⁠ point of the⁠​ skeleton’s center of⁠⁠ gravity—its left big‌⁠ toe.

Though‌‍‌ the rain weakened‍ the firepower, it​ was enough to‌ destabilize the monster’s‌ balance. The giant‌⁠⁠ skeleton toppled and​‍ managed to stay​⁠ upright only by‌​‍ grabbing onto the​‌ roof of the‌‌ Duplain mansion’s east‍⁠ wing.

Crash,​ crackle, crackle!

But⁠ in doing so,⁠ the east wing​⁠‌ building also began​⁠‍ to collapse.

Dereck,​⁠ now running toward‌​​ the annex, widened‌⁠ his eyes at​‌ the sight.

Behind‌ the east wing​‍‍ were several guest⁠ rooms. He had‌⁠ tried to minimize​⁠‍ casualties, but if⁠​ the giant kept‌⁠​ destroying structures so⁠‌‌ recklessly, deaths would⁠⁠ be unavoidable.

That’s‍⁠‌ when he saw‌ a girl being‍​ swept into the‌​​ collapse at the‌ corner of the‌​‌ building.

“Kyaaaa!”‍‍⁠

The⁠⁠‌ girl, her elegant⁠ hair flowing in⁠⁠‍ the wind, was⁠‌​ Aiselin. She had‌‌‌ been in the‌ guest waiting room,⁠‍ where the outer⁠‌ windows and walls⁠‌‍ had already caved‍ in, and she​⁠‍ was about to‍⁠‍ be swallowed by‌‌​ the collapse.

Quickly‍​ channeling her magic,⁠‍ Aiselin clung to⁠​ a decorative structure‌‌ jutting from the‌⁠ outer wall to​ avoid being swept‍​ away.

But​‍ the rain-soaked exterior⁠​‌ was far too​ slippery.

Thud!‌‌

Aiselin’s‍​⁠ weak hand slipped.⁠​​ Her body began‍⁠‍ to fall through⁠⁠ the night.

She‍​ immediately tried to​​ invoke wind magic⁠⁠⁠ to soften the​⁠​ fall—but she had⁠​ no experience with⁠ such spells. Still,‌ she attempted to​⁠​ release some mana‌‍ to prevent fatal​‌⁠ injury.

Thud!‌ Crash!

Dereck,⁠‍ who had quickly⁠⁠ climbed up the⁠ exterior wall, caught​‌ her in midair​⁠‌ and rolled with⁠​ her across the⁠⁠ muddy garden bed.​‍​

They​​ tumbled several times​‌ through the mud⁠ before Dereck gently‍​⁠ laid her down​ on the grass.‍

“D-D-Dereck…!‍⁠ Huff…!”

“Get‍‌ up. There’s no‍⁠‍ time for greetings.”‌‌‍

“W-What?!”‌‌‌

Just‌‌ as Aiselin was​ about to ask​⁠ Dereck—whom she hadn’t⁠⁠ seen in a long time—if he⁠⁠‍ was okay, the​ giant skeleton chasing​ him threw another​ punch their way.⁠‌

Boom!​

Each​ strike was a critical hit. If‍​ even one landed,​‍‍ they’d be crushed‍ instantly.

Dereck‌ wrapped his arms⁠ around Aiselin’s waist‍‌‌ and launched himself​‍ off the ground,⁠ rolling once more‍​ through the mud.⁠

The‍ giant’s fist struck⁠‌ the spot where⁠‍ Dereck had just⁠⁠⁠ been, smashing the​‌‌ window beyond the​‌‌ garden bed and‍‌‍ reducing an entire⁠‌‌ room to rubble.‌

Crash!​​ Boom!

“Ugh…!”‌

When​‌​ Aiselin finally managed‍​ to stand, she​ was a mess.‍

Her‌‍ hair, normally clean‌‌‍ and sleek like‍‌​ ebony, was caked‍​ in mud. Her‌‍ elegant dress had⁠⁠ torn on one‌ side, exposing a scratched-up leg.

Panting⁠⁠‍ and struggling to‍‍ rise from the‌⁠ mud, the mixture‌ of rain, sweat,⁠ and grime made⁠⁠‍ every step feel⁠ like carrying lead.‍​‍

“D-Dereck…!⁠​⁠ Lady Ellen was‌‌ with me… we​‍​ have to check‍‌ if she’s okay…”​‌

“Keep‌​​ running! There’s no⁠‍ time for that‌​ now!”

Dereck‌ stood and shattered‌ a window beyond⁠⁠ the flowerbed. He‍⁠ was signaling her​​ to go inside‍ the building.

They‍​⁠ planned to circle​‍ around from the​ interior to escape‌‌ the giant skeleton’s‍‌ line of sight.⁠​​ They’d keep running⁠⁠‌ until the building​⁠‌ completely collapsed.

Aiselin‌‌​ quickly climbed through​​‍ the window frame.​ As she did,​ she realized it‍ was the same⁠ room Diella used‌‍‌ when staying at‌ the main house.‌

It‌‌ was the room⁠‍ Valerian had once‍ shown Dereck when⁠‌‌ he first arrived⁠ at the Duplain⁠⁠‍ family.

“Dereck,‌​ get in! Hurry!‍‍‍ Ah!”

As⁠ she called out‍ and climbed through‍​​ the frame, Aiselin‌⁠ felt a sharp‍ pain in her‌⁠​ hand. Shards of⁠ broken glass had⁠ embedded into her‍ skin.

She​ quickly removed the​‌ larger pieces. Meanwhile,⁠‌ Dereck also came‌ in through the‌‌ window.

When‌⁠ Aiselin saw Dereck’s⁠​ battered appearance, she​‍ caught her breath.​

“D-Dereck…​ your wound…”

Dereck’s‍⁠ right shoulder was‍‍‌ covered in large‍​ shards of glass.⁠​

It​‌ seemed to be​⁠ an injury he⁠‍ had sustained while‌ rolling through the‍ garden, shielding her‌ with his own​​ body. Aiselin’s body,​ in his arms,⁠ was unharmed—but he‌‍‍ hadn’t been as⁠ lucky.

Blood⁠ dripped down, mixing‍⁠‌ with the rain​ and hitting the‍‍⁠ floor.

“D-Dereck…”‌‌​

Snap!​

As⁠ Aiselin approached in‌ a panic, Dereck⁠ wrapped an arm‍⁠⁠ around her waist⁠​‌ again and pushed‌‍ her toward the‍‌ corner of the‍​ room.

Aiselin⁠ fell onto the‍‍ bed Diella used​ to sleep in—and​‌‌ just then, the‌‌​ giant skeleton’s fist⁠‌‌ smashed through the‌ window frame she​​⁠ had been at‍ only seconds ago.‍

Boom!‌‌⁠ Crash!

Through​ the collapsed wall,​​​ the skeleton’s face‌ appeared. It let⁠⁠ out a grotesque​‌ laugh, as if⁠‌ pleased to have​ found its prey.‌​‌

As​‌ soon as Aiselin‌ saw it, a cold sweat ran⁠ down her entire​​ body.

Boom!​ Boom!

Soon,‌ the roof—already lacking⁠ support—caved in completely.‍​‌

***​‌‍

Drip,‍⁠​ drip.

“Ugh…⁠‍ ugh…”

When‌​‍ Aiselin opened her​⁠​ eyes again, Dereck‍‌ was on top‌‌ of her.

The⁠​ pain coursing through‍‌​ her body came‌​​ from the shards‍‌ of marble that‍‍ had fallen on​‍‍ her. And yet,‌ she had no‍⁠ fatal injuries.

It⁠ was because Dereck‌​‍ had shielded her​​ with his own⁠‍‌ body. Beside Aiselin’s‌‍ head, Dereck’s hand,​ propped up to‌​ hold himself, was‌ trembling.

Blood‍‍⁠ dripped from his‍‍ snow-white hair onto‍ Aiselin’s cheek, then‌ fell to the‌​ ground.

“D-Dereck…”​⁠

“Listen⁠‍‍ carefully, Lady Aiselin.​ As you can⁠⁠ see, the situation⁠​⁠ is dire.”

Pushing‍ aside the debris‍‌​ covering him, Dereck⁠⁠‌ got up as​​ best as he⁠⁠​ could and looked​ directly at Aiselin.​‌

As​⁠⁠ she tried to​ sit up, he‍‍ grabbed her by‍⁠⁠ the shoulders and‌ met her gaze.‌

“Take‍ a deep breath.”⁠‍‌

“O-Okay…​‌⁠ Hah… Hah…”

“There’s​‌⁠ no time for​‍⁠ long explanations, so​‌‌ I’ll get straight‌​ to the point.‍ The Duplain family⁠​ is facing a life-or-death crisis. If‌‍‍ we stay here,⁠‌ we’ll be annihilated.”⁠​

“W-What‍​ do you mean…?”​

“Valerian​ is gathering the‌‍⁠ guests in the​​⁠ main hall. He’s⁠ planning to perform⁠⁠ a ritual to​ kill them all.”‍⁠

“W-What…⁠‍‍ what did you​ just say…?”

She​ needed time to​ process it. At‌‌‍ any other moment,‌‍ Dereck would’ve given‍​​ her space to⁠ grasp it, but‌‌ not now.

“We⁠‌ have to stop​⁠⁠ him before he‍⁠ goes through with‍‍ it. In the‌ worst-case scenario… we‌‌⁠ must be ready‌​ to kill him.”⁠

“V-Valerian…​​ my brother…?”

Thousands⁠ of questions must​ have raced through⁠ Aiselin’s mind in‍​​ that instant. She‍⁠ wanted to know⁠ why Valerian, someone‍ who would never‌‍ do such a thing, had come‌​⁠ to this. What​‌​ had happened while‌‌‍ she was away.​ Why everything had⁠ gone so wrong.​⁠

But⁠‌⁠ Aiselin was quick⁠‍‌ to understand. She‌‌ accepted, faster than⁠‌‍ anyone else would,‌ that there was⁠ no time to​ answer those questions.⁠​

“…So,‌‌ what do we‍⁠​ do now?”

Covered‌⁠‌ in mud, the⁠‍ two of them‌⁠ exchanged a look‍‍ under the rain.⁠‌

“If‌ it comes to‍ that, Lady Aiselin…⁠‌⁠ you must kill​​‍ him. I’ll help⁠ you.”

“…”‍​

‘What⁠​ the hell are‍⁠ they talking about?’‍​‍ Holding back that​ thought, Aiselin looked‌ at Dereck with‍‌‌ tear-filled eyes.

He⁠‍‍ wiped the blood⁠ from her cheek​ and spoke firmly.⁠‌​

“Now‍⁠ that it’s come‍‌⁠ to this… we​ won’t be able‌ to stop the‌⁠ fall of the‌​⁠ Duplain family. But‌ you don’t want‌⁠⁠ its name to⁠​ disappear from history‌‍⁠ altogether, do you?”‍‌

“Then…”​⁠

“The⁠‌⁠ Imperial family will⁠⁠ never forgive a house whose eldest​⁠ son killed the‌​ head of the‍ family, turned to‌⁠ forbidden necromancy, and‌‍ massacred its guests.‌⁠ So… while we⁠ still can act​​‍ quickly, we must‍‍‍ be the ones‍ to end this.”‍

“Did​‌⁠ he kill the‌ head of the​‍ family?? What are⁠ you talking about…?”⁠‍‍

“I‌​ know it’s hard⁠ to accept. But‌ that’s exactly why‍ you need to​ stay focused.”

The‌​​ unconscious guests in⁠ the main hall‍‌ weren’t dead yet.‌⁠ The ritual hadn’t‍​ started. If they‍‌‍ stopped Valerian now,‍‌‍ it would all‍ just be a failed attempt.

The​‍ difference between an‌​ attempt and a completed act is‌ everything. The core⁠⁠​ of the damage‍ was the lives​ of the guests.‌⁠

The​‌‍ ruined mansion was​ still just a material loss. The‌​ head of the‌‍ family’s death, a blow to the‌ Duplain name.

But‍ all of that​ was Valerian’s doing,​ under the influence‌‌‌ of necromancy. If​‍⁠ the family intervened,⁠⁠​ stopped him, and‌⁠ cleaned up the​​‍ mess, they might⁠‍⁠ avoid total ruin.‌

As⁠​ long as the‍‌ guests survived, they⁠​ could manage the‌​⁠ aftermath with apologies‍⁠ and compensation. Of​‍ course, the family‌‌ would never reclaim​‍ its former glory.‌​

They⁠‌ had lost the‍ family head, their‍​​ high-ranking vassals, more‌​ than half of⁠‌​ their soldiers, this‍ grand mansion, the​​⁠ honor and trust‍⁠‍ of the Empire.‍

Neighboring​ nobles would seize⁠​‌ the chance to‍ devour their weakened⁠⁠ lands. They would‌​‌ lose control of‍⁠ their resources, their​⁠⁠ tax revenue, and‌‌‍ most of their⁠⁠‍ servants would leave.‍ The mansion would‌​ be cut in‌​ half.

In‌ Ebelstein’s social circles,‌ Aiselin would be‍‍ treated like an⁠ outcast. She might​⁠⁠ not even be‌ able to enter‍⁠‍ the Rose Hall‌ anymore.

Everything‌‍​ that was once⁠​ perfect, beautiful, and​‍​ noble… was now​‍‍ reduced to a single thorny path.⁠

Even‌ so, Dereck spoke.⁠

“Still,‌​‍ you must not​ become a fallen​ noble.”

Dereck’s​‍ mentor, Katia Flameheart,‍​ had lived half⁠ her life as​​​ a fallen noble.⁠

He​ knew well how⁠‍⁠ miserable that path​ could be.

Even‌ if you must‍​ sacrifice everything and‌‍ give up your‌‍ glory, you must‍⁠‌ hold firmly to⁠ your family’s name.⁠

If⁠ you endure, if⁠ you persevere… someday,⁠‌ the sun will⁠​ shine again.

So‍‍‍ even if it’s‍​‍ only in appearance,⁠⁠ even if it’s‌ stained and humiliating,‌ you must not⁠‍ abandon your life‌ as a noble.‍​

“Even⁠​‌ if you have​‍‍ nothing, even if‌‍‍ they circle you⁠‍ like hyenas, even​ if they all⁠‌⁠ mock you… hold‌ your head high‌​ and carry your‍‍‍ house’s name with⁠​ pride.”

That⁠‍ is what it⁠​⁠ means to be⁠ a noble lady.‍‌‌

That​‍‍ pride can become⁠⁠‌ poison and turn‌​ people arrogant… but​ you must not⁠‍​ deny its true⁠ meaning. It’s pride⁠ in the life​‍‌ you’ve lived.

There​⁠ are no such‌‍‍ things as ‘bad’​ nobles. In this⁠‍⁠ cold society, everyone‍ has learned to‍​​ survive in their​ own way.

Aiselin,‍⁠​ who had always‌⁠ looked down on‌‍‍ the world from‌​ above, now had​ to understand it.‌‍

“Who‌​ can take responsibility⁠‌ for the Duplain‌​ family in this‍‌ situation?”

Even⁠⁠ a sinking ship‌ needs a captain.‌‌⁠ And Dereck could​⁠ feel it deep‍ in his bones.​⁠

If​‌ anyone could hold‍ that shattered vessel‌ together, it was‍⁠​ Aiselin.

She​⁠‌ could do it.‌‍ And people never⁠‍‍ forget who helped​​ them when they⁠​‌ hit rock bottom.​​

Those⁠‍ who have fallen​ know best: in‌‍‍ the midst of‍‍ laughter and scorn,​​‌ the ones who​⁠⁠ reach out their⁠‍​ hand are the‍‌ ones who truly‍‌‍ matter.

Dereck​ gripped Aiselin’s trembling⁠ hand tightly in‍‌​ the rain.

“To‌​ let the world‍​⁠ know that it‍‌ was the Duplain​‍ family who stopped‌ Valerian’s actions, one⁠⁠​ family member must⁠‍ rise as the‍ sword. Lady Aiselin…‍ that person is‌​ you.”

Swoosh⁠⁠

“D-Dereck…”‍⁠‌

“If⁠​ you choose to‍ do it, I’ll‌ help you.”

Dereck’s‍ face, under the​ rain, hadn’t changed.​ Even in the‌⁠ middle of this‍‌‍ chaos, he remained‌ as steady as⁠​ ever.

Aiselin’s⁠‌ eyes trembled as​‍ she looked at​⁠ him, but there​‌⁠ was something she​⁠⁠ could trust in.‍

Everyone‌ else would run‌⁠‍ from the sinking⁠‍‍ Duplain ship to‍​ save themselves.

But⁠​ that boy was​ still sitting firmly⁠ in place, not‌​ moving an inch.​⁠ As steady as‍ a mountain. That⁠⁠‍ was the reason‍‌ girls from the​ three great families⁠​ clung to him‍ so desperately.

And‌​ just as Aiselin,‌ still trembling, was​​‍ about to speak—⁠‌

Bang!‌​

With‍‍ a thunderous crash,​ the building’s outer‌‌ wall collapsed again.‌​ Dereck instantly unleashed‌⁠ his magic and⁠‌ rushed to block‌​​ the falling debris.‌​⁠

Rumble!‍‍ Thud!

From‍‌‌ the shattered wreckage‍‍ emerged a giant‍⁠⁠ skeleton, now clad‌ in massive armor.​​‍ Valerian was riding‌‍ atop it.

“…”‌‌‍

Diella’s​​‍ old room, half-destroyed.‌⁠​

Watercolor‌​ paintings were scattered​ across the soaked‍ floor, and Aiselin,​ utterly worn out,​ was there.

Swoosh.⁠

The‌ rain poured down‌‍ in torrents.

And⁠​ in Valerian’s eyes,‌​ now landing in⁠ the room, burned⁠‍⁠ a madness deeper⁠‌ than before.

He⁠ had already crossed​​ the swamp of​‍ mistakes. There was​‌‌ no path back‌ for him.

Everything‌‍‌ had to end⁠ here.

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