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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 72: To the North (3)

Chapter 72: To the North (3)

— When you teach⁠ Siern, you’ll have​ many questions.

Before‍‌‌ heading north, Dereck​⁠ had visited Lord‌ Melverot to give⁠​ his final confirmation.⁠

Melverot,‍ who sat working‍⁠⁠ with his legs​⁠⁠ crossed arrogantly, was‍‌ pleased with Dereck’s​‌‌ intent, but as‍ Siern’s father, he‍‍ had something to‌ say.

— Many mages have​⁠⁠ tried to teach​‌ Siern and gave⁠ up. Each had​‍ their own reasons,​⁠ and many ended​​​ badly.

— …

— I just want​‌ Siern to adapt⁠ well to noble​ society. To properly‍⁠‌ learn magic according‍ to the star-level​⁠​ system and to⁠ become a lady‌​‍ worthy of the‍ Rochester family. I’m‍‍‌ not interested in​⁠⁠ anything else. Just‍‌ keep any questions⁠​ that may arise⁠ during that process‍‍ to yourself. That’s⁠‌⁠ all.

Though‌ it sounded straightforward,⁠​ Melverot’s expression carried‌ a hidden nuance.⁠⁠‍

It​ seemed he was​⁠​ concealing something, but‍ Dereck wasn’t in⁠ a position to⁠​ question him.

Besides,⁠​‍ he wasn’t particularly‍​‌ interested in the‌​ details. He only​‍‍ needed to win​‌​ over Siern and‌‍ teach her what​ was necessary.

Still,⁠ he couldn’t shake‌‌ off a strange‍⁠ sense of intuition.‌​

***⁠​

A freezing wind was‍ blowing.

The​⁠ carriage, completely destroyed⁠‍ by the monster’s‍​​ corpse, was no​ longer usable.

Passing‌​‌ the terrified servants,​‍‌ Dereck stepped forward​‌ and spoke.

“Lady‍⁠⁠ Siern. I am​ Dereck of Ebelstein.”‌

He​‌ had decided to⁠ try his first‍ strategy—communicate through dialogue.‍‌

He⁠ knew many instructors‌⁠ had tried the‍⁠‍ same without success,⁠⁠ so he had‍‍ no great expectations.⁠ The fact that‍ she didn’t care‍ about the beast‍‌​ corpses or the‍‌ stench of blood​‍ made it clear‌ she wasn’t reasonable.‍⁠​ Still, he decided‍⁠⁠ to try.

Then​‌‌ came an unexpected​⁠​ reply from the‌⁠‌ girl holding the​ bodies.

“I​​‌ heard about you​​⁠ from Serena.”

Her‌ disheveled hair fell‌‍‍ over her forehead.⁠‌ Her white eyes,‌ visible between the⁠ strands, looked directly​⁠ at Dereck.

Her‍​ voice was clear​⁠‌ and pure, with‍ an intellectual air.⁠⁠ Her tone was​ calm and composed,‍‍‍ and for a moment, she gave‌ the impression of​ being a kind⁠‍ and elegant person—if‍ it weren’t for​‍‌ her bloodstained appearance.‌‌

“I‌ heard you’re here‍​ to teach me‌‌ magic.”

“Yes.‌⁠​ Though of humble‍ status, I make‌⁠‍ my living teaching‌⁠ magic.”

“Interesting.”‌‍⁠

Surprisingly,‌ the conversation seemed​⁠⁠ to be working.​

Just​ as Dereck thought​‌ his first method​ might succeed, Siern’s‍ bluish hair began​ to float, and​‍ magic surged through‍‌​ her body.

A blue energy began‌​ to radiate from‌​ her white eyes,⁠‍ and she smiled​⁠ ecstatically.

“Then…‍‍ you must be⁠ stronger than me?”‌⁠

“What?”‌‍

As‌⁠⁠ soon as Dereck​⁠‌ replied, Siern vanished.​

Her‌ movements, blending with⁠‍⁠ the icy wind,⁠ were hard to‌​​ track with the‌‍ naked eye.

When⁠‌ Aiselin and the​⁠⁠ servants blinked, Siern​⁠ was already in​‌‌ front of Dereck,‍ her skirt lifted‍‌ by a gust‌ as she floated.‌⁠‍

Her‍ bare feet dug⁠‍ into the snow,​‌​ and at that‌‌ moment, a massive‍⁠ wall of earth‍​‍ surged up to‌​⁠ crush Dereck.

There‌​​ was no chant‍⁠​ or preparation. The‍‌‌ speed of her‌⁠​ actions didn’t match⁠​ the body of​ a mere girl.⁠⁠

‘Transformation​​⁠ magic? Level 3?​‍‍ No… almost full​ level 2.’

Dereck​‌ couldn’t help but​ be surprised.

There‍‍​ are exceptional talents⁠‍‍ who reach level⁠ 3 before their‍ coming-of-age ceremony.

With​⁠⁠ the support of‍‍‌ a prestigious noble⁠⁠​ family, one or‍ two of those​⁠⁠ talents may emerge‌​ per generation across‍‍ the continent.

But⁠ for a girl​ in this barren‍​ land, with so⁠‍‍ many failed instructors,‌ to reach this​⁠⁠ level… was nearly‍​ impossible.

Crash!‌‌‍ Crash!

Dereck​‍‍ stepped back swiftly⁠⁠⁠ to dodge the⁠‌‍ wall of earth‌‌ and lowered his‍​ stance. His eyes⁠ turned serious.

Whoosh!‍

The​‌‌ earth walls continued​‍ trying to crush​ him, but the​ magic arrows he⁠⁠‌ instantly conjured shattered‍ them before they​ could form.

Not‍​‌ only the servants⁠​‍ were surprised—even Siern⁠ widened her eyes‍⁠⁠ in shock.

Dereck’s‍⁠​ reaction speed far‌⁠‌ exceeded normal.

‘From⁠‌ the start… this‌ isn’t careless magic.‍‌ Nor does it​ seem wild magic.​ What kind of⁠ person is this‍‌ man?’

There’s​ one immutable truth⁠⁠​ about magical talent.‍​‍ Effort, instructors, and⁠ a good environment​⁠‌ all play a role.

But​ if one had​ to choose a single decisive factor,​ it would be⁠ blood. First, blood.‌ Second, blood. Even‌‍ a third… still⁠ blood.

And‌ this girl was​ the daughter of​ a six-star mage.​‍ Her high level‍ was no surprise.⁠​‌

However,⁠‌‌ her magic style⁠⁠ was far different⁠ from Melverot’s. It‍‍ was hard to⁠ believe she was‍‍ the daughter of‍ a man who​ had strictly followed‌​‍ the aristocratic magic​‌‌ path.

She⁠ was so free-spirited,‌ it made one​ doubt she was‌⁠ his biological daughter.⁠⁠

“You​‍ dodged?”

Siern,‌‍‍ regaining her cold‍‌ expression, snapped her‍ fingers and looked⁠​‍ at Dereck. There‍ had been killing⁠⁠⁠ intent in her‌ attack. She wasn’t‌‍‍ a girl who‌ knew how to‍‌ hold back.

If⁠⁠ ranked by stars,‍ Siern’s magic was‍ nearly level 3.‍

Transformation‌​‌ Magic Level 2:⁠ ‘Earth Wall.’

Transformation‍‌⁠ Magic Level 3:⁠⁠ ‘Acceleration.’

However,‌‍​ her magic didn’t‌‌ seem bound by‍‍ that system.

“Lady‍ Siern.”

Dereck’s‌​⁠ tone grew even​ lower. Straightening up,‌‍ he adjusted his​‌ loose leather gloves⁠‍ and looked at‍​‌ her sternly.

“You‍‍‌ must not attack​‌​ people without reason.”​

First,‍‍⁠ establish the correct‍ rule. That was‍ Dereck’s style.

Diella,‍​⁠ Ellen, and Denise‌‌‍ always said the⁠‌ same. Dereck always‍⁠⁠ spoke the truth.‍​

Correct‍⁠​ principles are irrefutable.‌ But Siern gave​ a mocking laugh⁠ as she looked‌‌⁠ at him.

“You⁠‍ sound like someone⁠ from the southwest.‍‍ They say the‌‌ open plains and‌​ mild weather there​‌ are like paradise.”⁠​

Another⁠⁠‍ blast of cold⁠⁠​ wind stirred her​ hair. Despite the‌‌‌ chill that would⁠‌‍ make most men⁠⁠‍ tremble, she walked‌ barefoot and gloveless‍​ through the snowy‍‍ field.

Her‌ appearance was unusual.⁠

“Do⁠​‍ you think that‌⁠⁠ just because I don’t attack without​ reason, others will‌‍ leave me alone?”​‍

“That’s‍‌​ what it means‌ to live in‍‌‌ a civilization.”

“Those⁠​⁠ words don’t apply‌ here in the‍‌‌ north. You kill​‌‍ before being killed,⁠⁠​ eat before being‍‍ eaten. That goes‌ for both beasts⁠ and humans.”

The‌⁠‌ girl’s values were‍​​ extreme.

Growing‌⁠ up in the‌‍ northern cold might‌‌ explain that mindset,​ but Siern was⁠ a noble lady.⁠‌‍ Surely she had‌​ lived more protected​‍ than most.

Yet​‍​ with eyes as‍‌‌ cold as ice,⁠​‌ she spoke calmly.‌​

“If‌ you want to‌‍‍ teach me… prove​⁠​ your worth.”

“And⁠ what is that⁠‍‌ worth?”

“Not⁠⁠ dying by my‌⁠ hands.”

The‌⁠ girl stood among​​ corpses. She felt‌⁠ no guilt in‍‌‌ taking a life.‌

Rabbits,‌‍⁠ wolves, deer, bears…​ whether snowy field‌⁠‌ beasts or humans,‌⁠‌ if necessary.

The‍‍​ girl’s eyes, surrounded⁠ by bodies, were‌‍ equally serene. For⁠‌ her, skinning a rabbit or a person was the⁠ same.

Some⁠⁠⁠ would call it⁠⁠⁠ purity. Others, madness.‍ Dereck was clearly​ one of the‌ latter.

Bang!⁠⁠‌

Siern‌⁠‌ vanished again, stomping‍ hard. Her movements,​‍ sliding between bare‌‍​ trees, could no​‍‌ longer be tracked‌ by eye.

Just⁠‌⁠ as Dereck began‍‍⁠ focusing on the⁠ sound…

Whoosh!​

A spell was cast:‌⁠ ‘Sound Block,’ level‌​​ one. Siern had​​ blocked his hearing.‌‌⁠

‘Her⁠ combat instinct is‍‌ impressive.’

Dereck‌ remained calm, and⁠ Siern’s pressure intensified.‌

Level‍‌ one combat spells​‍​ flew at him—shockwaves,​​ ice spears, fire​ arrows.

And​ despite all that,‍‍​ she didn’t cancel‌‍ the level 3 ‘Acceleration’ spell on⁠‍⁠ herself.

Boom!⁠​ Bang!

Dereck‍‍ felt a strange​ affinity as he‌ watched her.

Her‍‍ lone stance in​ that frozen tundra⁠ reminded him of⁠ parts of his‍ own past.

But‌‍‌ there were two‌⁠ key differences. She​ had been born‌‍ with noble blood,⁠‍‍ a gift from‌‍⁠ the heavens.

And‌⁠ her combat style​ was excessively raw.⁠

To‍ Dereck, who had⁠‌ endured countless battles,​‍‌ her moves were‌ still immature.

Crack!​⁠

Crunch!⁠‌⁠ Crack! Crackle!

Siern’s⁠‍‌ eyes flew open.⁠

By⁠​ the time she​ came to, all‍‌⁠ her combat spells​​‍ had been shattered​​ by magic arrows.‍‍​

Intercepting‍⁠‌ magic before activation‌‌ was Dereck’s specialty.​ No matter how​⁠‌ sharp someone’s combat⁠ senses were, it⁠‌ wasn’t easy to‌⁠‍ deal with Dereck’s‌​​ flexible magic use.​‍​

This⁠ time, Dereck propelled⁠‍ himself from the⁠‍ ground and charged.​‍‍ The distance closed‍⁠ in an instant,​ but Siern leapt⁠⁠‍ backward, her tousled‌‍‍ hair flying.

“Trying⁠‌ to catch me​‌ with speed? What⁠‌ a foolish idea…”⁠⁠​

Just‌⁠​ as she tried⁠​​ to mock Dereck​‌⁠ for his “foolish​ idea,” a sharp⁠‍⁠ sensation ran down‌ her spine.

It‌‍ was a realm‍⁠ beyond the five‍‌ senses—the sixth sense.‍ An instinct engraved‌‌‍ in Lady Siern,​ who had grown⁠ up roaming the‌⁠ north and hunting‌‍‍ monsters.

Thud!‌

Crash!⁠​‍

Without‍​⁠ gaining much distance,‍‍ Siern rolled across‌ the snowy ground.⁠⁠‍

Dereck’s⁠‍⁠ foot was stepping‌‌⁠ on Siern’s shadow.‍‍​ It was the‌‌ two-star combat magic‍⁠‌ “Shadow Bind.”

It‌​​ was a spell​⁠ that used mana‌⁠‌ to trap the⁠​⁠ opponent’s shadow and⁠ immobilize them. Though‍‌ slow and impractical,‍‍ Dereck compensated for‍⁠ those flaws with‍‍ his innate magical⁠ sense.

“H-how⁠⁠ did you do⁠‍ that…?”

She‍‌ tried to ask⁠ how he had‌ tracked her, but‌ it was a pointless question.

Dereck‍‍ approached Siern, who‍ lay on the​⁠ ground due to​⁠ the binding spell.⁠​​

He⁠​‍ had learned tracking⁠​ magic directly from⁠‍‌ the legendary tracking​‌‍ mage, Drest Wolftail.⁠​

Dereck⁠⁠‌ had already developed​⁠ a sense capable⁠ of reading an‌‍ opponent’s movements through⁠⁠‍ mana flow.

The⁠ level 3 transformation‌‍ magic “Acceleration” was⁠ useful, but had⁠ a fatal flaw—it‍ left mana traces​‍ with every movement.​‌

That‌​ meant that when⁠ facing a high-level‍‌ tracking mage, every‌‌​ move would be‍ exposed. They were‌​​ experts in tracing⁠‌‍ and reading magical​ effects.

In​⁠ combat, the natural​‌​ enemy of a transformation mage was‌‌‌ a tracking mage.⁠

Of‍ course, Siern, who⁠‍​ had fought purely‍‌ on instinct, was‍​⁠ unaware of this‌‍ theory.

And‌​ from the perspective‍‌ of someone without‍ that knowledge, it⁠ looked like Dereck​ could predict all‍​‌ her moves.

“Lady⁠⁠‌ Siern. If you​ continue causing chaos,‍ I—”

“Haap!”⁠‍

Before‌​​ Dereck could finish‍ his sentence, Siern‌​⁠ picked up a rock buried in‍ the snow and‍​ threw it.

Caught‌‍ mid-sentence and off‌‌ guard, the rock⁠⁠‍ flew and struck‌⁠‌ Dereck’s temple before‍⁠ he could dodge.⁠

Thud!​‌​

It⁠ wasn’t a fatal‍⁠‍ wound, but his​​ concentration broke for⁠⁠​ a moment, canceling‌⁠​ the binding. Siern​ took the chance‌‍​ to cast Acceleration‍⁠ again and bolted‌‍ away.

Whoosh!‍​‍

Her‍ movements were astounding.​

“…”‍⁠

Dereck⁠ stood still.

A line of blood​‌‍ trickled down his⁠⁠ temple. A drop​‌ fell with a plop onto the‌‍‌ pristine snow, staining‌​‍ it red.

Dereck,‌​‌ who had been‍‌ silently watching the‍ scene, finally pressed‍⁠‍ his fingers to⁠ his brow.

“Mr.‌ Dereck! A-are you⁠‌ okay?”

Aiselin,⁠‌‍ worried, rushed toward⁠⁠​ him but lost​ her breath the‍​‍ moment she met‍‍⁠ his gaze.

Because‍‍ Dereck’s expression was‍​ unusual.

“…”‍‌

Dereck‍‌ was, by nature,⁠ someone who was‌‍ not swayed by‍ emotions.

Even⁠⁠ when Diella insulted​‌ him, or when‍⁠​ Ellen looked down‍ on him, Dereck⁠ never showed any⁠​‌ sign of agitation.‌‍

Even​‍⁠ if someone he‍ had just met​ tried to kill⁠​‍ him, threw a rock at him,‌⁠⁠ and made him‍ bleed… his steel​ composure would remain​‍ unaffected.

However,​‍ Aiselin couldn’t help​ but swallow nervously‍ upon seeing Dereck‍‌ press his forehead‍ and wipe away‍​ the blood.

Should​⁠ it be called‌ a ghostly aura,​⁠ or perhaps a murderous intent?

An‍ indescribable sense of⁠ intimidation could clearly⁠‌ be felt in⁠‍​ Dereck’s cold gaze.‍‍

Just‍ because he didn’t​ act recklessly in⁠ a fit of​​‍ rage didn’t mean‍⁠ he lacked emotions.⁠​⁠ If he was​‍ in a bad‍ mood, he was‍⁠ in a bad⁠‌ mood. He simply‍ considered it trivial.⁠​​

That’s​‌ why Dereck spoke‌ in a low‌ and calm voice,‌ without raising it.‌

“You⁠‍ remember I said‍‌⁠ I had thought‍‍‌ of three methods,‌‌⁠ right?”

“Y-yes…​ yes, you did…”​⁠‌

He⁠ continued in a voice as sharp​ as a blade.​

“Looks​‍ like we’ll have‌⁠ to use the⁠⁠ third method.”

“Mr.​‍⁠ Dereck…”

“If​⁠​ you have any‌‍ objections, please state‌ them, Lady Aiselin.”‌

Even​‍ in that situation,‍‌ by asking for‌‌​ his companion Aiselin’s⁠ opinion, he was​ the epitome of​ composure.

Aiselin​ couldn’t oppose him.‌ She merely took‌ a step back…‌ and with a trembling voice, barely‍‌ managed to speak.‌‍

“Please…​⁠ be merciful…”

“Understood.”‍‍‍

At​ that moment, Dereck’s​⁠‍ figure vanished.

***‍‌⁠

Swoosh!​‍

Siern‌ held her breath.⁠‍​

She​​​ found herself face-to-face‌ with Dereck, who‍​⁠ had suddenly closed‍⁠​ the distance and⁠‍‍ was staring at​⁠​ her intently.

The‌​ killing intent in‍⁠​ those red eyes⁠⁠ felt familiar. It⁠​​ was like that‍ of the giant​‍ wolf I saw⁠ during a snowstorm,‍ while wandering alone‍​ through the snowy​⁠‌ mountains as a child.

In‌ the wild world,⁠⁠ everyone ends up‌⁠ in one of​⁠ two positions. Predator​‌ or prey.

That‍⁠‌ position is relative.‌​ A predator won’t⁠ always remain one,⁠​​ and prey doesn’t​‌⁠ always stay prey.​‌

In‌​ this vast world‌​ without rules, it‌⁠⁠ all depends on⁠‍​ who you meet.‍‍⁠ If you encounter‍‌‍ a rabbit, you’re‌ the predator. If‍ you meet a wolf, you’re the‍⁠ prey. It’s that‍‍ simple.

Then…‍‌ am I the‌‍ predator or the⁠ prey now?

The​ moment I asked‍⁠⁠ myself that question,​⁠ Dereck’s hand reached​‌‍ out to grab⁠ me by the‌ neck.

Crack!‌

Crunch!⁠

However,‍​ with sharp instinct,‌​ Siern grabbed Dereck’s​‌‍ hand and bit‍‍ the callused palm‌‌ hardened from training.‍​

When‌ his grip loosened⁠‌​ for a moment,​ she leapt again,‌ but it was⁠‌‌ a useless move.​‍‌

No‌​ matter how much⁠​⁠ acceleration magic she‌ used, Dereck seemed​‍⁠ to know exactly‌​‌ where her movements‌‌ were going. In‌‍⁠ this case, the‍‍ difference in speed‍ was almost irrelevant.‌​

Snap!⁠‍

That’s‍​‌ why Siern decided‌ to move in‌ a straight line​‌ to maximize distance.‌

Trying‌ to confuse him‌​ with zigzagging movements‌‍‌ wouldn’t work, so​ she decided to‍ widen the gap​⁠ with pure speed.​‌‌

However,‍​⁠ that too was⁠‍ part of Dereck’s‍​‌ plan. When the⁠‍⁠ distance had significantly​​⁠ widened, Dereck raised‌ his hand and⁠‍​ gathered mana.

Whoosh!⁠‍‌

Dereck​​⁠ extended his hand‌‌‍ into the air​‍ and closed his‍ fist tightly.

“The​‌ energy of the‍ earth that embraces​⁠‍ all without hesitation…”‌‌‍

Siern’s‌ intuition screamed something​ was wrong.

Aiselin⁠‍ felt it too.⁠‍

It​ was the first⁠‌ time she had⁠‍ seen Dereck chant‍ a spell.

Dereck​ rarely did so.​

The‌ boy, who had‍​​ reached the limit​ of his magical​ sense, had become​ so advanced that⁠ he could cast⁠⁠‌ level 1 and‍​ even level 2 spells without chanting.‌‌

Whooosh!‍

The⁠ gathered servants looked‍ on in disbelief.​

The⁠‌ amount of mana⁠‍ concentrating around the‍​ boy, who was‍‌‍ about to undergo‌‌⁠ his coming-of-age ceremony,⁠​ far exceeded that‌⁠ of most noble‌‍‌ sons.

Whoosh!​​

Rumble!⁠

Dereck⁠​‍ was not someone⁠ who favored a combat style based‌‌‍ on brute force.​‌ Despite being born⁠‍⁠ with innate magical‍ talent, in basic‍⁠‍ duels he relied​​ more on his​ combat sense than‍‌‌ on magic.

He​⁠‍ often used magic‍ to trick his‌ enemies and gain‌ a psychological edge.‍‍​

But​ that didn’t mean‍​​ he couldn’t fight‍​‌ with pure force.⁠​‍

He‍​⁠ simply chose not‍‌ to. However, if‌‍ it was a situation that required⁠‍‍ overwhelming the enemy​‍‌ with absolute power,‍ Dereck wouldn’t hesitate‍‌​ to use high-scale⁠⁠⁠ magic.

He⁠‌‍ had already reached‌​ a considerably high​‍ level among 3-star‌ mages.

Boom,‌ boom, boom.

The‌‍ incoming magic had⁠​ to be avoided.‍

It​​‍ was the moment‌‌ Siern swallowed and​ took her stance.⁠⁠​ But the magic‍ Dereck unleashed was​ not something that​‌ could be dodged.⁠

Boom!‌⁠

The⁠‍ ground began to​ crack, and a blizzard rose up.‌​

“Ahhh!”‍‍

3-star⁠ combat magic: “Earthquake.”⁠

It​‍ was a high-level‍⁠‌ combat spell that⁠ overturned the ground‍ in a wide​‍ area, subduing the‌​⁠ opponent along with‌‌ the terrain.

However,‍ Lady Siern’s combat​​ sense had already‌ reached its peak.‍‍

If‌ the magic couldn’t⁠‌ be dodged, the⁠ caster had to‌‍ be stopped. Even‍⁠⁠ though the distance​‍ was dangerously wide,​ she had to‌​⁠ close the gap⁠ quickly and interrupt⁠‍ the chanting.

Just⁠⁠​ as Siern was⁠ about to activate‌‍ her acceleration magic⁠‌​ and dash forward…​⁠

The​⁠ ground was no⁠ longer there.

Wrapped‍ in a feeling‌‌ of weightlessness, she​⁠ saw Dereck casting‌​‌ magic from afar.‌‍‍

There⁠⁠ was no emotional⁠‍‍ agitation in his​‌‍ gaze, even as​ blood trickled down⁠ his temple.

‘This⁠ scale of magic…​⁠ has he already⁠ finished chanting?’

His​⁠ chanting rhythm was‌ always several beats‍⁠ faster than anyone​‍‍ could imagine. At‍‌ that moment, she​⁠‍ understood. They were‌⁠‍ on completely different‌ levels.

The‌ killing intent in​ the boy’s eyes​ was now entirely‌⁠‌ that of a predator.

And⁠‌‌ the prey… was​​ her.

Whoosh!‌‍

In‍⁠ the end, all​ that remained was‍ the fall.

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