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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 75: People (2)

Chapter 75: People (2)

Pshuk!⁠​‍ Pshuk!

Kwaak!‍​

This‌ is a story⁠‍ from when Dereck‌‌‌ had not yet‌​ grown accustomed to‌ the smell of​ monster blood.

It⁠⁠‌ was when he‌⁠‌ had just started​‍‌ interacting with the​​ group of mercenaries‌ and was getting‌ familiar with the​‌ ecology of the​​‍ labyrinth by following‍ Jayden.

The⁠‌ intimidation caused by‍⁠‍ goblins, trolls, ogres,​​ and other monstrous‍‍​ demi-humans was considerable,⁠⁠‍ so many mercenaries‍​​ who explored the‍ labyrinth for the⁠ first time would⁠ tremble or be⁠​⁠ of no help‌⁠​ at all in⁠‍ combat.

However,‍‌ despite his young‍‍‍ age, Dereck slit​ their throats and‍‌‍ severed limbs without‌ hesitation, showing the​‍ demeanor of a cold and ruthless‍​ mercenary.

Jayden⁠ often admired Dereck’s​‍ attitude, even thinking​‌​ that maybe he⁠ lacked human emotions.​

Crackle,‌​ crackle, crackle.

After​⁠⁠ completing the expedition‍⁠ that day, Dereck,⁠ who was sitting‌‍ at the camp‌​ tending the fire‌​ before returning to​‍​ Ebelstein, showed no⁠⁠‌ signs of exhaustion.‍⁠​

He​‌​ was, by nature,‍‍​ a complete mercenary.​ Jayden thought this‍‍​ as he watched‍‍ him.

“Dereck.‍‍ You worked hard​‍​ today.”

“No.‌ Just make sure⁠​⁠ to give me​‌⁠ a fair share​ tomorrow when we​ get back to​ the taverns in‍ the district.”

“Of⁠ course. By the​ way, aren’t you​‌ tired?”

“I​‍‍ can handle it.​‌ There’s no other‍‍‌ job in the​⁠⁠ commercial district that‌‌​ pays this well,‍‌ so I actually‍‌‍ feel pretty good.”​

This‌ was said by⁠‌ a boy who‌ had yet to‍⁠‌ undergo his coming-of-age‍ ceremony, after having‌ massacred dozens of​‌ monsters in a single day. A sight that would‌ make anyone unfamiliar‍ with him shudder.‌

The⁠ harsh environment of⁠ life, like a long winter, sometimes‌‌ created human beings‌‍‌ like this boy.‌‌

They​⁠​ had a human‍⁠‍ form, but there⁠‌ was a strange​⁠‍ sense that something⁠​​ was missing in‌‍‌ terms of humanity.‍

Jayden‌ was a renowned‌‍ mercenary who had‍ fought on many⁠ battlefields and had‍‍⁠ made a name⁠ for himself even⁠ in the so-called​ “Dawn War.”

Having​ spent so much​‌ time in brutal‌ combat, he knew⁠ well how precious⁠‍​ a child’s pure⁠ smile was.

That’s​ why seeing a boy who had‍ already learned all‍⁠⁠ the harshness of‌ the battlefield at⁠‌‍ such a young‍⁠‌ age unsettled him.‌

Jayden⁠‍‌ sat across the⁠‌​ fire. And with‍⁠‍ a warm, human‌ laugh, he said:​⁠‌

“Dereck.‌ You’re human.”

“…”‌

“As⁠​‍ long as you‌ live killing monsters‌​‍ like in a trance, there will‌​ come a time‍ when you question‍ your own humanity.​ When that happens,‍​‌ don’t forget to‌​​ reflect on it.”‌

Crackle,⁠ crackle.

Dereck‍ looked at him​‍‌ silently. Jayden smiled‍⁠ kindly, but there‍‌‍ was a firm⁠‌ resolve in that​‍‍ smile.

It‌‍‌ was advice born⁠​‌ of experience. That⁠‌ old mercenary named​‌⁠ Jayden had wandered‌‌​ the battlefield for‌‍ a long time​​ and had come‌ to his own‍‌⁠ conclusions.

“What’s⁠ the difference between‌‌ humans and monsters?”​⁠

“…”‍⁠

“I’ve⁠⁠‌ heard there are​⁠⁠ quite a few​​ monsters that mimic⁠‍​ humans. Most are‌ simple tricks, so​ their habits or​⁠ characteristics are quickly⁠‍‍ noticed… but they⁠ also say distinguishing‌‌⁠ between a human‍​‌ and a high-level⁠ monster can be‌⁠ very difficult.”

Jayden‍‍ quickly caught the​ meaning behind Dereck’s‍⁠ question.

The‍⁠​ boy had already⁠‍‌ gone through the​‍‍ worries that troubled​​​ him. He was⁠​‌ facing an anguish⁠‍ that most mercenaries‌​‌ only experienced much‍​​ later in life.‍⁠

“You​⁠‍ know the habits‍⁠⁠ of monsters well,​‍⁠ Dereck?”

“They‌​​ kill humans.”

“Yes.​⁠ Monsters kill humans.‌⁠ It’s just their‌‍ instinct. No different‌‍‍ than humans eating⁠ to live, reproducing,⁠‍ or seeking pleasure.‌​ That’s why monsters⁠‍ must be eliminated,⁠‍ and mercenaries like‍⁠ us make a living from it.”⁠‌

Jayden​‌ looked up at‍​ the sky. Many‌ stars were visible.​⁠

Comparing​‌ the number of‌‍​ monsters he had‍‌‍ killed to the⁠ number of stars,‍ it was hard‌⁠⁠ to know which⁠‌ was greater.

Jayden’s​‍‍ life was steeped​ in blood to‍ that extent.

“It’s​​‌ no different than⁠​​ exterminating pests. Just​‍‍ think of it⁠⁠‍ that way and​⁠ go on with‍ your life.”

With⁠‌ a calm smile⁠‍‌ and his head‌​ lowered, Jayden quietly‍ said that was‍‌​ the only conclusion‌ he had come⁠​​ to.

Dereck‍​ had no intention⁠‌ of arguing.

The⁠‍​ natural order implied‌​‌ that living beings‌⁠ harmed or killed‍‌⁠ others to survive.‌‌

It‌‍‍ was simply that⁠​⁠ kind of problem.‍ He didn’t think‌​​ he had to​‍‌ find a deeper‌⁠‌ meaning.

“You‍‍ were recognized as​ a hero in‌​ the Dawn War,‍​ right?”

Dereck‌​‌ asked.

Although‌‌​ more than ten‌ years had passed⁠ since the war‍‍‌ ended, it was‍⁠ such a major⁠⁠ event for the​​ northern continent that‍‌ it was still‌ spoken of as‍‌⁠ if it had‍⁠​ happened yesterday.

To‍ defeat the great‍‌ demon Noir, humanity‍​ lost the six-star‍ mage Kalimford. The⁠‌ only other six-star‌ mage present on⁠ that battlefield, Melverot,​ was the one‌ who finished off⁠ Noir and exterminated​ all the demon‍ tribes, sealing the⁠ war with victory.⁠

Jayden,⁠​‌ who had been‍⁠ present at that‌‍⁠ horrifying scene, always‌ showed a serious‌‍ expression when recalling‌⁠ it. Even veteran‌‌ mercenaries remembered it​‌‌ as hell, and‍ the scars that⁠⁠ war left on‍‌​ the north were‍‌‍ immense.

The⁠​‍ colossal figure of‍‌ that monster, visible​ even beyond the⁠ horizon, was still‍‌‌ remembered as a symbol of terror‍​​ by all northern​‌‍ humans.

“Even⁠‍‍ so, why are⁠‌ you working as​‍‍ a mercenary here⁠⁠‍ in Ebelstein?”

“Don’t⁠​‌ mention it, Dereck.​⁠ I refuse to‍​ return to a battlefield like that.”‍

Jayden,​ with arms crossed,⁠ silently watched the‌‍ fire.

“Those‍ who remember the‌‌​ madness of that⁠‌ battlefield consumed by‍‍​ Noir would think‍​ the same. Something​​‌ like that… must‌ never happen again.”‍⁠

***⁠

Demon‌⁠ tribes possess a natural sense of‍‍ smell.

It’s‍ subtly different from‌‍‌ humans and seems​‌ to pick up‌​ the peculiar scent​ of blood in‍⁠⁠ those soaked in⁠‍⁠ demon blood.

When​ Dereck killed his‍​ first demon, he‌ didn’t sense such​ a presence. When‌ he had killed‌‍ a hundred, he‌⁠ sometimes detected their‌‍ fear.

And‌‌‍ by the time⁠⁠ he had killed​​‍ a thousand, it⁠⁠‍ became evident. They‍ perceived the trace​ of demon blood⁠‍⁠ soaked into Dereck’s‍ body.

Only​ humans who had​​ spent their entire‌‍ lives massacring demons‍‍​ could emit such‌ an intense presence.⁠

Every⁠ time Dereck killed‍‍⁠ a member of‍ the demon tribe,‍⁠‌ he could clearly‌ see their eyes‌ trembling before the​ final blow.

When‌⁠ hunted by the⁠ human they believed‍​ to be prey,⁠⁠ they sensed the‍‍‌ blood on Dereck‍‌ and instinctively knew⁠​ it was the‍​ end.

The‌‍ weaker the demon,​​ the more evident⁠ it became. Some‍ even wet themselves‍‍ or preferred suicide.‍​

Of​⁠‍ course, stronger demons‌ resisted. Sometimes they​ injured Dereck or⁠⁠‌ forced him to⁠ flee.

But⁠ younger demons, who​ hadn’t even spread⁠‍ their wings, often‍ lost all strength⁠ just by sensing‍⁠ that smell on​‌⁠ Dereck.

That’s​‌‍ why Derek had‍​ an intuition.

“Hic…​⁠​ Hic…”

Seeing‌‌ the trembling figure​‌ of Lady Siern⁠ in the snowy⁠‍ field as he‍​ approached, he felt⁠ she wasn’t merely‌⁠ a frightened human.‌⁠

The​ way she manipulated‍ magic was also⁠ completely different from​ the orthodox, systematic⁠ Lord Melverot. It⁠ was enough to⁠‌ cause a sense⁠‍ of unease.

Siern’s‍ magic, impossible to‍ define by the‌ star-ranking system, leaned⁠‍ more toward an⁠ otherworldly existence than⁠‍ a human one.‌⁠

However,⁠⁠‍ intuition is not‍ evidence. That’s why⁠‍​ Dereck examined various⁠ records related to​⁠⁠ Lady Siern.

Step,‍‌ step.

Derek‌ walked firmly through​​ the luxurious hallway‌ of the Rochester​​ mansion. A drop‌‌ of cold sweat​ ran down Aiselin’s‌ cheek as she⁠‌ hurried after him.​‌

Reviewing‍⁠ the records left‌⁠⁠ by the servants‍ since Lady Siern’s‍‍⁠ childhood, he found‌ many details that‍​​ would be overlooked⁠ by others but⁠​​ were alarming to⁠‌ Dereck, an expert⁠ in demon tribes.⁠​

Killing​ servants without reason,‌ running off into⁠⁠​ the snowy plains‌ to hunt and​‍​ kill beasts, learning‌ magic at an​ abnormal pace… The‍‍ reasons why so⁠‌​ many high-ranking mages‌‍ who tried to‍‌ teach her ended​ up dead, injured,‍⁠ or quitting.

The⁠‌‍ insistence on keeping‌⁠ everything about Lady⁠ Siern secret.

It⁠ seemed all the‍⁠‍ puzzle pieces were​‌‍ falling into place.⁠ Once he organized‌ his thoughts to⁠ that point, everything‍ became clear.

It‍‍ wasn’t just a matter of bad⁠ temper or lack​‌‍ of magical talent.‌ Perhaps Siern Alaina‌ Rochester was the‌‍ most difficult person‍⁠ Dereck had ever​‍⁠ had to teach.​

Dereck⁠⁠ never worked for‌‍ free. If there‍ was risk, there‌ had to be​‍⁠ a corresponding reward.⁠ That’s how the​ world worked.

“Dereck…!”​‌

While⁠‍‌ Dereck organized his‌ thoughts, Aiselin quickly⁠‍⁠ stepped in front⁠​ of him to‍⁠​ block his path.‍​

“Dereck.‌ Where are you​⁠ going now?”

“I’m​ going to Lord​ Melverot’s office. They⁠ say it’s in‌⁠​ the main building⁠⁠ beyond the tower,‌‍ so I must​‌ walk diligently.”

“And‌‌ what are you⁠‍​ going to say⁠ to Lord Melverot?”‍‍

Dereck‍​⁠ replied without changing​ expression.

“I‌‍ intend to negotiate.”⁠‍​

“…”​‌​

Aiselin’s‍‍‌ face tensed again.⁠ The young man‌​‌ before her was​‍⁠ thinking of negotiating⁠‍⁠ with a six-star‍‌⁠ mage.

Though‌ Dereck seemed to⁠ be considering the‌ situation, Aiselin couldn’t‍ help but voice‌⁠ her concern.

“Suppose‌‌​ your hypothesis is‌⁠‌ correct. If they‍ really are hiding​ a demon tribe‍⁠ member in the⁠‌‌ mansion, raising her​ as a noble​ lady and turning​ a blind eye‌‌⁠ to the killings…​⁠ just revealing that‌⁠‍ would be fatal.”⁠⁠

Aiselin‍‍ checked several times​⁠ that no one‌‍ was in the‍ hallway, then lowered‌ her voice.

“If⁠‍ I were Lord⁠ Melverot, the first‍‌⁠ thing I’d think‍​ of would be​⁠ silencing you.”

“…”⁠

“You‌⁠ said it yourself,⁠ right? If the​ power difference is⁠⁠⁠ too great, negotiations​ are meaningless. Even⁠‍‌ if we try⁠ to shake them‍​ with Lady Siern’s​ secret… we have‌‍ no proof, and‌​‍ I don’t think‍⁠ they’ll be affected​​ by something like‌‌⁠ that, Dereck.”

Aiselin⁠​ continued, her face​‌ full of worry.‍‌⁠

“Many⁠‌​ magic instructors who‍⁠‍ came to teach⁠‌ Lady Siern died,‌ were injured, or​‌ resigned, right? Do‍​‌ you really think‌‌ all that was⁠⁠ just Lady Siern’s⁠‍‍ doing…?”

She‍​ spoke seriously. Those​ who tried to‌​⁠ manipulate Lord Melverot’s‌​ secret likely met⁠‍ a terrible end‌⁠‍ without exception.

“…”‍‍⁠

But‌ Dereck shook his​ head.

What‍‍ he intended wasn’t‍​‌ a threat, but‍‌‌ a negotiation. And‌‍ that was something‍ entirely different.

The‍​‍ Rochester mansion, in⁠​ the northern region​ where snowstorms raged.​‌⁠

In​​ the tower office,‌‌ a six-star mage⁠⁠⁠ sat alone, gazing​‍ out the window⁠⁠‍ with his chin⁠‍​ resting elegantly.

Despite⁠ his immense power,⁠‍⁠ he rarely left‌‌ the barren land‍ he ruled.

“Those‍‌ at the top⁠‍ of the magical⁠ world all have⁠‌ some defect. Old⁠ Drest is obsessed‌⁠ with wandering and​ has no interest⁠ in worldly affairs,‌ and let’s not​‍ even mention a lunatic like Kohella.”​

“And​ I’m not exactly⁠ normal either.”

Those‍ were Melverot’s own⁠ words. There are‌‍ no normal six-star‌​ mages.

Even‌ as he spoke‌‍‌ so coldly, he‍ didn’t exclude himself.​⁠⁠

There​​‍ he was, alone​​ in these monster-infested‍​‍ lands, locking away⁠ a creature disguised⁠​‌ as a human⁠ in his room,​ calling her daughter,​‌‌ and pushing expensive‍ tutors to somehow⁠​‌ socialize her.

There​ had to be⁠ a reason for‍​ such madness.

A reason not yet⁠‍​ visible. That couldn’t⁠ be known. And​⁠​ even if there​⁠‌ were someone who⁠‍ did know it,​‍ it could only‍ be Melverot himself.​‍‍

That’s​‌ why, to resolve‍‌ this situation, it‌‍‌ was necessary to‌​‌ speak directly with‍⁠‍ Melverot.

***‍⁠

“I​ heard you ran‍ into Siern on​‍⁠ your way to‍ the mansion. It’s⁠‌ fortunate no serious​‌⁠ accident occurred, but‌‌ as her father,‍ I must apologize.‍‌ Do you now‌ understand a bit​​‌ more why I was so careful⁠ when selecting someone‌ to care for‌⁠​ my daughter?”

“Yes,‌⁠ Lord Melverot.”

He‍⁠‌ had heard that⁠⁠‌ residents of the‌​​ North considered it‍ normal to wait⁠ more than a month to be‌ granted an audience​ with the lord⁠‍ of the Rochester​‍‌ mansion. Only people‍ of very high​ rank could be‍‍ given such an‌ opportunity.

However,‌‍ Dereck and Aiselin⁠​‌ were able to⁠ go straight to​ the office the‌ moment they requested‍‌ it through the‍ butler. That demonstrated‌​ just how special​​‌ the treatment was‌ toward those teaching‍⁠ Siern.

As‍‍ soon as Dereck‍⁠ entered the grand‍ office of the⁠‍‍ Rochester mansion, he‍‍ saw Melverot seated⁠‍ in an elegant‌ fur coat, resting​ his chin on​‍ his hand. He⁠ was an imposing,⁠ striking man, with‍⁠ silver hair flowing⁠​​ over his shoulders.⁠‍

He‍‌⁠ was still calmly‌‍​ reviewing the affairs‌ of the territory.‌

Melverot,⁠‍ sitting in a finely carved wooden⁠​ chair, glanced sideways⁠‍​ at Dereck. After​⁠‍ observing his expression,‌​ he finally set‌ aside the documents⁠ and leaned back.‍‌​

“I‌⁠⁠ understand your arrival​‍ was delayed due‍​ to a certain​⁠ disturbance. So, how⁠‍​ was meeting Siern?‌‌⁠ Do you think‌‍ you’ll be able​⁠ to teach her⁠‌ the manners of‍​ high society?”

“Of‍‍⁠ course. However, as‍ you mentioned, it⁠ seems more difficult​ than I thought.”⁠

“I​ understand. I’m not‍​‍ ignoring the difficulty‌‍ of the task.​​‌ I don’t intend‌​ to belittle your‍‌ effort with a mediocre reward, but​​ it seems there’s‌ something you want.”⁠‌​

Dereck‍‍​ had considered taking​ some valuable magical⁠‌ artifacts stored by‍‍‌ the Rochester family.‌​ They wouldn’t only‍ help with his‍ transformation magic training⁠​ but would also‍ be useful for‌​‍ his work as​‌⁠ a mercenary.

However,​⁠ upon reconsidering, he‍‍⁠ felt the need‌ to change his‌⁠ approach.

Taking‌ a few magical‍ artifacts wasn’t enough.‌​‍ He felt he⁠‍‌ needed to convey‌‌​ that idea to⁠ Lord Melverot.

So,‌ Dereck knelt on​ one knee and⁠‍​ bowed his head⁠‍ as he spoke.​​‍

“I​​‌ know it’s an‍‌ unreasonable request, but‍‍​ may I ask‌ that you have⁠‍‍ all the guards​‍ leave the office?”‌⁠‌

At⁠‍‌ those words, Melverot’s⁠⁠‌ brow furrowed slightly.⁠​

That⁠ meant there was​‍⁠ something he wanted‍⁠ to say that‌⁠ others must not​⁠⁠ hear.

“Is‍⁠ there a reason‍‌ to go that‌​ far?”

“There’s​ only one thing‍ I need to​ say.”

Dereck​⁠​ lifted his gaze⁠ and spoke directly⁠ to Melverot.

“I​ don’t know if⁠‌‍ you’ve considered it,‌⁠‍ Lord Melverot, but‍‌‍ I’ve spent my⁠⁠ entire life killing‍‍ monsters. I can‌⁠ say with confidence​‍​ that I understand‍ the ecology, habits,‌‌​ and behavior of‍​ monsters better than‍​ any magic master.”‌

In‍​​ truth, high-ranking magic⁠ masters, dressed in⁠​ luxurious robes and​​‍ reciting academic theories,⁠ often lacked practical​​ knowledge of monsters.​‌

However,​⁠⁠ Dereck, who had‌​ risen from the‌​ bottom with blood⁠ on his hands,⁠ was entirely different⁠ from them.

“If‌​ you wish, I can speak my⁠ mind here and‍​ now. But I find it hard​ to judge whether⁠‌‍ that would be⁠​ the right thing‍‌‍ to do.”

“That’s​ enough. Everyone, leave.”⁠⁠

Having​ heard that much,‍‌ Melverot gestured with​⁠ his arm and‌‍⁠ ordered the guards‌​ to withdraw.

It​⁠⁠ was uncomfortable to‍ leave an armed‌⁠‌ foreign mercenary alone‌ with their lord‍‌ in a small‌ room.

However,‌‍ the guards hesitated‍‌‌ only briefly before⁠ stepping out into‍ the hall. The​‍ lord they served​‍ was none other‌​‌ than Melverot, a six-star mage.

Judging⁠⁠​ there would be‍‍‌ no serious harm,‍‌​ they didn’t take​ long to leave.‍​ After the disturbance,​‍ the office fell​ silent.

Dereck,⁠⁠ who had maintained‌‌ a low posture,‌‍‍ and Aiselin slowly‍‍ stood up. Aiselin’s‌‍⁠ face clearly showed⁠‍‍ tension, but Dereck’s⁠​ remained as calm‌‍​ as ever.

He‌​‌ was a person​ of extraordinary valor.‌ Melverot could easily‌‌​ understand what kind‍‍ of man he‌ was.

“Alright.‍ Speak.”

“Is​​‍ Lady Siern truly‍⁠‌ human?”

“You‍​‍ came here already​​⁠ knowing she isn’t,⁠​ didn’t you?”

Melverot‌​⁠ answered naturally, without⁠‌ any significant change​‌ in expression.

As‍​ Dereck silently watched​‍⁠ him, Melverot let​ out a short​​ laugh and continued.​‍

“Why?‍​‍ Do you think​ you accepted the⁠ wrong job?”

“May‍ I ask why‌​ the other magic⁠ instructors resigned?”

“I​‍​ dismissed all the‌‌‌ mediocre ones who​‍ didn’t even notice⁠ Siern’s true nature.”​​‍

“And‍ what happened to⁠⁠‌ the ones who‍​ did?”

Dereck⁠ asked directly. Aiselin,‍‍ standing behind him,⁠​⁠ was sweating nervously.⁠‌

“There​‍ are only two‍ outcomes. Either they‌​‌ begged to resign,​‌ or they tried​‍ to handle it‍‌​ to the end‌ and met a terrible fate.”

“How‍⁠‍ many survived?”

“It’s⁠ better if you‍⁠ don’t know.”

Dereck‌ didn’t press further.⁠‌ From the beginning,‌ there had been⁠⁠ several strange aspects.‍‌⁠ He fully understood‍ the moment he​‌⁠ faced Siern.

Her‌​ magical prowess was⁠ excessively high.

Even​⁠ if she had‍⁠​ inherited the best⁠​ bloodline, it was​⁠‍ unusual for someone⁠ her age, still‌‌​ not an adult,‍‍​ to already use⁠‌ three-star magic.

It‌‌‍ was an achievement⁠⁠ that made one⁠⁠‍ question whether it​‍‌ was even possible​⁠ within the human​⁠ world. Even across⁠​ the entire continent,​‌ you could count‌ on one hand‌‌‌ the number of‌‌ mages who had​‍⁠ reached such a level at her‍⁠ age.

What‌ happiness it would‌ be to have‌⁠ someone like her‌⁠⁠ as a disciple.​​‌ With that thought,‍‍​ many masters had​ approached her, but⁠⁠‌ most seemed to‍‍‍ meet an unfortunate‌‍‌ end.

Siern​​‌ Alaina Rochester was⁠⁠⁠ not a disciple‌‍⁠ just anyone could‌‍‍ handle. That fact​​ was already clear.‌⁠

“Seems‍​ a bit late‍‍⁠ for regrets. You’ve⁠ already arrived at⁠​​ my mansion in​‌‍ the north, so⁠ you can’t leave​ just because you‌ feel like it.‌‍‍ Do you think‌​‍ you can cross​ this vast, freezing​‌‌ field of snow‍⁠‌ alone?”

From‍⁠ the start, setting‍‍‌ foot in that​‍ mansion was already⁠‌ part of Melverot’s‌‌⁠ plans.

Once⁠⁠​ inside, one couldn’t​⁠‌ leave without his​ permission. To emphasize⁠ it, Melverot’s eyes‍ glinted once.

“As​ you know, the​⁠ North is full⁠⁠ of monsters, and⁠‌​ many suffer accidents‍ while traveling across‍ the harsh snowy‌⁠⁠ fields. And monsters⁠⁠⁠ don’t distinguish between⁠ commoners and nobles,‌‍‍ between ordinary people‍⁠⁠ and mages.”

“…”‌

“If‍⁠⁠ you don’t want‍ your name added​‌ to that list‍⁠‍ of victims, perhaps‍‍ it would be​⁠ better to give‍‍‌ your all to‌⁠ this rather than​​​ regretting it.”

“I​ don’t regret it.‍ In fact, Lord⁠⁠‌ Melverot has found​​​ the right talent.”​

“…?”‍‍‌

It‌‌​ was an intimidating‍‌‌ threat for anyone.‍⁠‍ When a mage​ who had reached‌⁠‍ six stars spoke‍‌‍ so openly, most​ would succumb to⁠⁠‍ fear or be​​‌ swept up in⁠‍‌ the atmosphere.

However,⁠⁠⁠ the young man‍​‍ named Dereck stood‌⁠ up with a satisfied smile. Melverot⁠ was momentarily surprised‌ by that attitude​ but didn’t show⁠‍​ it.

“Didn’t​‌‌ I tell you‌​‌ in our first​​ conversation? It’s not⁠ an easy task,​⁠‌ but it’s worth⁠​⁠ trying. But… the​‌‍ gold coins and‌ magical tools you‍‌ promised aren’t enough⁠⁠‍ for me.”

“Oh…⁠‌‌ so you came⁠‌​ to negotiate your‍ pay?”

“It‌‍ might be something‌ deeper than that.‍ Didn’t you say,‍‌⁠ Lord Melverot, that‌‌​ you knew better​‌⁠ than anyone what​⁠ I wanted?”

Melverot⁠ observed Dereck’s expression​ with his chin​ resting on his​‌ hand. There was‍‍ nothing crude in⁠⁠ his confident demeanor.‌ He was truly⁠ willing to take‍‍‌ charge of Siern.​

He‌‌ didn’t even ask⁠‍ why Melverot was⁠‍ protecting a monster⁠‌ disguised as a human.

Of‍​‌ course, Melverot had​​ no intention of⁠‌​ answering, but he‍⁠ was surprised that⁠​ Dereck didn’t even⁠‌⁠ question it. He​ simply laid out‍​‍ what needed to‍‌‍ be done with⁠‍ cold clarity.

“I’m⁠ a mage. Mages‍‍ always dream of​⁠ higher realms.”

“Yes.‌​ But even if‍⁠​ someone from the‌ bottom reaches out,‍ the times will‌⁠​ simply reject them.”​

“Exactly.‌ That’s why I need a weapon⁠​‍ to resist that.‍​​ If you help⁠ me, I’ll take⁠ all of Lord​​​ Melverot’s secrets to‍⁠ the grave and⁠ resolve the concerns‌ regarding Lady Siern.”⁠

What‌ supported his confident⁠ tone was the​ fact that he‍‌‍ wasn’t a cheap⁠⁠‌ worker. It’s common​​⁠ for a capable⁠‌ person to have‌‌ ambition and desire.⁠ Melverot didn’t consider​⁠ that disposition to‌⁠​ be a flaw.‌​

However,​ what the hell​‌⁠ was he planning‌ to ask for​‌​ that made him‌ show up to⁠ negotiate with a smile in a life-or-death situation? Even‍⁠ if a mere‍​ commoner made a grand demand, it‍⁠ would often amount‌ to pocket change‌​ for Melverot, one‌⁠ of the Empire’s⁠ stars.

Hearing​ what he wanted‌⁠ wasn’t that hard.‍ So Melverot asked.‍​‍

“Very‍⁠ well. What do⁠⁠​ you want?”

“Isn’t⁠‍​ it obvious? If‌​ Lord Melverot wants‌‍‍ me to keep​⁠​ quiet, you’ll have​‍ to put a muzzle on my​‍ mouth.”

At‍ Dereck’s response, Melverot’s​ expression hardened.

“A‌ title.”

There‍⁠ are no cheap‌‌​ but competent talents‍‌ in the world.‌⁠‍ Although he knew⁠​⁠ that well, his‍ opponent’s request went⁠ a few steps‌ beyond what he​‌⁠ expected.

“The​ rank doesn’t matter,​ but I need‌ a title.”

He‌ had been born​‍ in the depths‍​⁠ of the slums.‍​

A dark place where⁠ the rooftops of‌​ dilapidated buildings blocked‌⁠⁠ the sunlight. Growing​‍‍ up in such‌​⁠ a place trapped​‌ one’s vision and⁠‌ thoughts, forcing them⁠‌ to crawl forever​ along the muddy⁠‍‌ ground.

However,‌‌ his eyes were​‍ truly fixed on‍​‌ the highest peaks‍‌‌ of the magical​‌ world.

“Even​ if it’s low-ranking,⁠⁠‍ I must become‌ a noble.”

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