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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 98: Power and Love (3)

Chapter 98: Power and Love (3)

The​‌ mansion of Count‍ Belmierd was located‍ in the small⁠⁠ city of Floren,‌‌ beyond the natural‌​‌ fortress of Ratman⁠ Gorge and across‌ the vast plains.​⁠⁠

This‍​ small city, which​‍​ was also Ellen’s‍‍‍ birthplace, was a mandatory stop for‍⁠ most of the⁠⁠ southern trade routes​‍​ leading to Ebelstein.⁠

Because‍ of this, it‌​​ was not unusual​‍ to see mercenaries‍​​ establishing bases or‌‍​ brokers crowding the‍​​ main road to​ haggle.

Floren‌⁠ was a small‍‌ city, but one‌‍‍ with great influence.‍‍

Even‍⁠‌ though it could‌‌​ be crossed from‍ end to end​⁠ in less than⁠ half a day,‌‍‍ the volume of​ logistics distribution was⁠​ so great that⁠​‍ it could be‍ considered a miniature‍‍‌ Ebelstein.

As‌ the place with⁠‍‍ the highest tax‌‌‌ revenue within the⁠‌⁠ Count Belmierd’s territory,‌​‌ this city was‌⁠ the family’s most‍​‌ treasured possession.

To⁠ see the mansion‌⁠​ of the ruler‍ of this region,⁠‍ Count Belmierd, one​ had to cross​ the city and‍‌‍ look up at​ Rabir Hill, which‌ rose after the​ plains.

The‌ mansion, built as‍​‍ if to overlook‌ Floren from above,​⁠ had become a symbol of the⁠​​ region.

It‍​​ was the mansion​ of Count Belmierd.​​‌

“…”​‍

Dereck‍ could not help‍ but shiver the‌ moment he stepped‍⁠ down from the⁠‍ carriage.

“Baron​⁠‌ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw.‍​ It is an​​‍ honor to receive‌​⁠ you. I have⁠​ heard that you⁠⁠ were Lady Ellen’s‍‍ tutor and gave​‌ her great guidance.”‍

Of‌ course, the scale‌ was far different‍‌‍ from Ellen’s private⁠ mansion in Ebelstein.‌⁠

The​ welcome Dereck received⁠ was far grander‍ than he had‍‍​ expected.

He‌ thought he had‌‍ grown used to​‌​ seeing large estates,⁠‌ as he often‌‍ visited various noble‌​ families, but that​⁠​ thought vanished when‍‌‌ he saw the​‌‌ main residence of​ one of the⁠‍ three great families.‍

‘Well,⁠ the mansions I used to visit⁠ were mostly the⁠ private ones of​ noble ladies in⁠‌ Ebelstein’s noble district.⁠​ The only main‍ residence I knew‌ was the Duplain‍‌ family’s. Outside of​​ that, perhaps Duke⁠ Rochester’s on the​ outskirts.’

The‍​ ducal houses of‌ Duplain and Rochester‌​ were not of​⁠⁠ ordinary size either.⁠‍

However,‍​‌ the mansion of​ Count Belmierd did‍ not pale in​ comparison to such‍ powerful families. Though‌ the title was​‍‍ one rank lower,‌​​ its influence and‌​ authority in the‍⁠ region were no‍‌‌ less.

The​⁠⁠ palace-like main building,​‌ the annexes extending​ behind it, the⁠‍⁠ separate guest pavilions,‌ a church with​‌ a tower, three⁠‌⁠ different gardens (the‌⁠⁠ main one, the⁠​‌ servants’ garden, and‌‍‌ the labyrinth), an‍ armory, a training‌⁠​ field, and even​​​ a small barracks.‍​⁠

Added‍​​ to the stables‌​‍ and artisan workshops,‌⁠ it gave the‍‌‌ impression of a small town adjoining⁠ the city.

Even‌ within the outer​​​ walls, there was‌ a large lake.​‍

The‍​⁠ scale of the‍‍ mansion left one⁠‍ speechless.

Here‍ was where reality⁠⁠​ became clear.

Ellen,⁠ whom he had⁠‍ seen in Ebelstein’s‌⁠‌ noble district as‌ just another lady,⁠‌ in truth possessed⁠​ a very different​ kind of authority.⁠⁠

All‌‍ of this mansion​​‍ would someday be‍⁠‍ hers.

***​

It⁠​⁠ was no surprise‍ that Ellen had‌ risen to the⁠‌ rank of true​‌ power within the​⁠‍ Belmierd family.

She‌‍​ had received the‍⁠​ absolute support and‍‍ affection of the‌​ count, and it‍‍‌ had been years​​ since she had⁠ overshadowed both the‍‍ incompetent eldest son‌‍‌ and the third‍‌‌ son, who had‍ turned to religion.​‌‍

As‍​‍ Ellen’s tutor, even‌ Dereck, a simple‌​​ frontier noble, could‍⁠⁠ be treated as​​ an honored guest‌​‌ in this mansion.‍​

The⁠ guest room to⁠⁠ which the servant‌ led him was‌⁠​ as large as‌ the main hall​‍⁠ of Ravenclaw Barony,‌​​ and the tea‌​‍ served while he‌ waited was of​ such superior quality‍‍​ it was more​⁠​ expensive than most‌​ fine dishes.

In⁠‌ fact, more surprising​​⁠ than such treatment‍‍‌ was that Count​ Belmierd himself came‍‌ to receive him.‌

“It‌​ has been a while, hahaha. Once‍‌‌ I chased you‍‍ down to the​ commercial district to​‌ hire you, and‍⁠​ as expected, your‌​ value has multiplied​⁠‍ several times since​​⁠ then.”

Count‍‌‌ Belmierd was known⁠​‌ as a generous‍ man.

He‌⁠‍ wore an imposing‌⁠ suit of armor‍​‌ and a luxurious⁠‌ cloak, as if​ he could march​‌‌ to the battlefield‍‌ at any moment.‍

In​⁠​ fact, he often‌⁠‍ personally inspected the‍ barracks or the​​‌ armory, which explained​​​ why the soldiers‍‍‍ of this territory​⁠​ were considered superior⁠‌‌ to those of‌‍⁠ the other two⁠ families.

“It⁠⁠​ was a sudden‌‌‌ visit, but I am honored that​⁠ you yourself received‍ me.”

“Honored?‌‌ Everyone knows you‍‌ are under the⁠​⁠ protection of the‍​⁠ cold Duke Rochester⁠ in the north.”‍⁠‌

“Yes,​⁠⁠ I owe Lord​ Melverot a great‍‍‌ debt.”

Count⁠ Belmierd, crossing his⁠ massive arms, laughed‍​ again and then‍​ sat in a chair in the‍ corner of Dereck’s‍‍‍ private room.

“Hahaha.⁠ It feels like⁠ yesterday I heard⁠ rumors you came‌ from the slums,​​ and now you‌‌⁠ come to the‍ count’s mansion as⁠ a titled noble…⁠‌​ I regret not‍‍‍ having managed to‌‌ retain you then.”‌

“There⁠‍‍ were circumstances at‌‍⁠ that time. I apologize.”

“Well,‌ anyone who knows‌ how hard it‍⁠ is to find​ a good magic⁠‍ teacher would understand.‍ I wanted to​​‍ keep you by‍‌ my side, but⁠‍‌ things don’t always​​‌ go as one⁠⁠​ plans.”

Despite⁠⁠ his rugged appearance,⁠​‍ intelligence shone in‍​⁠ his eyes.

It‍ was the bearing‌‍ of a veteran​ hardened by countless‌‌ battles.

“Gold,⁠‌ silver, and jewels‌​⁠ stay in the​‍ chest once you​ lock them away,​​ but no matter​⁠⁠ how much you​‍ want to hold‌ onto talent, just​‌ look away and‌​‌ it disappears. It’s⁠ frustrating.”

“That’s​⁠ why they say‍ talent is more⁠ precious than gold.”​‍

“Exactly.‍ Especially those, like‌⁠ you, who know‍‍ their worth. They’re‍⁠⁠ the hardest to⁠​ use. Anyway, you’re​ clever, hahaha.”

After‌⁠​ joking, the marquis‌ sighed deeply.

“Since‍ my dear daughter​⁠ Ellen considers you⁠​ her teacher, I should treat you‍‍​ with the utmost‍‌⁠ honor, but the​ situation is not‍⁠ favorable. I ask​ for your understanding‍​​ if you feel‍⁠ we neglected you​⁠ somewhat.”

Dereck,‍‌ who in no​‌‌ way felt neglected,‌‌ found it strange.⁠‍

If‍ this was “neglect,”​ then what would​‌​ the treatment of‌​ a true honored⁠⁠ guest be like?​​‍

“…It‍‌ seems something is‌‍⁠ happening in the‌‍ mansion.”

The⁠​⁠ count’s expression hardened‍‍‌ for an instant.⁠​‍ Then he smiled‍‌ again, but Dereck​⁠‍ did not miss‍​ that fleeting moment.⁠​

“Well,‍‍ in the end‌⁠ you will know‌ even if I don’t tell you.⁠ There are many​‍ servants given to‌ gossip, and those‌​‍ who need to‍ know already know.”​

“…?”​

“According​​ to your letter,​⁠ you are starting‍​ a new business,⁠ correct? You want‌ Ellen to appear‍​‍ at the inauguration‍ of the training‌​​ center… that is‍ not a difficult‌⁠ request.”

The‍‍ count uncrossed his‍⁠ arms and stood.⁠​

“However,⁠⁠ I am not⁠ sure it is‌‌ possible right now.”​‍‍

“…Why?”⁠‌

“Ellen​⁠⁠ is currently under‍​ house arrest by‌⁠ my decision.”

“What?”​

It‌ was so sudden⁠ that Dereck couldn’t‍ help but ask⁠‌‍ again.

The​ count’s expression looked​ complicated, somewhere between⁠​ a smile and​​ a bitter grimace.​

“For‌‌ the time being,⁠ Ellen will be⁠‌‍ under surveillance. Within‌ the mansion she​‍‌ can only go⁠⁠ to the annex,‌‌ the tower, the⁠‌⁠ church, and the‌ gardens. When the‌‍ situation is resolved,⁠​‍ she may be⁠⁠‌ allowed to go⁠​​ out, but for⁠ now I doubt⁠​ it.”

“What‌ happened for her‌‌‍ to be under⁠⁠‌ house arrest?”

The​‌⁠ count was silent‌⁠‌ for a moment,⁠ as if pondering.⁠⁠‌

He​‌‌ was known as​⁠ a loving father,‌​​ so he must‍⁠‍ have had a grave reason to‌‍ forbid his daughter‍ from leaving. It⁠‌​ was clear he‍ had given an⁠ order with which‌‍⁠ he was uncomfortable.​‌

He‌⁠‍ seemed to be‍ debating whether to‍‌​ tell Dereck the‌‌ details.

Seeing‍‌ this, Dereck understood.‌​‌ The information the‌‍ count hesitated to⁠​⁠ reveal was probably‍‍ a secret so‌‍ great it could⁠ affect the entire⁠​ Belmierd house.

If‍ Ellen trusted someone​​ fully, the marquis​ usually trusted them​ too. Yet there⁠⁠ was a reason‌ he wavered.

While‍​‍ Dereck tried to⁠‌ guess, the count​⁠ finally spoke, as‍ if forcing the‍ words out.

Even‍⁠ Dereck, always calm,‌‍​ frowned upon hearing‍ it.

“Traces⁠​ of necromancy research‍‌ were found in⁠ Ellen’s room.”

Dereck​‌‍ straightened his posture.⁠‌

This‍⁠‌ was not something​‍ that could be⁠‌ taken lightly.

***‌​​

“Baron,‌ a letter has‍‌ arrived.”

“Hmm?”‌‌‌

The​⁠ next day, a letter flew to​ the Barony Ravenclaw,‌‌ which was full​ of construction work.‌‌‍

Dereck,​‌⁠ who was watching‍​ the site with⁠ a complicated expression,‌‌ received the letter​​‌ that Delbriton handed​ him.

The⁠​ envelope, richly decorated,⁠​‍ bore the seal⁠​​ of Count Belmierd.​​

The​ incident began when​⁠‍ a maid, sent⁠ by Leonard, the‍‍ third son of‍ the Belmierd family,​⁠⁠ entered Ellen’s room.​⁠‍

Leonard​ had asked her‌ to look for⁠ a magic book⁠‌ by the author‌ Hamilton to practice‍ a second-class spell.‌‌

Hamilton’s‍​‍ book was quite‍ rare, not even​​​ available in the‌ estate’s library. When‍‍ the maid informed‍‍​ him of this,‌⁠ Leonard said.

“I‌⁠ saw Ellen reading‌‍ Hamilton’s book. I will send her⁠‌ a separate letter⁠‌⁠ to inform her,​‍​ so go ahead,‍ take the book⁠ from her shelf.”‍

Ellen‌‌ resided most of⁠ the time in‍ Ebelstein because of‌‍ her work in⁠‍⁠ the Rose Salon.‌⁠

Since⁠⁠ Ellen’s room was⁠‌ often empty, borrowing⁠⁠‌ a book didn’t‌‌⁠ seem like a big problem.

As​‍​ Leonard assured her​‌ that he would​ obtain Ellen’s permission‍​ personally, the maid​‍ began searching the⁠‌ bookshelf without objection.​​‌

And‍‌ soon, upon pulling‍‍​ out one of‍‌‌ the books, a strange space was⁠ revealed behind it.​‌‌

Unable⁠​ to resist her⁠ curiosity, the maid​⁠⁠ reached in, found⁠ something like a handle, and pulled‍‍ it.

Creak.‍‍

Then,​‌ the bookshelf moved,‍ revealing a huge‍‍‌ staircase that descended​‍ directly underground.

The‍‍‍ maid, horrified, immediately​ informed the butler‍ of the Belmierd‌‌ mansion, and he,​⁠​ along with two⁠‍‌ senior servants, went‌ down into the‌‌ underground space, where⁠⁠​ a terrible scene​⁠ unfolded before them.‌

An⁠​ underground laboratory that‍ reeked of blood.​‌

Human​‌ parts were stored⁠‍‍ in a mutilated‍ state, and several​‌ skulls rolled across⁠‌ the floor.

In‍ one corner of⁠‌ the room, under‍ the chandelier of⁠‌‌ the desk, several‍ necromancy books were‍⁠ spread out, the⁠ kind carried by⁠⁠⁠ the necromancers of‌​ Rodentz Island.

Next​⁠⁠ to the desk⁠‌⁠ were trinkets, writing⁠ instruments, and a frilled hat that‍ seemed to belong​‍ to Ellen, scattered‍ across the place.‍‌

After⁠‍‌ that, the mansion‍​ was turned upside​ down.

Ellen,‌‌ who was in⁠⁠ Ebelstein, was immediately‌​‌ summoned back to​ the Belmierd mansion.⁠​

‘So‍​⁠ you are finally‌‍​ plotting something interesting.’‍⁠

Ellen,​​⁠ sitting in the‌⁠‍ garden of the‌ Belmierd mansion’s annex,⁠‌‌ put down her‌‍​ teacup.

The‌​ sky was high⁠ and blue, and⁠​ the garden offered‌‍ a peaceful view.‍‍

However,‌​ the servants passing‌ by couldn’t help⁠‍ but glance sideways‍⁠⁠ and swallow nervously.‌

There​‌ was a woman‍​‌ standing behind Ellen,‌ who drank tea‍‌ under the late‍‍ spring sun, her⁠‍ hands clasped behind⁠ her back. Her‍ name was Briana,‌⁠‌ the most trusted‌‍⁠ maid of Count‌​ Belmierd.

It‍‌‍ was not common​‍ for someone as‍ capable as her,‍⁠ who handled all‌ kinds of important‌ tasks, to waste‌ time just to‍ watch over one‍ person.

In‌‌ that gloomy atmosphere,​ the servants could​‌ not help but​‌‌ murmur among themselves.‌‍

‘Even‌‍ the servants seem‌⁠‍ to approach cautiously.’‌

First,​⁠ they made sure​‌‍ no word leaked‍‍ outside the mansion,⁠ and then all‍ the senior servants​ gathered to begin‍‍⁠ the investigation.

During​‌‌ that time, Ellen‌ was strictly monitored,‌‍⁠ making it difficult⁠⁠‌ for her to‍ have contact with⁠‍⁠ anyone.

Although⁠‌⁠ she was not⁠​ confined to her​​‌ room due to‌‌‌ her position, her⁠⁠⁠ physical freedom was‌‍‌ restricted.

“….”⁠‍

Despite‌‍ the urgent situation,‌ Ellen remained calm.‍ She could still⁠‍‍ sit in the‌‍ garden and enjoy⁠‌ a cup of​​ tea under the​ sun.

She‌‍ had witnessed all⁠‌ kinds of vile​‍‍ struggles in the​​⁠ corridors of power.‍‍ Somehow she was⁠ used to facing‍⁠⁠ such slanders and​​‌ intrigues. What mattered‍⁠ was to appear‍‌ more dignified than​⁠⁠ anyone.

Above‌ all, the Belmierd‍​ mansion was practically​ her kingdom.

Having‍⁠ reigned as the⁠​⁠ family’s heir for⁠‌ a long time,⁠ many servants had⁠​ seen her genuinely⁠‌ and justly fight‍ for power.

Count​‌ Belmierd also trusted⁠ Ellen, and most‌⁠‍ of the senior‌​ servants believed she‍‍ would not have⁠​ involved herself in‌​ such nefarious magic.‌⁠⁠

It‌‌ was not easy‌⁠ to undermine her‌​ authority in this⁠‌ place.

Certainly,​ something as serious​‌​ as necromancy was‌‍ needed to have⁠⁠ a real impact.​‌‍

Those⁠‍ who remembered the‌ disaster of the‌‍ Duplain family knew‌⁠‌ well how dangerous‍​‌ necromancy could be.⁠‍‌

‘At​‌ last you have​ drawn your sword,‍‌​ Leonard.’

To‌ bring Ellen down,⁠​ all her close‍ allies, who were‍‍‍ like her arms​‍ and legs, had‌⁠⁠ to be cut⁠‌‍ off.

They​​‌ had to be‌‌‍ made suspicious, and‍‌‍ her family and​⁠‍ servants dragged into​ a swamp of​‍‌ doubt.

Ultimately,​​​ no one in​ that mansion should⁠‌‌ be able to​‍‍ trust Ellen.

Of‍‌‌ course, trust built⁠ over years does‌ not collapse easily.‍⁠‌

Therefore,⁠ Ellen narrowed her⁠⁠‍ eyes and quietly​⁠ sipped her tea.‌⁠⁠

***⁠‍​

When⁠​​ Dereck finished his‍ conversation with Count‍ Belmierd and stepped‍⁠ into the hallway,‍ he came across​‌ an unfamiliar face.‍

“Pleasure​‍‍ to meet you​​ for the first​ time, Sir Dereck.⁠⁠‌ I sent you‍‌‌ a letter. Since‌⁠ you mentioned being‍‍⁠ busy, I thought‌‍ of visiting you‌​‍ myself, but fortunately‌​ you had a reason to come​ to the mansion.”​​

From‌‍⁠ the familiarity in‌‌⁠ his words, that‌⁠⁠ man had to⁠​ be Leonard.

The⁠ younger brother of​‍ Ellen and third‍⁠ son of the​ Belmierd family. Though‌ he smiled, his‌⁠ eyes gleamed coldly.⁠​‌

Most​ members of the‍⁠ Belmierd family had‌ red hair, but‍​ Leonard’s was completely‍ white. It was⁠ a peculiar sight.‍​‍

“Young‍ master Leonard.”

As‍ Dereck slightly lowered​ his head in​‌ greeting, Leonard looked​ around and spoke‌⁠ in a low‍​ voice.

“Sir⁠‌ Dereck, renowned as‍‌‍ the most famous⁠‍ magic master of​ Ebelstein, your reputation⁠ precedes you. It​‍‌ is truly an⁠⁠⁠ honor to meet⁠⁠ you in person.”​‍

“No,​⁠⁠ not at all.”‍⁠

He​ smiled calmly and‍ then continued.

“Could‌‍ you grant me‌ a moment? I have something important‌ to tell you.”‌

“Ah,‌‌‌ yes?”

“That’s⁠ right. Despite your​‌⁠ position, I have⁠‍⁠ heard that you‍‌​ devote yourself sincerely​ to the pursuit‌ of magic, and‍⁠⁠ your achievements are‌ also remarkable. They⁠‍ say you reached‍⁠ a level at‍​ a young age‍​ that common mages‌ of humble origin‍ could never achieve.”‌

Leonard‍‌​ spoke politely, without⁠‍⁠ erasing his smile.‍⁠⁠

“However,⁠⁠‌ Sir Dereck, you​​‍ are not someone​‌‍ who should stop⁠​‌ at the level‌ of a commoner.”‍‍​

At⁠​‌ those words, Dereck‌‌ frowned.

“You​‌‌ should aspire to⁠ the level of⁠ a 4-star mage.”‌‍​

“….”⁠‌‌

“I​ will help you.‍⁠​ Will you listen​ to what I have to say?”‌​

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