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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 99: Power and Love (4)

Chapter 99: Power and Love (4)

Born‌​‌ and raised in⁠‍​ a wealthy family,‍‍‍ one would think‌ there was nothing⁠ in the world‍ that could obstruct‍​ her path, advancing‍​ in life without‌ hesitation.

If⁠‍‌ one were to​⁠‌ trace the journey‌‌‌ of life, it​‌ would surely be‍ the ever-ascending path‌⁠⁠ of a hero.​‍‍

Ellen‌⁠ had never changed‌ that idea since​‍‍ childhood.

And,⁠ thinking that the⁠‍‍ outlook of other‍‌⁠ powerful families would​‍​ be the same,⁠⁠‍ sitting in the​‍‍ main seat of⁠‌⁠ the Rosea Hall,​‌​ she sometimes felt‍​‍ an affinity with​‍‌ the other two⁠‍‍ people.

Although⁠⁠ Aiselin of Duplain⁠ and Denise of‍ Beltus seemed to⁠‍ have dispositions completely​​⁠ different from Ellen’s‌‍ at first glance,​ when looking closer,‌ there were strangely​‌ similar aspects in​‌ their way of​ life.

They‍‌​ were all chosen‍​ people.

Blessed⁠ by everyone from​​​ birth, they would​​ continue to reach‍‌‍ the sky, carrying​⁠ on the prestige​​⁠ of their families.‍

As⁠ they climbed higher⁠‍​ and higher, they​⁠⁠ would come to‌​⁠ possess even greater​ power.

To‌ live with that⁠‌ ambition until death⁠⁠‌ could be said‍​ to be, ultimately,‍‌⁠ the reason for⁠⁠​ existing.

However,‌ something happened outside​​‌ Ellen’s conception.

The‍ Duplain family, which‌​ had seemed destined​‍‌ to reign forever⁠ at the top​‌‌ of Ebelstein, faltered,⁠ and half of⁠‍ its members died,​‌‌ were injured, or‌​‌ left; the territory‌⁠ was reduced to​​ less than half,‍ and the high-ranking⁠​ nobles despised or​ rejected them.

The‌‌​ days of walking‍ among the clouds​ ended in an​‌​ instant, and Aiselin,​ who had been⁠‍⁠ considered a flower⁠‌‌ in the chamber,‌‌ was suddenly thrown⁠​ to the ground​⁠⁠ and rolled in‍⁠‌ the mud.

Except⁠‌ for a few‌ lesser nobles who‍​‍ admired her character,⁠ everyone considered Aiselin‌⁠ a finished woman,‌​ and they pitied‌‌ or mocked her‌‌‍ as she wandered,​ trying to earn‍⁠‍ even a single‌ coin.

Ellen,⁠​​ who observed Aiselin⁠ closely, felt moved​⁠ and approached her​‌‌ to ask.

“Lady⁠‍‍ Aiselin. Are you​‍ all right?”

The‌‍‌ place was the‌ corridor of Elfontaine⁠ Hall.

Aiselin,⁠ exhausted from searching‍ all day for‌​ a place to‌‍ borrow money, was​ resting in a corner of the‌‍ hallway.

Her‍‍‍ still-beautiful appearance was‌‍​ like the reincarnation‌⁠⁠ of an angel,‍ and her sleeves,‍​⁠ rolled up with‌ energetic air, remained⁠​⁠ as white and‌ thin as before.‌‍​

And‌‌⁠ the smile she‍ gave Ellen when‍⁠‌ she looked up​ at her did‍⁠ not seem much‍​ different from when​‌ she walked among‌ the clouds.

“Oh,⁠‍​ Lady Ellen. Are‍‌ you all right?⁠ What do you​‌ mean?”

“Simply…‌⁠‌ everything, everything in​‍‌ general.”

Ellen,‍ who had witnessed‌‌⁠ the fall of‍​ the Duplain family‍ up close, could‌​⁠ not help but‌ have mixed feelings​ about Aiselin’s firm⁠⁠ attitude.

The⁠ whole process had​‌‌ been a shock‍ to her.

The‌ fact that the​‌‌ Duplain family, which⁠⁠‌ had seemed destined​‍‌ to rule the​​‍ world forever, collapsed‍ so suddenly meant‍ there was no⁠‍‍ guarantee that Belmierd‌‌​ would not end​ up the same‍⁠‍ someday.

“Lady​‌ Ellen, your face‌⁠ is full of​ worry. Your rose-like⁠​⁠ appearance will be‌ ruined. Do not⁠​ worry. Duplain only⁠‌ suffered a great‍‍‍ misfortune from a series of unfortunate‌ events, but the‌‍‍ Belmierd family will‍‍ never be dragged‍​‌ down by such​ a great disaster.”​‌​

“…I⁠​​ am not worried​ about the Belmierd‌ family. What worries‌⁠⁠ me is you,​⁠ Lady Aiselin.”

“Hahaha,​‍ don’t worry too​ much about me,‌⁠ Lady Ellen. Although​ Duplain suffered greatly⁠ from being consumed‌ by necromancy, it‍‌ still maintains its⁠ lineage. Somehow, it‌ served as a warning of how‍‍ dangerous necromancy is,​⁠ so perhaps it​‌ worked as an⁠ alarm to prevent‍‌⁠ something similar from⁠ happening in Beltus⁠​‌ or Belmierd.”

Incredibly,​‌ Aiselin was worrying‌⁠ about the future⁠⁠‍ of the Beltus​⁠ and Belmierd families.‍​⁠

Even‌‌⁠ though her own​‍⁠ family was on‌​‍ the brink of⁠⁠ collapse, this celestial‌‍⁠ girl had a heart to care​ for others.

“Thank‍⁠ you for worrying⁠ about me, Lady‌ Ellen. When we‌​‍ first met in​⁠‌ Ebelstein’s social circle,‌ we did not⁠⁠ have a good‍⁠ relationship, but in‍​ the end, we​ became close enough‌⁠ to worry about‌​‌ each other. That⁠ in itself is​‌⁠ also a great⁠‍‌ gain.”

Aiselin‌ stretched out her⁠‌⁠ arms and smiled‍‌​ brightly.

The‌​ traces of her‍ hard wandering all‌‌‍ day through noble⁠ houses were evident.‌‍

“I⁠​ am not wise‍‍ enough to speak⁠‌ of life with​‌⁠ Lady Ellen… but​‍‌ even so, there‌‌ are things that‌‍ can only be⁠⁠‍ understood when one‍‍⁠ goes through a situation like this.”​‌‌

“…”‍⁠‍

“Lady⁠‍‍ Ellen, you are​‍ someone who loves‌​​ power more than‌ anyone and has‌ a strong ambition⁠⁠‌ to rise, aren’t‍‍‌ you? But my‍‌​ older brother always‌‌ told me something.‍ Life is long‌ and full of⁠ ups and downs,​‌​ and one cannot​​ always improve and⁠‌ improve without stopping.”⁠⁠​

As‌ they observed Aiselin,‌‌ not only Ellen​ but also all​ the noble ladies⁠ who passed through​‌ Elfontaine Hall could‌ not help but⁠ feel strange.

She​‌ had faced a great trial that​ could have sunk⁠​ her life into‌‍ the abyss, yet‍⁠ she never erased‍‍ from her face‌‌ the same firm⁠‍⁠ expression as always.‌⁠

Ellen⁠‌‍ suddenly wondered where‌ that strength came​​ from.

“Along⁠‍ the journey of⁠ life, there will‌​‌ be times when⁠‌​ you stumble on​⁠‍ a stone, or⁠‍‌ fall from a great cliff and​ crash to the‍‌‍ ground. While you⁠ roll in the​​ dust and face​ everyone’s doubts and​ ridicule, it may‌‍​ seem that your​‌‌ life has ended,‌ but only then‌​​ do you begin​‌ to see things⁠‌ clearly.”

“…”‌​

“Lady​‍​ Ellen, while navigating​⁠‍ noble society and⁠⁠ clashing with various⁠‍⁠ enemies, surely there​⁠ will be times​ when you stumble‍⁠‌ on a stone‌⁠⁠ or face everyone’s‌‍⁠ doubts and ridicule.⁠‌ Even if it⁠‌‍ is not a crisis that shakes‍ your life to⁠⁠ its depths like​‌ mine, it could‌‌ still corner your‍‌ heart and mind.”‍⁠​

Aiselin​​‍ clenched her delicate‍ hand tightly and‍‍‍ extended it in‌‍‍ front of Ellen’s‌‍ eyes.

“That⁠ is the moment‍​ to look around.”​

“What⁠​​ does that mean?”‍‍

“When⁠ you feel that‌‌ everyone is mocking‍ you, and the‌‍​ world has abandoned⁠‌⁠ you. When your‍ closest friend turns⁠ their back on‍‌ you, and the‌‌ servant you trust​​ the most shakes‍ his head. Even​ at the lowest​​‌ point, there will‍​‌ be at least‌​ one person who​ will not turn⁠​⁠ their back on‌‌‌ you. Because Lady‍​ Ellen is a wonderful and precious⁠‍⁠ person.”

It​​ might have been‌‌ advice born of‌​ experience.

This‍⁠‍ delicate girl, who​⁠ bore on her‍⁠ shoulders the weight‌ of a collapsing‌‍ family, had gone‍​ through experiences since⁠‌‍ the Duplain disaster.​‍

However,⁠ she must have‍​ seen something on⁠ that thorny path.​‍⁠

And​‌ there must have⁠‌⁠ been someone by​⁠ her side.

When⁠‌ everyone else shook‍​‍ their heads and⁠‍ turned away, there​ was a mercenary​⁠‍ who tried to​‌ lift her by​ the arm.

“The‍ journey of life​‌‌ is not just‍ about constantly ascending.‍⁠ Only by wandering‍ once along the‌‌⁠ thorny path can​‌ one truly know⁠ who one’s true‌⁠ people are.”

“…”‌‌​

“The‌⁠ value of that‌ experience is more​⁠‍ precious than gold.⁠‍ So I have⁠ no reason to‍‌ be sad.”

Duplain⁠​ collapses miserably.

However,‍⁠​ looking at this⁠ girl, it seemed​ that even that​​​ trial had some‌⁠ meaning. Ellen did⁠‍ not know what‌‍⁠ to reply.

Magic​⁠⁠ and scholarship can‌⁠​ always be learned⁠‍⁠ if one finds‍ a good teacher.‍‍​

But‌⁠ where can the‌‌ strength of the⁠​ heart be learned?​

The‌ only teacher who⁠⁠ teaches that is⁠‌⁠ this vast world‌‌ with its relentless⁠ winds.

“Mmm…!‌‌⁠ If we just‍‌ fix the sign​‍ that is a little crooked, it⁠‍ is quite a decent building. For‍⁠‍ something built in​ such a hurry,​‌⁠ it is really​‍‍ well done!”

The‍​‌ garden of the​ Baron Ravenclaw’s mansion.‍

In​⁠ front of him,‍⁠‍ a young woman‌‌ wiping sweat with‌ one arm at‍‌ her waist always‌ seemed to have⁠‌ stars shining in‍‌ her eyes.

Looking‌ at the first​‌‌ completed dormitory building,⁠⁠ a refreshing smile​‌⁠ spread across the‌‌‍ face of the​‍‌ girl who had⁠ walked the thorny‍ path.

She‍ had been constantly‍⁠ educated since childhood.⁠

Only‌⁠⁠ by being able⁠ to walk even‍​​ a thorny path⁠ as if it‍⁠⁠ were a flower‍ path could one‌ truly be called​⁠ a flower of​​ the chamber.

***⁠

“My​ sister Ellen is⁠⁠‌ someone who will​ do anything for​ power. There is‌‌ probably no one‍ in this Belmierd‌‍ mansion who doesn’t‍‌‍ know that.”

When​ Dereck was led‌‍ into Leonard’s private‍ room, the sturdy‍⁠‌ young man personally⁠ carried the tea⁠‌⁠ instead of letting‍ a servant do‌ it.

After‌⁠ placing the cup‌‍ in front of‍⁠‍ Dereck, the latter​​ glanced at it⁠ for a moment‌‍ but didn’t bother⁠ to bring it‍​​ to his lips.​‍‌

“Thank‍⁠ you.”

“No,‌‍ I should be‌​ the one grateful.⁠​​ For someone like‌‍‌ me, who is⁠‍⁠ still learning about​‌ the world, it‍ is of great⁠​‍ value to build‍ a connection with‍‍ a distinguished magic‌‍ master such as‍‍‍ Lord Dereck. I appreciate your visit.‌‌ Hehe.”

Leonard,⁠⁠‍ with his white⁠ hair falling in​⁠ locks, sat down‌‌​ in front of​ Dereck.

“You​‍‌ said you taught⁠​ Ellen, right? What‍‌ was she like?”​​

“What‌‍ do you mean‍ by what? I’m⁠‌‍ not sure what​ you’re asking. The‍‍ Lady Ellen I taught was diligent‌ and applied in‍‌ everything.”

“I‍ see. But… you‍ shouldn’t be so‍ easily swayed by‌​ those appearances.”

There‍ was a hidden‌‍​ intent in Leonard’s‌‌ words.

As‍ a guest of‌‌ the Belmierd family,‌‍‌ Dereck didn’t need‍‌⁠ to get too​​⁠ involved in that⁠‌ matter. However, Leonard⁠ seemed eager to‍​ convey something to‌‌⁠ him.

“I’ve​‍​ known Ellen since​ childhood. She spent​ every day acquiring⁠‌‌ every skill necessary​‍​ to seize power.‌ Sometimes she was‌ diligent in her⁠ studies, sometimes she​ immersed herself in​⁠​ magic training… and⁠​⁠ other times she‌ tried to master​⁠‍ the art of⁠⁠‌ deceiving or winning⁠‍⁠ over people.”

“…”‍

“I’m‌‌‌ not sure which‌ side of Ellen⁠‌ you saw, but‌‌​ I can’t say‌⁠‌ that showed her⁠⁠ true nature. Ask⁠​‍ any Belmierd servant.‌‌ No one in⁠⁠ the world can⁠ match Lady Ellen’s⁠⁠ endless greed for⁠ power.”

Dereck‍‍ listened in silence.​⁠

In​​‌ situations like that,⁠⁠ he always maintained​ a critical gaze,⁠⁠‌ filtering the words⁠⁠‌ he heard. Leonard‍⁠ seemed to notice,‍‌‌ for he smiled⁠ and eased the​ atmosphere.

“I’ve⁠ spoken too harshly​​⁠ of my sister.‌‌‌ I worry that‌ Lord Dereck may‌ have a very‌ poor impression of‌⁠ me.”

— Leonard is cunning,​ skilled at winning‍ people over, and‌‌ an expert in‌‌‌ intrigues and tricks.‌ Don’t believe a single word he‍ says. Hehe, hic.​

It‍‍‌ seemed Dereck remembered‌‍ Linus’s drunken words,‍ crying over the‍ tavern table.

Finally,⁠ Dereck let out‌​​ a light laugh‌‍ and replied.

“Don’t⁠⁠ worry too much‍‍‌ about that. I heard that you,​ young master Leonard,⁠ abandoned the family’s‍‍​ prestige at a young age to​ go on pilgrimage,⁠⁠⁠ showing your deep​ faith.”

“My‌‍​ faith is nothing​​ more than a gift from the​​‌ god Ruelon. It​ is not something⁠⁠ worthy of praise.”‌⁠⁠

With‌‍ those words, they‌‍⁠ exchanged knowing smiles.​‍​

“Before​‌ getting to the‌ main point, allow​ me to tell⁠⁠ you why I wanted to meet⁠⁠‍ like this. As⁠⁠ I mentioned in‌‍​ my letter, I firmly believe that​ you, Lord Dereck,⁠ are an outstanding​ and promising individual⁠‌ who will leave⁠ a mark on‌‌‌ the history of⁠​​ magic.”

Leonard‍ continued speaking without‌ losing his sly‍‍ smile.

“It​​‌ would be a great loss if‌‌‍ the path of‌‍​ such a promising‌‍ mage were obstructed.​ That is why​‌ I hope you‍ don’t get entangled​‌ in the affairs‌‌⁠ happening within the​ Belmierd family and‌‍⁠ suffer great harm.”‍⁠​

“What‍ exactly are you‍​‌ trying to say?”‌⁠‌

“You​⁠ are Ellen’s master⁠⁠ and have shared‍⁠⁠ a special bond‌ with her. It’s⁠ only natural that​ you’d want to​‌ defend her in⁠⁠ the current situation.”​

Leonard‌​​ looked at him​‌ with sincere concern.​⁠

It‌‌ was clear that​ he had called‌ him to persuade​ him.

“However,‌‌ you must not‌ defend Ellen hastily.⁠⁠ If my prediction​​‍ is correct, she⁠ will soon suffer‍‍⁠ a great downfall.”​⁠

“…”​‌​

“Listen​ well, Lord Dereck.⁠​⁠ The beautiful image‌‌‌ of her reigning‌‌ in society as‍ a noble rose‌ is nothing more​⁠ than a mask.​ Once you learn⁠ Ellen’s true nature,​ you’ll quickly realize‌ that you’ve taken⁠ in the wrong‍‌⁠ disciple.”

Leonard⁠ stood up, lowered​⁠ his voice, and‌ spoke with a serious expression.

“Do‍⁠‌ you know my​ older brother, Linus,‍ who was once​⁠ the heir of‌‌​ Belmierd?”

“…”‌

“One​⁠ day, Linus suddenly⁠‍​ abandoned all his⁠ rights as heir​ and began wandering​‌ the world. It’s‍‌ truly strange. What​ kind of position⁠⁠ is that of⁠​‍ Belmierd’s heir? It’s‍⁠​ a role that​⁠ makes you feel⁠ as if the​‌ entire world is​​​ at your feet,⁠‌ along with this⁠ vast mansion.”

Linus,‌ who abandoned such‌ a position to​‍‌ wander, was truly⁠ an unusual case.​

Seeing⁠‍ him drink excessively,‍⁠​ frequent gambling houses,⁠ and live as​​ he pleased made‌ one doubt if‌⁠​ he was really​​ a noble.

The⁠ eldest son, who​‍⁠ should have been‌‌ responsible for the‍‌‍ family’s future, turned‌ out to be⁠ a complete wastrel,‍‌‍ which deeply worried⁠ the Marquis of‌​⁠ Belmierd and his‌‍‌ senior servants.

“Why‍‌⁠ did Linus renounce‍⁠‌ it all and‌‌ leave? It was⁠‌ Ellen, our sister,‍‌⁠ who slandered him‌ and drove him⁠‌⁠ out of his​ position as head​‌ of the family.”​‍

Leonard’s⁠​‌ face grew even‍ more serious.

“Ellen‌⁠‌ threatened and manipulated​ Linus by exploiting‍⁠‌ his weaknesses, expelled​​ him, and usurped​ the position of⁠‍ heir in order‌⁠‌ to study necromancy.⁠‍ The evidence is⁠⁠ now coming to​‍ light. I can‌‌‍ explain the details‍‍ to you.”

“…”​‍​

“I‌​ know how hard​​‍ it is to‍⁠ believe my words.​⁠‍ Lord Dereck, who‌ has taught Ellen⁠​ and seen her‌‍ masked face, must​‍ have only seen​​‌ her as naive‍‌‌ and hardworking. But‍⁠ as someone who‌ has been closer⁠⁠ to her, I know well. You‌​‌ must not be‍‍‌ deceived by that‍ fox obsessed with‌ power.”

In‌ Leonard’s desperate eyes,​‌ he seemed like​ a meek lamb.‌‍ His history of‍‌ turning religious and‌‌ living a virtuous‍‌⁠ life didn’t seem‌‌​ like a sham.‌​‍

“I’ve⁠ heard from the⁠​⁠ senior servants. They‍​ found traces of⁠‌⁠ necromancy in Ellen’s‍‍‍ room. And not‍ only that, they‌ are also investigating​​‌ the mansion in‍‌ Ebelstein, and it’s​ reported that they​​ found corpse remains‌‍⁠ in the basement.”⁠

“Is‍⁠ that true?”

“It​⁠⁠ is the result⁠⁠ of an investigation‌​ not only by​‌‍ our family, but⁠‌ also by the‍‌ famous magical trace‍‍ tracker, Advisor Revilton.‍‌‌ It must be‍ true.”

Leonard‍‍​ spread his arms‌ and declared.

“You​‍​ must make a wise decision, Lord‍ Dereck. I beg‌ you to take​ my hand. I am willing to⁠‌ give you all‌​‌ my support to‍‌‌ help you reach‌⁠ the level of⁠ a four-star mage.‍‍ I promise to‍​​ establish a closer‌‍ relationship with the​‌ Ravenclaw barony and⁠‌​ ensure that nothing‍ obstructs your path⁠ to greatness.”

“Why⁠⁠ would you do⁠​​ so much for‌⁠ me?”

“I⁠ already told you.​ I firmly believe‌‍⁠ that you, Lord⁠​⁠ Dereck, will become‌‌⁠ an even greater⁠ master of magic.⁠​⁠ I’ve heard of⁠ your achievements and‍⁠ was amazed at‌‌ how outstanding you⁠⁠ are.”

“…”‌‍⁠

“My‍​ father often says⁠ gold and silver​‌ remain still, but​‍‌ exceptional talent disappears‌ quickly. I know​⁠⁠ how to recognize‌‍ the value of‌ talent. If I can help it‌​ remain within Belmierd,‌‍ it will surely​‍⁠ be a great​ asset.”

Leonard’s‍ words flowed so‌⁠‍ smoothly that it‍‍ was hard for‌⁠​ Dereck to interrupt.​⁠

His‌‍ pauses, his intonation,​ everything made the​⁠ listener easily accept​‌ his speech. He⁠ was a natural⁠⁠ orator, regardless of​​ the content.

“So,⁠‌‍ please, don’t act‍‍ rashly or defend⁠ Ellen lightly, putting‌​⁠ yourself in a difficult position. I don’t ask that​⁠ you believe everything​‍ I say. But​‍ I beg you‌​​ not to jump​ to conclusions. From‍‌ your perspective, even​‍ I must seem​‌⁠ like someone untrustworthy.”‍‍

“…”‍‌

“Your​ suspicion is natural,⁠ Lord Dereck. I won’t impose my⁠‌ opinion by force.‍ But you must​​ be cautious.”

He⁠⁠​ didn’t try to‍​​ win him over‌​‌ in one stroke,‌‍ but respected his​​ freedom of choice‌‍ while gently sowing‍​ seeds of doubt.⁠​⁠

Dereck⁠ stroked his chin​ and fell into⁠ deep thought. Leonard‌⁠‌ waited in silence,‌‍ convinced he had⁠ persuaded him.

But‍ Dereck didn’t trust‍‍ him at all.‌⁠‍

Even​‌​ though he couldn’t​ immediately see what⁠​​ kind of person⁠ Leonard was or⁠​​ what plots he​ was hatching, there​⁠ was only one⁠‌⁠ possible decision.

“So⁠⁠​ young master Leonard‌ thought the same.”⁠⁠

He​‌ finally smiled.

That‌ smile was like⁠‍‍ the one of​⁠​ someone plunging a dagger into the‌ neck of a dying monster.

Those​‌⁠ who knew Dereck⁠⁠ knew he didn’t​ usually smile like​ that.

But⁠​​ Leonard couldn’t know.⁠

“Lord‌ Dereck…?”

“It’s⁠​ truly strange. While‍⁠‍ teaching Lady Ellen,​ there were moments⁠⁠‍ when I felt⁠​ chills or when‍‍ everything seemed like⁠ a lie. I dismissed many things⁠ as mere discomforts,‍‍ but it turns⁠⁠⁠ out they had⁠ a reason.”

“Exactly!‌⁠ Lord Dereck has‍⁠ sharp insight!”

“Now⁠​ that young master​ Leonard says it,‌‍ everything makes sense.‍ Certainly, Lady Ellen‌‌ had many strangely⁠ suspicious aspects.”

Dereck​​​ stood up and​ extended his arm⁠‍ to Leonard, his‍‍ eyes full of‌ distrust.

“If‌ you hadn’t called⁠ me, I would​ be in great​ trouble. I owe‌ you a great‍ debt.”

“No,​⁠ Lord Dereck. But…⁠ I didn’t expect⁠⁠ you to trust‌‌ me so easily.”‌‌​

“Are​​ you not the⁠⁠ lamb of the‍ god Ruelon? I too am a devout believer. A person capable of‌ going on pilgrimage‍⁠ at your age​ would not slander⁠ others so lightly.”‌‌​

Dereck​‍ clasped his arm‌ with a wide‍⁠⁠ smile.

“Young⁠​⁠ master Leonard is‍‍ a messenger sent‍‍ by the god‌⁠‍ to save me.⁠‌‌ It is a blessing.”

***⁠⁠‍

Click.‍​​

Ellen,‌‍ who was in​‍‌ the annex garden,‌⁠ set down her⁠ teacup.

The‌⁠ senior servants who⁠⁠​ had investigated the​ traces of necromancy‍‌‍ in her room‍​ had returned.

Their⁠ faces were heavy.⁠ In the Belmierd⁠ mansion no one‌ distrusted Ellen, which‍ was why those‍‌‌ clouded expressions were​‍‍ strange.

“Lady‌​ Ellen.”

“Has​ the investigation concluded?”⁠‍‍

“Yes.⁠ With the help⁠‍ of Sir Loteil,​⁠‍ a four–star mage‌‌‍ from the outskirts,⁠‌ and Advisor Revilton,⁠​ an expert in​⁠‌ tracking magical traces,⁠ we have completed‍​ it.”

The‍ servants spoke in‍ low voices before​ her.

“From​‍ now on, it‌‍​ seems the house​‍⁠ arrest will be​ reinforced. Please, Lady​‌⁠ Ellen, do not​ leave your quarters‌‌‍ in the annex.​ This report will​‍ soon be delivered​​ to Count Belmierd.”⁠

Ellen’s‍‌ face hardened.

Thud,​ thud.

‘…They’re‍ not giving me⁠‍‌ even a hint‌‌​ of the results.’⁠

Soon​​​ she was walking‍‍ down the corridor‌‌​ under “escort.” In‌ practice, it was‍‍⁠ no different from⁠ surveillance.

In‍‌‌ that oppressive atmosphere,​​​ Ellen thought about⁠ how to punish​‌ her younger brother’s‍​ schemes.

Then‍‍‍ the unexpected happened.​‌

Creak.‌​

“Then‌‌ I will contact​‌ you separately.”

The‌ one who appeared‌​ from Leonard’s room​ with a satisfied⁠ smile was none‍​⁠ other than Baron‌‍ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw,​‍​ the person she​ trusted more than‌ anyone.

The⁠⁠ two seemed to‍ have already formed​ some kind of⁠⁠⁠ complicity.

“What…‌⁠ what is this…?”​

Ellen‍ came to a halt, and so​​‌ did the servants.⁠

The​ words urging her‌‌‌ to keep walking‌​ didn’t reach her‌ ears. Leonard was⁠​ coming forward from⁠‍‍ the other end⁠‌ of the corridor.‍

As⁠⁠‌ they crossed, Leonard​ met her eyes‌ and gave her⁠ a faint, almost‍‍‌ imperceptible smile.

Then​⁠ he went on‌ his way, leaving⁠ behind Dereck, who⁠ also passed in​‌⁠ front of Ellen‍⁠‌ without reacting.

In‌‌‍ that instant, time⁠‌ seemed to flow⁠ slowly.

Why‌‌ was Dereck in‍​ the Belmierd mansion?‌‌ And why was​⁠ he speaking with​‍ Leonard as if⁠ they were allies?​⁠⁠

“De…‌‌ Dereck… Why… are‍ you here…?”

He⁠⁠ had always answered‍ her call. He‍ had always been‌‍‌ reliable.

But⁠ now he walked‍‌‌ past without even​‍ reacting.

“Dereck!⁠‍ Why are you‌ in the Belmierd⁠ family…?”

She‍⁠‍ called out again.‌‌

Then⁠ he briefly turned,‍ and his eyes‌⁠ were cold, colder​​​ than she had​‌​ ever seen them.‌⁠‍

That​‌ frozen gaze left​‍ her breathless.

Leonard‍ had persuaded Dereck.​⁠

That⁠ fact fell upon⁠‌ Ellen’s chest like‍ an anvil.

It⁠⁠⁠ was, truly, a bolt from the‍‌ blue.

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