Chapter 111

Chapter 111
### Chapter 111
### Chapter 111: The Beginning (2)

Fina was a 6-star necromancer, a figure Dereck had known about even before arriving in this magic-filled world.

Even someone like him, who had little interest in typical game scenarios, couldn’t help but hear about Fina. It was impossible to ignore the impact and influence she would exert on a global scale in the future.

Only a few 6-star mages existed, and among them, she was a master of forbidden necromancy.

She faced vengeful spirits and corpses, stepping without hesitation into the forbidden realm; she was the queen among piles of bodies, smiling with sinister satisfaction amidst slaughter and ecstasy.

She could not be killed.

Having already manifested the 6-star necromancy “Mark of Reincarnation,” even if she lost her body, she would be reborn as a descendant of another noble family, keeping her soul intact.

No one knew how many years she had lived, as she had repeated the cycle of starting a new life, endowed with all her memories, experiences, and magical talents.

“Contacting Lady Rodelia doesn’t seem like a very good idea either.”

After asking Aiselin for her understanding, Dereck remained alone in his office, absorbed in his thoughts, with an expression more serious than usual.

He was a hero who had sworn to send a letter if he found any clue about the 6-star necromancer, promising to risk everything to kill her.

He was a trustworthy person, yes… but in reality, he wouldn’t be of much help at this moment.

Even if he summoned her, he wouldn’t be able to prove that Fina was the necromancer, and even if he could, killing her would not be a wise decision.

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Rather, if he managed to confirm that Fina was the necromancer, but she used reincarnation magic to hide her identity again, he wouldn’t even be able to track her.

No, it wasn’t even clear if he would be capable of killing her.

Dereck leaned back in his chair and ran his hand over his face.

In any case, if he left her alone, Fina would either disappear on her own to hide, or Drest or Melverot would seal her and bury her underground in the capital.

There was no need to provoke her, but neither could he allow a legendary necromancer to wander freely through the Barony of Ravenclaw. Considering what happened to the Duplain family, he couldn’t take it lightly.

From the beginning, why would that legendary necromancer, who had already reached the pinnacle of magic, have come to a simple training center?

He couldn’t understand it, but it wasn’t hard to guess the reason.

“Perhaps her direct family is preparing her social debut. From her position of hiding her identity, she couldn’t openly refuse.”

If the head of the Tigris family decided to send her, she would have no choice but to act according to instructions, hiding her identity.

That was how she ended up attending a training center she never intended to go to.

He didn’t know how to interpret this ironic situation, but the priority was to calmly establish a countermeasure.

“Trying to solve it by force would be a stupid idea.”

She was an adversary against whom even Melverot, the ruler of the north, would have had to risk his life.

Therefore, there was no choice but to face it in another way.

The good thing was that he knew a bit about her situation.

Fina’s ultimate goal was to perfect advanced necromancy and resurrect the six-star mage Kalimford.

Until achieving that goal, she would hide her identity and infiltrate high society, pretending to be a respectable lady.

If she found herself cornered, she would reveal her true nature, but at least she wouldn’t want to cause unnecessary friction.

After all, she was attending the Ravenclaw Training Center by order of her family, so she probably didn’t want to go to a place where such basic magic was taught.

Therefore, the conclusion was quite clear.

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Regardless of her physical strength, Dereck had much more social authority.

Dereck was the head of a noble house, and she was nothing more than a vivacious woman from a rural family.

Dereck was the director of the Ravenclaw Training Center, and she was just a student eager to learn.

Dereck was a recognized instructor in the Ebelstein social circle, and she was just a girl who hadn’t even made her social debut.

Therefore.

He would subdue her through social authority.

Dereck adopted a terrifying expression.

Clenching his fists and resting his nose on them, he stared fixedly at the dimly lit room.

“I will find a pretext to expel her.”

At the very least, he had to protect the Barony of Ravenclaw.

His determination burned brightly.

***

When the opening day of the Ravenclaw Training Center arrived, the servants of the barony began to move busily from early in the morning.

On this very day, more than thirty distinguished guests would visit the barony.

Each of them had been raised as a queen in their respective territories, so there could be no mistakes in their reception.

Furthermore, they wouldn’t stay for just one or two days; most would live in the large dormitory building located next to the mansion.

Many brought their own servants or personal assistants, but it was still necessary to assign additional staff to each group.

As a result, the number of servants under the command of Butler Delbriton had exceeded fifty.

“I thought I had joined a promising mansion as a butler, but I didn’t expect it to grow so much and so fast…”

Butler Delbriton was polishing the golden chain of his monocle.

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At dawn, while standing in the garden, accompanied by the singing of birds, he felt a strange emptiness.

That place, where there had once been only a small mansion, now housed a large garden, a three-story residence for noble ladies, a classroom building where lessons would be taught, a building intended to function as an auditorium and magic practice room, an annex for the servants accompanying the distinguished guests, a stable, an open field, and many other facilities.

These were not structures that could have been built in just a few months, but Aiselin, who had rolled up her sleeves from the beginning, had driven the project with overwhelming energy and had truly made it a reality.

“Not even the administrator of the Rochester territory was this efficient…”

Seeing Aiselin work and sleep less than four hours a day, it was hard to say if she was a noble lady or a royal bureaucrat.

With that respect in mind, he went out into the garden, and there was Miss Aiselin, sitting on a bench in a corner.

“Ah, Miss Aiselin.”

“Oh, Head Butler. It is still very early, but you are already awake.”

“Have you not slept?”

“Eh? Of course I have. On a day as important as today, not sleeping was not an option. I slept a little over two hours before. The room felt a bit stuffy, so I came out to get some fresh air.”

Upon saying this with a smile, Delbriton felt the respect he had for her begin to transform into a kind of fear.

What defines a person’s strength? Excellent physical condition? Overflowing mana? An imposing charisma? All these factors could influence it.

However, the strength Aiselin possessed was impossible to classify.

Delbriton, a veteran who had met countless people over the years, perceived an inexplicable aura in Aiselin, who remained sitting in silence with her hands on her knees in that corner of the garden.

Two hours of sleep were enough for her?

The intellectual energy radiating from her bright eyes did not correspond to someone who had spent the night without rest.

Even diligence, when it surpasses a certain limit, can cause fear.

“Actually… I feel a bit of an emptiness.”

“Eh? Emptiness…? But isn’t today the day when all your effort will bear fruit?”

“Well, yes, but…”

Aiselin nodded and then spoke with difficulty.

“When I woke up this morning, there were no documents to review, no account books to approve. There wasn’t even anything concrete to study. Basic finance, studies of the kingdom, magic theory… I have already read most of the books in the mansion. Those on the tea ceremony and the continental language are in the main house, so I can’t see them now. I’ve already memorized the personal data of all the servants and students…”

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“……”

“Since I’ve taken care of all the matters, there is nothing left to check in the mansion. I’ve consulted the semester start calendar several times… I went out to the orchard to check the crops, but there were no pests, the nutrients seemed sufficient, the humidity was right, and the leaves were green… I went to supervise the servants’ work, but there was nothing to point out… All the documents were organized…”

“……”

“How strange… why is there nothing to do…? It’s so strange… why… why is there nothing to do…?”

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Delbriton swallowed dryly, his face pale.

He understood why some of the mansion’s servants called her “the monster of diligence.”

“Oh, Delbriton. About the dishes left after yesterday’s snack. Have they been washed? Did they clean everything?”

“We cannot allow a noble lady to wash dishes…”

“I see… Then, I noticed some dust in Lord Dereck’s private study…”

“Cleaning is the same. Miss Aiselin, please, keep your status in mind.”

“Work does not distinguish social classes.”

“…Work does distinguish social classes.”

“I am a fallen noble.”

“A fallen noble is still a noble lady.”

When Delbriton spoke firmly, Aiselin looked disappointed and shrank back a little.

He knew she had a tendency to be a workaholic, but seeing her like this made it clear that she was truly willing to take care of all the household tasks by herself.

Aiselin sighed deeply and nodded her head while still sitting on the bench.

“All right… then I will rest without doing anything…”

“…”

“Should I at least write the letters to send to the headquarters… or review the status of the support funds…?”

Although she hadn’t said long ago that she was going to rest, she had already taken out a pen and parchment and was reviewing the status of the support funds that were to be sent to Duplain.

Dereck had decided to give her a portion of the funds coming in as operating expenses for the training center, and she planned to use them as reconstruction funds for the Duplain family.

If the center’s income increased, the amount she sent to her family would also naturally increase.

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Rumors were spreading everywhere that the Duplain family was falling apart.

‘I wonder what will happen…’

Delbriton adjusted his monocle as he watched Aiselin move her pen.

“Now that I think about it, weren’t the noble ladies from the three great families supposed to come today for the opening ceremony?”

Ultimately, Miss Aiselin was a person who only felt at ease when she had work to do.

Therefore, she needed something that only she could do.

“Yes, now that you mention it.”

“Weren’t those the ones you used to see in the Rose Hall? It would be better if you yourself received such distinguished guests: Lady Denise, from the Beltus family, and Lady Ellen, from the Belmierd family.”

At those words, Aiselin’s pen, which had been moving so diligently, stopped abruptly.

“…”

“Miss Aiselin?”

Ellen of Belmierd was coming.

For some reason, Aiselin’s face began to darken, as if something were deeply disturbing her.

***

“Well, hello, Miss Aiselin. You left the Belmierd mansion so suddenly that we couldn’t even say goodbye properly.”

How much time had passed since the old trio of the Rose Salon had gathered in one place?

They were the three who always met in the Elfontaine salon in Ebelstein.

Aiselin, Ellen, and Denise were sitting in the tea room of the annex of Baron Ravenclaw’s house, conversing.

Luxurious carriages with young nobles entering the Ravenclaw Training Center for the first time arrived one after another at the mansion’s main gate.

The main building was in such a state of chaos that the three had no choice but to rest in the annex.

In a way, they were familiar faces.

Although the Ebelstein social circle was very precarious, a strange affection still persisted among the three members of the Rose Salon.

However, their positions had changed considerably.

Aiselin, who had always been the protagonist of the group and maintained the most imposing posture, was now the weakest.

Furthermore, she toyed with her hands on her lap, visibly uncomfortable, as if she had done something wrong.

Ellen, who used to observe the situation and adapt with prudence, smiled, but with a swollen vein on her forehead for some reason. She seemed angry.

Denise, reunited with both after a long time, still wore an expression of annoyance, narrowing her eyes and brushing her hair back with an elegant gesture.

‘What is this…?’

She sensed that something had changed between the other two, but at that moment it was difficult for her to understand exactly what it was.

In particular, she clearly perceived that Ellen’s attitude was strangely abnormal, but she could not predict the cause.

Of course, if the whole truth were revealed, the first to collapse would be Denise.

However, unfortunately, everything was now uncertain. She only wanted to finish her task correctly and go home to rest in her bed.

But it wasn’t long before Denise began to look alternately at the two with a serious expression.