There Are No Bad Young Ladies in the World

Opening (3)

– ‘Stay close to Baron Ravenclaw. Since you have been taught by him before, it wouldn’t be strange.’

The Grand Duke Beltus sees people as pieces on a chessboard.

What he loves most is the prestige of this Beltus family that he has built, and each member is just a puzzle piece for the big picture.

This cold-blooded nature is similar to his sons and daughters who share his blood, and he occasionally spoke to Denise with a cold gaze, as if to prove her usefulness.

Denise might have had some dissatisfaction with it, but she never strongly rebelled.

Rather, it was convenient for her to just thoroughly prove her worth and then lazily lie around without much trouble.

‘Even so…’

Denise didn’t care what kind of picture the Grand Duke Beltus was trying to draw by using her connection with Baron Ravenclaw.

She just came to show her face at Baron Ravenclaw’s mansion as usual, following the family’s will.

However, the atmosphere at Baron Ravenclaw’s mansion, which she visited after a long time, was very different from before.

Even though it was understandable that Aisellin had led various construction projects, what made Denise’s face turn serious was Elenete’s change.

“It is time for you to stop staying at Baron Ravenclaw’s mansion. Lady Aisellin is a member of the Duplain family, and with the family’s prestige in such a precarious state, is it right for Lady Aisellin, who should be the focal point, to be away from the main house?”

When they first met in the Ebelstein social circle, they were sharp with each other, but after several conflicts and crises, they had become quite close.

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However, the relationship between Ellente and Aiselin, who had met after a long time, was once again deteriorating.

Since Drinis had to always be aware of the trends in social circles, he naturally wanted to know the cause of the change in their relationship.

However, the reason was completely different from what Drinis had expected.

“Th-that… Di, Diella is handling it well… I-I am supporting the family in my own way…”

Aiselin’s appearance, avoiding eye contact while stammering, is quite refreshing.

Drinis was a person who would be second to none when it came to being perceptive.

It was not difficult to understand why the two people, who had been so gentle, were creating such an atmosphere if you quietly listened to their conversation.

‘Could it be… even Lady Ellente…?’

Drinis had known for some time that Aiselin had some personal feelings for Baron Ravenclaw.

No matter how much she was the flower and pillar of the Duplain family, she was still a girl of that age, and it was natural for her heart to waver during this stormy period.

He had thought of it as a passing storm and had just let it be.

However, at this point, things were starting to get serious.

Lady Ellente, as if bewitched by something, was also defending Baron Ravenclaw, looking like a heroine from a third-rate romance novel, making Drinis feel dizzy.

The romance novels that Drinis avidly read in his spare time at least had their emotions blatantly exposed, but Ellente was hiding her feelings in her own way, making it feel even more realistic.

Drinis’s brain, which had been simplified into a third-rate romance novel, was now drawing a triangle between Aiselin, Ellente, and Baron Ravenclaw.

‘I don’t know if I should be thinking this, but… the structure is interesting…!’

Unable to abandon his instincts as a creator, Drinis felt a strange excitement welling up in his brain.

Anyway, Baron Ravenclaw was a person who had no interest in women and was truly obsessed with achieving magical success.

The facility he had set up to teach noble ladies was likely a means to increase his magical skills and secure funds to maintain the family’s prestige.

The sight of two noble ladies from the largest noble family in the southwest of the continent quarreling over such a stern man gave Drinis the feeling that all sorts of incidents and accidents would never cease.

Just imagining it made countless inspirations surge, making it impossible to predict what impact it would have on his unfinished masterpiece, “The Arrogant Lord Robain.”

Of course, the parties involved would be pulling their hair out from the tension, but what did that matter to Drinis? It was ‘someone else’s business.’

Thinking that way, Drinis’s eyes sparkled even more.

‘Yes. As long as I remain strictly in the observer’s position, what could possibly go wrong?’

With that thought, Drinis sat back and looked at the two with a satisfied expression.

All sorts of inspirations were already blooming in her mind. Of course, it wouldn’t do to be completely absorbed in such things.

‘Father seems to think that there is a great purpose behind Baron Ravenclaw’s actions…’

Leaving Aiselin and Ellente, who were engaged in a war of nerves, Drinis put down his teacup and fell into deep thought again.

Grand Duke Beltus was extremely wary of new forces emerging or unexpected individuals gaining influence in the noble society.

His cautious approach to Baron Ravenclaw, whose power had suddenly risen recently, was likely due to his exclusive nature.

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Denise knew well that Derek had little interest in worldly power, but people could change at any time.

When the place you stand changes, so does your perspective. Anyway, she felt she had to carefully observe the situation at the Ravenclaw Barony, so she had no choice but to get up from her seat.

“It’s already this late. I’ll go check the training grounds and greet the other ladies.”

She wanted to stay a bit longer, but work had to be done.

*

Death walks.

The footsteps of the 6-star necromancer Fine are imbued with the grudges of countless spirits.

The legendary necromancer who broke taboos and dealt with corpses and vengeful spirits could create an army of corpses with a single gesture and take the life of a powerless person with a snap of her fingers.

There was no one on the continent more knowledgeable in necromancy than her, and even death itself feared her and hid.

The incarnation of death arrived nonchalantly.

– Tap, tap.

She descended the steps of the Tigris Baron’s carriage one by one and quietly observed the entrance of the Ravenclaw Barony, which, though not grand, had everything it needed.

Her two-toned silver hair, with a subtle purple hue visible within, seemed to testify to the aura of death that clung to her.

However, in appearance, she was just a simple and bold baron’s daughter from the countryside.

She looked like a beautiful country girl who had grown up running around the meadows and hills, receiving plenty of love.

“This is the Ravenclaw Barony. Many high-ranking nobles have visited, so always be mindful of your behavior, miss.”

Fine smiled, lifting the corners of her mouth.

The coachman and servant seemed tense, but Fine calmly walked with her eyes gently closed.

Her demure appearance, with her hands clasped together, did not seem out of place even among high-ranking nobles.

Third-rate nobles who relied solely on their family’s prestige lacked elegance in their behavior.

Conversely, even those from humble baronies in the remote countryside could exude an aura that made them hard to approach.

Fine was a perfect example of this.

Her half-closed eyes quietly shimmered with an indescribable, antique aura. Despite her young age and lack of debut in society, she already carried an atmosphere that made it difficult for lower-ranking nobles in the Ebelstein social circle to even speak to her.

She smiled softly and spoke in a gentle voice to the gatekeeper of the Ravenclaw Barony.

“I am from the Tigris Barony. My name is Fine Raffaella Tigris.”

The gatekeeper listened to her words, asked for a moment’s understanding, and checked the visitor list.

After confirming her name was listed, he looked back at Fine.

For a moment, the gatekeeper holding the spear had to catch his breath.

Compared to the elderly gatekeeper, Fine seemed less than half his age.

She barely reached his chest in height, and her small stature required him to lower his head to meet her eyes.

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Despite everything, her lavender eyes had a captivating power.

It felt as if just staring into them could draw out one’s soul. The gatekeeper, lacking in magical knowledge, couldn’t sense this strange aura and simply nodded quietly at her.

Pine did nothing. However, her naturally born enchanting eyes had a peculiar ability to grasp people’s hearts.

Even those seeing Pine for the first time would be captivated by her, nodding to unexpected requests.

At first, it was merely recognizing the other person as attractive, but over months and years, as they slowly fell into her grasp… eventually, they would even nod to a request for their life.

There was only one way to resist it. One had to be aware of Pine’s enchanting eyes in advance and be on guard directly… or be truly immune to this type of magic. Naturally, most people without magical knowledge couldn’t resist at all.

“Please… come in…”

Thus, the gatekeeper, in a strangely dazed state, nodded without even completing the basic inspection procedure.

Pine bowed with an elegant smile and passed through the main gate of the Ravenclaw Barony.

‘The facilities are crude, but considering the time, they are better than expected.’

Pine crossed the garden, summarizing her evaluation of the Ravenclaw Barony.

‘However, it’s merely an educational facility for those who have just awakened to magic.’

She felt a strange emptiness as she led her retainers with her eyes gently closed.

Hiding her identity and reincarnating as the only daughter of the Tigris Barony was a good thing.

The small barony in the rural outskirts, where no one paid attention, was the perfect environment for her to hide her identity and research necromancy or write books.

However, no matter how much, a noble is still a noble, and she couldn’t be completely free from social activities.

In the end, unable to withstand the pressure from Baron Tigris, she ended up entering the Ravenclaw Academy, but there was no reason to stay long in a facility attended by such third-rate wizards.

She didn’t know how the educational process would proceed, but she was full of thoughts of completing it as quickly as possible and leaving.

Wasting time in a barony full of vineyards was not a pleasant thing. She had a wish she had to fulfill.

This Ravenclaw Barony was too small a vessel to contain a six-star necromancer. No one would deny that fact.

Therefore, Pine quietly headed towards the main building of the Ravenclaw Barony, pulling the hem of her dress adorned with white and lavender lace.

She thought she should meet the owner of this mansion directly and see what kind of person he was.

“…”

Thus, Pine led her retainers to the office of Baron Ravenclaw.

There, indeed, was a man with a rather sharp impression, working with a quill. She thought he wouldn’t be able to see her face due to the many distinguished guests visiting, but unexpectedly, he readily allowed Pine to enter.

Pine lifted the hem of her dress and greeted the man sitting at the desk.

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to greet you. I am Pine Raffaella Tigris from the Tigris Barony. It is an honor to meet Sir Derek, the owner of the Ravenclaw Academy.”

“You are the young lady of the Tigris Barony.”

Derek Lydorf Ravenclaw.

As the young baron, the owner of this mansion, rose from his seat, the retainers who had accompanied her from the Tigris Barony bowed their heads.

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The age difference didn’t seem to be much, but anyway, that man was a person of the same rank as Fine’s father, Baron Tigris.

For a person from the slums to have such authority at such a young age meant that he had some extraordinary qualities.

Of course, from the perspective of a girl who had reached the highest level of magic that a human body could attain, the 6-star level, everything seemed cute.

It was merely an act to blend naturally into the world and hide the dagger in her heart.

In short, Fine’s appearance, lifting the hem of her dress and bowing with her eyes closed, was full of composure.

Derek, watching her, briefly stroked his head and spoke with his hands behind his back.

“I know well about the Tigris Barony. The efficiency of agriculture is so great that one-tenth of the grain in the southeast comes from that small territory, and I heard that the quality of the equipment made from the iron from the northern Lafran Mountains is also good.”

“It is an honor for me that you remember the territory at the end of the border. My father always puts effort into the internal affairs of the territory, and the residents are always doing their best and living diligently, inspired by his sincerity. It is something I am grateful for.”

Her voice, calmly settled, still had a hint of youth.

However, this girl was a monster who had reincarnated for hundreds of years. It was dangerous to let down one’s guard against her just because of her naive appearance.

Therefore, Derek closed his eyes and fell into thought for a moment.

Strength? Magic? Such things would never work against this monster who had reached the 6-star level.

The moment she realized that her identity had been discovered, there was no telling what sudden actions she might take.

Therefore, what was needed here was a fearless and strong-willed nature.

Derek cleared his throat and then strode forward and spoke.

“Come to think of it, the young lady of Baron Tigris seems to lack manners.”

“…Pardon?”

“Even if it is other high-ranking nobles, how can someone from a barony at the border arrive so punctually?”

No matter what anyone said, Derek had higher social authority.

As mentioned, Derek was not much older than Fine, but his rank was equal to that of her father.

“When the training schedule starts in earnest, won’t I become Lady Fine’s teacher?”

“Yes. That, that’s right.”

“Since that is the case, I cannot help but speak up. Punctuality is important. If you were coming from such a distant place, you should have departed at least half a day… no, a day in advance to prepare for any unforeseen events.”

Fine, momentarily flustered by Derek’s sudden outburst, broke into a sweat and spoke.

“But, but… fortunately, I arrived on time.”

“Ah. It’s not important that you weren’t late. As you said, it was merely fortunate that you weren’t late, wasn’t it? What if the carriage wheel had gotten stuck in the mud? What if you had encountered bandits?”

“…Such things…”

“Could you have been absolutely sure that such things wouldn’t happen? No one can be sure of that. Therefore, you must have the habit of preparing and dealing with things in advance. Sigh…”

Derek, now fully engaged, pressed his temples and continued to speak.

“I hate to say this, but… back in my day… I didn’t even talk back to my teacher for fear of neglecting his teachings.”

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“If, if it seemed like I was talking back… I, I apologize.”

“Apologizing isn’t everything. Will apologizing end your time at the training center?”

“What? No. Th-that’s not what I meant… Then what should I…”

Derek crossed his arms and lowered his voice with a gloomy expression.

“What do you mean ‘what should you do’? You need to think for yourself. How can you rely on someone else’s opinion? A great wizard is someone who thinks and reflects on their own.”

“Th-that’s true…”

“Yes. Indeed it is. Do you carry magical tools or books with you?”

“Of course! I always carry them so I can devote myself to magic at any time. I’m very thorough in my preparations.”

“Well… don’t rely on those too much…”

“What?”

When Fine gave a dazed response, Derek’s face became more tiger-like, and he began to speak sharply.

“A person’s mindset is influenced by their body and spirit. If you always seek comfort and follow the answers prepared by others… how can you train your mental strength? It won’t work that way. Magical books? Magical tools? Relying too much on those is why wizards these days always seek the easy path. It’s truly the end of times.”

“…”

“In my day, Lady Tigress, we memorized incantations without such things and used our bodies as mediums for magic. It may seem harsh now, but because we all went through such hardships, our understanding and insight into magic deepened. They say you should buy hardships if you have to.”

Derek’s strategy was hard to describe in words…

Even a wizard of the 6-star rank couldn’t easily figure out how to respond…

“It’s all fine with me… but I’m saying this because I’m worried you might be called an uncultured wizard somewhere, and that you might hear bad things, Lady Fine. I’m fine. I really don’t mind.”

“Oh, if that’s the case…”

“But…! If you get criticized somewhere…! That can’t happen, can it? So don’t just brush this off, take it to heart… This is all experience… Listen with passion. You’d have to pay to hear this elsewhere. But because you have passion, and because there’s nothing passion can’t achieve, I’m telling you this kindly.”

“I-I paid…”

“Oh… talking back again…!”

Ravenclaw Training Center, Day 1.

Fine thought in her gradually clouding mind.

‘This isn’t right…’

It wasn’t even a confusion spell… but it felt like her mind was being eaten away.

However, this was just the beginning.