Noble Lady Reformation Guide - Chapter 209

When I closed and opened my eyes again, I found myself in an alleyway of the slums.

This was the world as seen by Rublen, who had wandered the streets without ever finding a proper mentor.

The steadily accumulating snow slowly covered Rublen's limbs, and just as his body's movements were beginning to cease—

Should I have let go of life then? Never touched necromancy, never aspired to higher realms.

Never sought something like the Brand of Reincarnation, just ended everything there... perhaps it would have been better.

When I regained consciousness, the world was in chaos.

Countless people were storming into Count Elvester's manor, running wild with their various convictions.

From the far end of the audience chamber, the ominous mage Kochella's robes fluttered dramatically as an ominous magical energy blanketed the area.

She was a powerhouse on par with Melberot. In my current state, already severely wounded from fighting Melberot, this would be no easy battle.

"Coming alone without informing others—you intend to capture me alive, then?"

Phee smirked bitterly as she rose to her feet.

Behind her, the stained glass windows spread wide, the stars visible through the cracks shining unusually bright.

"You might think you stand a chance against me in my wounded state after battling Melberot. But among 6-Star mages, I exist on an entirely different plane."

- Fwooosh!

The wings sprouting from Phee's back clearly bore the shape of a demon's.

Destined from birth to become evil, perhaps no mentor could have ever corrected her path.

Kochella chuckled dryly at the sight of her.

"As the matriarch of House Elvester, the true power behind this territory, and the Imperial Head Magic Advisor with the most apprentices..."

"Right. Sorry for wrecking your family estate. It had quite nice facilities. But you don't seem that angry."

"Of course not. Ever since the Rodentz Island campaign, I've been searching for that necromancer—and now you're right before my eyes."

House Elvester had been completely overturned, even the Border Count falling under her magic to become her subordinate.

Yet even as the family she'd built over a lifetime crumbled, she could smile for one reason: she'd discovered a 6-Star necromancer.

A woman who sold everything for magic.

One who could casually accept the destruction of her family's power if it meant reaching higher realms.

She often joked—among existing 6-Star mages, not a single one was sane.

If any example proved this saying, it would be Kochella herself.

She'd seen many madmen obsessed with magic in her time.

Kochella stood unparalleled among them.

"Combat, confusion, transformation, summoning, detection... and now necromancy... By encountering those who stand at the peak of all fields, only then can one touch the realm of truth... the domain of the'7th Hierarchy'..."

"..."

"Meeting a 6-Star necromancer represents tremendous progress in that regard. Even if much was sacrificed in the process, it was all necessary."

As she spoke with a curled lip, Kochella flipped open her robe to reveal dozens of magical artifacts spilling forth.

Each artifact crafted by a 6-Star mage was worth several mansions.

Carrying dozens of such items marked her as the absolute pinnacle of transformation magic.

Yet mediocre artifacts couldn't even scratch Phee. Having confirmed Melberot's battle scars, Kochella fully acknowledged Phee stood among the highest echelons of 6-Star mages.

This wouldn't be settled with half-measures.

Few in this generation had witnessed the Imperial Head Advisor fighting seriously.

What happens when a 6-Star transformation mage goes all out?

Those present would have that rare privilege.

- Thud.

Kochella's magical energy expanded through the main hall of Elvester Manor.

Radiance spread outward as a massive gale swept the area.

- FWOOOOSH!

A storm manifested.

Building materials swirled around the main hall as magical energy spread web-like across the entire estate.

"Wh-what is that... Aaah!!"

- CRACK! BANG!

Princess Rozelyn clinging to the walls gaped at the spectacle from the main hall.

Amid the storm, the radiant light began taking shape.

- RUMBLE, THOOM!

From a hill outside the manor, Drest frowned at the distant battlefield.

In the encampment, the groaning Melberot struggled to rise upon sensing the tremendous magical energy.

Even Kalimford, pressing down the Bone Dragon with magic to finish it, whipped his head toward the energy pouring from the main hall.

Transformation magic.

The field that analyzes world laws, studies magic's essence, and extends power even beyond pure magic.

Creating magical artifacts, manifesting barrier spells, controlling battlefields—focusing on manipulating magical energy itself.

The 6-Star transformation magic Kochella unleashed in this extreme situation was of a scale rarely seen in history books.

6-Star Transformation Magic:'Sacred Relic Creation'.

By sacrificing all the magical artifacts she'd crafted over years, she temporarily manifested historical relics from mythic times.

From an efficiency standpoint, it was arguably the worst possible spell.

Crafting a single 6-Star artifact could take weeks to months. Sacrificing dozens for a fleeting manifestation made this Kochella's least preferred option.

She'd only used this scale of magic three times before. This marked her fourth.

She'd previously summoned a mythical sword said to cleave mountains, a massive spear that shattered stars, and a grimoire that erased existence itself.

And now, in Elvester Manor, the great relic manifested was... a small winged ring.

- FWAAAAASH!

As the gale subsided in the audience chamber.

A thumb-sized ring, as if descended from heaven, settled into Kochella's palm.

"The Ring of Helrad. The Orthodox Church would rejoice to see this. Pity it'll vanish so quickly."

Before Phee could respond, Kochella clenched the ring and unleashed magic.

6-Star Transformation Magic:'Sacred Relic Creation'.

The caster couldn't choose which ultimate relic manifested.

Some unfathomable presence seemed to provide the most appropriate relic for the situation.

Or perhaps instinct engraved the perfect countermeasure. Kochella, who didn't believe in gods, favored this explanation.

As mentioned, Kochella didn't believe. But she respected believers.

That her relics took divine forms simply reflected religious knowledge in her subconscious.

With this thought, she unleashed her power.

- FWOOOSH!

Instantly, the manor's corpse legion began scattering.

Only elite undead like the Bone Dragon and Count Elvester's corpse withstood the shockwave.

But common corpses were swept away, bleeding and disintegrating.

- RUMBLE, THUD.

Then, from the main hall, a massive tree of light began growing.

All present recognized the World Tree from Orthodox scriptures—said to have supported creation's foundation.

Now manifesting to purify all unholy beings who rejected death and reincarnation.

The surest method to cleanse death-aligned beings.

Kochella's magic, which always manifested the perfect relic, had created the ideal weapon to purge these undead at once.

"My god..."

"Heavens... What is that..."

Soldiers dropped their swords, mesmerized by the colossal tree.

6-Star mage battles held power to enchant all witnesses.

Before such overwhelming might, fragile humans could only gape in worship.

The Empire's foremost magic advisor, most famous 6-Star mage.

Hearing of her fame paled compared to witnessing her power firsthand.

Thus, the world seemed destined to be enveloped in that radiance, all death-defying abominations purified at once.

That's how it should have been.

- CRACK!

Then, from Elvester Manor's main hall, massive roots began spreading anew.

Restless spirits shrieked across the sky as grotesque corpses rose from the earth.

- SLASH!

In the chamber's corner, Phee—gripping a blood-forged sword—cleaved through Kochella's shoulder.

Unfazed by the holy radiance, the most shadow-dwelling mage kicked Kochella away.

- CRUNCH! BANG!

Sent flying, Kochella clutched her robes and knelt with a wry smile.

"I didn't expect to finish you in one strike, but you're sturdier than anticipated."

"Dazzling. Wiping out my entire legion at once... impressive, honestly."

Even amid the battlefield's radiant light, Phee's dark aura showed no signs of fading.

If Kochella was a 6-Star mage who created this miracle, Phee opposing her was equally 6-Star.

Battles between 6-Star mages never ended until both suffered fatal wounds.

"Know what defines a necromancer? The power to engulf anything in shadow, devour and make it mine. Like Tigris Barony. Like this manor. Maybe I could wield that garish tree better than you."

- CRACK!

As she spoke, Kochella manifested a massive staff wreathed in magic.

Phee recognized it—the 6-Star staff'Light of the Empire'.

Several rings on her fingers also began glowing, each a priceless artifact.

Countless spells were unleashed as thunderous explosions began collapsing the manor walls.

Each of Phee's strikes carried lethal force.

The extreme battle between 6-Star mages demolished the entire battlefield, leaving soldiers slack-jawed.

Had the apocalyptic war of legend existed, it might have looked like this.

Amidst the clashing light and darkness, hope flickered.

Hundreds of mana arrows filled the air as fireballs, ice spears, and explosive spirits swirled together.

The two grand mages gritted their teeth as blood sprayed and robes tore—each seeking that one fatal strike.

Victory seemed possible.

That terrifying necromancer embodying death itself might finally fall here, allowing imperial justice to prevail.

Even Melberot had failed to defeat this anomaly, but now surrounded by 6-Star mages, her downfall seemed certain.

Light would reclaim this battlefield.

Filled with this hope, soldiers roared. Cheering Kochella's desperate struggle against evil, they shouted even louder.

- THUD!

Then, as the battle reached its blood-soaked climax, the radiance began fading.

- Drip.

Drenched in blood—half hers, half Kochella's—Phee wiped herself with tattered dress scraps before yanking the blood-sword from Kochella's waist.

Fresh blood sprayed.

- SLASH! THUD!

On the path to the main hall, Derek—covered in wounds—cut down the last corpse and gazed up at Elvester Manor.

- Thump.

The Imperial Head Magic Advisor Kochella knelt clutching her side, barely maintaining balance through gritted teeth.

Melberot couldn't kill Phee.

Even Kochella failed to fully subdue her.

The lavender-haired girl, though battered, glared coldly downward.

Derek tightened his grip on the sword at his waist.

Atop the manor, the Queen of Death had finally arrived.