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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 107: Aiselin & Ellen (2)

Chapter 107: Aiselin & Ellen (2)

Only‍⁠⁠ well into the⁠ afternoon did the⁠‍‍ commotion at Belmierd⁠⁠⁠ Mansion begin to​‍⁠ settle down.

When‍⁠ Ellen, who had‍‌​ naturally assumed control‍⁠ of the situation​‍ over Count Belmierd,‌‍‍ began giving orders‌ to the servants,​‍ everything proceeded smoothly.‌

The​⁠ servants, too ashamed‌ to face her,‍⁠ lowered their heads,​‌​ and the high‌‍ officials even fell‌⁠⁠ to their knees‌ with their faces‍ to the ground,⁠​‌ filled with guilt.‌

No​‍‍ matter how grave‌ the situation, if‍‍ even the loyal⁠⁠‌ ones who would‍⁠‍ have given their​​ liver and gallbladder​‌‌ for her turned‍ their faces away,⁠⁠ there was no‍‌ recovering from that.⁠‍

Among​ them, some servants,​⁠⁠ sincerely ashamed, offered​ to resign from‍​ their posts, leave‍⁠ the mansion, or‍⁠ hand over all⁠‌ their belongings to‍⁠ Ellen, even putting⁠ their lives in⁠ her hands.

Ellen⁠​⁠ smiled at the‍⁠‌ servants lowering their‌ heads in the​‍‌ central garden and‍ said.

“Though​⁠‍ I was deeply⁠ saddened by the​⁠ malice, the suspicion,⁠​ and the contempt⁠⁠‍ directed toward me…‌‍‌ given the circumstances,‌ anyone would have​ doubted. And I too, in admitting‌ my guilt, tested⁠‌ and confused your‍‌ loyalty… I will⁠‌ not judge each​​⁠ of those sins.”‍

She‍ had inherited the⁠​ full majesty of​ Belmierd. It was⁠ evident she would⁠ rule as the‍ lady of that‌​ vast territory. At​​ the words of‍‌ this young girl,⁠ the gathered servants‍​ could not help⁠ but open their​​ eyes wide.

“Loyalty⁠ follows the heart‍ of the lord.​​‍ Though it will​​ be difficult to​‍⁠ gather up all⁠ the contempt and‌ pain I have⁠ received, I believe​ the affection and⁠ trust we have⁠ built over time⁠‍‍ will not crumble​⁠⁠ so easily. So‌ do not use​⁠​ the guilt or‍⁠‍ debt you feel‍​ to belittle yourselves,⁠​‌ but instead to⁠⁠‍ contribute even more‌ to Belmierd.”

And‌⁠ Ellen added with‍⁠ a strained smile.‍‌

“And​ if you have‍ any strength left…⁠‍ help me a little too.”

Seeing‌​ Ellen say she‍ would erase all​⁠ the contempt and⁠‌ scorn she had‌⁠ endured, the servants⁠ and guards gathered‍​‌ at the mansion⁠​⁠ began to weep.‌​⁠

They‌ had come prepared‌ to give up​‌ parts of their​​​ body or renounce‌‌⁠ everything, but Ellen‌ had embraced them​ all.

Not‌‍‍ even the mercy‌‍⁠ of the god‍ Ruelon touched their​‍⁠ hearts as warmly.‌

The‍ servants and officials‌ understood that Ellen,‍ who ruled with‌​‍ the coldness of‍‍ steel, was also⁠‌ someone capable of‌⁠‌ caring warmly for‌​ her own, possessing‍‌ a perfect character.‍

Thus,​ they lowered their‍ heads to the⁠⁠​ ground and did‍‍ not stop chanting⁠ Ellen’s name.

She⁠​‍ smiled awkwardly and⁠‍​ told them it​‌​ was fine, then‌⁠ turned and entered⁠‌​ the main hall⁠ of the mansion.‌‍‍

As​‍​ she walked down⁠​⁠ the corridor, she‍⁠‍ silently followed the‍‌​ shadows where the​ sunlight did not⁠‌ reach.

Upon​‍ entering the darkened​ hall, her gentle‌‌ expression vanished, replaced‌‍‌ by a cold,⁠ hardened face.

‘Things‍‍ are going more​ or less as⁠ planned.’

Power‌​ is fleeting, and​‌ those who follow‌‍‍ it can turn⁠⁠​ at any moment.‌

Even⁠‌ those who swear‍⁠ to follow and​ believe only in‍ Ellen in the‍ world will turn‌​ away if she‍‍​ falls to the‍‌ bottom and begins‌ rolling in the⁠ mud.

That​ is why, though‌ she embraces them,‍⁠ she has no‌‌ intention of giving⁠⁠​ them her heart.​

Ellen’s​ expression, colder than⁠ before, might seem‌‍ more mature, but⁠​⁠ it also gave‍ a sense that‍​ she had lost‌‌ part of her‌‌ humanity.

And‌⁠ yet, even this​⁠⁠ icy woman still‌ had aspects of⁠ a girl her​​ age.

‘There⁠ are not many‌ people in the⁠ world worth trusting​⁠⁠ and giving one’s⁠‌ heart to.’

Ellen⁠‍ thought, closing her‌ eyes gently as‌​ she walked down​ the shadowed corridor.​‍

Many⁠ people who had⁠⁠ passed while she‌​‍ held power had‌​‍ disappeared into those​ shadows.

But‍ one person she‌⁠ met at the‍‍ end of all⁠​ that, strangely, remained‍‍ in her heart.‍⁠

That⁠‌‍ feeling startled her,‌ making her pause‌​⁠ for a moment⁠‌ in the hall.​​

“Something​‌‍ wrong?”

“…No.”⁠

She‌‌ had spent the‌ whole morning busy⁠‍​ resolving various matters.⁠​‌

Just‌‍ when she finally‍⁠‍ found some time‌​ to relax, that⁠‌ man’s face bloomed​⁠ in her heart​ like a fragrance.‍‌‌

“…Now⁠‍​ that I think‌ about it, where‍ is Dereck?”

Ellen​‌‍ grew pensive, resting‌ her chin on​ her hand.

Then‍⁠​ it struck her​‌‍ all at once.​​‌

Reflecting,‍ she realized she​⁠ had been thinking‌⁠‍ of Dereck all⁠⁠ day, except for‍ the moments tied‌ to work.

She‍‍‍ was aware it​‍‌ was dangerous—but truly‍‍ dangerous things are​​ those one knows⁠‍ and yet endures.‍​⁠

Ellen‌⁠ gazed absently out​​ the window while‍‌ fidgeting with her⁠‍‍ fingers.

Her‍‌‌ reflection in the‌‍ glass was strangely​​‍ flushed, making her​​ wonder if she‍‌ really was the​​ same Ellen who‌‌ had once ruled​​ at the heights‌⁠ of Belmierd.

It‍‌ wounded her pride.‌⁠‌

In​ a position where​⁠ marriage proposals flew‍​ in daily, she‍ had long felt⁠ repulsed by those‌‌ who tried to⁠‌ tie everything in‌ the world to​⁠ romance.

And⁠‍ yet, upon coming‌ to her senses,‌‍⁠ she realized she⁠ too was being‌​‌ swayed by a single man.

It‍ was hard for‍⁠‌ her to accept⁠ that this was⁠ the figure of⁠​‍ Belmierd’s heiress.

She‍ was the heiress‌⁠ of Count Belmierd,‌⁠ destined to rule​ the entire territory.⁠​⁠

Ellen,‌‍‌ as a woman,⁠ thought the time⁠‌ would come when‌‍‍ she would feel‌ drawn to a man. She had‍⁠ even planned in​ advance how to‍‍⁠ face and handle⁠‍ it. She was⁠‍ a perfectionist.

But​‌‍ everyone has a plan until they‌‍ get hit.

This‌ sudden feeling, like‍‍​ a natural disaster,⁠​‌ was bewildering.

But​ Ellen regained her​ rationality and logic​ after rubbing her‍ face dry.

‘Personal​ feelings must not​‍ interfere with the​⁠‍ path of a ruler. I have​⁠‌ already consulted this​ with my father,​​​ so surely he‌ will give me‌⁠ his opinion…’

Truly,​​ she was the⁠ epitome of a ruler who could​‌ control even her‍​ emotions.

After⁠⁠​ staying silent for‌‍ a moment, Ellen‍ thought with a logical mind.

‘…So⁠​ then, where is⁠‌​ Dereck?’

***‌

“The‌⁠⁠ Count of Belmierd‍​ is gathering his‍​⁠ thoughts. For now,​‍ he will have⁠​ one last conversation⁠⁠‍ with the mage​ advisor in the‍‌‌ office.”

“…And‌ what will happen‍ to young master‍​​ Leonard?”

“Well…⁠ there are many⁠ possibilities. But few⁠⁠ of them seem‌​ positive.”

Dereck​⁠ and Rodelia were‌⁠​ seated facing each‍‍​ other, drinking tea⁠ in Count Belmierd’s​‌‍ reception room.

When‍‌⁠ she first arrived‍​‌ at the mansion,⁠⁠ Rodelia had been​‍‌ completely covered in​‌⁠ massive silver armor⁠ the size of‌ her body.

But​‍ once the situation‍‌ was resolved, she⁠⁠ wore only a fitted leather tunic‌‍ and light bracers.⁠​‌

Seeing‍‍ her always ready⁠​​ to train at‌‌ any moment made⁠‍‍ it clear what‍ allowed a heroine‍‌ to dominate her​‌ era.

Despite‌ her considerable age,‍ Rodelia had well-defined‍ muscles in her⁠ arms and neck.‍‌⁠

Maintaining‍‌​ such a physique‍‍‌ at an age‌‍‍ when gray hairs​⁠​ had already appeared‍ spoke of just‍​ how extraordinary her‍ efforts and hardships‍ had been.

Seated‍ demurely at her‍‍ side, Trisha was‍‌ completely different from‌ the image she⁠​​ had shown in⁠⁠‌ the Rose Hall.​‌

Her​‌ hands rested on​ her knees and‌‌ she was sweating⁠ profusely.

The​ mischievous expression she‍​​ usually carried had​‌ vanished entirely.

It‌‍​ was said that⁠ Rodelia was the⁠ fiercest tiger of‌​ the Renouel viscounty‌ family.

It‍⁠‌ was not hard‍⁠‍ to imagine how⁠‌ strict she would⁠⁠ be when educating​ her daughters.

“Trisha.‌​⁠ You went on⁠‌‍ your own to⁠​‍ Baron Ravenclaw’s house‍​ to spread rumors‍⁠ about necromancy. I reprimanded you personally,‌​ but I understand​ you still haven’t⁠⁠ apologized to the⁠‌ baron.”

“…T-that…”⁠‍

“Do​‌ you not understand​ how dangerous it⁠ is to treat​⁠‍ necromancy lightly? How​​ much more shame‍⁠⁠ do you intend⁠ to make me‍​ endure before you​‍⁠ come to your‌ senses?”

“I-it’s​‌ just that I thought since Baron‌‍ Ravenclaw had already⁠​ seen necromancy and⁠​ played an important‌‌ role during the‌​⁠ Duplain family disaster,​⁠ it wouldn’t be‌ too much to⁠ ask him for‌‍ something like that…”‌⁠

“And⁠ who are you‍ to make that‌‍ decision? I told⁠‍ you that matters​‍​ concerning Rodentz Island‌​‌ are decided by​‍ the head of‌ the family. Are​‌ you already showing⁠‍ ambition to rise⁠⁠ to the top‍‍‌ of the Renouel‌ family while I still draw breath?”⁠

“N-no,​​ it’s not that…!”‍‌‍

“Apologize‍ to Baron Ravenclaw.​‍ Now. Bow your⁠‍‌ head.”

“…”‌

Those​‍​ who remembered Trisha’s⁠‍ arrogant attitude in⁠‌ the Rose Hall‌​⁠ and in Baron​‌⁠ Ravenclaw’s house could​⁠​ not imagine her⁠⁠⁠ bowing and apologizing.‍​

It‌‌ was strange how‍‍ such a daughter​‌ had come from‍‌ a mother like‍⁠ Rodelia, domineering, haughty,​ and disdainful of​‌‍ both her subordinates‍ and superiors alike.‍

But⁠ when Rodelia shot‌ her a gaze‌ sharp enough to⁠​ devour her, Trisha⁠​⁠ turned pale and‍‌ lowered her head.⁠⁠​

“S-sorry…⁠ I was too‌​​ reckless…”

“Not‍‍⁠ only are you‍ short-sighted, you’re short⁠ of words. How⁠‍ dare you, as⁠‍ the second daughter‍‌‍ of a rural⁠ viscount, speak rudely‍⁠ to a legitimate​⁠ noble and head‌ of a family?‍‌ Are you going‍‍ to keep disgracing‍⁠ me, Trisha?”

“M-mother…⁠ He’s only a title noble from‌⁠⁠ the outskirts, and​‌ you’ll soon be‍ named countess of⁠ the frontier and⁠ head of a count’s house. When‍​‍ that happens, we‍‍​ won’t need to‌ envy the Belmierds…”‍‍

“Oh‌​​ really? Am I already a countess?⁠ From the way⁠​‍ you answer, it‍ seems you still​‌ lack education.”

“N-no…!‌ Baron Ravenclaw! I-I’m‍ sorry! I was‌ too reckless…”

As​‌‍ soon as Rodelia⁠‌ clenched her fists,‌ Trisha began to‌​​ sweat coldly and​​ apologized to Dereck.‌

He,‍‌⁠ uncomfortable with the‍‍ situation, waved his⁠‍ hand.

“If‌‍ Trisha hadn’t provided‌‍⁠ information about the​⁠ necromancers, it would​‍ have been difficult​​ to deal with⁠ the incidents at‍​ Belmierd Mansion. Please‍​⁠ don’t be too‍ concerned.”

“Th-thank‍‌ you, mother!”

“Even‍ so, that doesn’t⁠‌⁠ change the fact⁠⁠ that your rash​‍ decision was quite​‍⁠ rude, Trisha.”

Rodelia⁠ sighed deeply and‌ leaned back on​​ the sofa.

“When‍‌ we return to‍ the mansion, we’ll‍ train physically all⁠⁠‌ night. Consider it​⁠‍ punishment.”

“M-mother…!​‍‍ I have to‌⁠​ return to Ebelstein’s​‌​ social circle today…!⁠‍ My personal maids‌​⁠ are waiting for‍ me in my​ private mansion…!”

“I’ll‍​‍ contact them. Don’t‍‌​ worry.”

“Uuugh…!”‌‌‍

Trisha⁠⁠⁠ pressed her knees​‍ with a pained‍​⁠ expression, as if​‌‍ stabbed with a knife.

But⁠‍ knowing that talking​​ back would only⁠⁠⁠ make things worse,‌ she pressed her‍ lips together and‍ held back her​‌ tears.

For‍⁠ some reason, Dereck‍⁠‌ felt a bit‌ guilty for her​‌‍ and averted his​ gaze.

“In​‍ any case. Baron​​‌ Ravenclaw, your skill​‌‍ in handling necromancy‌⁠ is impressive. I was so surprised​ I even considered‌ taking you as‍⁠ my lieutenant, but‌ judging by the⁠⁠ atmosphere… you don’t‌⁠ seem like the‍ type who would‍ accept such an‍‌ offer.”

“I‌⁠ have many responsibilities⁠‍ in Ravenclaw territory.‌ Having a place​ to return to‍ is already a blessing, don’t you‌‍ think?”

“Yes.​ I can only⁠⁠ express my regret.​ Still, since I have received information⁠​‍ about the necromancers​​ of Rodentz Island,‍‍ there’s something else‍‍ I must tell‍‍⁠ you.”

Rodelia⁠‌ crossed her arms‍⁠ and let out⁠ a deep sigh,‍‌ as if she‌​‌ hadn’t expected the‌ conversation to go⁠‌ this far.

“I‍ killed many necromancers⁠⁠⁠ in the subjugation‌ operation on Rodentz‍‍ Island. And though‌ I may seem‍​⁠ reasonable now, my​ appearance on the​⁠ battlefield is very‌​‌ different.”

It‌ was Trisha, seated​ at her side,‌ who shuddered at‍ those words.

She⁠ seemed to remember​ something. At the⁠​​ mere mention of⁠‍‍ the battlefield, she⁠ began trembling again.‌⁠

“I​‌ loathe necromancers. They‍‍​ killed my parents,​⁠ my dearest friend,​‌ and even kidnapped⁠ and murdered my‌ firstborn, Belopher. They‍‌​ ruined my life.‍​‍ Now, it’s my​ turn to ruin‌ theirs.”

Even‌‌ though Leonard had‍‍​ strayed, he was‌ still the youngest‌ son of a count.

The​⁠⁠ way Rodelia swung‌⁠ her sword mercilessly‌‍ even against nobles‌​‍ showed clearly what⁠ kind of person​​⁠ she was.

“The⁠​⁠ massacre of necromancers‌⁠ on Rodentz Island‍ was described as​ hell. But the​‌ truth is, on​‍ that battlefield, I felt the greatest‌‌ bliss. I beheaded‌​ those wretches, I smiled amidst fountains⁠​‌ of blood, I chewed their entrails⁠ with my teeth,‌‍ and I used⁠‌ their severed limbs​ as firewood to⁠ roast boar meat.‍ Truly, it was⁠⁠⁠ a taste worthy‍‌ of being called​‌ heavenly.”

There​‍ was not a single exaggeration in‌ her words. Trisha’s⁠‍ expression proved it.⁠⁠⁠

This⁠ heroine of Rodentz,​‍ who appeared dignified,‌‍‍ elegant, upright, noble…‌‍ was not an​‌⁠ ordinary human.

Only⁠ one who can‌​‌ be absolutely ruthless​‌‌ toward her enemies⁠ can possess the⁠ steel of a true warrior.

By​‍ now, Rodelia was‌‍ already regarded as‍‌ a demon from‌‍ hell by all‌‌ necromancers.

It‍​‍ was understandable that​ Leonard had wanted‌‍‍ to flee as​ soon as he‌‍ heard her name.⁠

She‍⁠ was the reaper⁠ who harvested necromancers.‍⁠ A wandering specter⁠ of vengeance.

“But‍⁠‍ you know… during​ the investigation on⁠ Rodentz Island, I found clues about‌‍​ the leader of‌ those necromancers. I’m‍ looking for a necromancer named Sinia,‍⁠‍ creator of a high-level grimoire said‍​‍ to be among​ the most powerful.”⁠

“…I‍ heard Lady Rodelia⁠ killed all the‌ high-level necromancers who‌ were the leaders‍‍ of Rodentz Island.”​‌

“Those⁠‌​ three fools? They‌‍ were quite troublesome,‌​ but there was‍ an existence of​‌‍ an even higher‌ rank that they⁠⁠ worshipped. I must‍‌‌ find out who‌ that faceless creator​ is. They seem‍‌ to be the​⁠​ ringleader of necromancy⁠ in the southwest.”‌​

The​ creator of the‌ necromancy book wandering⁠ the world. ‘Sinia’⁠ was obviously a pseudonym.

Rodelia‍‌‌ seemed to know⁠ this well, as​ she did not‍‌ appear to give‌ much importance to‌⁠ that name.

“By‍‌ their level, they‌‌‍ seem to have​ accumulated such vast‌‍ knowledge and experience​‍​ that not even‌‌‌ five-star mages can‍​ comprehend it. They‌⁠‍ seem to have​‌​ been active for‌ an extremely long‍⁠ time… Perhaps their‍​ level is beyond​ imagination.”

The⁠⁠‌ meaning of those‌ words was clear.​⁠

Somewhere⁠ on the continent,‍​ there was a six-star necromancer. That‌ heroine seemed convinced‍​ of it.

Dereck‍​‌ already knew that⁠⁠‍ fact.

However,​‌‌ he could not‌‍‍ nod at that⁠​‌ moment. If he⁠‍ showed that he​‍​ knew of that‍⁠ existence, the inevitable‍​ question would follow:​ “How do you‍‍‍ know?”

It​‍ was impossible to​‌‍ give a reasonable‍ answer to that⁠‍ question. It was‍ clear it would‌⁠⁠ only arouse various​ dark suspicions.

That‌‌ was why Dereck‍ remained silent.

“It‍‌‌ is not easy‌ to track them.​ If they truly‍‍‌ are a six-star‍ necromancer… Yes, that​ six-star necromancy that‍⁠ appears only in‌‍ myths… They may⁠⁠⁠ have used reincarnation⁠‍ or soul theft⁠ to transfer into⁠‍ another body.”

“Is‌ that even possible?”‍

“As​⁠ you know, magic​ of that level‍ transcends common sense​ and even rewrites​​ the laws of‌⁠ the human world.”⁠⁠‍

Of​ course, no matter‌ how skilled a six-star mage is,‌‌​ it is impossible⁠‌ to use magic‌‌ of that level‌​ recklessly.

Even‍ Drest, a master​ world-renowned for tracking​⁠ magic, requires several⁠ months to use​‍ six-star tracking magic‌ just once: ‘Vision​ of the Future.’⁠

Using​​‌ the highest magic⁠ that can be⁠ implemented in the​‍ human world was‍​‌ that difficult.

“At‍ this point, the​​ purpose of my⁠‌‌ life is to‌ crush that bastard.”⁠‌

With​‍‌ piercing eyes, Rodelia⁠‍​ spoke bluntly.

That‍‌ was the message‌​‌ she wanted to‍‍‍ convey to Dereck.‍⁠

“If‍ you find any‌ clue or trace‌ of them, send‍‍ a letter to⁠​ the Renouel family‍​ at any time.⁠ I’ll come running⁠⁠​ immediately, even if⁠ it’s across the‌‍ map. Even if‌ I crush my⁠ legs, I’ll find‍​‌ them and pierce‌​‍ their guts.”

The‌⁠ legendary existence all⁠⁠‍ necromancers followed was‌ the sworn enemy⁠ Rodelia had decided‍ to eliminate.

In⁠ Rodelia’s eyes shone‌ a sharp aura⁠⁠ that seemed capable⁠ of cutting at​​ any moment.

She​ was a demon‍‌‍ who harvested the‍⁠ lives of necromancers.‌‍‍

That‍‌​ fact could be‌‍ felt undeniably.

***⁠‍

Creak.​

“Where⁠ were you? I see you were‌ talking with Lady​‍​ Rodelia.”

Dereck​‍⁠ had just finished⁠‌‍ his conversation with⁠ Rodelia and was​​⁠ about to step⁠‍ into the garden‍​ for some air.‌‌⁠

Ellen,‍⁠ who had been​ anxiously pacing the‌ hallway, lit up​‍ like a child‌ when she saw‍ Dereck.

She⁠‍ laughed like that,‍‍ and then suddenly,​​​ as if startled,‌‌​ put on a neutral expression again‍‌⁠ and cleared her‌ throat several times,‌​ as though realizing‌⁠ there were many‌⁠⁠ eyes watching.

“Lady​‍ Ellen. You must‌ be busy with⁠‍ many matters inside‍⁠⁠ and outside the‌‍​ mansion.”

“No,‌‌⁠ this is nothing.‌‍​ The servants are‌‌⁠ working harder, and⁠ my father has​‍‌ given no further⁠ orders, so I can take a breather.”

“I‌ see. That’s a relief. I was‍ quite worried when⁠​ you were under‍‍‍ house arrest.”

“Worried,​​ you say? Were‍ you really worried‌‌ about me?”

“…Yes.⁠‌ Isn’t it obvious?”‌​

As‌ they walked down​​​ the corridor, Ellen​‌ looked out the⁠ window for no‌ particular reason and‍ said,

“Why?⁠​ Why were you⁠ worried?”

“Hm?‍​ Well, I don’t‍‌‌ think it’s something​ that really needs​ to be explained‌​⁠ in words…”

“Go‍‍‍ on, explain it‍ in words.”

“Isn’t‌ it obvious? You⁠⁠ were my student,‌ and you went⁠‌⁠ through a lot‍‍‍ emotionally… Of course,​⁠​ from my perspective,​⁠ I couldn’t help‌‍‌ but be very‍⁠⁠ worried.”

“Hmm…⁠⁠ I see…”

“…?”⁠​

“I​‍‌ see. Alright.”

Though⁠‍ Ellen’s way of‌‌ chewing on his⁠‌ words wasn’t exactly‍‌‍ pleasant, Dereck shook‌​‍ his head and‌‍⁠ spoke anyway.

“Since​⁠‍ you mentioned you‍‌ have some free‍⁠ time, I wanted​‌‍ to say that‍‌⁠ in the Ravenclaw‌‌ Barony we’re planning‍⁠ to open a training center soon.”‍

“I‍‌‍ already heard. Now​⁠​ that I think‌ about it, you’re​‍ quite a busy‌⁠ person, and I’ve‍ taken too much​‌​ of your time​⁠‍ with my personal⁠ matters.”

“No,⁠ that’s not it.‍ In fact, I came to ask⁠ you a favor.⁠ I was wondering‌​​ if you could​‌ visit the training‌ center soon.”

“Of⁠ course, if the‌ future head of‌‌ Belmierd makes a personal visit, it⁠ would be a great help for⁠‌ authority and prestige.​​ Since I owe⁠⁠ you, at the‌⁠⁠ very least I can do that.”‌‍

Ellen⁠‍ accepted Dereck’s request‌‍​ without hesitation. In⁠ fact, Dereck hadn’t​‍ expected her to​⁠ refuse.

Dereck‍‍ sincerely thanked her.‌

“Speaking​​ of that, I suppose many noble​​ ladies will visit‌⁠‍ Ravenclaw’s training center.”‌⁠​

“Yes.⁠ Indeed. Lady Aiselin​⁠ herself plans to⁠ give etiquette lessons,‍‍‌ so it’s more​​‌ popular than expected.”​

“Really?⁠​ Along with all‍‌⁠ those lovely noble⁠​ ladies of the​⁠‍ continent… and Lady‌​⁠ Aiselin too…”

Ellen,‌‍‌ resting her chin⁠‍‍ on her hand​‌⁠ again, looked at⁠⁠ Dereck with a meaningful expression, her⁠ eyes forming crescents.‍

“Now‌ that I think​​​ of it, Dereck,‌‍​ you’re quite lucky‍ with women. How⁠ many of those​​⁠ noble ladies, whom⁠ one would treasure⁠ for a lifetime‍⁠‍ even if they‌ knew only one,‍‍⁠ have you taught?”⁠‌

“If‍ it’s called luck,​‌ perhaps, but… it’s​​⁠ not necessarily a good thing.”

“Really?‌⁠​ Why not?”

“The‍ more distinguished and⁠ noble someone’s background⁠ is, the less‌‌ lightly they can​ be treated. In⁠‌ the social world,​ a simple gesture⁠‍ or a small​ lapse in etiquette‌‌ can ruin your‌ impression and make​ you seem worthless.​ Lady Ellen, you‍​‌ know this better​​​ than anyone.”

Dereck‌‌‌ maintained a courteous⁠ tone as he‌ shared his opinion‍​ with Ellen.

“The⁠ more noble they‍ are, the harder⁠‍ it is to⁠‍ feel at ease.‌⁠ And since I’m‍​‌ human too, I can’t help but​ feel more comfortable‌⁠ with someone I can speak to⁠‍‌ familiarly.”

“I‌​ see…”

Hearing⁠‍ Dereck’s words, Ellen‍‍ immediately thought of⁠ Baroness Pheline, who⁠‌ was nothing more⁠ than a façade.⁠

In‌ fact, there were​⁠‍ no barriers in‌ the relationship between‍​ Pheline and Dereck.‍

The⁠ problem was that‍⁠⁠ there were no⁠​ barriers, and yet,⁠ their relationship had‍ a bond that‍ high-ranking nobles could​​ not break.

They⁠‍ were comrades who‌ had grown from⁠​ the bottom together​‌ and had gone‍ to battlefields on‌ extermination missions that⁠‌​ risked their lives.‌⁠

In​​‍ truth, the only‌ one who could‌ have such a relationship was Pheline.‍

Ellen​⁠⁠ held her breath‌ for a moment⁠‌ and asked with‌ difficulty,

“Dereck.⁠‍⁠ Do I make‌​ you uncomfortable?”

“…”‍⁠

The‍⁠ fact that his​ answer was slightly​ delayed already ruined‌ it. Ellen couldn’t⁠ help but hold‌​ her breath.

From⁠‌⁠ Dereck’s perspective, he‌ couldn’t say no,​‍​ that he was​​‍ comfortable, nor that⁠​ she was like‌ a friend. That⁠‌ would be a huge discourtesy toward‍​ a high-ranking noble.⁠‌​

That‍‍‍ was why Dereck⁠ gave the closest​⁠​ answer he could‌ think of.

“Although​​⁠ I have received​ a noble title,​​​ how could a mere minor noble​​ of the outskirts​⁠​ compare with Lady‍‌‍ Ellen? You don’t‍​ need to try‌‌⁠ so hard to⁠⁠ raise me up.”‍⁠

It‌​ was an almost‍‍ artistic response, but‍ Ellen held back‌ the urge to⁠ pout.

Still,⁠‍ she couldn’t get‌ angry either. Otherwise,‌⁠ she would be‍ seen as a hysterical, fussy woman.​​ In that case,‍​⁠ Dereck would see‍ her as an⁠‌ annoying or troublesome​‍ woman. And she‍‌ didn’t want that.‍‍

Her​‍⁠ own behavior, unable⁠‍ to do this‍‍ or that, felt‌ very unfamiliar to‍‍ her. How could‍ the future mistress​⁠ of Belmierd be⁠‍⁠ so shaken by​ a mere baron​⁠⁠ of the outskirts?​⁠

Ellen⁠ pressed her temples‌​‌ and let out‌‌⁠ a deep sigh.⁠

“Anyway,‍ thank you for​ your consideration in⁠ many ways. I’ve‍⁠ finished my business,‍ so I should‌ return to my⁠ mansion.”

“Return?”​⁠

“Yes.‍‌ Do you have⁠ something else to‍⁠ say?”

“Ah,‍​‍ no… First, my​​‍ father… No… Not​‌‌ that…”

“Count​‍ Belmierd seems to‍​ need some time​‍ to sort out​‍ his feelings, so​ we should give‍⁠​ him a breather.​​ I’ll just leave‍ a letter.”

“Ah,⁠‍‌ no… But still…⁠‍ Don’t leave yet…”​⁠

Ellen⁠⁠‍ suddenly wore a bewildered expression and‌ said,

“I,‌⁠ um… well… I don’t know how⁠‌‍ to explain it…”‍​​

“…?”‍

“Would​‍ you consider staying​ in the mansion⁠‍ for a few‍‍ more days? I mean… just a little longer…”

Ellen‌ wanted Dereck to‌ stay. She felt‌‌ that if she‌ let him go‍ to Ravenclaw Barony​⁠​ like this, it⁠​ would be a long time before​​⁠ she could see​ him again.

***‍​‍

Meanwhile.‌‌

“Hmm…‌⁠ I think I should go see⁠‍​ how Dereck is‌​ myself.”

Seated⁠ in the office‍ of Ravenclaw Baron’s‍ mansion and tapping‌​⁠ with her quill,​ Aiselin finally declared‌​ to the head‍⁠⁠ butler, Delbriton.

The​ scheduled construction work​⁠ was nearly finished,‌ and most of​‌‍ the important tasks‍‍‍ were already done.⁠

All​‌‍ that remained was⁠ Dereck’s final approval,⁠⁠ the master of​‍‍ Ravenclaw Baron’s mansion.⁠‌​ Everything else was​⁠ stalled waiting for​⁠‍ his approval.

She​ had planned for‍‍‌ everything to be​​‌ completed with Dereck’s⁠‍ arrival, but he⁠​‌ had been delayed⁠‍ longer than expected.⁠

She‍ feared he might‍ have gotten involved⁠ in something else‌ within the Belmierd⁠‌ family.

If⁠ things were delayed‌‌‌ further, it would⁠‍ be troublesome, so⁠ Aiselin decided to⁠​ pack all the​⁠ documents that required​​ Dereck’s signature into​‌ a leather satchel⁠‍ and head personally⁠ to the Belmierd​‍⁠ family, where he‍⁠‌ was staying.

She​ would have him⁠⁠ review the documents,‍‍ confirm the tasks,​ and bring him‍⁠‍ back to the‌ baron’s mansion.

After‍ making that decision,‍‍⁠ Aiselin rose from​ the desk.

‘Now​⁠ that I think⁠ about it… I haven’t been able‌‍‌ to return to⁠‍⁠ Duplain Mansion lately.‌⁠‍ Since I’m at​ it, I should⁠​ visit my home⁠​ too.’

Humming‍​​ a tune, Aiselin​ began stuffing the‌​ piled documents from​ her desk into⁠‌ her satchel.

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