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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 11: Imam (1)

Chapter 11: Imam (1)

The​ next morning, when⁠‍ Lady Diella led​ the servants to‌ the main house,‌​ there was a great stir among‌ the staff. This⁠⁠ was because she‌‌ usually remained secluded⁠ in the annex.​​⁠

When​‍⁠ Housekeeper Katarina entered⁠⁠ the central foyer‍​ of the annex,‍ a young girl⁠ leading the servants‌‌ walked past the​‌​ nobles with a frown.

The​ sky-blue frilled dress‍‍ she wore as‌ casual attire looked⁠ more sweet than‍‌ elegant, perhaps due​⁠‌ to the wine-colored‌ ribbon on her‌‍ chest.

The​ annex servants ran⁠‌​ behind her, and​‌‌ the nobles passing⁠​‍ by quickly bowed⁠‌‍ their heads, sweating‌⁠‍ profusely.

Everyone‍‌​ was tense, knowing‍‌ that even the‍ slightest mistake could​ result in a flurry of abuse.‍⁠‌

It‌​‍ had been too‌ long since the‍ girl had visited‌​​ the main house⁠ directly, and not​‍‌ knowing where Dereck​​‍ was, she randomly⁠‍​ stopped a noble​ passing by.

“You,‌‌​ there.”

“Yes,⁠​ Lady Diella. Good⁠ morning.”

The‍‌‍ servant, who had​⁠ been carrying ropes​​​ since early morning​⁠‍ to repair the‌‌ garden, stood at‌ attention, sweating heavily.⁠‍⁠

Housekeeper⁠ Katarina took a deep breath and‍‍ hurried down the​⁠ foyer stairs. The⁠ low-ranking servants, who​ did a lot‍​‌ of physical labor⁠ in the garden​ from early morning,⁠‌ were often tired​​ or lacked proper⁠ hygiene.

Katarina‌​⁠ had to step​‌ in immediately, lest‍⁠‌ he smelled of⁠ sweat or looked⁠‍‍ like a beggar—getting‍ hit would be‌‌ a problem.

“Do‍‍‌ you know where​​ the mage from‌‌ Ebelstein is staying?”⁠‌

“Ah,‌ the mage from​ Ebelstein… you mean‍ the mercenary Lady⁠⁠ Aiselin brought?”

“Yes.‍⁠​ Answer me.”

“Sorry!‌‍‍ I’ll find out⁠​ right away!”

The‍ servant stood at‌⁠⁠ attention, sweating buckets.‌‍ He clenched his‍ lower abdomen in‌ anticipation of a blow or kick⁠ that could come⁠ at any moment.​‍‌

But‌ Diella wasn’t much​⁠ interested in wasting‌⁠‌ time on such‌‌‍ matters.

“Forget​​ it. I’ll ask‌​​ the housekeeper.”

“…?”​‍

“What’s​⁠ with that face?​ Is there a problem?”

“No!‍​‍ I’m going, I’m⁠ going!”

The⁠‌​ servant quickly gathered‍ the ropes and⁠‌‍ ran off, and​ the housekeeper, who‌‍ had rushed down,⁠​‍ approached and bowed.⁠​ She was inwardly⁠‌⁠ surprised that the​‍ servant hadn’t been⁠‌​ hit but spoke‌⁠ with the utmost​‌‌ courtesy.

“Lady‍⁠ Diella, I apologize⁠⁠‌ for the commotion.​‌‍ If you had⁠​‍ informed us, we​​ would have prepared⁠‍ properly.”

“Forget⁠ it. Just take​‍ me to where‍⁠‌ that mage from‍‌ Ebelstein is.”

“Yes.⁠ He’s staying in‍‌‌ the guest room​⁠​ on the second⁠⁠ floor.”

With‍ that, the housekeeper⁠‌‍ walked ahead three‌ steps calmly, swallowing‍‍ nervously.

Glancing​​ sideways at Lady​ Diella now and‌‍‌ then, she didn’t⁠​ seem too upset.⁠​ She was completely‍‍​ different from when‌​ she scolded over​⁠ the smallest things.⁠‌

‘Oh,‍​​ she seems to⁠​‌ be in a good mood today.‍⁠ I’d better be⁠​‌ careful not to⁠⁠‌ irritate her too‍​ much.’

No‍‍ matter how difficult‌‍ Diella was, she⁠ wouldn’t hit the‍‌ housekeeper, one of‍‍⁠ the top three‌‌ maids in the​​​ mansion. At least‍ the housekeeper could⁠‌⁠ manage the infamous​‍ Diella.

As‍ the housekeeper led‌‍⁠ the way beside⁠‌‍ Diella, all the​ servants and followers‍ who passed by‍⁠ kept silent. Her​‍ self-sacrifice truly deserved⁠ the title of‌ “Holy Mother.”

Thus,‍ Diella and the​ housekeeper walked quietly⁠‍‍ for a while,‍‍⁠ eventually reaching the‌ guest room on​ the second floor.​‍

When​ the housekeeper gently‍ knocked on the⁠⁠ door in a polite gesture, a groan was heard‍⁠ from inside, as⁠ if someone was‍ dying.

–Creak‍​‌

The​⁠‌ wait was brief.​ The door opened,⁠‍ and out came‍⁠ a figure that⁠‍‌ looked like a corpse—or maybe a corpse that resembled‌​ a human.

“What’s‌ going on?”

Dereck⁠ had spent the​‌‌ previous night unleashing⁠​‍ his magic during​ the chase, and‍⁠⁠ after returning Lady​‍ Diella to the‍‍ annex, he had​‌‌ gone back to‍ the main house‌ to discuss future​⁠​ plans with Jayden.​‍

Only​ after his routine‍‌ of studying spellbooks‍‌‍ and training his​ powers did he‌ finally sleep. According‌⁠ to the clock,‍‌ he’d only had‍ three hours of‍‍ rest.

His⁠‍ face, full of‍ exhaustion, shadows under⁠ his eyes, and⁠​⁠ his disheveled white⁠‍​ hair made it​ clear he’d just‌ woken up.

Housekeeper‌ Katarina, seeing Dereck‌​‌ exhausted, felt pity‍ but also silently⁠​⁠ prayed for a solution to the​ disaster named Diella‍⁠ who had shown‍‌ up that morning.⁠​

After‍​‌ all, Dereck now​ had the full​​⁠ confidence of Duke‌⁠‌ Duplain with educational⁠‍ authority over Lady‍ Diella.

“Lady⁠‌ Diella is looking⁠‍ for you, so‍ I came to​⁠‌ guide you.”

“Lady‍ Diella?”

When​⁠‌ Dereck asked, Diella​​⁠ stepped forward quickly,​ looked at him,⁠⁠‌ and said,

“Teach‌‌​ me how to⁠ control the magic​ that’s materialized. I tried it myself,​​ but it didn’t‌ work.”

“…”‍‍‍

“You‍ said you’d teach‌ me.”

Katarina‌ doubted her ears‌​⁠ upon hearing Diella’s‌⁠ words. The servants​ who had worked​⁠‌ at the mansion⁠ for a long⁠ time had all‌‍ but given up⁠​ on Diella’s magical⁠‌ progress.

‘Lady‍ Diella has materialized‌ magic?’

This​‍‍ was something that‍‍ needed to be⁠‌​ reported to Duke‍​‍ Duplain immediately. The‌​‍ whole noble household‌​ would likely be⁠ in an uproar.‌‌‍ It was understandable​⁠​ why Diella had‍‌​ come to the⁠‌‍ main house so⁠ early. Newly awakened​‌‍ mages were often‌‍ ecstatic over their‍​ growing accomplishments.

So​⁠ captivated by that⁠‌ sense of achievement,‍⁠ many would pursue‌ magical training as‍⁠⁠ if bewitched. That‌‌⁠ overwhelming excitement was‍ more addictive than‍‍ the rumors of‌ the finest wine—at‌‍‍ least until they⁠‌ hit their growth‌ limit.

It‍ made sense why⁠ the duchess herself‌‌⁠ went out of‌ her way to‍ come so early.​‍ The thirst for​​​ knowledge among mages‍ who had just​ opened their eyes‌⁠ to magic was‌ beyond imagination.

And‌⁠ it seemed clear‌‌⁠ now why Diella​‌ wasn’t lashing out‌​⁠ at the servants.‍⁠​
Once she found‍ something to focus‌​⁠ on, it was‌ expected.

Katarina‍ looked at Dereck‌ with sparkling eyes.​​‌ Maybe this boy‌ could save the⁠ staff from that‍ demon’s grasp.

Just⁠ as she was‍⁠⁠ about to say‍​ something to him—​⁠‍

“Come⁠​ back in the⁠ afternoon.”

–Bang!⁠⁠

Dereck,‍‍ exhausted, said it‍‍ and shut the​‌ door. In front⁠‍ of the closed​ door.

The‍ housekeeper and Diella⁠ stood frozen for⁠ a long while.‍⁠‍

“What⁠​‍ is this?! Are‍‍ you kidding me?!‌ You send me⁠ away at the⁠ door?! Who do‌⁠ you think you‌ are?!”

Finally,‌⁠‍ Diella banged on⁠‌‍ the door, raising⁠‌ her voice, but⁠‌⁠ Dereck simply put‍ in his exploration​‌​ earplugs and buried‍ himself back in​‍​ bed.

Dereck,‌ with experience under‍‌ two masters, knew‍⁠​ this well. The⁠ relationship between master‌ and apprentice ultimately‌⁠‌ needs to be‌‌ led by the‍⁠‌ master to run‍ smoothly. It didn’t​‌‍ matter if the‌‍⁠ apprentice was a noble lady from‌ one of the‌​⁠ empire’s greatest families—there‍⁠ was no difference.‍​‍ After all, hadn’t‌‌‌ Duke Duplain given‌⁠​ him full authority?‌‍

–Bang!⁠ Bang! Bang!

“Open⁠‍⁠ the door! Open‌ it now!”

Even​ amid the loud‍ banging, Dereck was⁠​⁠ ready to sleep‌​⁠ deeply. After a life as a mercenary, one naturally‍ acquires the ability⁠⁠ to sleep through⁠⁠ noise.

Watching⁠ the scene, Housekeeper‌ Katarina could only⁠‌ rub her face.‍​‍

Both⁠ the master and‌⁠⁠ the apprentice—stubborn to‍​⁠ the core.

***‌

“Today,‍ Lady Diella didn’t‍⁠‍ break a single‍‌ plate during her​‍ meal.”

“Ha,⁠ she didn’t hit‌‍ me even once.‌​ But she seemed​‍⁠ to be in⁠ a bad mood…”⁠​

“This⁠⁠‌ morning, she was⁠‍​ definitely using magic​ with that hand.”‍‌

Valerian,‌ the first prince,​⁠ seated at one⁠ side of the⁠⁠‌ duke’s office table,‌⁠ wore a surprised‍⁠ expression. Though his⁠​ mouth was hidden⁠ by his hand‍‍ resting on his⁠ chin, his slightly⁠‍ widened pupils made‍ his thoughts easy‌​ to guess.

He​‌‍ looked toward Duke⁠ Duplain, who was‍ seated at his‍‌ desk, and their​⁠ eyes met.

The⁠ duke, fiddling with​⁠‌ his quill, set​​‍ it down for⁠‍ a moment and‌​ asked the servants​⁠ who had come​⁠ to report.

“Is​‌ this true?”

“Yes.‌​‍ I verified it‍‍ several times before‍ reporting. It seems⁠‍ Lady Diella has⁠​ finally materialized her​⁠‍ magic.”

“Did⁠ you hear that,⁠‌‍ Father? What a relief. A real‍‌ relief.”

Valerian‍⁠ sighed with relief,​ as if the​‍ worst had been⁠​ averted.

Of‍‌ course, it was​ odd to celebrate⁠ the mere materialization‌​ of magic, especially​ for someone born‍​ into the Duplain​⁠ family. But given​ Diella’s recent behavior,‌‌​ this was a significant and positive‍‍ development.

“Father,‌ I told you‍​ Diella could do​​ it.”

“There​⁠‍ appears to be⁠‍ progress. We’ll postpone‌ her transfer to‍‍ the monastery and‍ observe whether the‍​⁠ situation merits monitoring.”‍‍​

Duke‌⁠ Duplain stroked his​⁠ chin, lost in‌‌ thought.

“However,⁠ to be honest,‌⁠​ there are still‍​​ shortcomings in her‌‌ achievement.”

“Father…⁠‌​ but consider how⁠ much effort Diella⁠​ has put in.‍‍ Please take that⁠⁠ into account.”

“Then‌⁠ let’s not talk‍ about the monastery.‍‍ However, granting her​​‍ separate land to​‍‌ prepare for social⁠‍​ debut is a different matter.”

At⁠ the very least,​​​ one must be‍⁠‌ able to cast‍ a one-star spell‌​​ to claim to‍⁠‌ know magic. In​‍ noble society, that⁠​​ was the standard.‌‌ Even that wasn’t‌ a point of‍​‌ pride, but merely‌⁠‌ proof of not​ being completely incompetent.‌‌⁠

“Of​​ course, manifesting magical‍ power is something‍ to celebrate, but⁠ whether she’s truly⁠‌ reformed is still‍‌‌ unknown, Father.”

At​ that moment, Leigh,‍ sitting beside him,⁠‌‍ made a blunt⁠⁠ remark. Valerian frowned‍ upon hearing it.​‍

“What‌​‍ do you mean​ by that, Leigh?”‌‌

“Seriously,⁠‍‌ brother? When someone‍ materializes magic for⁠‌‌ the first time,⁠​ they get so‍​ excited nothing else​‌ matters. But once​⁠ that excitement fades‌​‌ and they realize‍ their situation again,​​ who knows when‌⁠ their true nature‍‌ will return?”

She​ may have advanced‌⁠‌ as a mage,‍​ but as a noble lady, she‍​​ might still be⁠ shallow. That’s what‍ Leigh meant.

Valerian​‌ saw Leigh’s expression‌ and, as always,‌‍‌ remained composed.

Frankly,‍‌‍ Leigh deeply disliked​‍‌ Diella. Even if‌​ one could forgive⁠‌⁠ past emotions, it​‍ was hard to​‌‍ feel affection for‍ someone who had‌​ caused so much‌ trouble for the‍ family like a delinquent.

Valerian⁠ understood Leigh’s feelings​ to some extent.​​ It was remarkable​‍ that Valerian and⁠‌ Aiselin continued to​⁠‍ patiently embrace Diella‍‌ rather than blaming​‍‌ Leigh for giving‍⁠ up hope.

“People’s‍ true nature doesn’t⁠ change easily, Father.”​‌

“Leigh.⁠‌‍ But since there⁠⁠‍ has been progress,⁠‌ can’t we trust​⁠⁠ Diella a bit⁠​ more?”

“Brother,⁠‍ your approach is⁠ too soft. Especially⁠‍ at times like‍⁠ this, we need⁠ to be more‌ firm. Don’t be​⁠‌ quick to dismiss‌⁠‌ sending her to​ the monastery, Father.‌‍ That’s when she’ll⁠⁠ truly listen.”

Duke‌ Duplain picked up⁠​ his quill again‌‍​ and drew a line on a document as he‍‌ spoke.

“Leigh’s⁠​ words have merit.‍⁠‌ However, since some​ progress has been​‌ made, a softer⁠ approach isn’t entirely​‌ wrong. It’s better​⁠ to observe her‍ longer.”

Leigh⁠ wore a dissatisfied​ expression, but Valerian’s⁠⁠ face relaxed. Duke⁠‌ Duplain tapped the‌​ desk for a moment before lowering‍‍ his head to​ focus on the‍⁠ document.

‘That​ plebeian mage. He‌‍⁠ truly is remarkable.’⁠

The‌‍ duke had been⁠​⁠ thinking this ever‍​⁠ since the boy​ brazenly asked his​‍ question in the⁠​ grand office. Still,‌‌ being remarkable and‍​‍ producing results were⁠ different matters. The‌ Duke had no⁠‌‌ choice but to‌‍ raise his assessment​⁠‌ of the boy​⁠ called Dereck a notch.

However,‌ in the end,⁠ he was still‌ a plebeian. There‌‌ were inherent limits​ to that status.‍⁠ Though he had‌ reached quite a high level for⁠‌​ his age, it‍ was still within‍‌ the bounds of⁠‍ the lower class.⁠

“Let’s‍​ wrap up Diella’s‍ matter for now.‍‌ The next priority​‍‌ is the upcoming‍⁠ holiday conference.”

“…Duke‌⁠​ Beltus and Prince⁠​‌ Belmierd will also⁠ attend. I heard⁠‍⁠ Duke Beltus is‌‍ coming in person,​‌ and Prince Belmierd‌ will be represented‍⁠‍ by Lady Elente.”​

If​ one mentioned the​​‍ three most influential‍‍ families in the⁠⁠ western part of‌​​ the Empire where‌​ Ebelstein was located,‍⁠ the same answer​ would always follow:‌‍ Beltus, Duplain, Belmierd.​

It⁠ wasn’t common for‌ the heads of​ such influential houses‌‌ to gather in‍ one place.

Clearly,​ they would discuss​ matters like trade​ routes near Ebelstein‌⁠⁠ and changes to​‍ the Empire’s tax​​ laws.

‘Sending‍‍ Lady Elente to⁠ represent in such‌ a meeting? Not‍‌​ even a central​ retainer?’

Duke⁠ Duplain felt a strange sense of‌⁠‍ insult. It wasn’t‌​‌ that the other​⁠‍ heads were too‌‍‍ lazy to attend—it​ was because the‍ meeting was important.‌‌⁠

However,‍‍‌ Prince Belmierd was‍ a wise man.‌ He couldn’t be‌ unaware of the‍‍ rudeness this entailed.‌​​ A truly odd​ incident.

Duke​​⁠ Duplain sat with⁠‌ his hands clasped,⁠⁠ lost in thought.‌ Known for his​ deep contemplation, his‍ two sons had​ already begun organizing⁠‍ the documents.

“I’ll​‌‍ be leaving now.”⁠‌⁠

With​​​ a dissatisfied expression,​​ Leigh left the‍ office.

He‍ clearly wasn’t pleased​⁠ that Diella had​​ escaped her fate‍‌​ of being sent​ to the monastery.‍‍‍

***⁠

Dereck‍ had a deep⁠‍‌ sleep, woke up‍‌‌ to eat the​ meal prepared by‍‌‍ the servants, bathed,‌​​ breathed in the‍ fresh air, and‌​ sipped tea.

By⁠‌‌ afternoon, he headed​⁠⁠ to the annex⁠‌ only to find‍​‍ Diella completely sulking,‍⁠​ hugging her knees⁠‌ in the corner⁠ of her bed.⁠

“Are‍‍⁠ you upset?”

“It’s​​‍ not sarcasm—I’m angry.”⁠⁠​

“Doesn’t‌⁠‌ matter how much​‌ you sulk. Everything​​‌ has its order.”⁠‍‍

“It’s​ not sulking—I’m angry.”‍‍

“Rushing⁠ in excitement after‌​ manifesting magic will‌⁠⁠ only tire you​‌ out. I speak​ from experience.”

Dereck‍‍​ pulled a wooden‌​ chair in front​​​ of her bed.‌​‍ He calmly placed⁠⁠ it beside her,‌ sat down, and‌⁠‍ brushed off the​ grass from his​​​ pants.

“Rest‌‌ is as important⁠⁠​ as study. Always‍⁠ be fully prepared​ when doing anything.‍‍‌ Don’t forget that.”​‍‌

“Hearing‍ you reminds me​​ of that boring​ ethics teacher reading‍​‌ from a textbook.”​‌​

“…Should⁠‍‍ I make it‍‍ less boring?”

Remembering⁠‌ that very “unboring”⁠​‌ night running through⁠⁠⁠ the forest, Diella​​‌ shuddered. She decided‍‌ it was better‍​ not to get‍‍‍ too flashy.

“Forget⁠⁠⁠ it.”

“Come​‌⁠ here. It’s time​‍‌ to practice magic‍​‍ materialization and build​ the basics of⁠ one-star spells. Don’t‍ you want to‌‌ learn magic?”

Diella’s‍‌⁠ pride didn’t like‌​ being ordered around‌ by a plebeian.‌​‌

Like‍‌ a cautious cat,‌​ she glared with‌‌ wide eyes, then‌ adjusted her golden​‍​ hair several times‌ before crawling across‍‌ the bed to‍​‌ sit.

Her‌‍ lips forming a sulky triangle, she⁠‌​ looked ready to‌ pout at any​​‍ moment, but when​‌ Dereck manifested magic​‍ in his hands,‌ her eyes immediately​‍ widened in amazement.‌​

The‍ way his magic​ moved was quite​‌‌ different from her​‍ family’s. The colors⁠ varied, and the​​ movement patterns were‌‌​ diverse.

“To‍ learn Wild School​‍ magic, you first​ need to free⁠ yourself from stereotypes⁠ and rules. It’ll‌‍ be hard at‍​ first, but once​​ you get used‍ to it, you’ll‌​ be able to​‌​ learn advanced spells​⁠‌ on your own.”‍‍

“Dereck,⁠ did you learn‌ on your own?”‌‍

“No.‌‌ I had a teacher too. He‍‍⁠ was from the‍‍‌ Disciplined School, so‍​⁠ I learned half​ on my own.”‍⁠⁠

Dereck‍‌​ showed how his​⁠‍ magic moved freely⁠ in his hands,‍ demonstrating that controlling⁠‌ energy freely was‌⁠ the first goal.​‍‍

“Wow,‍​​ this looks harder​‍ than I thought.”​‌‌

“It’s⁠‌⁠ fine. The core⁠‍‍ of the Wild​ School is self-learning.⁠‌ The lack of⁠ a strict system‍ is actually a strength at times​ like this.”

“Can‌ I try?”

“I’m‌ not saying this‌ to flatter you,‌‍ but honestly and⁠‍ frankly, Lady Diella,⁠‌⁠ you have talent.”​⁠

Upon‌‍⁠ hearing those words,​ Diella’s eyes sparkled.​​

“Really?”‍⁠

“Though‌​ your efforts were‍⁠⁠ misdirected, the magical​ knowledge you memorized‌‍​ and the various​‍‍ exercises weren’t in⁠‍​ vain. After all,​⁠​ you not only‌⁠‍ recognized and materialized⁠‍​ magic power, but‌⁠ also imbued it⁠⁠ with cold to‍ create ice pillars,⁠ right?”

“Huh,‌ yeah…”

“That’s‍⁠​ not something ordinary⁠⁠‍ people can do⁠‌​ right away. With‌ a bit of⁠⁠ refinement, it could‌ become a one-star​‍ spell.”

The‍‌ talent was there.​‍ Chewing over those‍‍‍ words like nursing‍‌‌ a deep resentment,⁠ the girl quietly⁠‌‍ reflected. Looking back,‍⁠ it wasn’t strange.‍‌ The simple word⁠‌‍ “talent” held power‌‍ to stir the‍‍‍ heart.

“Having‍ self-esteem is good,‌‍ as long as⁠ it doesn’t turn‍⁠ into arrogance. So‌⁠ it’s okay to⁠ be proud.”

“I’ve⁠‌⁠ never been arrogant​ in my life.”⁠​

“Don’t⁠ lie.”

“Why‌⁠ do you speak⁠​​ so rudely? Do​ you want to⁠​⁠ die?”

“Your‌​ mouth is too​‍ foul. Show some‍ dignity.”

Dereck‍ dispersed the magic⁠‌​ energy gathered in​ his hands and‍⁠ ended the demonstration.⁠‌ Then, staring at​‍ Diella who had⁠ been watching intently,‌​ he gestured for​ her to try‍‍ it herself.

It‌​‌ wasn’t something that‌ could be mimicked‍ just by watching‍⁠‍ once, but Diella‌ seriously tried to⁠‌⁠ feel the magic‍ from her own‌‌‍ hands.

After⁠​ repeating it several‌ times, she started⁠​⁠ to become more​ comfortable with the⁠‌‍ magic inherent within‍‌​ her. There was⁠‌ clear progress. Honestly,​⁠ it was fun.​⁠

Learning⁠ something was fun.​‌​ It was a feeling she had​ long forgotten.

Realizing⁠ she was smiling,‌‌‍ Diella quickly composed‍⁠‍ herself and put‍⁠‌ on a face⁠‍‍ of feigned indifference.‌⁠

“Wow,‍‌‍ I think I’ve​ mastered it! Like‍​‌ you said, Dereck,‍ maybe I am‍​​ a bit of​ a genius.”

“…”​​​

Dereck,​‌⁠ resting his chin‍‍⁠ on his hand,​ said:

“You‍ have talent, but‍​‍ I never said​ you were a genius.”

“…You’re⁠ really not like⁠ the others.”

After‍‍ that, Diella took​ every chance to‌‌ learn magic from​​ Dereck.

Though‌⁠ she grumbled at‌⁠ first, she quickly‌ became absorbed in‌​⁠ magic, and it​​ became clear she⁠ hadn’t always been⁠ a demon from‌ the start.

Every⁠⁠⁠ day, having lessons⁠​‍ solely in the‍‍ annex felt a bit limiting, so‍​ they sometimes enjoyed‌⁠⁠ the sun in​ the rose garden​⁠​ or the lawn‌​ near the main‌ house.

If⁠ time allowed, they‌ wandered through the‍​ nearby forest and​​ rivers, where grander​ spells could be⁠ demonstrated. As they‍⁠​ came and went,‌​‍ they often caught​‌⁠ the eyes of​‍ passing nobles and‌ servants.

The‍​‌ sight of young‌ Lady Diella following⁠ Dereck around, peppering‌​ him with questions,⁠​ often reminded people‌⁠‍ of her younger⁠⁠ self.

Eventually,⁠‌ the shouts within‌ the Duplain family‍​ began to fade.⁠​​

For⁠‍ the servants, there⁠‌ was no greater‌ relief. Before long,‍‍​ Dereck had become‍‌ the savior of⁠ the mansion staff.​⁠

“Hmm…”⁠

In​​⁠ the private office⁠​ of the Duplain‍‌ family’s second son,​ Leigh, after hearing​ the rumors about​​ Diella, sat alone​ with his legs​⁠ crossed, drumming his⁠​ fingers idly on​⁠ the desk.

Though⁠⁠ there were some⁠ favorable rumors about⁠​ Diella, he couldn’t​ imagine she had​‌ changed so easily.‍‌‍

He​‌‍ had been one‍‍​ of the victims​ of Diella’s worst​ days. She would‌ rant and spread​ malicious gossip at‍​ every opportunity, tormenting​ and dismissing even‍​‍ her most beloved‌‌ personal maid. One​ of them had‍⁠ served with Leigh‍​ for over a decade.

No‌⁠‍ matter what people​‍ said about new‍ beginnings, accumulated hatred‍‍‌ didn’t disappear so​⁠ easily. That was​⁠‍ the nature of‍‌‍ karma.

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