Indra Translations
Navigation
Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 119: Fina (6)

Chapter 119: Fina (6)

‘To​ become a 4-star‌​‌ mage, one must‌‌‌ leap over or‍ break through that​​​ invisible wall.’

Late⁠ at night, Fina​​ let her hair‍ fall and silently​ gazed at the⁠⁠ stars in the‌⁠​ night sky.

‘I‍ wonder if that⁠‌‌ mage, Adelbert, also​​⁠ knew that.’

The​‌ man called Dereck,​⁠​ who was struggling​‌‌ as her disciple,‌​‌ was quite talented,​ but he was‌​‌ still one step‍‍ short of reaching​ the level of​​‍ a 4-star mage.‍⁠‍

As‍‌ someone who considered⁠⁠⁠ herself his master,‌ it was her​⁠⁠ duty to create‍⁠‌ the opportunity for⁠‌ him to overcome⁠ that wall.

Fina​​ gave a faint,⁠⁠‌ bitter smile, then‌‌ leaped off the​​​ rooftop and landed​​‍ in the mansion’s​ backyard, where no​‌⁠ one could see⁠‌ her.

And​‌ as she hid‍ among the shadows,⁠​‍ she blinked a few times, letting‍​‌ her eyes glow‍‍‌ faintly.

***‍⁠​

“Haah.”​

When‍ Aiselin opened her⁠ eyes in bed,​ the sun was⁠‌ already high in⁠ the sky.

The‌‍ autumn breeze coming⁠ through the window,​ rustling the curtains,‌ gave her a warm sensation.

“Huh…‌‍⁠ what…?”

Aiselin​‌‌ blinked, and only⁠ after sitting up‍‌ did she understand‍‌ the situation.

The‍ last thing she‌​ remembered was being​‍‍ startled at the​⁠ sudden sight of​‍⁠ blood, hurriedly grabbing‌​​ a handkerchief, and‌‍ then losing consciousness,​ as if she‌⁠​ were floating away.‌‍

“Sister!”‍‍

“Lady​‌ Siern…”

Siern,​ who had been​​‌ watching over her⁠⁠​ beside the bed,‍‌ immediately stood up⁠‌ and took Aiselin’s​⁠ hands.

It‌​​ was rare to‍​​ see the normally​‍​ irritable and sharp‌‍ Siern display such⁠‌ an emotional expression.‍⁠‌ It was almost‌‌⁠ the first time​⁠ since that incident‍ at the Rochester⁠ estate, when Aiselin⁠​‌ had seemed to‌‍ be stabbed by⁠ Dereck’s sword.

“Sister‌​​ Aiselin, you finally​ woke up. Do‍‍⁠ you feel any⁠⁠ discomfort? Is your‌ vision blurry, or⁠‌ do you have​ a headache?”

“Lady‍‍⁠ Siern… I… what​​‍ happened…?”

“I‍⁠ heard you fainted⁠ from overwork. You’ve‌⁠ been unconscious for⁠‌‍ almost four days​ and only woke‍​‍ up today. I must inform Delbriton.”‌​⁠

With​ a relieved expression,‌​‌ Siern quickly left⁠ the room.

It⁠​‍ seemed she had‍ stayed by Aiselin’s⁠‌ side nearly the‌ entire time during​⁠ those four days.‍‍​

‘Asleep⁠ for four days…?’​

Aiselin⁠‌⁠ was so shocked‌ that she had‍‌ to catch her‌ breath.

As‍​ a key figure‍ of the Ravenclaw‍ Training Center, she‍‌​ had so many⁠‌​ responsibilities that even⁠⁠ being absent for‌⁠​ half a day⁠ caused work to‍​ pile up.

But​‍ having been unconscious⁠‌ for four days—the⁠ center must be‍​ on the verge⁠ of collapse.

‘My‍‌⁠ God! How could‌‍​ I make such‍​ a mistake…!’

Aiselin​‌‍ covered her face⁠‌ with both hands,‍⁠⁠ horrified.

To⁠​⁠ have neglected her‍​​ health at such⁠ a crucial time,‌‍ just as the​ center was beginning‌ to stabilize—it must‌ seem like a great discourtesy to​​​ Dereck, who sought⁠​ perfection in everything.⁠​

She​‌ had always prided‍ herself on enjoying‍‍ her work and⁠‌​ claimed that no‌ one needed to‌‍ worry about her,‌ yet when it​⁠ truly mattered, she​‌ had collapsed from⁠ exhaustion. How shameful‍ and unreliable.

All‌ of that was‌‍​ the result of​⁠‍ her lack of​⁠ discipline. Aiselin sighed⁠‌‌ deeply, still covering‍‌ her face.

‘And‍ to think that‍‍‍ at that time‌​‌ I was wasting‌‌​ it being jealous‌⁠ of Lady Fina,​ trying to get‌‌ Dereck’s attention when‌‍⁠ there were important‌ things to do,​‌ getting distracted by‌ nonsense and ending‌​ up collapsing from⁠​‍ fatigue…’

‘How‍ embarrassing—I’m a pitiful​‌ person…’

Aiselin‌‌⁠ knew Dereck well.⁠‍

After‍​‌ working with him‌‌ for so long,‌ she believed she‌ deeply understood his‍⁠ way of thinking.⁠

He‍​ was endlessly patient‌‌ when teaching young‌ ladies, but when‍ it came to‌‍ work, he was‍‍‌ as sharp as​‌‌ a blade.

He​‌‍ reprimanded and punished⁠‍​ servants or subordinates​​‍ strictly whenever they‌‌‍ showed irresponsibility. He​⁠‍ was almost inflexible​‍ when it came‍​ to duty, so‌ he would surely⁠⁠‌ be very disappointed⁠​ by Aiselin’s careless‌ conduct.

‘I⁠​‌ must apologize but…‌‌​ how…?’

Aiselin‌‌⁠ lamented with her‌‌‌ head down when​⁠​ suddenly—

Bang!‌⁠‍

The‍ people Siern had‌‌ called opened the​​ door and rushed⁠‌ in.

There​ was the person‌ in charge of‌⁠⁠ medical matters, the‍ butler, the deputy​⁠‌ director of the‍⁠ center, Lady Siern,‌‍​ and at the⁠ front of them‍ all, leading the‌‍ group, stood Baron​⁠‍ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw.​​

It⁠ seemed that everyone‍‌‌ had dropped what‍ they were doing‍‍⁠ some still held‌‍ pens, others still⁠⁠‍ wore their work‌‍‍ coats. They had​‍ run over as​⁠⁠ soon as they‌⁠ heard the news.⁠

“Miss⁠‌​ Aiselin, you’ve opened‌‌ your eyes.”

“Yes,‌⁠​ yes… Lord Dereck.⁠‍ It’s just that…”​‌

“What‌​ a relief.”

Dereck⁠ stepped forward and⁠​ sank into the⁠ wooden chair beside​⁠⁠ Aiselin’s bed.

Then‌ he spoke slowly,⁠ looking into her​‌ eyes.

“Do‍‌​ you feel any‌ discomfort? Any other‌‍‌ pain?”

“Eh?⁠‌‍ No… I was⁠​⁠ just tired… I’m‍​⁠ sorry. I didn’t‌​ expect it to‍‍⁠ end up like​‍ this…”

“Apologize?⁠‍ For what?”

“Well,⁠​ for the work‍​ schedule…”

“…”​​

Dereck​⁠ silently looked at‌‍​ Aiselin, who stared‍⁠ down guiltily, and​​⁠ then pressed a hand to his​ forehead with a heavy voice.

“Miss‍‌ Aiselin. This isn’t‍​ something you should‌⁠‍ be apologizing for.”​

“But⁠‍⁠ many people must​⁠‍ have been affected⁠​​ by my four-day‌‌​ absence…”

“Who‌ in their right⁠⁠‍ mind would blame‌⁠‍ someone who collapsed‍⁠​ from overwork? If​‌ anything, this is⁠ largely my fault‌ as the person‌ in charge. I knew that Miss‍ Aiselin was always‍​​ burdened with an‌‌ unrealistic amount of⁠‍ tasks, and yet⁠‍‌ I overlooked it.”​⁠​

“No,‌ that’s not…”

Dereck‌ firmly took Aiselin’s‍ hands.

Her‍‍‍ face flushed at‍ the sudden contact.‌‍‌ She barely managed​ to suppress a small gasp as‍‌ an electric shiver‌​‍ ran down her‍ spine.

“Miss‍​ Aiselin. This incident​‍‌ has made me​‍⁠ realize something. There’s‍‍​ a limit to‍ governing only through​⁠​ criticism and reprimand.‍‍ Only by deeply‌​⁠ understanding the circumstances‌ and the way‍ each person works​ within the barony‍⁠⁠ can one truly​⁠ lead.”

“No,‌ you don’t have⁠ to say all‍ that…”

By‌ the way, Dereck’s⁠⁠ hands were really‍⁠ large. He wasn’t‌‍ particularly tall, but​ his body felt‌ incredibly solid. And⁠‍ his hands—so warm.​​⁠

Even⁠ his face was⁠ very close, and​ his fragrance—a mix‍ of wood and‍ wild roses—surrounded her.⁠

Trivial,​ insignificant details filled‍​ Aiselin’s mind, tormenting‌ her. Her brain‍ felt like it‌​ was about to‍ overload; her head⁠‌ burned, and she‍​​ had to take​​ a deep breath.‌

Seeing⁠‌​ her like that,‌‌‍ Dereck frowned.

“It​ seems your body⁠ hasn’t fully recovered‌ yet.”

“No,​⁠​ it’s just… um…​ yes… you’re right…”‍​‌

“In​⁠ any case, I’ve‌⁠ reflected deeply because⁠⁠ of this incident.‌‍ I should have‍ treated you better​​ while you were⁠ here. I took‍⁠‍ your sacrifices and‌⁠‍ dedication for granted.”‍

“No,‍‍‌ you mustn’t think​‍​ that way. I truly enjoy what‍‌​ I do—besides, it​⁠ helps my family‌​ too…”

Dereck,⁠​ still seated in⁠ the wooden chair,⁠‌⁠ spoke with an‍ even more serious⁠ expression.

“During​ these four days,⁠ I came to‍‍‍ see you every​ day whenever I had a free‍ moment. I don’t‍‌ know what Miss‌⁠ Aiselin might think‍⁠ of that, but​‌‍ seeing you collapse‍ because of my​​⁠ negligence made me⁠​ reflect.”

“Every⁠ day… you came‍‍ to see me…?”⁠‍

Dereck‍ was just as‍ busy as Aiselin,‌‌‌ barely having time​ to breathe.

Often,⁠​ to make time‍ for such things,‌‌ he had to‍​⁠ sacrifice part of⁠‍​ his schedule, but⁠‌ the fact that​‍ he came every​ day to check‍⁠ on her condition‍​⁠ and watch over​ her made Aiselin‌‍‌ feel strangely moved.‍⁠

It​‍ was a tacit‌ confirmation that Dereck‍ truly cared for‌‍⁠ her.

“Please‌‍‍ rest this week.‌​ It’s best to‍⁠ be cautious until‌‍ you’re completely sure‌⁠ your body has⁠‍ recovered.”

“I—I’m‍ fine…”

“No,⁠ you’re not. I’ll‌⁠‍ come regularly to‌ check on you⁠ myself, so focus‌ solely on your​‌⁠ recovery.”

“E—every‍‌‍ day…?”

Aiselin,​​​ lying diagonally across‌ the bed, let​​‍ out a small‍ hiccup.

It⁠​ was already difficult‌ to see Dereck’s⁠‍‌ face even once,​ but now he‌⁠ was saying he​‌​ would come every⁠ day, sit beside⁠⁠‌ her, ask how‍ she was, talk‌ about trivial things,‍​ and spend time⁠‌⁠ with her.

No⁠‍‍ matter how busy​⁠⁠ his schedule was,‌‌ it was absurd‍‍ for him to‌​⁠ go to such‍⁠ lengths for her,​ so Aiselin tried⁠‍ to shake her​‌‍ head—but it was‍ as if something‍ had caught in‍ her throat, and⁠ she couldn’t move​‌⁠ it.

“That’s…”‌​

“Dereck‍‌ is right, Aiselin!‍​ You have to​ rest!”

Siern,‌‍ who rarely raised⁠ her voice, also‌‌⁠ stepped forward with‍ a worried expression​‍​ and looked at‌ Aiselin.

Siern,‍⁠ who always had‌‍ tea with her‍​‌ whenever she had​‌⁠ time, had been​ taking etiquette lessons​​ and felt that‌⁠ life in the‍‍ mansion would become‌ empty without Aiselin.​

Her​ already tired face​ showed genuine concern.​‌​ Even the other⁠‍ servants and the​‍​ butler, Delbritton, bowed⁠ their heads guiltily⁠‌ as they looked⁠⁠ at bedridden Aiselin.​​‌

‘What…⁠‌⁠ what is this​‍‍ feeling…?’

Aiselin‌‌ felt a thick,‍⁠ warm sensation forming​ in her heart.‌‌

The‌ young woman had​‍‍ no way of‌‍ understanding it yet—the​‍ regret, loneliness, and‍ obsession that reside‍‌​ in the human⁠‌⁠ heart.

‘I‍‌‌ feel… satisfied, somehow…‍ Why… why…? This…‌ this is wrong…’​

The⁠‍ sinister sense of‌‌ fulfillment inherent in‌ human nature confused‍‍ her, and she⁠ could only keep‌⁠ questioning it.

For‍ someone as composed‌‍ as Aiselin, that​⁠⁠ emotion was completely‌‌ new.

***‍‍‍

After‌‍ that, Dereck truly​ began visiting Aiselin’s​‍ room every day‍ to check on⁠‍ her condition and⁠⁠ ask if she⁠ felt any discomfort.‌

He‌‌‍ would sit by‍ her bed and⁠‌‌ tell her what​ had happened at‍‍‍ the training center‌​⁠ or mention that‌‍ many young ladies‍ were worried about‌‍‌ her while waiting‌ for the temporarily‍‌‍ suspended etiquette classes‌‍‌ to resume.

“They⁠ also talked about‍‍‌ holding a tea​‌⁠ party in the​‌ garden, but since​⁠ the baron’s mansion​ is smaller than⁠​ the estates of‍‌ the great nobles,‍‌ it seems a bit difficult.”

“Hahaha.⁠ That’s true. Mr.​ Delbritton also suggested‌⁠‍ expanding the garden,⁠​ and I think⁠ it would be⁠‌​ good to consider‍‌‌ it positively.”

“The​​ budget has become⁠⁠ a bit more‌​‌ flexible—I’ll suggest it‍‌‌ to the administrators.”‍

After​⁠ a few days,‌ Aiselin, who had‍‌ been weak, regained⁠⁠ some strength and⁠ was able to⁠⁠ sit at the‍‍ table.

The​‍ servants also took‍‌‌ care of her​⁠⁠ meals, so her‌ previously gaunt appearance‌⁠‌ became elegant and‍​​ beautiful once again—it​ was as if​ she were surrounded‍‍ by a garden​‍‌ of flowers every‌‌⁠ day.

And​⁠ above all, Dereck⁠‍ visited her daily.⁠​⁠

Talking‍ with him gave‍ her a strange‍⁠ sense of fulfillment,⁠ as if she⁠‍ were enjoying the​‍⁠ finest vacation.

Thus,​ Aiselin drank tea‍⁠ and basked in​⁠ the sunlight with⁠ Dereck.

The⁠⁠ difference between now​​‌ and when she‌ had been running‍​ endlessly between tasks​‍ at the center⁠ was immense.

She‌​⁠ spent her days‍ doing nothing—just resting​​ or chatting with⁠ the people who‍ came to visit⁠‍ her—and that was‌​ all she did.⁠‌

There‍ was a limit‍ to how long‍ she could keep​‌​ people busy around‌ her, so she⁠⁠ decided to convince‌ herself to enjoy‌ that happiness for⁠ a few days‍ and spent pleasant‌⁠​ moments with Dereck.‌‍

“Lady​​ Ellen is scheduled⁠ to visit next​ week.”

And​ just like that,​‌ the happiness that​‌ had soared to​​ the heavens disintegrated‍​‍ in an instant.‌​​

“What…?”‌

“We’ve‌⁠ informed the Duplain‌ family and the‍ Rose Salon that‍‍ Lady Aiselin has‌ been unwell. It’s⁠​‌ the proper thing⁠‌ to do. If‌ anything were to‌‍ happen to you,​⁠ we must notify⁠ them immediately.”

“Well,⁠‍‌ that’s true. My‌ family would want⁠⁠⁠ to know how⁠‍ I’m doing, but⁠‌ why Lady Ellen…?”‍

When​‍‌ they competed at‌ the Rose Salon,‍⁠⁠ Ellen had been​‍‌ wary of Aiselin.​⁠‍

However,⁠⁠‌ recently, that relationship​ had reversed. Although​​​ it was hard‌‌⁠ to explain, Aiselin​‍‌ felt a strange‌ reaction whenever she⁠‌‌ heard Ellen was​ coming—her breathing would‌ catch, and her‍‌⁠ gaze would go‌‌ blank.

“Although‌‌​ it’s been some​ time since Lady‌‍​ Aiselin was removed‌ from the Rose‍⁠​ Salon, she still​ has many acquaintances.⁠‌ Many wanted to⁠⁠⁠ visit you, and‍​ although I declined​⁠ most of them,‌‍ there were a few I couldn’t​‍⁠ refuse.”

Ellen,⁠​⁠ the rightful heir⁠ of House Belmierd,​‌‌ was not someone‍​‍ a rural baron​ could easily manage.‌‍​

“Lady‍ Denise as well.”​​‍

Aiselin⁠‍ felt a chill​​⁠ run down her‌​​ spine.

Lately,‍‌ Ellen had shown⁠‍‍ a strange hostility⁠ toward her, and​​ Denise, being naturally‍​‌ lazy, was not​⁠ one to form​​ deep relationships.

It​ would have been​ enough to send‌ a polite, elegant⁠‍​ gift, but the⁠‍ fact that both‍‍ were personally coming‍ to the Ravenclaw⁠ Mansion could only⁠‍⁠ mean one thing—they​ had ulterior motives.‌

In​​⁠ short, their apparent​​ concern for Aiselin‌ was nothing but​⁠​ an excuse.

It‍ was unpleasant to‍⁠⁠ use someone’s illness​ as a pretext‌ to act. Of⁠ course, Aiselin was‍‍ gentle by nature​‍‍ and not the⁠ type to get‌​‌ angry over such​ things.

Even‍ so, she couldn’t‌ help but feel⁠⁠​ uncomfortable.

Ellen⁠ perhaps just wanted‍ to see Dereck’s​ face.

But‍⁠​ why would Denise‌‌‍ come?

While⁠​ Ellen’s intentions as‍ an influential woman‌​⁠ were understandable, Denise’s—as​⁠‌ a strategist—were a complete mystery.

And‌​ that made Aiselin‍​ feel even more​‌⁠ uneasy.

“…”‌

As‌​ Aiselin’s face turned‌‌ pale again, Dereck,​‍‌ who was drinking‍‌ tea in front⁠‌ of her, let‌ out a deep⁠‍‌ sigh.

It‍ seemed the day​‌‌ when Aiselin’s fatigue‍⁠ would finally disappear⁠‍‌ was still far‌⁠ away.

***​⁠​

“…”​

Denise‍ pinned a lovely‍ rose-shaped brooch to​⁠ her chest, put⁠ on a dress‍‌ with moderately decorated‌‌ frills, and boarded⁠​‌ the carriage.

Once​‍ seated inside the⁠‌‌ luxurious vehicle, she‌ held her breath​ for a moment,​ furrowed her brow⁠‍​ as if something‍‌ weighed on her‍⁠ mind, and let​​‍ out a long​‌‍ sigh.

“I‍ told you, Dereck.⁠ I’m just a chess piece.”

Inside​ the carriage heading‌​​ toward the baron’s​‌ mansion of Ravenclaw,‌⁠ the young woman‍ murmured softly, though‍‍ there was no​​ one who could‍‌​ hear her.

The​ Grand Duke Beltus‍​ was attempting, one‍‌ way or another,‌​‍ to control and​​ bring down the⁠ Barony of Ravenclaw.‍‌​

And⁠​ in any case,‌⁠ Denise was in‌ no position to⁠ oppose his will.‌‌

Even⁠‌ though she was​ on her way‍‍ to reunite with​ her long-awaited teacher,‌‌ she felt as⁠ though a great⁠ weight hung over​‌ her chest.

If‌‌ the opportunity arises,‍ strike Dereck from‍‌‍ behind. Until then,‌ earn his trust‍⁠ and stay close​‍ to him.

The‍⁠‍ heavy message of‍‌‍ the Grand Duke‌‌‌ Beltus weighed upon​ the girl’s shoulders.⁠‍

What did you think of this chapter?
0 reactions

0 Comments


There are no comments yet. Be the first!

Reader Settings
Page mode
Timer
Text Indent
Auto scroll
Tap to read
Pin menu
Translate page
Select language to automatically translate chapter content.
Audio & AI Voice
This chapter has pre-loaded audio
Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.