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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 12: Imam (2)

Chapter 12: Imam (2)

That‍​ night, Lady Aiselin‌ had finished all​ her engagements at⁠‌ the Duplain estate​​ and was ready‍ to return to​⁠⁠ Ebelstain.

Jayden,‌​ who had been⁠⁠ accompanying Dereck as⁠​​ a precaution, also‌⁠ decided it was‌ time to leave,‍‌⁠ so Dereck readied⁠‍​ himself to say‌ farewell and stood​‌‌ at the mansion’s‍ main gate.

“I’m​‌⁠ glad I brought⁠ you to the⁠‌​ duchy, Dereck,” Aiselin‌‌​ said with a bright smile by‌​⁠ the carriage.

She‍‌ genuinely looked pleased—lately‌⁠⁠ the atmosphere at‍ the duchy had​⁠ improved, and that⁠ brought her joy.​‍ Although she now‍‍ lived in the⁠​‍ grand house in‍‌ Ebelstain, her concern⁠‌ for her family’s‌⁠ estate remained a defining trait.

“Not‍‌‌ at all. Even‍‌​ if I had,​‍ I haven’t done‍​‌ much,” Dereck replied.‌​​

“No​​‍ need for false‍ modesty. It must⁠ have been tough‍‌ from your perspective.”‌

After⁠⁠ all, Lady Aiselin’s‍​​ request was that‍⁠‌ Diella learn first‑tier​‍​ magic so she‍‌‍ could enter society⁠⁠⁠ with confidence. Materializing⁠⁠ magic was half‍​ the battle, so‌ a satisfied look‌‌ was natural.

“I‍​ wish I could​‌​ stay longer with⁠‍‍ my family, but⁠⁠ I must return​​‍ to Ebelstain. There’s‍‍ still so much‌ left to do.”‌‌

With‌‌ a grateful wave,⁠⁠‍ Lady Aiselin climbed‌‌‌ into the carriage.‌‌⁠ Jayden, also bound⁠​‍ for Ebelstain, gave​ Dereck a friendly‍‍‌ pat on the‍‍ shoulder before he‍‍ followed her in.⁠​

“Looks‍ like my work‌‌‍ here is done.⁠ I’m just a mercenary group’s lackey,”‌​ Jayden said.

“What‌ about your fifteen​ Aidel gold coins⁠ commission?”

“Honestly,​‍⁠ I hardly did⁠‍‌ anything. Take one​‍ coin as your‌⁠⁠ fee—you’ll need it‍‍⁠ someday for a wand or staff,⁠ right?”

Since⁠‍‌ it had been⁠​⁠ arranged by the​​ mercenary band, Dereck​‍‌ couldn’t walk away‍‍ unpaid. If he’d⁠ been a lone​⁠ mercenary, he’d never​‍‌ have secured such⁠⁠ a noble commission.‍

Whenever⁠⁠ Miss Aiselin had‌​‍ free time, she’d​⁠ visit her family’s​ estate, so he’d‌⁠‌ likely see her‍‌ again. Jayden, though,⁠​ would be busy​‌ running the mercenary​ group for some​‌​ time.

Dereck​‍ felt a bit‌ wistful at that.‍​

“Alright,​ take three coins.”​​

“Oh?‌⁠⁠ Now that you’ve⁠‍⁠ got a head‍⁠⁠ on your shoulders,​⁠‍ you turn generous?”​

“Not‌⁠​ to your taste?”‌

“Of​‍‌ course it is.‌ Ha ha ha.”‍

They‍ both laughed—Dereck a little hollowly.

After​⁠‍ a moment Jayden​ stroked his chin:‌‌‌

“Finish​ up quickly. The​‌‍ Beldern mercenary group‌ always needs mages.”‍‌​

“You⁠ want me to‍ abandon my cushy⁠​ noble‑tutor gig?”

“See?‌​ I know you’re‌​‍ cut out for‌ mercenary life. Talent‌‍ like yours doesn’t​⁠‍ belong in noble​ drawing rooms.”

Jayden’s⁠ words were laden⁠ with meaning. It⁠ was obvious that​ Dereck was cut‍⁠ out for the‍ life of a mercenary, and his⁠⁠‌ magical talent went‍ beyond his current‌⁠ level.

Dereck‍⁠ himself knew this.⁠ He harbored a desire to surpass‌‌⁠ the two‑star rank.⁠⁠⁠ For a mage,‌ the thirst for​‍ knowledge and the‌ drive to ascend‍⁠ are akin to​‍ destiny.

But⁠ he was a commoner. Even a two‑star commoner mage‍ might be seen​⁠ as hardworking or‌⁠ somewhat gifted, but‍‌ at three stars,​‌ the nobles’ attitudes‌⁠‌ change.

At‌ four stars, one‍ could be treated⁠ as a dangerous‌ element capable of⁠⁠‍ upsetting the system,​ and it would‌ be difficult to‌⁠ display one’s abilities‌⁠‌ openly.

Historically,​​​ the number of⁠‌​ commoners who reached‌‌ four stars can​ be counted on⁠ one hand.

In⁠‌ the end, if​ one truly wants‌ to climb higher,​​‌ one cannot remain‌​ cradled in a noble family’s lap.​

“If​‍‍ Pheline learns you’re⁠ teaching magic at⁠ a duke’s estate,‌​​ she’ll blow a fuse. Hard to‌​ calm her when​​ she’s mad. So‌‍ finish quickly and​ come back.”

“And⁠​‌ send word before‍ you take your‍ next job.”

“I’m‍ not some feather‑quill⁠​⁠ noble. Come see⁠‌ me at the⁠​ tavern if you⁠ want to talk.”⁠‍

Laughing,​⁠‌ Jayden climbed in.⁠

“See​​ you in Ebelstain,”‌‌ he called as‍ the carriage rolled‌ away.

***‌​‍

Bang!‌‍⁠

“Dereck!⁠ I’ve materialized the‍ power but it​‌ always veers off⁠‍ course!”

Bang!​

“Dereck!⁠‍ I tried to‍ infuse cold, but‍‍ it’s uneven—why?!”

“Dereck!⁠ Look at this!​⁠ I tried to‍‍‍ imbue it with​​‍ a sense of⁠​​ cold… but the​‍​ power isn’t distributing‌‍‌ evenly! Why is‍​ it doing this?”‌‌‍

—Crash!‍‍‍ Bang!

“Dereck!‍​ I can feel​‍‍ the magical power,⁠ but when I try to materialize​⁠‍ it, my senses​ get dull!”

“Dereck!‍⁠ Where have you‍‌ been? Why are‍‍ you here? I told you to​‍‍ stay near the‍‌‍ pavilion!”

“Dereck!​​⁠ I managed to​‍ cast the spell‌‍‌ like you said​ last time! What‍‌​ should I do‍ now?”

Dereck!​‌⁠ Dereck! Dereck!

Due⁠‍ to Lady Diella’s⁠ habit of seeking‌‍ out Dereck at‌ every opportunity, the​‍ pavilion servants were‍‌‍ always tracking his‍ whereabouts. They had⁠ to quickly report‌​​ his location whenever⁠‌ their mistress’s mood​‌ worsened and she‌​ went out looking​⁠‌ for him.

However,‍‌ Dereck wasn’t always‍‌​ near the pavilion.​ Sometimes he could‍‌‌ be found reading⁠​ in the sitting​ room, wandering the‍‌⁠ mansion garden while​⁠ pondering various magical⁠‌​ theories, or—with the​‌ duke’s permission—reading spellbooks‍⁠⁠ in the mansion’s‍ library.

Though⁠ Dereck had come‍ to teach Diella‌​‍ magic, from his‌​ perspective, the residence‌ of Duke Duplain⁠‍​ was an excellent⁠ environment to study​‍ various magical theories.‌‌‍

After​​‌ all, it was‍ one of the​‌‍ most renowned magical​⁠ houses on the⁠ continent, with a collection of rare​‌ and valuable spellbooks.‌

Even⁠​⁠ though all the‍ books were based‍​⁠ on noble-class rule-bound‍​‍ magic and didn’t‍ directly help him,​‍⁠ Dereck was skilled‌​ at referencing magical⁠ theories and adapting⁠ them into his⁠‌ own. It was⁠​‌ a familiar process​ for him, taught‍​ by his mentor‌ in rule-based magic.‌‍​

Magical​⁠ theories were deep‍ yet simple, and​‌⁠ while the basics‍⁠‍ varied greatly from‍​ one academy to⁠​ another, a closer​⁠‍ look revealed many‌ common threads.

Since⁠ opportunities to freely‌⁠‍ access magical texts‌⁠ were rare, Dereck‍ was eager to​‍ make the most⁠ of this chance.⁠

Thus,​ Dereck refined his‍⁠ magical abilities while⁠​ also dedicating time​​ to overseeing Diella’s​⁠ magic.

It​ was only natural‌‌ that they spent‍ much time together,‍ sharing many stories.​‌⁠ The gap between‍ a slum-born mercenary‍⁠ and a noble‍⁠ young lady was‌‍​ vast, so they​​ rarely had anything‌‌ in common.

On​‍⁠ the contrary, they‍‌ could share many​ fascinating tales with‌‍ each other.

Dereck‍‌‍ sometimes spoke of‌ the stars he‍‍ saw from the‌​ slums, his monster-hunting⁠⁠​ adventures with Katia⁠‌⁠ on the outskirts‍‌‍ of Ebelstein, and​ the power struggles⁠⁠‍ between mercenary groups.​⁠⁠

Unlike‍‍ the charming fairy⁠ tales that had​⁠ adorned Diella’s room‍‍‌ since childhood, Dereck’s‌ stories were vivid‍​ and filled with​ cold reality.

Diella⁠​⁠ would pretend not‍⁠​ to be interested​ and act haughty,⁠‌ but as the⁠⁠‌ stories grew more‍⁠ intense, her eyes‌​‌ would shine as‍ she listened.

At​​‍ times she seemed‌‌ excited, sometimes sympathetic,‌‍​ but by the‍⁠ end of the⁠ stories, Diella would‌ usually launch into​ a long speech⁠ about the greatness​ of her lineage.‍

In​‍⁠ those moments, Dereck​⁠‍ would wear an⁠​ indifferent expression and‌‌ return to his⁠‌ book, as if‌​​ he were used‍ to her craving‍⁠⁠ attention and making‍‍​ a fuss.

Over⁠⁠​ time, both Dereck‌ and Diella progressed​‍‌ toward their goals.​‌

Diella‌ aspired to use​​​ first-tier magic, while​‌ Dereck sought to‍ expand the scope‍ of the second-tier​⁠​ magic he could​ wield… and, if‍ possible, step into‌‍⁠ the realm of‍​ third-tier magic.

***‌

It‍ was late when​‌‍ Valerian, the eldest‍ son and heir⁠ of the Duplain‌‍​ family, summoned Dereck‍​ to his room.‌⁠​

It‍‍ was the year​ when spring was⁠‍‍ nearing its end.‍ Amid the hustle​‌⁠ of the servants⁠⁠ cleaning up the‍ pollen that flooded​‌ the mansion, Valerian​​ abruptly called for‌​‍ Dereck.

“What’s⁠⁠​ going on?”

“Are⁠ you teaching Diella‌ well? How is⁠⁠​ she doing lately?”​‌

“There’s‌⁠ been some progress.​‍⁠ However, mastering first-level‌‍‍ magic still seems​‌ far off. I thought it would‍ be quick, but⁠‌ the pace has⁠ slowed, so I’m‍⁠ looking for a new method.”

“I​ see… Understood.”

Valerian’s⁠‌‌ private room was​ almost twice the‌⁠‌ size of Diella’s⁠‌ room that Dereck‌​​ had seen before.⁠‍

As‍ the future head⁠ of a prominent‌⁠‍ family, it was‍‍​ natural to be​ treated accordingly, but‌⁠ honestly, the room‌‌ was so large‍‍‍ that Dereck wondered‌​ if it had​‌​ any real use.‍⁠​

In⁠‍ a corner of‌ the room, near​⁠ the desk by‌‌‍ the window, Valerian⁠ sat with his‌ legs crossed. At⁠⁠⁠ a glance, he‍‌ was a handsome‍​ man—tall and well-built.‌

At‍‌‌ times, he was‍ the object of⁠​ affection among the​​ maids, a fairly‌⁠ attractive man. However,‌ he seemed to​ spend most of​‍ his time managing⁠​‍ the duties of⁠‍​ a duke rather⁠​ than indulging in​‌​ worldly pleasures.

In⁠⁠⁠ his free time,‌‌ he supervised Leigh’s‌⁠⁠ training, wrote letters‍‍‍ to Aiselin, or​⁠‍ cared for his‌ uncle and nephew—showing⁠ a deep love​ for his family.‍‌

“My​ mother, who went‍‌ to a social​ gathering in the​ south, will likely‌‍ return next week.​ Just so you‌‍‌ know, she’s not‍ easy to deal‌ with.”

“Really?”‍‍

“The‌​​ Duplain family may​ not be that​⁠‍ strict, but nobles⁠ in general aren’t‌ very friendly toward‍ commoners like you​⁠ who hold important​​​ positions. You know‍‍‍ that, right?”

It⁠​ was uncommon for​‍‌ a commoner to​‌‌ teach magic to‌‍‍ a prominent noble‌​⁠ lady. That was‍​ because Diella wasn’t‍‌‍ an ordinary case.‍‍ Normally, the position​​ of magic tutor⁠⁠ in a family​ like the Duplains⁠​‌ would have many‍ lining up if⁠‌‍ they had the⁠​ ability. It wasn’t‍ that capable people⁠ were scarce, but‌​‍ rather that many⁠⁠ desired the role.⁠‌

Once‍​‌ things returned to‍ normal, it was‌​ likely that many⁠⁠ veteran mages would‌‌⁠ try to push‍‍ Dereck out and‌‍ take his place.​‌ After all, Dereck’s‍‍‍ goal was to‌⁠ teach Diella first-level​​‌ magic, so he⁠⁠ was focused on‌⁠‌ achieving that above⁠‌ all.

“I’ll‍ keep that in‍ mind. Is that​ why you called⁠ me here?”

“That’s​⁠ an important matter,​‌‌ but… there’s something‌‍‍ else I want‌‌ to ask you.”‌‍⁠

“What‍ do you want‍‌⁠ to ask?”

Valerian​ stroked his chin‌⁠‌ and looked out​‍‌ the window, watching‌‌ Diella as she​ practiced magic alone​⁠‍ in the garden.⁠ Dereck was confused​‌‌ by Valerian’s hesitant‌‍ attitude.

“I’m⁠⁠ the future head‍‍ of the Duplain‍ family. The role‌ of the family​⁠​ head is to‌ embrace and guide​‍ all members in​ the right direction.‍​ To do that,‌‌ one must sincerely​⁠ understand and care⁠⁠ for each member⁠⁠ from the heart.”​

“…”‌​

The⁠⁠ conversation seemed to‍ be dragging on,​‌‍ but Dereck listened‍ silently.

“But‍​⁠ it’s not easy,​ is it? The‍​⁠ human heart is‍​‌ so deep. Even‍ living under the‌ same roof, with​⁠ different values and​ goals, there are​​ often misunderstandings…”

“I‌⁠‍ see… May I ask what message‍ you’re trying to​⁠⁠ convey?”

Valerian‌ adjusted his noble‍‍‍ attire, leaned back‌‍‌ in his chair,⁠⁠‍ and spoke awkwardly.‍‌‍

“Diella‍‍‌ doesn’t want to​​ play with me.”​‍

“…”‌‍‌

Dereck​ remained silent but‌⁠​ composed. He thought‌‌‍ he understood why‍⁠ Valerian would say‌‍‌ that. Since she‍ began seriously studying‌‌⁠ magic, Diella had‍ stopped looking down⁠ on commoners. She‍ could still be‌​ sharp-tongued at times,​‍‌ but her days⁠​‍ of acting like‌ a spoiled child​​ were almost over.⁠

When‌​⁠ Diella’s reputation started‌‍‌ gradually improving, there⁠ was a moment‌ when she and​‍ Dereck passed Valerian​⁠‌ in the garden.​⁠⁠

Valerian,​ who loved his‍⁠‌ family dearly, warmly⁠‌​ greeted Diella, but‍ she, startled like​⁠ a cat seeing‍⁠​ a predator, hid‍‌‌ behind Dereck and‌‌‍ looked on cautiously.‍ Valerian had seemed⁠‌⁠ quite shocked to⁠⁠ see Diella unwilling⁠ to return the‍​ greeting, her eyes⁠ wide like a frightened kitten’s.

“When⁠​ she was little,⁠‍ she was always​‌‌ smiling, showing off⁠⁠ her drawings. There​‍ was no angel⁠ like her in⁠​ this world.”

“…”⁠‌​

“My​⁠ expression isn’t that⁠ bad… Tell me.‌ How can I win Diella’s heart?”⁠

“Why…​ are you asking⁠ me…?”

“Diella‌​ only follows you‍​ around….”

It⁠⁠⁠ was true that⁠ within House Duplain,‍ Dereck was the⁠ only person Diella‍‌ seemed to follow.‌​​

“…”​⁠

Valerian’s‍‌ love for his‌ family was truly‌ admirable, but unfortunately,‍ the emotional complexity‌⁠ of a teenage⁠‍ girl was a far greater mystery‌⁠​ than any historical‍​‌ enigma to an‌‍ adult man.

Still,‌‌‌ if one had​‌ to guess, it⁠ was likely shyness.‌​ Given her reckless⁠ past, it wasn’t​‍​ surprising that she’d‍ suddenly feel uncomfortable‌⁠⁠ around her family.‍⁠

Normally,​ time would resolve⁠‌‌ a problem like‍ that, but Valerian​​ was seriously wondering​ if he himself‌ was the problem.‌‍

“Look‌ at this. I learned embroidery from⁠⁠‌ the maids and‍ made this doll‍‌ to look like‍‍ Diella. What do⁠‌​ you think? Can⁠‌ you see the⁠‌​ effort, the sincerity,‌​​ and affection in‌‍ it?”

Even‍ someone as skilled‍ as Valerian seemed‍‍ to lack talent‍ for fine needlework,⁠‍‌ as the doll‌‌‌ looked more strange⁠⁠ than cute.

An⁠ adult might be‌​​ moved by the⁠​ gesture alone, but‌‍‍ unfortunately, a teenage⁠⁠ girl would likely​‍ be horrified.

The‍⁠ maids didn’t seem​​ able to speak‍ the truth. Giving‍​‍ it to Diella‌​‍ as is would⁠ be a disaster,⁠ so someone had​​‌ to intervene and‌‌ be honest.

“To‍⁠‌ be honest… that‍ would probably just…​ annoy her…”

“…Damn⁠ it.”

Valerian⁠⁠‍ frowned, lost in⁠‌‌ thought.

All​ Dereck could do‍​ was offer moral⁠‍ support for the‍ effort.

***⁠

(New​ Magic Acquired)

One-Star​‌‌ Spell: ‘Shockwave’

One-Star​‌‍ Detection: ‘Life Detection’‍

Two-Star​ Transformation: ‘Earth Wall’​⁠

Two-Star‍​ Confusion: ‘Chaos’

“Lady‌⁠ Diella. It’s time‍‍⁠ for the lady⁠‍⁠ of the house​​ to arrive.”

“Already?”‍​

The‌ elegant maid approached‍​​ Dereck and Diella,‍ who were studying‌⁠⁠ magic at the‌ tea table in‌⁠ the garden.

Close.⁠

Dereck‍‍ closed the book⁠‍​ he was reading‍‍‍ with one hand‌‌⁠ and stood, brushing‌⁠ dust off the⁠‍ chair.

Over‍ time, Dereck had​ made some progress.​ The magical resources‍ of House Duplain⁠‌‌ were a great⁠ help. However, achieving‌‍⁠ his primary goal​‌ of reaching three-star‍ level still seemed‍‍ distant.

It‍‍⁠ might have been‌ reckless to aspire‍​ to the three-star‌ level at his‌ age, but the‌‌ desire to improve‌⁠‍ doesn’t heed age.​‌ Still, he was‌⁠ becoming increasingly aware⁠‍ that the realm‌​ of three stars⁠‌ was no ordinary‍ level. It wasn’t‌ something to be‌ reached quickly.

Interestingly,‌ his progress in⁠​ combat and confusion⁠⁠ spells was advancing​‌​ rapidly.

Dereck’s⁠‍ quick mastery of​⁠ combat spells was‍‍ likely due to‌ his mercenary background,⁠‌ full of battles,‍​​ while his swift⁠ learning of confusion‌‌ magic seemed influenced‌‌⁠ by his mentor,⁠ Katia, a three-star⁠‌ confusion mage.

On⁠ the other hand,‍‌ he didn’t seem‍‌‌ to have much‍ talent for summoning⁠‌⁠ magic. Despite investing‍ a fair amount‍‍ of time, he‌‌ had only achieved‍‍ minor successes. It⁠ was disappointing, but‍‌‌ inevitable. As Katia​⁠⁠ often said, trying‌⁠ to master every‍‌‍ branch might just​‍​ be greed.

With​‌ a sigh, Dereck‌ followed the maid​‍‍ toward the main‌‌⁠ hall of the‍‌⁠ mansion.

The‌‍ mother of the⁠⁠ Duplain family, Miriela‍​​ Daybell Duplain, had‌‍‍ returned from a social gathering in‌‍ the south, and‍‍​ many servants were⁠ attending her welcome​‍‍ party.

Miriela,​ tired from the⁠‌‌ long journey, maintained‍‌ her noble composure.‌⁠⁠ Her purple dress,⁠ peacock feather fan,​‌ and gleaming accessories​‌ all looked like‌‍​ luxury items.

She‍‌‌ spoke politely with⁠‌ her family, whom‌⁠‍ she hadn’t seen⁠‌ in a while.⁠

“Is⁠​​ everything alright in​ my absence?”

“Yes,‌ Mother. In fact,⁠⁠ we only have‌‌‍ good news.”

“Oh,​‌ Valerian, if you⁠‍ say that, it⁠​ must be delightful⁠‌⁠ news.”

The⁠ woman’s face showed‍‍⁠ signs of aging,⁠‌ but she retained‌ the dignity of‌‍​ a noble. Upon‌​ entering, escorted by‍​ Valerian, Miriela was‌ immediately captivated by‌⁠​ Diella’s appearance and⁠​ seemed to realize‌‌ the joyful news.⁠‌​

“Di-Diella!‌ You’ve come out​⁠‌ of the pavilion!”‍⁠

Diella,‍⁠‌ dressed in a beautiful ruffled dress‌ with a lovely​‍​ bow, looked like​ a proper young‍ noble. Finding her​ so charming, Miriela‌​‌ hurried to embrace⁠​ her.

“Ah,‌‌⁠ hello, Mother….”

“Diella.‌​​ My dear Diella.‌‍‌ I was so⁠ worried….”

“Don’t‍ be surprised, Mother.‍‍​ Diella recently managed​‍ to materialize magic⁠ and is now‍⁠ working hard to‍​⁠ master a one-star​ spell.”

“Really?‌​ Diella! You’ve worked​‍​ so hard! Oh,​‍ I must consider​‌ buying a wand​ or staff. Maybe​‌⁠ I should look​⁠​ in the magic‌⁠‍ shops of Ebelstain…”​

“Ha‍⁠ ha… Mother, it’s​⁠‌ too soon for‌⁠ that.”

Valerian⁠ gently scolded his​‍ mother with a smile. Mages who⁠⁠​ carried their own​⁠⁠ wand or staff‍‌ were typically intermediate-level⁠‌ practitioners of three‌‌ stars.

Even​​ then, many didn’t​ bother unless necessary,‍​⁠ since such magical⁠​⁠ items were quite‍‌ expensive.

It​ was an old‌‌​ habit of parents‌ to get excited⁠ over their children’s‌​ achievements as a sign of joy.‌‍⁠

“What’s‌⁠⁠ happened to bring​‍ such progress in‌⁠ such a short‌‌ time…? It’s like‍‌ the world has​​ changed.”

“Um…⁠ well….”

While‍‍‍ Diella hesitated, Valerian‌⁠‌ answered with a gentle smile.

“The​ new magic tutor‍ Aiselin brought has​​ played a major‌‌​ role.”

“Oh.‌⁠⁠ I must thank‌ him. Is he​ here in the⁠ mansion now?”

“Here‍​​ he is. This⁠‍ is Dereck, Mage‍⁠​ of Ebelstain.”

Standing⁠ among the servants,‌⁠ Dereck met Miriela’s​ gaze and greeted⁠ her calmly.

Miriela⁠‌⁠ approached with a sweet look in⁠ her eyes and‌‍​ spoke to Dereck.⁠⁠​

“My​‌ daughter owes you‌ so much. Are⁠ you a Mage​​ of Ebelstain?”

“Yes.‍‌‍ My name is​‌ Dereck.”

Miriela​⁠ spoke in a soft voice, her‍ smile warm.

“Diella‌ has changed magic‍ tutors often, but⁠⁠ you’ve achieved such‌‍ great results. I’m‌‍⁠ very grateful. I can’t just sit‌‌ idle—I want to​‍ send a token‌⁠‍ of appreciation from‌ our family… Could‌ you tell me‌‌⁠ your affiliation? I must express the‍ sincerity of House‍ Duplain.”

At​‌ those words, Valerian‍​ looked away uncomfortably,‌‍​ as did the​ other servants.

Dereck,⁠ observing the situation‌ from the corner​ of his eye,‌‍‌ seemed to understand⁠ what was happening.‌‌

“I‌​ have no family‌​ affiliation.”

“…Pardon?”‌⁠‌

“I‍⁠ am a commoner.”⁠

With⁠ that declaration, an‌ awkward silence fell‌ over the main‌​ hall of the​ ducal residence.

The⁠​ affectionate look Miriela⁠‍​ had given him,‌ as if seeing‍ a philanthropist, vanished,​‍ replaced by cold​⁠ indifference.

Dereck‍‌‌ already knew, after⁠‍ hearing the news⁠ from Valerian.

She‌ was the embodiment‌‍​ of aristocratic authority.​⁠‌

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