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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 120: Characters (1)

Chapter 120: Characters (1)

The⁠​ arrogant Lord Robain‍​‌ gazed at the⁠ dawn over the‌‍ mountains of Rotenheim.‍

The​ sunlight filtering through​ the morning air‍ seemed to symbolize⁠⁠ a kind of⁠ hope.

Feeling​ as though he​ had reached a turning point in‍‌​ his life, which​​ until now had​‍ been like turbulent‍ waves, he lowered⁠ his bloodstained sword⁠‌ for a moment⁠​‌ and took a deep breath.

The​​ monsters had been​​ exterminated, the family‌⁠​ crisis was over,‍ and life would​​​ go on.

In‌‌​ the end, all​‍ he held in‌ his hand was⁠⁠ a bloodied sword‌ and a bit⁠ of honor. He​‌ wondered where his‍​ true happiness lay‌ in that life.‍⁠

The​ young and arrogant​ noble finally understood.⁠‌​

Whenever​ he wished to​⁠‌ rest from his​‌ journey through life,‍​ that humble girl⁠​‌ who always patted‍​ his back with​ a steady gaze‌⁠‌ would return to​​‌ his mind.

Walking⁠⁠‍ unsteadily with his⁠⁠⁠ wounded body among⁠‍ the blood-soaked corpses⁠ of monsters, the⁠ arrogance that once​​ reached the heavens⁠‌​ faded away.

And⁠‍ at the end‌ of that long,⁠ dark trial, he⁠ wandered, searching for‍ the small woman​⁠ he had wanted⁠⁠ to hold in‌ his arms.

He⁠⁠ remembered that moment⁠​ when they had​ laughed together under‌‍​ a blanket in‍⁠⁠ a hut on⁠​ a stormy night,​​ and he also⁠‍⁠ saw himself pushing⁠‍​ her away because⁠ he could not⁠‍ overcome their difference​ in status.

At​‍ the end of​‍​ the battlefield, he‌​⁠ found the girl⁠‌ covered in blood,​ lying among the‍‌⁠ corpses of trolls,‌⁠ and fell to⁠⁠⁠ his knees before‍‍‌ her.

Lord​ Robain’s chin trembled​ as he began‌‌ to sob, holding⁠ Tracy’s body.

As​ he embraced her‌​​ with trembling arms,‌ the blood flowing⁠​‍ from the girl’s⁠ abdomen ran down​​ his forearm. With‍‌​ his warrior’s experience,‌⁠ Robain instantly understood‌ that the wound‌‌⁠ was beyond any⁠‌‌ hope of aid.‍⁠‍

Miraculously,‌‍ Tracy opened her‍ eyes and saw⁠‌⁠ the arrogant noble‌‌‌ weeping. With her‍ weakened body, the​‍ girl managed to⁠ touch Sir Robain’s⁠‌ face and gave⁠‌ him a faint​ smile.

“I’m⁠ glad I could‍​⁠ see you one‌‌‌ last time,” she‌ whispered.

Robain,‍ through his tears,‍‍‍ spoke to her.​​​

“Forgive​ me for rejecting‌‌ you. Forgive me⁠​ for letting my​ pride and the‌‌‍ difference in our⁠ status force you‌⁠‌ to sacrifice yourself.”​

“I​​‌ hesitated to marry⁠​⁠ you because of‍ my family’s will,​‍ and I pushed‌‍ you away. Yet,‍ you stayed on‌‌ the battlefield for‍ me.”

As‌​‍ Robain poured his‍​ apologies upon Tracy,‍‌⁠ she simply smiled⁠‌ sweetly, even as‌⁠‍ she bled out.⁠​⁠

“Instead⁠‍ of apologizing, tell‍ me that you‌ love me, Sir‍​‌ Robain.”

“Even‌ if my journey‍‌ through life was‌​​ short, I want‍‍ to hear you‍ say that you‍ love me before‌​‍ I go.”

At‌‍ those words, Robain,‌‍‌ crying, repeated to⁠‍‌ her again and​⁠⁠ again,

“I‍‌​ love you, Tracy.‍​ You were the​⁠‌ only meaning left‍​ in my empty​‍‌ life. It wasn’t‍​ because of my‌‌‍ family’s will or‍ our difference in‍ status that I let you go.‌​​ You were the‍ only woman I ever truly loved.”⁠‌

At​​⁠ those words, Tracy​‍⁠ smiled one last‍⁠⁠ time, as if​⁠ she were happy,‌ and slowly let⁠⁠‌ go of his‌⁠⁠ hand.

Robain​ looked with trembling‌⁠ eyes at the⁠⁠‍ girl, now without‌ strength.

Soon,​‌​ the vitality disappeared​⁠‍ from those eyes‌ that still smiled⁠ as if in‍⁠ peace.

Even‌⁠ so, the soft‍⁠‌ corners of her⁠​​ lips, slightly curved,‌⁠‌ seemed to tell⁠ Lord Robain, “It’s‍⁠​ all right.”

That⁠ smile lodged in‌ the noble’s heart​‍ like a thorn.‌​‌

Robain⁠​‌ wept over and​​​ over, holding the‍‌ small lifeless body​‌‌ in his arms.‌​​

The​​‌ war against the‌⁠‌ monsters was over.⁠⁠‍

The‍​⁠ sun rose radiant,⁠ dispersing the dreadful‍ air of the⁠ battlefield that had⁠ lasted all night.​‍

And​​‌ among it all,‍‍ one man remained​ alone, sobbing.

Tap.‍

“…..”‍⁠

Later‌‍⁠ that night, in‍ the noble district‌ of Ebelstein, in‌‍ Denise’s private residence.‌⁠⁠

Denise‌⁠‌ set down her​⁠‌ pen with a snap, leaned back​‍‌ in her chair,‌ and pursed her‍⁠⁠ lips in thought.⁠⁠

She⁠​ was in the‌‌ middle of writing​‍‍ the final volume​ of her self-proclaimed‌‌ epic, The Arrogant​‍ Lord Robain, after‌ years of research‌‌ and reflection.

Lord⁠ Robain, tormented between‍ his status, his⁠‍ family, and his⁠⁠ love for Tracy.​​

In⁠ the end, he⁠‍‍ wasted his time‌ in anguish and​‌‌ let Tracy go—a‌ tragic love story‍⁠ hurtling toward its​​ conclusion.

When⁠ she imagined the‍‌‌ scene in her⁠ mind, she felt‍⁠ quite satisfied, but‌‌‍ when she wrote‍​⁠ it down, something‌ was missing.

She⁠⁠ wondered if she‌‍ was ending the​ story on too⁠​ somber a note,​‌ but if she‍⁠⁠ didn’t, the message​‌ she wanted to‌‍‍ convey wouldn’t come‍​ across completely.

“…”​

Denise⁠‌ crossed her arms​⁠‍ and sat in​​‍ thought.

In⁠ the end, it‍ was something she‌ had forgotten over​‍ time—what she truly‍ wanted to convey.⁠‌⁠

When‌​⁠ she asked herself‌ what she wanted‍ to express with​ The Arrogant Lord​‌‍ Robain, she arrived‍​ at a somewhat‌‌ embarrassing answer.

She⁠ didn’t really know.​⁠⁠ She just wanted⁠‍‍ to write a story about a handsome, talented, cold-blooded⁠‍ noble who showed‍‍ warmth only toward‍‍​ his beloved—a romantic‍‌ tale that would‍‌​ make the heart​⁠​ race.

How‍ much philosophical depth⁠‍‌ or inner message⁠‌​ could there be​⁠‍ in something that‍​​ was, at its‍‌​ core, merely the‍ expression of a personal desire?

If​‌‌ she started looking‍⁠ for profound meaning‍‍ in something so⁠‌‍ simple, she felt‌ her back burn​⁠ with shame.

So‌​​ when she imagined‍ the white-haired mercenary‍ reading it seriously,⁠‍ she couldn’t help‌ but shudder.

If​​ it were a distant reader, someone‌ she would never​ meet, it would​​‌ be different.

But⁠‍‌ showing this to‌​‌ her teacher, whom​⁠‍ she saw every‍ day, was more‌‌ embarrassing than showing​‍⁠ him her naked⁠ body.

Even‍‍ so, the young‍‍⁠ woman couldn’t help​ but stare once⁠‌‌ more at what​⁠ she had written,⁠‍‌ lost in reflection.​​⁠

She‌‍​ wanted to find​⁠ a better direction‌​​ for her work.‌‌‌

Though‌ she pretended to⁠​⁠ be lazy and‌‌​ indifferent to everything,​ when she held​⁠ a pen, her‌‍‍ eyes became more‌‌‌ serious than anyone’s.‍

However,‍ it seemed difficult‌ to find a clear answer.

Lord‍ Robain’s torment and‍ inner conflict were​‍ not born from​⁠ a deep understanding​‌​ of the human⁠‌‍ soul, but rather‍​ from a collection​⁠⁠ of striking ideas​ gathered from various‌‍‍ places and molded‌ to seem convincing.‌‌

Even⁠⁠‍ so, it was‌⁠‍ said that the‍ characters in a story inevitably reflect​⁠ the mind of‍‍ their creator.

In‍‍‍ the tragic love​​‍ story between the​⁠‌ noble’s suffering, the‌ will of the‌ family, and Tracy’s‍​ low status, Denise​ couldn’t help but‌ wonder what she‍‌ should reveal and‍‌ what she should‍‍​ conceal.

Finally,​‍ Denise sighed deeply,​‍ gathered her shining‍ silver hair, and⁠ collapsed onto her​ bed.

The‌‍ night was long,⁠​⁠ and there was‍‌⁠ plenty of time—there​‍ was no need‌⁠‌ to worry yet.⁠‌⁠

Come‌ to think of‌‍ it, it was⁠ time to use⁠‌‍ Aiselin’s visit as⁠ an excuse to‌ observe the baron’s​‌‍ mansion in Ravenclaw.‍​⁠

“…”‍

Immersed​⁠​ in her creation⁠ and wandering through‍ another world, when‍ she finally returned​ to the present,‍ the weight of‍ reality pressed down⁠​‌ on her chest.‌

It⁠​ was something that​ had already been‍‌ decided in several​‍⁠ family meetings.

As⁠‌‍ an agent of⁠ the Beltus family,‌‌​ Denise was to⁠‍ find a way‍​ to bring down‌ Baron Dereck Lydorf⁠‍​ Ravenclaw.

It‍ would be useful‍ to find his​​ weaknesses, take advantage​ of trivial mistakes,‌‍ and if possible,‍‌​ inflict significant damage.‍‌

Ideally,‍ he would be​⁠ ruined and reduced​⁠ to a commoner‌​‌ who could be‍‌ used again.

If‌⁠‍ that happened, Grand⁠⁠ Duke Beltus would​‌ greet her with‍​ a more satisfied​‌‍ smile than ever.⁠‍

Then,‌‍ Denise’s peaceful life‌ would be assured,‌​⁠ and her authority⁠⁠⁠ within the family⁠‌ would be guaranteed.⁠​‌

Although‌ Denise had received‌⁠ great help from⁠‌​ Dereck in times‍ of distress and⁠ confusion, there was⁠ no alternative.

Betrayal⁠⁠​ and conspiracy were​​‌ far too common​‌ in that ruthless‌‍ aristocratic society.

Even‍⁠​ the children of​⁠‌ the most prestigious‌ families suspected one‍‍ another and engaged‌‌​ in psychological warfare,​‍⁠ so a rural⁠‌​ baron on the‌‍‍ outskirts would be‍⁠‌ no exception.

Denise‍​​ took a deep​ breath, covered her​‍ face with her⁠ hands, and exhaled⁠ heavily.

“I‌​ hadn’t planned a scene like this…”​

Was⁠‍ it a story​‍ from her novel—or⁠ from reality?

Even​‌ Denise herself could‌ no longer clearly⁠‌‍ tell which was⁠ which.

***‍

After‍ the great fall⁠ of the Duplain​‌ family, the noble⁠ power of southwestern‍​​ Ebelstein was divided‌‌⁠ between the Belmierd⁠ and Beltus families.⁠‌

That‍⁠ autumn, Countess Rodelia,‍ who had directly⁠​‌ received her title⁠ of countess from‍ Emperor Guttrel, rose‍‍ once again; however,‌​‍ she was still‍‌​ a recent force​ and could not‍ yet compare to​ the authority of‌ the other two‍‍‍ houses.

It⁠⁠‍ would take at‍‍​ least five years,‍‌ or even fifteen,‌​‍ for her to​ reach their level.⁠​⁠ Until then, Belmierd​‍⁠ and Beltus would‍⁠ continue to act​‍ as the true‍‌‍ rulers of the‍ southwest of the​‌ continent.

This‍⁠ situation was reflected‍ in the central​‍ city of Ebelstein,‌‌ and the Rosea‍​‍ Salon was, in‍‍⁠ practice, the domain‌​​ of Ellen and⁠ Denise.

Ellen⁠ had been born‌ with the temperament‍‍⁠ of a leader.‍

She‌​‌ possessed a natural‍‌‍ talent for guiding‍​ her followers and‍ leading groups. Though‍​ still young and‌​ inexperienced in some‌​ areas, it seemed​ certain that it​ wouldn’t be long‍ before she became​​‌ a lady like‍ her father, Count‌⁠ Belmierd.

On‍‍⁠ the other hand,⁠ Denise’s personality was​ difficult to understand.‍‌

She‍ wasn’t completely disinterested‌‌​ in political matters,​ but she also​ didn’t take decisive​​‌ steps forward.

Occasionally,‌ when important topics⁠‌ arose, she expressed⁠‌ her opinions clearly;⁠​ but in general,​ she maintained a non-interventionist attitude.

As‍‍⁠ a result, Denise‌‌​ had few followers,⁠ and her authority‍ within the family‍ was minimal compared‍‌ to Ellen’s.

Ellen⁠ was considered the⁠ true power of‌‌ the Belmierd family,‍‌ while Denise was‍​‍ merely a beautiful​‌ and intelligent daughter.‌⁠

The‍​ fact that she‍⁠‍ had lost the‍ position of heir‌‍ to her timid‌‍‌ and narrow-minded older‌ brother Robenalt was​‌ symbolic.

Although​​ Grand Duke Beltus‌ was obsessed with‍‌‍ the principle of⁠ primogeniture, he must​​ have realized that⁠ Robenalt lacked the‍‍ ability to lead‍‍ the Beltus family.⁠​

By‌‍ now, the key‍‍⁠ figures of the​​⁠ southwestern continent already‍⁠​ knew that Denise​ did not have‌⁠ the temperament of‌ a ruler, but‍⁠​ she was cunning‍ and quick-witted, which‌​​ made her more​ suitable as a chess piece.

In‌‌​ fact, Denise tended⁠​‌ to be lazy​⁠ and preferred to⁠ do things in⁠ the simplest way‍‌ possible, yet she⁠‍ always produced results.‍

Being⁠‍‍ diligent and being​ competent were not‌‍⁠ always equivalent concepts.​‍⁠

In‌⁠‍ truth, a lazy​⁠ but efficient person‌‍⁠ is valuable to⁠ have under your​ command; on the‍​‍ other hand, a diligent but incompetent⁠ one is far‌‌ more dangerous.

In⁠⁠‍ that sense, Denise‍⁠‌ could be considered‍ one of the​ most valuable people‌ in the Beltus‌ family.

She⁠‍​ had no ambitions‌ for power, no​ plans to rebel‍‍ against the family,⁠​ nor great aspirations;‍‌‌ the only thing⁠‌ she desired was⁠ a stable life.‌​

It⁠‍ was ironic that‍​‍ Ellen and Denise—so​‌ different in character‌⁠ and temperament—shared control​‍ of the Rose​ Salon.

“At⁠ the last meeting‌ of the Rose‌‍​ Hall, many people​‍ were worried about​‌ Miss Aiselin. Truly,‍ building good relationships​​⁠ is important. The​ Duplain family has⁠⁠⁠ already begun to‌ lose its power,⁠ but it seems‍ that the number⁠ of people interested​‍⁠ in Lady Aiselin‍⁠ keeps growing.”

Denise,‍⁠ who had arrived⁠‍⁠ by carriage from‌⁠ the Ebelstein mansion​⁠​ early that morning,​​ looked quite tired.​⁠‌

At​‌ the Rose Hall,‍‌ she acted as‌​‌ a refined noble⁠​⁠ lady, but she‍‌ didn’t seem to‌‌ want to maintain‍ that exhausting façade‍ in front of‌⁠‍ Dereck. She sighed​ deeply, her weary​⁠ eyes half-closed.

Her⁠ beautiful silver-gray hair​⁠ shone softly; Bella‌‍ had worked hard​⁠ to prepare her‌⁠ since early morning.​⁠

However,​‍‌ Denise carried herself‍⁠ with a casual‌‍ naturalness, in complete⁠‌ contrast to her⁠‍ elegant attire.

In‌‌ truth, she had​ long since stopped‍​ worrying about maintaining‍ her dignity in​‍​ front of Dereck.⁠‌⁠

“I⁠ see. But I didn’t expect Lady​ Denise to come⁠ in person.”

“Well,⁠​ it’s not like‌‌ I wanted to‌ cause a commotion‍‍‍ so early in‍ the morning. Since⁠​‍ Baron Ravenclaw refused⁠​ the visits of⁠‍ all the ladies‍‌ who wanted to‌⁠ see Lady Aiselin,​​‍ I received many‍ requests to come​⁠ and check on‍​​ her condition.”

“Lady⁠‍‍ Aiselin needs rest,⁠‍​ so it was‌ difficult to grant‌‍ permission.”

“Yes,‌ I understand. It’s‌​‍ not easy being‍ the daughter of⁠ a powerful family.⁠​⁠ Ah…”

As​‍‍ she descended the​​‍ carriage steps with​ her arms relaxed,‌‍ Dereck offered her‍‌ his hand.

Denise‍‌ looked at him⁠‍ briefly and let‍​ out a small‌‍‍ laugh before taking‍ his hand firmly‍​ to step down.​‍⁠

“My,​ it seems there⁠​ are more buildings‍ now. This is​ almost half the‌ size of our⁠⁠⁠ main estate in‍‍⁠ Beltus, isn’t it?”‍​‍

“Most​ of them are‍ new facilities built​⁠‍ with donated funds.”‌

“Well,⁠⁠​ even frontier nobles​⁠ are still nobles.​‌⁠ They wouldn’t tolerate‍‍ shabby buildings for‌⁠⁠ their daughters.”

Denise⁠​ let out a playful chuckle and⁠‌ walked alongside Dereck​‌⁠ toward the main⁠ building of the‌‍​ Ravenclaw mansion.

“How⁠ is Lady Aiselin?‌⁠‍ If I don’t⁠ find out, there‌ will be an⁠​​ uproar at the‍​‌ Rose Salon.”

“She’s​‌ much more stable​⁠‍ now. But as‌ a precaution, I recommended she rest​ for the entire⁠ week.”

“Yes,⁠‍ that’s something. I thought she was⁠‍ as strong as‍‍ steel. Even in⁠‌ the salon, I was constantly surprised​ at how diligent‍‌‌ someone could be…”‍‌

Denise‍ crossed her arms‍‌ and grew thoughtful​‌ for a moment.⁠

From‌‍ Dereck’s perspective, who⁠ until last month‌​ had been dealing⁠ with Ellen, she‌​‍ was an unfamiliar​ figure.

Ellen⁠‌ was always concerned​​ with authority and⁠⁠ prestige, even in⁠‍​ casual conversations, whereas​⁠⁠ Denise seemed to‍⁠ treat Dereck as⁠‌​ an equal.

However,‌‍​ Dereck’s sharp eye,‌‌⁠ trained from dealing‍ with nobles, noticed​‍⁠ something different.

Although‌​​ her ease and⁠​⁠ natural demeanor were‌‌ still present, he⁠ sensed a subtle‌ unease in Denise’s⁠​‌ behavior.

She​ was definitely different⁠‌ from the carefree​‍‌ girl who used​ to wander around‌ the Ebelstein mansion.​ It couldn’t be‌⁠​ explained simply as⁠‌‌ nervousness from being‍‌⁠ in an unfamiliar​ place.

From‌​​ time to time,‌‌‍ she cast furtive‍‍ glances at Dereck⁠​‌ or examined various‍​ parts of the​ building with unusual​​ attention.

But‌‍ it was difficult‍ to pinpoint the​⁠​ exact reason. Dereck⁠‌‌ wasn’t a mind‍‌‍ reader.

So​⁠ he asked directly.‍‌‍

“Is⁠ something wrong? You‌⁠​ seem uneasy.”

“Eh?‌‌ What?”

Denise‍ was startled and,⁠ after bringing a hand to her‍⁠ shining silver hair,⁠​‌ fiddled with the​ ends.

“Did‍​‌ I give you‍​‍ that impression? No,⁠⁠⁠ it’s just that⁠​ the mansion is‍‌ larger than I expected, so I feel a bit​‍ overwhelmed.”

“Ah,‍‌⁠ really?”

“Yes.⁠⁠⁠ When I first⁠ met Dereck, he‍⁠ was just a mercenary without a fixed residence, remember?‌ It seems like⁠‌ only a few​⁠​ years ago, but⁠ seeing you prosper‍⁠ like this is‍⁠⁠ something moving for‍​​ someone who’s seen‌ it up close.”​‌⁠

“Thank⁠‍​ you for thinking⁠⁠ of it that‌⁠⁠ way.”

“Oh,⁠‌ it’s nothing.”

Denise‍​‍ shook her head‌⁠​ and looked toward‌ the main building‌​ of the Ravenclaw‍​ barony.

“My‍ throat is dry⁠​‍ after the trip.‍ Let’s have some​‍​ tea to relax.”‍‌

“All‍‍​ right.”

As‍​‍ she said that,‍ Denise quickly moved‍ ahead, her attitude​⁠ slightly different from‍‌‍ before.

‘She’s‍ lying.’

Dereck‌ thought, resting his‌⁠‌ chin on one‍‌‌ hand and frowning.⁠⁠‌

‘But⁠​ why?’

Noble​‌ ladies were, by‌​⁠ nature, unpredictable.

It‍ didn’t seem like​​ something to worry‌⁠ too much about,⁠⁠​ but still, it​ was better to⁠⁠‍ stay alert.

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