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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 121: Characters (2)

Chapter 121: Characters (2)

“Dereck‌‌‌ seems more reliable‌ since he received‌ his title.”

Denise,‌‍ naturally perceptive, had⁠‌​ noticed that both​ Ellen and Aiselin⁠⁠⁠ harbored personal feelings⁠⁠ for Dereck.

The‍‌ fact that the‍ precious daughters of​​ Duplain and Belmierd​‌ were competing for⁠⁠⁠ the attention of⁠ a single man‌‌⁠ was a spectacle​ as troublesome as‍​ it was fascinating.‌

She‌⁠ was probably the​ only one aware‍​​ of it, so​‍ whenever she met‌‌‍ with Aiselin or​⁠ Ellen, she deliberately​ mentioned Dereck.

As⁠‍ a writer of​⁠‌ romance novels, Denise⁠‍ couldn’t help but‍‌‍ be even more‌​​ interested in the​​​ love intrigues of‌‌‌ high-ranking nobles; she‍​‍ thought that somehow,‍‌⁠ they could serve​ as inspiration.

“They​ say people change⁠ when their status‍‍‌ changes, and it⁠ seems that saying⁠ isn’t just empty‍ words.”

That‍​‍ was what she‍ said to the‌‍ newly arrived Ellen⁠ when she visited⁠‍‌ the barony of⁠‍‌ Ravenclaw under the‍ pretext of checking‍⁠‍ on Aiselin’s health.‌‌

Ellen,​‌‍ who was brushing‌‍‍ her shining red‌ hair, blushed slightly‌‍ at Denise’s words​ and replied,

“Yes,‌‍ you’re right.”

It​​‍ wasn’t common to‍‍​ see the usually‍ confident and proud​​‍ Ellen behaving so​‌ shyly.

Enjoying​ the reaction, Denise⁠⁠⁠ narrowed her eyes⁠ and smiled mischievously.‌​‌ To anyone who​‌​ knew the situation,‌⁠ the love was‌​ obvious.

The‌​⁠ place was the​‍ guest room of⁠ the Ravenclaw barony.⁠⁠

Although‌⁠‍ it was decorated‍‌‍ with as much‌ luxury as possible,‌⁠ it was still‌⁠ modest compared to‌⁠ the halls of⁠ the three great‍⁠​ families.

Seeing‍​ the young ladies⁠​‍ of Belmierd and‍‌ Beltus seated in⁠‌‍ such a remote‍​​ barony was something‍‌‌ almost unreal.

In‍‍ any case, since⁠⁠⁠ there was a connection through the​ Rose Hall, both⁠⁠‍ had come to⁠ visit Aiselin.

The⁠ topic of Baron⁠⁠ Ravenclaw would come‍‌ later.

“Well,‍‍⁠ catching up with​ Dereck is important,⁠‌‍ but today we‌‌ came to see‌ how Lady Aiselin‍⁠ is doing. They​‌ said she collapsed⁠‌ from overwork, and​‍‍ many people in​ the salon were​⁠‌ worried.”

“That’s⁠ right, Lady Ellen.⁠ The butler will‌ come soon to‍ report on her‌ condition.”

Shortly‌ after Denise’s arrival,‌‌ Ellen had also‌ arrived.

Unlike‍ Denise, who seemed⁠ quite relaxed, Ellen‌​ appeared strangely nervous‍‍‌ about the imminent​⁠ meeting with Aiselin.‍‌ What else could​​​ be expected? They​‌ were rivals.

Denise⁠‌‍ merely watched from⁠​‌ between them, exhaling‍​ softly through her‍ nose with amusement.⁠

The​ young ladies of‍ Duplain and Belmierd‍ fighting over the⁠ same man—there wasn’t​ a girl in⁠ the world who‌‌‍ wouldn’t be interested⁠⁠ in such a love story.

Besides,⁠ for Denise, it​‌​ was like watching⁠​​ a fire from⁠ across the river.‌‌

There’s⁠​ nothing more entertaining‍ than witnessing a quarrel, and for​⁠ girls their age,⁠​‌ a romantic rivalry‌ was irresistible—especially when‍ they could see⁠‍ it up close.‍‌

In‌​ the end, opinions‍‌‍ were divided on⁠ who would win​ Dereck’s heart—Ellen or‌‌ Aiselin.

But‍⁠ Denise leaned more‌‌ toward Aiselin.

No‍‍ matter how much​​‍ of an heiress‍ Ellen was, could‍ she compare to‌ Aiselin, who was‍‍ like a noble​ lily? She thought‍⁠ so, even without​⁠⁠ realizing it.

‘…Although,​⁠ now that I think about it,‌⁠ maybe not.’

They​ say love changes⁠‍ a woman.

Even‌‌ this Ellen, who​ always seemed more⁠ like a monarch‍‌‌ than a girl,‍⁠ would blush and‌‍⁠ act shyly when⁠‍ speaking of Dereck—if​ love was truly‌​ difficult and complex.‍‍

Denise,‍⁠ who spent her​⁠ days writing romance⁠‍​ novels, had never‍‍ truly felt the⁠ mysterious nature of⁠⁠‍ love. Naturally—she had⁠​‍ never experienced it.‍

Reading⁠‍ cheap romance novels‍ at the Ebelstein‌ bookstore and listening‌⁠ to the excited‍⁠ conversations of young​⁠‌ noblewomen at the​‌‌ salon wasn’t enough⁠ to understand how‌⁠ love could transform​⁠⁠ a person.

Even⁠⁠‌ so, she had​ thought about it⁠ a lot, and‌‌‌ her view of‌‍ love had become‍⁠‍ distorted.

She⁠​⁠ believed that love​ meant waiting for⁠​⁠ a prince on‍ a white horse‌‍ to come, take‌ the princess into​⁠ his arms, and‌⁠​ whisper sweet words—it‍ was almost childish‌​⁠ that she wrote​⁠‍ novels based on‍⁠ that idea.

In‍ short, Denise had‌ learned about love‍ only through books.⁠​⁠

But‌ unfortunately, she considered‌⁠ herself an expert​‍⁠ on the subject‌ just because of⁠‌‍ that.

‘Lady‍​ Ellen’s love is‍⁠⁠ sincere, but who​​‍ knows how it⁠​‌ will work in​‌⁠ a relationship between​‌ a man and​‍⁠ a woman. They⁠ say whoever falls⁠‍‍ in love first⁠ loses. So, whether‌‌⁠ it’s Lady Ellen​‍‌ or Lady Aiselin,​‌ both will end‍​‌ up losing to​‌ Dereck!’

That‍ was Denise’s reality—she​​‍ could only repeat‌ clichés.

‘I’m‍⁠ very curious to‌ see how Dereck⁠ will react. Very.’⁠​⁠

She​‌⁠ was thinking that⁠⁠ with a satisfied⁠‍‌ smile when—

— Create a reason⁠ to control that⁠ man. Meet with​‌‌ him often, stay​⁠ close, and find‌ his weaknesses.

It‍ was the message‌​⁠ of Grand Duke‍ Beltus.

Remembering‌‍‍ it sent a chill down her‌ spine.

It‍⁠⁠ was as if‍ she had been⁠⁠‍ dragged from a garden full of‍ flowers into a frozen reality while​ talking about love.‌⁠

The‍⁠ bright atmosphere of‍⁠⁠ the reception room​ turned as cold‌ as winter.

Yes,‌​ Denise had come​​⁠ as a member‍ of the Beltus‌‍‍ family, with the‌ mission to strike‍‌​ Dereck from behind​‍​ and take advantage‍​ of his weaknesses​⁠‍ to shut down‍​⁠ the Ravenclaw training‌​ center.

Denise⁠⁠‌ would betray Dereck.⁠‍⁠ That fact was​⁠ already decided.

She​‍ couldn’t go against‍ the will of‍ the Beltus family,⁠ to whom she⁠‍⁠ had devoted her‌ life.

Denise‍​⁠ could only exist‌⁠ as someone valuable⁠‍⁠ because she was​ the favored lady​‍ of House Beltus.‌‌‌

“…”‍‍

Speaking‍‍​ with Dereck in‍‌ a friendly environment‍ was only temporary.‌‍

Someday,⁠ Dereck would inevitably⁠‍ look at her‌⁠ with resentment, and‍ the day of​⁠ enmity would come.​⁠

As​⁠ long as Grand⁠ Duke Beltus’s policy‌‌ remained firm in‍‌ restraining and bringing‍‌‍ down Dereck, she⁠​‍ could never maintain⁠ a special relationship‍⁠‍ with him.

That​​ fact was like⁠ a thorn lodged‍⁠‌ in the girl’s‌⁠ heart.

Ellen,⁠​⁠ who sincerely wished​‌ to win Dereck’s⁠ heart, and Aiselin‍⁠​ belonged to a completely different world‌ from Denise.

They‌⁠ were the true‍ forces driving their‍ families, while Denise​‍ was nothing more⁠‌ than a pawn‍‍‌ on the ducal‌⁠‍ chessboard.

Realizing⁠​⁠ that difference, Denise‍ quietly lowered her⁠‌ gaze.

Ellen,‍⁠ the powerful heiress​‍‍ of Belmierd, stood​⁠ before her like‍ a flower growing⁠​‌ alone on a cliff.

***⁠‌⁠

Denise‍‍‌ usually strolled through‍⁠ the mansion with⁠ a carefree mind,​ but when she‍​ began to think​ seriously, her eyes​‍‌ would sharpen.

After⁠ a brief conversation​ with Ellen, she⁠​‌ went out to​‍ the garden to⁠⁠​ get some fresh‍ air.

‘The​ building looks luxurious,​⁠​ but it was‌ built hastily, so⁠⁠ its structure isn’t​‍⁠ solid. If a major natural disaster‌‌ occurred, there could‍ be problems.’

‘There’s⁠‌ a mountain behind‍ the baron’s mansion.‍​ If an artificial‌ landslide were triggered‌​ or the water‍ flow altered, it⁠​ could cause significant​​‌ damage during heavy‍ rain.’

Just‍⁠ by walking a few times through‌⁠ the Ravenclaw mansion,​⁠‌ Denise could identify‌‌ the weaknesses of⁠⁠ the territory at‍ a single glance.​

She​⁠ was someone who​ tended to tire‌ easily because of​​ her quick thinking,⁠⁠‌ but thanks to​‍‍ the physical training‌⁠⁠ Dereck had given​‌⁠ her for a long time, she‍​ no longer became‌‍​ exhausted so easily.​‍

Denise​‌ crossed the garden​⁠​ with the appearance⁠‌‍ of an elegant​​ lady, her dress​ trailing behind her.​‌ Her silver hair‌ fluttered in the⁠‌ wind, and the⁠‍‍ scent of flowers​‍‍ clung to her‌‍ clothes.

‘Being⁠‍ next to Beltus‌​ territory could be​‌‍ a great advantage.⁠​​ If we impose​‌‌ heavy tariffs and⁠‍ tolls only on‍‍⁠ the border trade​‌ routes, it will‍​ surely affect the‍‌ supply of goods‌‍ to the Ravenclaw⁠‍‌ barony.’

‘From​ the perspective of‌⁠ the Beltus family,⁠⁠‍ maintaining control wouldn’t​‌ be difficult. However,⁠‌‌ such pressure would‍⁠‌ require political justification,⁠ and since Dereck​⁠⁠ is under Lord‌‌ Melverot’s protection, it⁠​ would be dangerous​‍⁠ to impose such‌‍​ measures openly. Using‌‌ obvious tricks wouldn’t‌ be wise.’

The‌ young noble ladies​​⁠ of the Ravenclaw‍ training center were⁠‌ astonished to see⁠‌ the lady of⁠ House Beltus walking​ through the garden.​‍

In⁠​‌ the noble society‍⁠ of Ebelstein, it⁠⁠⁠ was difficult even​‍ to speak with​ someone of such​⁠‍ high rank; they​‍ could only see⁠​ her from afar‌‍ thanks to being⁠‌​ enrolled at the​ center.

Rumors⁠ were already spreading⁠ among the students​‍ that the true​​ figures of power⁠⁠ from the Rose‍‍ Salon occasionally appeared‌​‌ at the training‍​​ center.

They‍ didn’t dare address‍⁠‍ Denise; they only‌‌​ watched her from‌‌​ afar, whispering and‍⁠ blushing.

Used⁠‍ to such gazes,⁠‌⁠ Denise continued to‌⁠‍ observe the baron’s​⁠ mansion in silence,⁠‍‍ showing no concern.‌⁠⁠

‘There’s​⁠​ still a lack‍‌ of personnel for‌‌ the size of​ the territory, and​‌ almost no preparation‌ against monster attacks.‌ The poor security‌​ management means it​ would be easy‍ to cause incidents⁠ if we acted⁠⁠‍ from the shadows.’​⁠‍

‘The⁠ lack of security​⁠ in a place⁠‍⁠ where young ladies‌‌ from noble families⁠ gather is a fatal flaw. If⁠​​ the Beltus family‌ were to hire‍ a few people‌‍ to cause disturbing​ incidents, the heads​​ of the families​​ who sent their​⁠ daughters here would⁠⁠‌ grow uneasy.’

‘That‌ would contribute to‌⁠​ the deterioration of‍​ the reputation of‌‌​ the Ravenclaw Training⁠‍‌ Center. It seems⁠⁠ like a realistic​​​ plan.’

Just​‍‌ a few glances‍ were enough for‌ all kinds of⁠⁠ intrigues and strategies‍‍ to come to‍ Denise’s mind.

But‍⁠‌ suddenly, feeling a wave of emptiness,‍ Denise let out‌⁠‌ a long sigh​ and sat down​ on a nearby​‍‍ bench.

With‍‍ her head lowered,​ she extended her​ hand in front​ of her and⁠​ opened and closed‌‌‌ it a few⁠ times.

Magic‍ gathered in her⁠‌‌ palm, then dispersed⁠‌‍ and vanished.

Even‍ the way she⁠⁠‌ handled magic had‍​⁠ become much more⁠ skillful than before,⁠⁠‌ reaching almost the⁠⁠ level of a high-ranking mage when​‌ it came to‌‌‍ detection magic.

If‌‌‍ she had to‌​​ attribute that progress‌‍​ to someone, she‍‌‌ couldn’t deny it—the‍ foundations Dereck had⁠​‍ taught her remained​‌‌ within her and⁠‌ still exerted their⁠​ influence.

Tracing‍ back the origin‌⁠​ of Denise’s magic,‍‍ much of it‌‌‌ came from what⁠ Dereck had awakened‍ inside her.

‘…’​​

To⁠ repay kindness with​ betrayal.

Though‌‍​ it seemed cruel,‌ there was no‌ other choice. Denise‍⁠ clenched her teeth⁠ at the thought.‍‌

In​​ the cold aristocratic‌​ society, anyone who​ allowed themselves to​⁠ be swayed by⁠ human emotions was​⁠​ eliminated instantly.

Even​ if one formed​⁠​ bonds and received‌​‍ kindness, there were‍‍ times when it​ was necessary to​​‌ tear them apart​ and move on.‌​

That​​ was the only⁠⁠ way to survive​ in that merciless‍​‍ world.

Even⁠‌ so, thinking of​ Dereck—and his occasionally‌‌‍ calm face—made her⁠​ heart waver and​ her mind tangle.​‌

Denise‍⁠‍ was still gritting​‍ her teeth when⁠⁠⁠ it happened.

“It⁠⁠‌ seems you have‍⁠ a lot on‌ your mind.”

“Eek!”‍

Startled,​ she looked up‌⁠‍ and saw Dereck‌⁠ shaking magical residue​‍​ off his hands.‌

It‍‍ seemed he had​ been practicing behind⁠ the garden.

Denise⁠ stammered, unsure what‍​⁠ to say. But‌‌ Dereck, unbothered, sat​‌‍ beside her on‍ the bench and​‍​ spoke in a calm voice.

“Your⁠ expression has been​​⁠ tense since I arrived this morning.‌‌ Is something happening⁠​‍ at home?”

“Oh,​‌ no… it’s not‍​ that. You even‌‍‌ notice my expressions.‍‍‌ You’re very observant,​ Dereck.”

“It’s‌ not observation. We’ve‌⁠ known each other​ for a long​‍ time; it’s not‍‍⁠ strange to notice⁠⁠ when something isn’t‌​‌ right.”

“Well,‍ there’s no need‍ to worry so​⁠ much. Everyone has‍ worries. I also‌​ have some that‍ I can’t share‍‌​ with anyone.”

“I‍‌ see. You’re right⁠ about that.”

Dereck‌​‌ said in a calm tone, leaning‌‍​ back on the‍ bench.

Then​⁠‌ he reached out,​‌ removed a few‌​‍ leaves that had‌ gotten caught at​ Denise’s waist, and‍‌ threw them into​​​ the flowerbed.

Only⁠​‍ then did Denise‍‌‌ realize her appearance‍⁠ was a bit‍‍​ disheveled and held‌⁠‍ her breath.

“In‍ truth, I’m the​​‌ same. My goal​⁠ was to become‍‌​ a high-ranking mage​‌ by training without​ rest, but lately,​ unexpected worries have‍‌ piled up.”

“You‍‍‌ have worries too,‍​ Dereck?”

To‌‍ find the weaknesses‌ of that seemingly‌‍ perfect man—

That‍‌‍ was the order‌ Denise had received‍ from Grand Duke‍‌​ Beltus.

If‍‍‍ Dereck revealed his‍ concerns directly, it‍ would be very​⁠⁠ useful to her.‍⁠

“When‍ Lady Aiselin collapsed​‍‌ from overwork, I learned a lot.‌​ This barony, this​ title—they didn’t mean⁠ anything to me‌‍‍ at first.”

Dereck‌​‌ rested his staff‍‍ to one side‍‍⁠ and spoke calmly,⁠ passing a hand‌‍ over his knee.​

“To⁠⁠ become a higher-level‍‍ mage, I needed⁠‌​ a title and⁠ land, so I somehow obtained them.‌⁠ But before I knew it, I already had vassals,​ servants, and people‍ who trusted and‍⁠ depended on me.”‌‍

Dereck‍⁠ was speaking more‌ than usual.

Denise‍​‌ watched him with​​ curiosity.

The​‌⁠ Dereck she knew‍​ was usually quiet⁠​ and reserved, never​‌ uttering unnecessary words.​

Even‍⁠ so, everything he⁠ said now had‌⁠ a clear purpose.​​

“When​​‌ things reach that​‌​ point, isn’t it‍​⁠ natural not to​ sit idly by?”​

“Yes.​ Dereck, you’ve truly‌‍ become a noble.”⁠

“Well,⁠⁠ I still have​ much to learn,‌⁠ but I did⁠ understand one thing—when‍ you have the‌​ chance to do​ something, you have​‌‍ to do it⁠ right.”

“Hmm?”⁠

Dereck‌⁠ was looking at‌​ Denise with a deep seriousness.

When‍ Aiselin collapsed from​​​ exhaustion, Dereck realized⁠⁠⁠ something—nothing in this⁠⁠​ world is guaranteed.‌​

One‌ must never take​​ for granted those⁠‌ who show kindness,​​ who sacrifice themselves,​‍ or who help.‌‌⁠

We‍ must pay attention⁠‌‍ even to the​​‌ smallest changes.

Having‍ lived as a mercenary in a merciless society, it⁠ was natural that‍⁠ there had been‍ something lacking. Dereck‍​ had realized that.​‍​

Having​‌ taken Aiselin’s dedication​​ for granted until‌⁠ she collapsed had‍‍ been the trigger.‍‍​

Dereck‌ wasn’t a man‌‌ without faults, but‍‍ he never made‌‍‍ the same mistake⁠ twice.

Only⁠ then did Denise​⁠​ understand the intention​ behind his words.‌

His‌⁠⁠ sharp eyes had⁠‌ clearly noticed her‍ unease, and once⁠ Dereck detected something⁠ like that, he⁠‌‌ never ignored it.⁠

‘Ugh…’‍

In‍ short, Dereck was‍⁠⁠ telling her, in⁠‍‍ his own way,‍‌ that if there‌ was something troubling⁠ her, she could⁠​ talk about it.‌

His‍‍ voice was as​‍​ dry as ever,‌ but understanding the‌⁠‌ concern hidden behind⁠ it made it​​⁠ strangely uncomfortable.

That‍ man knew how⁠‍ to show interest​⁠‌ without being emotionally⁠ burdensome.

It⁠ was no wonder‍‍ that both Ellen‍⁠‌ and Aiselin were​‌​ drawn to him.⁠​

Even‍ as she admired‍‌‍ him, Denise again‍ felt a weight​‍ in her chest.‌‍​

Because,⁠‌ deep down, the​‌​ reason for her‍‌​ distress was precisely​‍ that man—and she‌⁠‌ couldn’t confess it.​⁠‍

Trying​ to dodge the‌ topic wouldn’t work‍⁠‍ with Dereck, so⁠ she had no‍‍ choice but to‌‌⁠ change the subject.​‌⁠

“Well,‍‍⁠ it’s nothing serious.​ Lately I’ve been‍‍ about to finish‍‌‌ The Arrogant Lord‍‌ Robain.”

“Ah,​​‍ really? I’m looking⁠⁠‍ forward to it.”‍‍‌

“Well,⁠ there’s not much⁠⁠‍ to look forward‌‍ to. But the​‍‌ ending I wrote‌ is a little‌⁠ different from what⁠⁠ I originally thought…‍⁠ I wonder if​ it’s all right​ that way. That’s‌⁠ why you saw⁠ me looking so⁠ pensive.”

“I​‌⁠ see. If it’s‍⁠ that kind of⁠‍ concern, there’s not​ much I can‌‌​ do.”

“That’s‍ why I told‍ you it was‍‍ nothing.”

Denise‍‌‍ let out a small laugh and‍​‌ also leaned back‍‌ on the bench.⁠‌

As​‍‍ they sat side‌⁠ by side under‌⁠​ the warm late⁠ autumn sunlight, she‌⁠‌ felt a strange​‌​ sense of calm.‌​⁠ That man called​‌​ Dereck was bothersome⁠ and troublesome, yet‌ by his side‍‍‍ she always felt‌‍ at peace.

“If‌​ your worries show‍‌⁠ so clearly on​‌ your face, you⁠​​ should reflect on​⁠‍ that. Even if‍ your heart is‌‍‍ full of anxiety,‍​⁠ you must maintain⁠​⁠ the appearance of​‌​ a dignified flower.”‍⁠

“Well,⁠​ as you said,‍ everyone lives with⁠‌‍ some worries.”

“Exactly.‍‍​ It’s not something‌​​ worth tormenting yourself‌ over. Why? Are‌⁠⁠ you afraid I’ll⁠ faint like Lady‌ Aiselin? Hahaha.”

Denise‌​⁠ said this laughing​‌‍ lightly. Her expression⁠ seemed innocent, but​​⁠ at the same‍ time carried a mischievous nuance, making‌‍ her a girl‍ of a thousand‍ faces.

She​⁠ wasn’t inherently noble‍‌⁠ like Aiselin, nor⁠⁠ was she born⁠​ with Ellen’s natural⁠ authority.

But‍ she was a fox with her‌‍‍ tail hidden beneath​ her frilled dress—lazy‍ by nature, though‌‌ when she used‍⁠‍ her mind, even⁠‍‌ the most experienced‍‍​ hunters gave up​‌‍ trying to catch⁠ her.

“Well,‍⁠ Lady Aiselin will​‍‍ soon finish getting‍‌‍ ready and come‌ out to the⁠​​ reception room. If‍‌ you want to‍‌ talk to her,‌ you should go⁠‍​ now.”

“Oh,⁠ thank you very‍ much. Since I’ve⁠​‍ come all this⁠‍ way, I should⁠‌ speak with Lady⁠ Aiselin as well.⁠ Dereck, are you⁠ busy with your​‌​ training?”

“I‍‌ have some free‌ time today, but‌‌ there are still‌ pending matters. Sorry‍ for not being⁠‍ able to properly‍‌ attend to you.”​

“Attend⁠⁠ to me? This‍‍ is already more‍‌ than enough.”

After‌​ exchanging a few⁠​‌ formal words, Dereck‌‍​ stood up.

In​‍ any case, the‌ fact that he​​‌ worried about her​⁠‌ was something she⁠​ appreciated, so Denise‌ felt a little​ relieved.

Though‍⁠ she couldn’t tell​‌ him that he⁠​⁠ himself was the​​​ cause of her‌‍ worries, confirming that⁠​⁠ Dereck trusted her⁠ gave her a strange sense of​​⁠ satisfaction.

Thus,‍‍ Denise smiled, pleased‍ to have handled​‌​ the situation perfectly.‌

“Ah,​​⁠ Lady Denise. Now‍​ that I remember,​⁠ I should tell‍‍​ you something.”

Dereck​ picked up the‌‍‍ staff he had‌‌‌ left by the‍‍⁠ bench, adjusted his⁠‌‍ cloak, and spoke​‌⁠ as if making⁠‌‌ a casual remark.⁠

Just⁠ as Denise, with⁠ a relaxed expression,⁠‍ was about to‍​‌ ask what it​‌​ was about, she‍‌⁠ heard—

“If‌‌ it ever becomes‍‌ necessary, you can⁠​ hit me on​ the back of‌ the head.”

At​⁠‍ that instant, Denise’s​‌ breath stopped.

She‍⁠​ held back the‍⁠ sound that almost‌​ escaped reflexively, but⁠​‍ she couldn’t immediately‍ decide how to‌⁠ respond to those‍‍‌ words that pierced⁠‍‌ straight through her.‍​‍

She‌ stood up abruptly,​‍⁠ eyes wide open,‍⁠ staring at Dereck.⁠‌

However,‍‍ he didn’t seem‌‍​ to give it‍‍ any importance.

“I​‌‌ understand your situation.”​‌​

Before​ Denise could utter‍ a word, Dereck⁠​ was already putting​ away his things​‌⁠ and leaving the‍‌‍ garden.

She‌ could only watch,​‍ eyes still wide,‍ as he slung​ the leather bag‍ over his shoulder‌‍ and headed toward​‌ the training center.‌

***‍‍

‘It‍‌ seems the Beltus⁠‌‍ side will start​‍ watching us. It‍​⁠ was about time.’​‌

On‌‌‌ the path of‌ power, there are‌​ always those who‌​⁠ try to bring‌​ you down.

Dereck,‌⁠ with the leather‍ bag over his‍ shoulder and his​​ staff strapped horizontally‍​ to his waist,​ walked steadily toward​​⁠ the main building.​

‘I‌‍‌ don’t know what‌‌‌ method they’ll use,‍⁠ but right now​‍⁠ there are too⁠‌ many gaps in⁠ the residence. We‍ need more personnel,​‌⁠ and it’s far⁠‍ too difficult to‍​ fight a battle‌ of wills against‌‌​ someone like the⁠‌‍ Grand Duke alone.’​​⁠

Although‍‌⁠ Melverot, from the‌ Rochester territory, protected​⁠‍ him, the physical⁠‌⁠ distance was immense.⁠

He‌ lived in the⁠​ snowy lands at⁠⁠ the far north‍‌​ of the continent.⁠‌⁠

Unless​‌ the enemy acted⁠ openly, it would‍‌ be impossible to‌​ defend against all‌‍ his schemes. Before​ the psychological warfare​ intensified, it was‍‍‌ necessary to secure⁠ the support of‍‌​ an influential figure‍​‌ in the southwest‍‌​ with authority comparable‍ to that of​⁠​ Grand Duke Beltus.⁠‌

But⁠ who could stand‌​‍ against the head⁠‌​ of the Beltus‍‍ family, one of​ the most prestigious​​ in the southwest?‌​⁠

It‍‍ was hard to​​​ name anyone like⁠ that—but luckily, there‌‍ was one person​​‍ within Dereck’s reach.⁠​⁠

Creak.‌

“Good‌‌⁠ morning.”

Dereck‍‍⁠ opened the door⁠ to the guest‍‌‌ room and entered.​​

The⁠​ red-haired young lady,‌⁠ who had been‌ reading a book​‍ alone, immediately turned⁠ her head.

Seeing‌‌‌ the man suddenly‍⁠ appear startled her,​ and she hurried‌⁠‍ to fix her⁠ disheveled appearance from‌‌ resting.

The​⁠ unexpected visit from‍​⁠ Dereck wasn’t good‌⁠ for her heart.‍

“D-Dereck?”​​

“It’s‍​ been a while,​​‌ Lady Ellen.”

The‌‍‍ only power in⁠ the southwest of⁠‌​ the continent capable‌ of challenging Beltus’s‍​ authority was the‌‌​ Belmierd family.

Some‍‌‌ might consider it‌ arrogant, but Dereck‍ was quite sure.​

Belmierd‍‍​ would side with‍​ the Ravenclaw barony.​‌

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