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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 126: Characters (7)

Chapter 126: Characters (7)

“The⁠‌ Duchy of Beltus‍​ is located in‌ the innermost region‍ of the southwest‍‌‍ of the continent,​ bordering the Roben⁠ Mountains to the‌‌​ north, the County​ of Belmierd to‌⁠‌ the southwest, and‍‌ the Delros Plain⁠⁠⁠ to the east.‌‌ The main cities‌‌ are the commercial​‌ hub of Ropellen,⁠ the city of‍ transformation magic in‌‍⁠ the northwest, Stonecrown,​‍⁠ and the religious‍ city situated on‍ the outskirts of‌⁠‍ the Lorm River,⁠⁠ Heln.”

“The‌‍ exact location of⁠⁠‌ the Beltus mansion?”‌

“It​‍‌ is located in‌​ the Abiton Hills,‌ in the center⁠ of the duchy.‍⁠⁠ It is surrounded‌ by dense forests⁠​ that form a natural defensive line,⁠​‍ and the estate‌⁠‍ is vast and⁠ heavily guarded, making⁠ it difficult to​‌​ approach.”

Dereck‌⁠ listened to the‍⁠ report from the​ butler, Delbritton, as⁠⁠ he walked down‍‌​ the hallway of‍⁠ the Baron of​ Ravenclaw’s mansion.

Following⁠ behind him, with⁠​ light steps, was‍‍ Pheline, humming a tune, and also⁠‍‌ Aiselin, who watched‌⁠ him with worried⁠‍​ eyes.

Delbritton,​ head held high,‍⁠‍ maintained his dignity​ as the chief⁠‌⁠ butler while he​ spoke.

“I‌⁠‍ have visited the⁠‌ Beltus mansion before.”‍‌

“Really?”⁠‌​

“When⁠‌ I was a young assistant, I went several times‍⁠⁠ to deliver letters‍​‍ or meet carriages.”⁠‌‌

Butler‌​ Delbriton had extensive⁠ experience from his‌​‍ days working in‌ the Rochester Duchy.‍‍‌ It wasn’t unusual⁠ for him to⁠‌ have visited several⁠ noble mansions on‌⁠‍ official business.

While⁠‌‍ cleaning his golden-rimmed​‌⁠ glasses, Delbriton kept‍⁠ pace with Dereck’s⁠‌ quick steps.

“With‍‌ the five-story main⁠⁠​ building at the​ center, the eastern​‌ tower houses a seven-story magical research‍​‍ institute, and the​ western spire is‌​⁠ occupied by the⁠‌ military command. The​‍‍ southern part of​​⁠ the estate is⁠ entirely a garden—so​ large that one⁠ cannot tell whether‍ it’s a garden‌ or a forest.”‍

What⁠⁠ is the shape​ of the Grand⁠⁠ Duke’s mansion like?​​‍

Dereck​ had also stayed‌​ in the Duplain⁠‍‍ mansion during its​‌ golden age.

In‍‍ a mansion of‌ that scale, it‍​ wouldn’t be strange‌ to feel as‍ though there were‍‌ an entire forest‌‍ within its grounds.⁠​‍

“Baron.”‍‌

Suddenly,​ butler Delbriton called‍​ out to Dereck​ in an even‌ graver voice.

Dereck‌‍ looked at him‍ with an indifferent⁠‌ expression.

“What‌​ is it?”

“Are⁠ you considering… a military action?”

“…”‍⁠⁠

To‍‌​ an outside observer,‍‌‌ it would have‍‌​ sounded absurd.

The​⁠⁠ Grand Duchy of‌‌​ Beltus’s territory encompassed⁠⁠‍ three major cities,‍​ and if one⁠ included the towns‌‍ and villages, the​⁠⁠ number easily surpassed‌ twenty.

It​‍​ was not something‍‌⁠ with which the⁠⁠⁠ small Barony of‍ Ravenclaw, which barely‍ managed a few⁠ hundred inhabitants, could‍​ compete.

However,​‍ Delbriton asked Dereck‌ with serious eyes.⁠‍

To‍⁠ Delbriton, Dereck was​‍ a man capable⁠ of challenging even​ a colossal duchy‌ if he set⁠ his mind to‍​‌ it.

“Of⁠‍⁠ course. Though the⁠⁠ barony’s private soldiers‍ are modest, I plan to gather‌ forces from here⁠⁠‌ and there. Nobles⁠‌​ tend to unite‌⁠‌ when there’s a cause.”

“…”‍‍

“The​‍ structure of the‍​‍ Beltus ducal mansion​‌ doesn’t seem very‍‍​ different from the‌⁠ ducal mansions of‌​⁠ Rochester or Duplain.‌ Although it’s larger,‌​ the structures of‌⁠ noble mansions share‌⁠ many similar parts‌⁠​ when you observe⁠⁠ them closely.”

Dereck​ entered the reception⁠‌ hall and spread⁠ a parchment over‍​​ the table.

On‍‍ the blank parchment,⁠⁠⁠ he drew a rectangle with a quill and quickly​⁠ sketched symbols representing⁠‍ the structures within.⁠⁠

Central‌ building. Eastern magic⁠​‌ tower. Western military‍ command. Southern garden.⁠
Northern training grounds.‌‍

Though‌​ detailed information about‌ the internal structure​⁠ and defense system‌ still needed to‍‌ be gathered, the​ general layout wasn’t‍⁠ difficult to outline.​​‌

“The⁠‍⁠ eastern magic tower⁠​ is probably guarded​ by the eldest​ son, Robenalt. Since​ it’s the facility‌​‌ that manages all​‌ the mansion’s protective‍ magic, the most‌‍ important person will​⁠ be there.”

“I‍ met Prince Robenalt‍ at a social‌ gathering.”

Aiselin,‌ who had followed‍ into the reception⁠​ hall, recalled.

“His⁠⁠ appearance is striking‍‌ and his manners​‍‍ elegant, which made​‍ many young noble​ ladies favor him,⁠ but he had​⁠​ a strange tendency​⁠‍ toward self-deprecation and‌​ a somewhat sinister‍⁠⁠ aura, which made⁠ him unappealing.”

“And​ his magical skill?”​

“Excellent​⁠‍ for his age,‍‌⁠ but honestly, he‍ can’t compare to‍​ you, Lord Dereck.”‍​‍

Although‌‍ his name was⁠‍ famous as heir‍‌‍ to the Beltus‌‌‌ family, it was‌‌ said that his‌‌ qualities as a ruler were far⁠​ inferior to Denise’s.​

Even​‌‌ so, the Grand‍⁠⁠ Duke Beltus seemed‍ reluctant to remove‍ him as heir.⁠​

Probably⁠ because he was⁠ far more useful​​‍ as a puppet​ than Denise.

Dereck⁠‌ organized his thoughts‍‍ and then turned‍⁠​ his gaze to​ the western spire.⁠

The‍‌‌ center of the​​ military garrison. That⁠‌⁠ was where the​​‍ mercenary group led​ by the retired‍ General Orel was⁠⁠ stationed.

Though⁠ the Grand Duke‌⁠ Beltus’s private soldiers‍‍ were modest in‍⁠‌ number, he had‍ installed Orel’s mercenary​ group within his​‍ territory.

The‍‍⁠ maintenance cost was‌⁠ astronomical, but it⁠‌‍ was said the‍⁠ mercenaries were worth​ every coin.

Pheline⁠​ followed very close​‌​ behind Dereck and​ whispered softly.

“Yes.‍‍ It’s exactly the​ Orel Mercenary Corps,‌‍‍ led by Orel‌​ the One-Eyed. Though‍‌⁠ capturing nobles is‍ fun, the thought‌ of seeing the⁠ most famous man‍‌‌ in the mercenary‍⁠​ world makes me⁠⁠​ smile.”

A satisfied smile appeared‍⁠ on her face.‍‌

“Uncle‍⁠ Jayden would be‌​‌ thrilled to hear‍‌ this news after‍⁠ so long.”

When⁠‍ Dereck looked at‍⁠​ her with narrowed​ eyes, Pheline cleared‍‍⁠ her throat and​‍‍ straightened up.

With‌‌‌ Aiselin and Delbritton‌ right beside them,⁠​ it wouldn’t be‍‌ wise to show​‌​ hostility toward nobles.‌⁠

Pheline⁠ seemed to understand​​ what his look‌ meant, because she⁠ began humming again,‍‍‍ feigning indifference.

“The‌​ Grand Duke Beltus​ should be in​ his office at‌ the top of‌ the central building.‍‍ When the operation⁠‌‌ begins, to bring⁠ him down, we’ll‌ need to disable⁠⁠‌ the protective magic‌ of the eastern‌⁠​ tower and subdue‍​​ the Orel Mercenary⁠‍⁠ Corps in the​⁠‍ western garrison.”

“Considering‍⁠ the size of‍‌ that mansion, we’ll‍​ need a lot‌‌ of external help.”‌​⁠

“Don’t​ worry, Delbriton. We​⁠​ plan to get​​ help from Count​‌ Belmierd and the​​⁠ Beldern Mercenary Corps⁠‌⁠ for the western⁠‌ tower, and resolve‍​ the protective magic​​ of the eastern‌ tower with Viscount‍‌‌ Renwell—or rather, Count​​ Renwell now.”

To⁠​ subdue the duke’s‌ mansion in one‌‍ strike, it was​ necessary to form⁠​⁠ an allied force.‌‌

And‍‍‌ Dereck had already‌ mapped out the‍ entire picture. From​ the moment Beltus​ showed hostility toward⁠‌⁠ him, his counterattack‌ plan had already⁠‌​ begun.

In‍​ the savage world⁠⁠⁠ where enemies lurked​​ everywhere, one never​‍⁠ knew when a predator would appear⁠⁠ to bite your‌⁠ neck.

That’s​‍ why—you bite first‌⁠‌ before being bitten.‍​

Leap‍​ and cut off‍ the enemy’s breath‌‍​ before being attacked,​ and strike the‍ back of the‍‌‌ neck before they⁠​‌ strike yours.

That​‌‌ was the law​ of survival for‍​ those who had‍ clawed their way‌​⁠ up from the​‍⁠ bottom.

“We’re‍‍‌ almost ready.”

***‍⁠

A messenger pigeon flew⁠ toward the window⁠ frame of Count‍​ Belmierd’s estate.

A red-haired girl extended​ her slender hand‍‍‌ and took the​‍​ letter from the​‌ bird perched there.⁠

Though​ she was full⁠‍​ of worldly ambition,‌ she had completely​​⁠ fallen in love​​⁠ with a man.⁠‌​ She was Ellen—the⁠ most prestigious young​‍​ noblewoman and the‍‌ treasured daughter of​⁠‌ Belmierd.

***​‍

Tavern‍ Alley of Ebelstein.⁠

In⁠ an old tavern​⁠ frequented by drunkards,‌​‍ Tears of Beldern.​

The​‍‌ one-armed mercenary, with​​ a kind face‍‍ and a loud​ laugh, looked like‍​‍ a friendly bartender.‍​‍

But‍⁠ even having lost⁠⁠​ an arm, he‌‍ was a legendary‌⁠⁠ mercenary who had​​‍ survived the War​⁠‌ of Dawn.

And‍⁠ when he received‍ a request for‌‍ help from a mercenary he cherished‍‌ as a son,‌⁠ he bared his‌⁠ yellowed teeth and‍ smiled.

***​

Under‌ the protection of​‌ Emperor Guttrel, Countess​⁠ Rodelia had finally‍‍ received the rank‌⁠ and title of​​‍ border countess.

The‌‍ old woman who​ wielded the sacred​​​ sword and lived​‌ to behead necromancers.​⁠‌

She,⁠‍‍ too, sat in‌ a corner of‍⁠ her white mansion,​ reading the letter‍⁠ Dereck had sent.‍

The​ clue related to‌⁠​ necromancy—upon seeing it,⁠​ she frowned, and⁠‌‌ her expression turned‍‍‍ grim.

Trisha,⁠‍‌ who was watching⁠‍⁠ her mother, was⁠‌‌ so frightened by​​​ that expression that‍ the cup in⁠​ her hand trembled.⁠‍‍

***‍⁠‌

On​‍ the roof of‍‍ Ravenclaw Mansion.

Sitting‌‌ there, quietly watching​⁠‍ the waning moon⁠ sink into the‍‌​ western sky, Fina⁠⁠‌ smiled faintly.

Humming‍⁠ a melody while​⁠ hugging her knees,⁠ she released a sinister aura at​​‌ the end, lifting​⁠⁠ the corners of‌‍ her lips as‍ if she found​‍ it amusing.

If‍‍ they managed to⁠ capture Beltus, Dereck⁠‌ would reach a level of progress⁠​​ incomparable to what‍⁠⁠ he was now—both‌‍⁠ as a mage​ and as a noble.

To‌‌‍ Fina, Dereck’s existence‍ was an “insurance.”​ If the advanced​ necromancy she was⁠‌‌ researching didn’t yield⁠‌ proper results, she‌ planned to use⁠‌ Dereck to embark⁠ on the path‌⁠‌ toward the peace‍ she had long​‍​ desired.

Before‌ that plan began,​⁠‍ she couldn’t help⁠‌⁠ but look forward​⁠​ to seeing the‍‌​ arrogant Beltus fall.‌⁠⁠

Watching⁠ the downfall of‍​⁠ the defeated was‍⁠ always entertaining.

***⁠

The⁠​​ Duplain Duke’s mansion,⁠⁠ where the repairs‍ were nearly complete.⁠

Leigh,⁠​ who was beginning⁠​​ to move seriously⁠‌ as acting head,​ and Diella, who​⁠ was gathering Duplain’s‍‍‌ remaining forces.

While⁠‌ worrying about Aiselin,⁠‍ who had gone‍ out to earn​ money, both of‌ them also hardened⁠⁠​ their expressions upon‌​‌ seeing the letter​​ sent from Ravenclaw‍ Mansion.

In​‌‍ response to Dereck’s‍ declaration to attack‌‌ Beltus, Aiselin also‍⁠⁠ seemed to tacitly‍‌​ agree. Though Aiselin‌ had always been⁠ gentle and soft,‍‍ she did not⁠‍ seem opposed to​‍‌ Dereck’s will.

To‍‌‍ attack Beltus.

Aiselin‌ would understand better​‍ than anyone what‌ that meant.

Moreover,​‌⁠ Dereck’s letters detailing​‍ his plans were⁠‍‍ being secretly circulated​‌ throughout the continent.‌⁠

The‍ contents of the‍⁠​ letters, sent only⁠ to those Dereck⁠​‌ truly trusted, suggested​‍​ there might be‍‍ a connection between‍‍​ the Beltus family⁠ and necromancy.

Some‍ knew it was⁠ merely a pretext‍​ to attack Beltus,​ while others genuinely⁠⁠ believed what Dereck⁠ claimed.

However,‌⁠ the conclusion among​ all those who‍⁠​ received the letters⁠⁠‍ was unanimous.

They‌‌ believed there had‌‌ to be a reason why the​ ever-cautious Dereck had⁠​‌ made such a belligerent decision.

***​

“…There⁠​‌ will be great​ upheaval in the‌ power structure of​‌ the continent’s southwest.”‍‍

“Huh?‍⁠ What do you‌​⁠ mean, Master?”

And‌⁠ in the social‌ capital of the​‌‌ eastern continent—Count Elvester’s⁠⁠ mansion.

Katia‌⁠ Flameheart, who was‍ teaching magic to‌‌ Countess Freya, read‌​ with a serious​ expression the contents‌​‌ of the letter‌‌ sent by her⁠‍ beloved disciple, Dereck.⁠‍

Seizing‍ a pretext, punishing⁠⁠‍ those who opposed​‍ him, and striking​‌‍ them down without‌​ mercy.

It‌​‍ was the conduct‍ of a lord‍ protecting his territory‌‍ and his power,​‌ and there wasn’t​‌​ a shred of​‍ doubt in his‍​ actions.

Dereck,‌ Katia’s disciple, had⁠‍​ finally become a noble.

“…”‍‍‍

In‌ Katia’s memory, Dereck‌​ had been a beggar from the​‌​ slums, stuffing himself‌‍‍ with hard rye​ bread in a tavern alley corner.⁠​​

Seeing‍ him now, leading​⁠ his territory and‌​ army to punish‌‌ his enemies, she‍⁠‌ realized that from⁠‌⁠ the very beginning,‌​ he had always‍ been different.

Katia‌ softly closed her⁠​​ eyes, then opened‌ them again, gazing⁠‌‍ silently at the‍ sky toward Ebelstein,‍‍‍ in the far⁠ southwest of the‍‌​ continent.

The⁠​​ next time she⁠ saw Dereck, he‌‍ would surely have​ grown so much⁠‌ that she might‌​⁠ not even recognize‍‌​ him.

Though‌ it was cause⁠‌‍ for celebration to​​ see a disciple‍‍​ sprint down the‍⁠ path of success,‌ watching a child‍‍‍ leave the cradle‍​‍ and spread his⁠​ wings brought a peculiar feeling of‌⁠​ loneliness.

***‍⁠

Tap,⁠​‌ tap.

At‍⁠ last, after completely‌⁠ finishing the analysis‌ of the internal⁠‍⁠ structure of the⁠‌⁠ Beltus family mansion,‌ Dereck organized the‍​ letters in his​​ office.

As⁠⁠ he gathered the​​ documents and tapped‍​⁠ them lightly to⁠‌‌ align them, it‌ seemed there was​‌ no longer a trace of hesitation‌​ in him.

Delbriton,​⁠ assisting at his‌ side, swallowed hard.‌

Even‍⁠ he, who had⁠⁠‍ gone through countless⁠⁠ trials and tribulations,‍ had to fight‍⁠ the lump forming‍‌ in his throat​ at that moment.​⁠

The‍‌ origins of the‌ letters in his‍‌‍ hands.

The‌⁠​ territory of Count‌⁠⁠ Belmierd, the territory‌‍⁠ of Duke Duplain,⁠⁠‌ the territory of‍ Duke Rochester, the⁠ Beldern Mercenary Corps,‌ the estate of‌‌⁠ Count Renouel, the‍​‍ estate of Count​‌⁠ Elvester, the estate​‌​ of Baron Tigris,⁠ and the noble​ district of Ebelstein.‌‍⁠

For⁠‌‌ a rural border​ baron to become​​ the central point‌⁠⁠ of such a gathering—it was on‍‍ such an unreal⁠ scale that one‍ might think Emperor​ Guttrel himself had‍​‌ summoned them by​⁠⁠ imperial decree.

The‍‌ reason such formidable⁠‌ figures could send⁠ their responses so‌⁠​ quickly was because⁠‍ the man’s way‍ of life had‌‍​ been genuine.

Earning‌⁠ the trust of‍ all these people⁠⁠ was no easy​​ feat.

Each⁠ of them was⁠ a hero who⁠ ruled their own⁠ mountain.

Even⁠‌​ so, the white-haired​ mercenary turned rural⁠ baron, whom he‌‌ served as his‍‌ lord, showed no⁠​‌ concern about standing‌ at the center⁠ of such a storm.

The‌‍ only thing weighing‍​ on his mind‍ was the presence⁠​ of a certain⁠‍‌ young woman who‌ remained in the⁠‌ Duke Beltus’s territory,⁠‌⁠ loyally serving as‌⁠ a piece on⁠ the board until⁠ the very end.‌​

Even​ so, he had‍ no choice but‍‌​ to respect her​ decision. That, too,‍‍​ was her life.​⁠

Therefore,‍ Dereck simply pushed‌ back his chair‌‌​ and stood up,‍⁠​ murmuring,

“Let’s​⁠ go.”

With‌ his head slightly​ lowered and eyes⁠‌⁠ lifted, Dereck’s expression‍​​ was solemn.

He‍‌ was already prepared‍⁠ to become a high-ranking noble.

***‌‌​

Bang!‍⁠‍

The⁠‍‌ Beltus mansion.

Denise⁠ was shoved into‍‌ the guest room​​ located in the​​ center of the⁠‌⁠ main building.

The‍‌‌ servants treated her​ with polite manners,‍ but in truth,‌⁠ it was almost​‌ imprisonment.

The​‍ room, clean and​⁠‌ elegant, had all⁠‍ its windows covered‌⁠ with drapes, and​ not a single​‌ ray of light⁠​​ entered.

The‍⁠⁠ room, which at​​​ first glance seemed‍⁠⁠ grand and luxurious,‌‌⁠ had a separate‌⁠‍ slot beneath the‍‍ door through which⁠‍ meals could be⁠‌ slid.

Denise​⁠ swallowed hard when​ she noticed the⁠ existence of that⁠ slot. Despite all​ its refinement, the⁠ room was no​‌ different from a prison.

“W-what⁠ is this?”

“It‌⁠‌ is by order‍‌‌ of His Grace,‌​ the Grand Duke.”⁠

Denise⁠‌ had deliberately concealed⁠‍ secrets about the⁠‍⁠ weaknesses of the​‍ Ravenclaw Barony.

That⁠‍⁠ meant she had‌‍ chosen loyalty to‍ Dereck over loyalty⁠⁠ to the Beltus⁠​⁠ family.

Denise⁠‌ had lived her⁠ entire life for⁠​‍ Beltus, and though‌‌‍ she could sometimes‌ be lazy, she​​‍ would never betray‌⁠​ them.

The⁠ Duke of Beltus​ knew that nature​‌ of Denise very‌ well—that was why⁠​ he had used‌ her as a pawn without hesitation.‍‌

But‌⁠​ now, Denise was‌⁠ about to bare‌​ her fangs at⁠​ the Duke of​‍‍ Beltus.

The⁠‌ Duke sensed it⁠‍‍ with animal instinct‍ before anyone else.​

Denise,‌‌​ with her sharp‍​ mind and quickness,​‍⁠ could pull any​‍ trick at any⁠‌ moment.

A blade is an​‌ excellent weapon when‌‌ sharp, but if​⁠⁠ not handled properly,‍ it can end⁠‌​ up wounding its​ wielder.

The⁠ Duke of Beltus‍⁠ was not the​‍⁠ kind of man⁠ to leave a blade that could‍‌‌ stab him unrestrained.‌ Denise knew that‌​‌ better than anyone.‍​‌

“The‍ Duke will come⁠​​ down personally shortly.​‌‍ Until then, you⁠‍ are to wait‌ in this room.⁠ His Grace has​‌‌ ordered that all‌ your belongings be⁠‍ reexamined, so you⁠ must also change‍ your clothes.”

“W-what⁠‍​ do you mean?”‍​

“Exactly​ what I said.⁠​ All the luggage​​ you brought from‍⁠‍ the Baron’s residence⁠⁠ must be sent⁠ to the reception‍ hall. I will‍⁠ return in the​​‌ afternoon, so please‍‌‍ organize your belongings.”‍‍‌

With⁠‍⁠ that dry tone,⁠ the butler conveyed⁠ the Duke’s orders,‍‌​ bowed deeply, and​ left the room.‌

Bang.⁠​‍

“…”​⁠‍

She⁠⁠‍ was alone in‌‍ the room.

Only‍‍​ emptiness and silence‍ remained.

Taking‍⁠ a few steps‍‍ back, Denise collapsed‌⁠ onto the table​​ with a disheartened​‌‍ expression. The frilled​​ edge of her‌‌ dress fell over⁠‍‌ the furniture.

What​ had happened to⁠⁠‍ those who had​‍ rebelled against Beltus?​

The​ vassals? The servants?‌‍ The distant relatives?⁠‍‌

She⁠ didn’t know.

They​‍ simply vanished one​​ day. That was‍ all.

Suddenly,⁠‍‍ she recalled the​⁠ Duke’s face looking‌ down on her‍ with cold eyes,‌⁠​ devoid of his⁠‌ usual warm smile.‍​

That‌‍ merciless gaze made‌​‍ her feel like​ a discarded piece.‍

“……”⁠

At‍​ some point, Denise⁠ realized her chest‌‍‍ was trembling.

Then‍ she thought, finally‌‌ admitting her true​⁠ feelings.

“Ugh…​ Ugh…”

She⁠‍⁠ was afraid.

Even‍⁠ in that filthy​ political arena full⁠​​ of mind games⁠⁠ and schemes, she‌⁠⁠ had always been⁠ a naïve girl‍‌‍ who lay around‌ reading romance novels.‌‍‍

Only⁠‍​ now, in this‍‍ situation, did she⁠‍ truly learn what​ fear was.

But​​ unlike most girls​ her age, she​‍⁠ didn’t cry or​‍ beg for forgiveness.⁠

She‌ simply pressed her‌‍ brow tightly, swallowed​‍ her emotions, and‍ bit her lower‍⁠ lip.

Decisions‍‍​ bring responsibility.

Even​‌ if it had⁠⁠​ been a momentary‍ impulse, she had‍‍⁠ still chosen to​​​ side with Dereck.‌‍

If‌​‌ she had made⁠⁠ that choice, the‌ responsibility should naturally⁠‍ follow.

But​‌ since it was​ a decision made‍ by Denise not⁠ as Lady Beltus‍​ she didn’t want‌ to regret it.⁠​‍

That’s​‌⁠ why she had​ to suppress and‌ swallow the fear⁠‌‍ rising in her‍‍ chest.

That​ was Denise’s way⁠‍‍ of showing respect‍‌ to Dereck.

“Ugh…⁠ Hoo… Huff…”

At⁠‌‍ that moment, as‍‍‌ Denise held her​ breath—

“Huff…”⁠

“Huh…?”⁠​

The⁠‌​ personal luggage that⁠‍ had come in‌ along with Denise.​⁠

From‌ the gap, a strange magic began‍⁠ to emanate.

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