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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 134: The Subjugation of Beltus (8)

Chapter 134: The Subjugation of Beltus (8)

Shame.‍‌

What⁠ an absurd emotion.⁠‌ When a person⁠‌ makes a mistake,‌‌ unbearable shame and‌ unbearable humiliation are‍‍ bound to arise.‍‌​

After‍‌ hearing Dereck’s explanation,​⁠‍ Denise had to​⁠‍ endure the dizziness‍‍ while covering her​​ face.

From‌ the beginning, Dereck‌‍⁠ had no hostility⁠⁠‌ toward Denise.

The⁠⁠⁠ words “You can‍ stab me in⁠‌⁠ the back” were​⁠ not a bold‌‌ declaration aimed at​ an enemy, but​‌ words spoken out‍‌‌ of consideration for‍‌​ Denise’s position.

“Ah,‍ no… if you⁠ think about it‌ logically, I’m the‍‍‍ most well-known lady‌‌ of the Beltus‍ family, and if​ someone is hostile​‌‌ toward Beltus, it’s‍⁠ only natural to​⁠ think they’d also‍‍‌ have negative feelings​‌‌ toward me, right…?”‍

“How⁠‍ many times have‌ I told you?‍‍​ I hold no‍ particular resentment toward‌ Lady Denise.”

“…”​‍

“Do​⁠ you remember what⁠​ I always say?”‍

Denise,⁠‌ who had collapsed,⁠⁠ looked at Dereck​‍‌ under the moonlight⁠ and spoke as​‍ if reciting.

“…That‌‍‌ there are no‍​​ bad girls in​‌​ the world, it​‌ only depends on​ how you teach​ them, right?”

“In⁠⁠ truth, there’s nothing‌ to teach or‌​‍ not to teach.​​ From the start,​ Lady Denise has‌‌‍ nothing particularly bad⁠ about her. I understand if you​ can’t trust me,‌⁠ but can’t you​ at least trust‌⁠ yourself?”

“No,‍⁠‌ it’s just that…​​ logically… yes, logically‌ this is… inconsistent…”​‍‌

With‍​⁠ that, Denise let⁠ out a hiccup‍‍ and began reflecting‌‍​ on the man‌‌ called Dereck.

He⁠‌‍ was ruthless toward‌​‍ those who showed​​​ hostility, malice, and​ tried to crush​​ him.

If‍⁠⁠ someone attacked, he⁠​​ struck back; if‌‌ they drew a sword, he drew‍⁠⁠ one too; if⁠⁠ they tried to‍⁠ kill him, he‍​​ killed them without‌‍ hesitation.

But‍​‍ what about the‍ opposite?

He‍​‍ was infinitely kind‌​‌ to those who‍​ showed no hostility.‍⁠⁠ He wasn’t usually​‌​ the one to‌‍‍ take the initiative​‌ in doing good‍‍‌ deeds, but he⁠‍⁠ knew how to‍‍‍ appreciate what he‍‍‌ received.

He‌‍⁠ seemed to treasure⁠ deeply in his‌‍ heart the teachers‍⁠ he had met‍ in his life‌‍ and never forgot‌‌‍ them. Didn’t he​ visit the grave‌ of the old⁠ man from the⁠‌​ slums when he‌ had time, exchange‍⁠⁠ letters with Katia,⁠​‍ and rejoice upon‌⁠ hearing news from‍ Drest?

Didn’t​ he seem to‍‍ have a good‍⁠ eye for people?‍‌⁠

Dereck‌‌​ was someone who,⁠ if you approached⁠ him with goodwill,​​ responded with goodwill—a⁠ completely logical man.⁠

Even‌‍ knowing that, Denise‍‌​ couldn’t judge the‌‍​ situation rationally.

It‌ was only natural.⁠ It would be⁠ strange for anyone‍​ to remain rational​‍‍ in a situation‌⁠ like this.

The⁠​​ only reason he‌‍‍ had drawn his‌ sword against Grand⁠‌⁠ Duke Beltus was​‍ because the Duke⁠​ had drawn his‍‍ first.

Denise‌ covered her face⁠⁠ and bowed her‍ head deeply.

“I​‌‌ want to die…”‍

“To​‌ that extent…?”

“Yes,​​‌ honestly, considering the​‍​ situation, I thought‍​‌ that you, Dereck,‍‌ were completely cornering​⁠⁠ me, trapping me,⁠‌ trying to punish⁠​ me…”

“Me?”​

“Isn’t‍ this the kind‌‍ of situation for‌ that? Beltus showed⁠ you clear hostility.”​⁠

Denise‍‌ already knew it‍ well.

Grand‌​ Duke Beltus had​‌⁠ even tried to​ kidnap Baroness Pheline,‍‍​ and if necessary,‌‍‍ was willing to‌‍⁠ take Baron Dereck’s‌ life.

Being⁠‌ lenient toward someone‌​ like that was‌ unthinkable, so Denise​‌ assumed Dereck would‍⁠‌ also use every⁠ means possible.

However,​ Dereck knelt on​‌ one knee, lowered⁠ his posture, and‌ looked Denise in​⁠ the eyes as‌‍‍ he spoke.

“That’s​​‍ Grand Duke Beltus.‍ Not Lady Denise,​⁠⁠ correct?”

“I’m‍‌‍ someone from Beltus.”‍‍​

“And⁠⁠ what of it?”‌

At‍‌⁠ those words, Denise’s​⁠‍ eyes widened, unable​⁠ to say anything.⁠

“Grand‍‌ Duke Beltus is⁠​ Grand Duke Beltus.​ And Lady Denise​⁠‍ is Lady Denise.​‍ What else could‌​⁠ that mean…?”

What‌⁠ kind of meaning‌ could such a simple, obvious statement​ carry when said​ that way?

Because‌ it was Dereck—who‍‍ deeply understood the‍⁠ arrogant Lord Robain‌‍⁠ and the person‍​⁠ named Denise—who spoke⁠​‍ those words, Denise⁠ understood the thoughtfulness‍​‍ contained within them.​​‍

What‍⁠ could she say‍ now? In her⁠​ entire life, no‌​ one had ever‌ separated Denise from​‍‍ the Beltus family.‌​

That‍ was why, the‌ moment Beltus became​​ the enemy, Denise​ thought Dereck would‍​‍ also become entirely‍​ her enemy.

But‍​​ that very premise⁠‌⁠ was wrong.

That‍⁠‍ man, who always‌ looked at Denise‍‌‌ indifferently under the⁠‌ moonlight, saw the‍‍⁠ Beltus family and​ Denise as completely​‌⁠ separate entities.

Everything​​​ she achieved was‍‍ “for Beltus.” Everything​‍ she did was‌ “because of Beltus.”​⁠⁠

That​‍ was why a person who saw‌‍⁠ Denise only as​ Denise was more⁠‌ precious than gold.‍

Why​ did she only⁠ realize that now?‌

Even‍ when Dereck taught⁠‍​ her magic, he‍ never treated her‍ as “the lady‍‌ of Beltus.”

Only​‌‍ when Denise handled⁠⁠ magic carelessly or⁠ dismissed it as​ useless did he​⁠ get angry and⁠ teach her with‌‍​ full force.

In⁠⁠ truth, when he​ felt the lesson​​‌ was sufficiently covered,‌‍ he simply left​⁠​ without another word.​

To​‍ him, Denise was​ just Denise.

Denise,‌ who had lived​​​ her entire life‌‌ under the glory‌⁠⁠ of her family,‌⁠ finally understood why‌ she could never⁠​‍ bring herself to​‍ push Dereck away‍​ harshly.

He⁠‍ was the only⁠‌ person in this​⁠ world who saw‌​‌ her as separate‍ from the Beltus⁠‌ family.

The​‍ girl, without realizing‌⁠ it, didn’t want⁠​ to lose that‌⁠ person.

“Dereck…”​‍‌

“…”‌

“If…⁠⁠ if the influence⁠‌ of the Beltus‍ family weakens a lot because of‍ this incident… and‍​⁠ I end up​ being treated like‌‌‌ Lady Aiselin… will‌‌‍ you still be‌ my teacher…?”

Even⁠‍‍ Denise herself didn’t‌​⁠ understand why she‌​​ was asking that.​

But‍‍⁠ she felt she​⁠⁠ had to ask​‍ it now.

“…Why⁠​⁠ ask such an​ unnecessary question?”

Dereck⁠ didn’t even consider‍‌​ it a real⁠‌ question.

Once‌ a teacher-student bond​ is formed, that⁠‌ relationship continues. One‍​‌ only had to⁠‍ see how Dereck‌ treated the teachers⁠‌‌ who had trained‍ him to know‍ what that bond‍​ meant to him.​‌

At‌ those words, a lump rose in‌⁠‌ Denise’s throat.

Even‌⁠‌ if the word⁠⁠ “Beltus” disappeared from​ her name, she‌⁠ was convinced that​ this man would‍ remain by her‍⁠ side until the‍ end.

The‍ reason was simple​ — they were‌ teacher and student.​‍

Just⁠ as many teachers​​‍ had once taken‍​‌ Dereck’s weak arm​‌‍ and guided him,‍⁠ this man, too,‌​ was determined to‍‌ protect the one​‍⁠ he had once‌​⁠ considered his student.​‌

Diella‍ had done it,⁠ Ellen had done⁠‌ it, Siern had‍‌‌ done it.

Dereck‍‍ had more than‍‌ enough reasons to⁠ abandon them and‌‌​ turn his back,​‍⁠ and yet, he‍​ never avoided his‌‍ responsibility.

The‍‍​ old man from‍​ the slums, Katia,‌ Drest — Dereck​‌ had been taught​​‌ that way.

He‌ acted according to‌⁠​ what he had​ learned and taught‍​​ others in the‍‌​ same way.

In‍​ the end, in‍‍‌ this world, everyone‍ is someone’s teacher‍‌ and someone’s student.⁠⁠⁠

And​​​ Dereck lived naturally​‍ under that belief.⁠‌

To⁠‌ doubt someone like‍ that was shameful.⁠​ Denise understood the‍ nature of the‍⁠‍ shame that consumed⁠‌ her.

Denise​‌‌ rubbed her face‌⁠‍ again and again,‌‌ letting out sighs⁠ of relief.

He‍ was a truly‍ mysterious man.

Like‌‌ a zelkova tree​ that always remains⁠‌​ in the same‍⁠​ place, the only‍ one confused and‍​‍ in crisis was​‌⁠ Denise.

“You’ve‌ been through a lot, Lady Denise.⁠⁠‍ Don’t worry too‍​⁠ much. All of​ this will soon‍‍ come to an‍‍⁠ end.”

Seeing⁠⁠ Dereck protect her‍‍​ that way, Denise‍ felt her breathing‍‌‌ quicken for no‍​ reason.

A man from the⁠‍ slums. Yet he​​ had firm convictions,​ always embraced everyone,‌​‌ and never judged​ people by their‍‌‌ family’s power.

He​ felt like a familiar character, so​​⁠ she tilted her‍​ head and repeated‌ the thought several‌‌ times. Only then‍‍ did she remember⁠‍⁠ who the heroine⁠ Tracy was in⁠ The Arrogant Lord‌⁠ Robain.

At‍⁠‍ that moment, her‍​​ breath caught in​⁠ her throat.

In​ The Arrogant Lord‍ Robain, a romance⁠‌ novel filled with‌ Denise’s personal desires,​ the male protagonist‍‌‍ and most important‌​​ character, Lord Robain,⁠‍ was none other⁠⁠ than a projection‍‌ of Denise herself.‌⁠

The‍ unfortunate man who⁠‌ lost his precious‌⁠‍ connections because of‌ his family’s power‍‌ — that Robain,‍​⁠ placed there to⁠​ mock herself, loved⁠ someone like Tracy.‌⁠⁠

He‍⁠ was just a character in a story.

However,​ after spending so⁠ much time immersed‍‍ in Lord Robain‌‌ and wielding the‍ pen, the character’s‌‌‌ mindset and values‍‍ were already deeply​‍‌ imprinted in Denise’s‍‍ own mind.

The​ reason Lord Robain‍‍‍ loved Tracy so⁠ deeply was a process that she‌​⁠ herself had built‍ and believed in.​‍⁠

That​ was why, when​‍ she looked at⁠‍‌ Dereck, she understood‌ Lord Robain’s feelings.​‌​

The‍ process of someone​ oppressed by their‌​ family’s power feeling​ affection for Tracy,‌ who treated him‌‍⁠ sincerely as a person — Denise⁠ herself had described​⁠ that process so‌‍ convincingly.

And,‌ unfortunately, her passion‌ for that story‍‍ became the firewood‌⁠ that stoked the​⁠‍ flames of Denise’s‌‌‍ heart.

Through‍‍‌ her eyes, Dereck‍⁠ seemed as precious​⁠‌ as a jewel.‍‍‍

While⁠‍⁠ everyone in the‍ world recited the⁠‍⁠ name of Beltus,⁠ Dereck’s voice asking‌‍ about Denise’s well-being‌‍ felt strangely sweet.⁠​‍

Denise‍‍ was a rational‍‌ person.

Even‌⁠ with her heart‍​ fluttering, she judged‍ her current situation‍ objectively.

‘This‌⁠⁠ is bad.’

In‍ this crisis, with⁠ her family collapsing‍‌​ and monsters everywhere,‍⁠​ she tried to⁠⁠ convince herself that⁠ it was merely‌‌​ the “suspension bridge‌​​ effect,” but nothing⁠​​ worked.

It​ felt like she‌​ was about to⁠ throw herself onto​‍ a path full⁠ of thorns. Of‌ course it was.‍

Dereck’s​ relationships with women​ were so complicated​ that just watching⁠ him from afar⁠⁠⁠ was enough to‍ give Denise a headache.

If‍‌⁠ simply watching the​‌ fire from the​‌‌ other shore was‌⁠ exhausting, jumping directly​ into that war‌⁠‌ was something that​ Denise — always⁠‌ lazy and calm‌ — could never⁠‌ tolerate.

However,⁠​ human emotions don’t​‌⁠ always follow reason.‍⁠

Having‌ devoured all sorts⁠‍‍ of third-rate romance‌‍ novels, Denise knew​​ better than anyone​‌ how this kind‍‍ of situation developed.‌⁠​

In​ short, Denise didn’t‍‍ respect this man⁠ only as her‌​⁠ mentor.

“Lady⁠ Denise. The situation‍⁠ is urgent right‌⁠ now…”

“D-Dereck…‍ w-wait a moment…”‍

Flustered,⁠ Denise took a step back, but‍‌ the tree trunk‌⁠ behind her blocked‍⁠‍ her retreat.

Trying‌‌‌ somehow to hide‍⁠ her face, which​ was turning red⁠​ for no reason,‍‍ she covered her​ cheeks and lowered⁠⁠ her head.

Everything‍​ was a disaster.​⁠

In‌​ the midst of⁠‍ rampaging monsters and​‌ demons appearing, being‍ swayed by these⁠‌‍ emotions would only​⁠ throw everything further⁠ into chaos. That’s‍‍ why Denise tried‍‌ to regulate her‌‍​ breathing — and​ just when she⁠⁠ thought she should​⁠‌ listen to Dereck’s⁠ plan—

Snap!​‌‌

Whoosh!⁠​

Bang!⁠​

When‍ Denise raised her‍ head, Dereck was‌‌ suddenly struck down​ by a flying​⁠​ spell.

Crash!‍ Bang!

Combat‌⁠⁠ Magic of the⁠​ First Level — “Shockwave.”

Thrown⁠ by the impact,‍​ Dereck was slammed‌‌ against a tree⁠‌⁠ at the edge⁠ of the forest‌‌‌ as dust rose⁠‌​ into the air.‍⁠‌

Though​⁠ it happened in​‌⁠ an instant, Dereck,‍‍⁠ who drew on‍‌ his magical power‌‍ with superhuman reflexes‌⁠‌ to soften the​‍⁠ blow, appeared through‌ the haze of⁠‍‍ dust.

He‍‌‌ was kneeling on‌ one knee, pulling‍‍ out his staff‌‌ and taking a combat stance. His⁠‌​ reaction speed was​ so fast it‌ seemed inhuman.

“W-What…?”​

Looking‌‌ in the direction⁠⁠​ from which the​‌ magic had come,⁠ the mercenary leader⁠​ Orel had arrived⁠‍​ with his detachment.‍‌​

He⁠‌‍ had long served‌‍ as commander of​​ the Emperor’s direct‍⁠ guard. Though his⁠⁠ abilities may have‌‍ dulled slightly with​ age, his responsiveness‍⁠‌ in crises remained‌​‍ exceptional.

“Are⁠​⁠ you all right,‌‍ Lady Denise?!”

He​ surrounded her with⁠ his mercenaries, forming⁠​‍ a protective barrier.‌ General Orel, who‌‌‌ had quickly moved‌​​ to shield Denise,⁠ drew his sword​​‌ and pointed it‌‍‌ toward Dereck.

Rising‍​⁠ from amidst the⁠‍‌ dust, Orel’s eyes‍‍⁠ were already filled​‍‍ with hostility.

“O-Orel,​ leader… w-what are‍‍ you doing…?”

“You’re​⁠​ safe. I’m glad‍⁠⁠ to hear it.”​

Orel,‌‌ spinning his sword‌⁠‌ once, glared sharply​⁠ at the beast​⁠‌ emerging from the‍​ bushes.

At‍⁠‍ a glance, it⁠‍ didn’t look like​ an easy opponent.‍​‌

Though​​ he appeared young,⁠‌​ he was already⁠​‍ a mercenary hardened‍ by countless battles.‌

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