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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 142: How the Sun Rises (2)

Chapter 142: How the Sun Rises (2)

A long darkness had‍ fallen over the⁠‍‌ Duplain family.

It‌‌⁠ was a succession‍ of nights that⁠ seemed to have‍⁠ no end.

Leigh,‍ the next heir⁠‌​ of the crumbling‍‍ family, was sitting⁠ in the dark⁠⁠ family office, letting‌ out a deep​ sigh from time​ to time.

The‌‌⁠ night was long.‌‌

When​​ would sunlight reach​‌‍ this corner so​ dark?

It​‍ was an uncertain‌ time.

***‌​

“A‍ new 4-star mage‌‌ has emerged.”

“Is‌ it the eldest⁠⁠​ son of the⁠ Grodel family in‍⁠⁠ the south? From​ what I heard,‍⁠ his progress was⁠⁠ rather slow.”

“No,‌‌ he is from⁠​ the Ravenclaw barony,‌‍ in the southwest‍‍ of the continent.”‌

The‌ royal magic adviser,​ Kohella, who had‌ been flipping through⁠‍⁠ the books left⁠⁠ behind by the‍‍⁠ great mage Adelbert,⁠ set the book⁠​⁠ aside for a moment and frowned.⁠

The⁠ personal research chamber‍‌ of the chief​‍​ magic adviser of‍‍ the Imperial Palace‌ of Gremfort, known​‍ as the heart‍‌ of the continent.⁠

When‌​ one of her⁠‌‍ most loyal subordinates,⁠‍‌ Roen, reported that,‍ the wrinkled corners⁠​​ of Kohella’s lips‌‍⁠ drooped.

“It’s⁠ a surname unfamiliar‍​‍ to me.”

“He⁠ is someone who​ recently received a title from Lord⁠ Melverot himself. He​ is a lord⁠​ who governed the‌ region of Rodellen‌ in the southwest​​ of the continent,‍‍ and I understand⁠‍‍ he celebrated his‍‍⁠ coming-of-age ceremony not‌​ too long ago.”‌

“…Dereck​ Lydorf Ravenclaw?”

“Yes,‍ you remember correctly.”‍‍

Kohella,‍‍ well-versed in the​‍ noble affairs of⁠‌‍ the continent, remembered‍⁠‌ the name of⁠ the one who‍ recently received a title.

She⁠ did not remember‍ every person with​‌ weak power, but⁠‍​ she remembered Dereck’s‍⁠‌ name because he‌​‌ was under the‍ protection of Lord‍ Melverot, a 6-star⁠ combat mage.

The⁠ ruler of the‍‍‍ north, who rarely‍⁠ stepped in to​‍ protect anyone, had​‌‌ actively granted him‌ a title, so​‍ his name stuck⁠ with her.

From‍​⁠ what she knew,⁠​​ Dereck was the​ magic instructor of‌‍ Melverot’s most beloved⁠‌ daughter, Siern, so‌⁠ she had not⁠‍ paid much attention​‍ to him.

It‌ was common for​​‌ renowned nobles to⁠‌​ secure useful magic⁠​​ instructors by offering‍​ all kinds of‍ incentives.

However,‌​‍ it was a bit surprising that‍‌ even Melverot, known‍ as a lone⁠‌​ wolf, would go‍⁠​ so far to​ support the magic⁠‍‌ instructor in charge‍‍ of his daughter’s‌‍​ education.

“Hmm…”‍​

Kohella‌ thought for a moment, resting her​‌‌ chin on her‍ hand. She felt‌⁠‌ she had heard⁠ his name in​ one more context.⁠

With‌‌ her excellent memory,‍‍ she quickly found​ the source of⁠ that déjà vu.⁠‍

He​⁠​ was the one‍ who protected the‍ nobles when the⁠ Duplain family became​‍​ entangled with necromancy.​ His contributions had‍⁠ carried significant weight​‍​ toward him being​‌⁠ granted a title.​

Furthermore,​‍​ his name resurfaced​ because he was⁠‌ apparently involved in‌ the great incident‌ at the Beltus‌ mansion.

‘Too⁠​​ many coincidences to‌‌ call it mere‌⁠​ chance.’

Only‍⁠‍ a few years​ had passed since‍ his coming of‍​ age, and he⁠‌​ had already risen⁠ to a 4-star​ mage. The significance⁠‌ of that fact‌⁠ was enormous.

As⁠‌ far as Kohella‌​​ knew, only two⁠ people on the‌⁠ continent had reached‍ magical advancement so​‍‍ quickly—Melverot and Drest.‌

It‌⁠ was an extraordinary⁠ achievement, any way⁠‌⁠ one looked at⁠ it.

‘If⁠⁠ the imperial family‌⁠ awards him a merit medal and​ announces it, it‍‌ will cause a major uproar. It​⁠ would be good‌‍ to meet him‍‍ before that happens.’⁠

A 4-star mage was‌​ practically equivalent to‍ a quasi-lord.

When‌⁠ a mage reached​‌ that level, the​⁠ imperial family personally⁠ verified their numbers⁠ and sent them‍ a merit medal⁠‍ to acknowledge their​​ magical accomplishments.

Of‍‍ course, the merit⁠ medal carried multiple‌​ meanings.

It‍⁠⁠ implied that, from⁠‍ that point on,‌ they would be​ placed under strict⁠⁠ imperial supervision and​ should not act⁠ recklessly.

“Even‍ though the political‌ situation in the​ southwest is chaotic,‍ the appearance of‌‍ another quasi-lord mage⁠‍ is significant. I will have to‌⁠‌ visit the Ebelstein​ area soon and‍‌ review what happened⁠⁠‌ in the Beltus⁠‍ mansion.”

Kohella​‌ let out a small laugh.

That‌ woman was obsessed‌‌‍ with magic.

Her‍​ desire was so‌‌⁠ intense that she‌ had twisted even​​‌ taboos and moral⁠⁠​ codes in her‌‍​ pursuit of knowledge,​‍ to a point⁠⁠ ordinary people could⁠⁠⁠ not even conceive.⁠⁠‌

Feeling‌ she had found‍‍ a kindred spirit‍‌ for the first⁠​ time in a long while, she‍⁠ smiled even more​‌⁠ sinisterly.

***‍

In⁠ the noble district‍⁠‌ of Ebelstein, centered​‍‍ around the Rose⁠‍ Hall, news of​⁠ major political shifts‍⁠​ spread.

There‍⁠​ were two main‌‌ pieces of news.⁠

The‍​ first was the​⁠ fall of the‌‌ Beltus family, and​‍ the second was‌ the rise of⁠⁠⁠ two emerging families.‌​‌

The‍‍ three traditionally influential⁠​ families of the​ southwest were Duplain,‌⁠ Beltus, and Belmierd.⁠‍‍

However,​‌⁠ while Duplain and​⁠​ Beltus staggered due‌​ to necromancy, the‍ Renouel family, led‌ by the heroine⁠ of Rodentz Island,‍ was on the​‍ rise.

And⁠‍​ the next name​ mentioned was the‍ Ravenclaw Barony.

The‌ baronial family of‍ the remote region‌ of Rodellen, which​‌​ produced a 4-star​​ mage—a quasi-lord-level mage—was​ not originally influential‍⁠​ enough to alter‍⁠ the political landscape,‍ but the fact‌ that its leader,⁠⁠​ Baron Dereck, was⁠ a commoner from⁠‌ the slums was‌​ shocking.

“Did​‌ you hear? It​​ seems the title​‍‌ of the Ravenclaw⁠​ Barony will be‌ elevated even further.”⁠

“They​‍ say His Majesty⁠‍ Gruttel mentioned his‍‍‍ name personally—truly surprising.”‍‍

In​⁠ the academic debate‍ hall of Elfontaine‌‌ Hall, where a meeting of the​⁠⁠ Rose Hall was​⁠‍ being held, two‍ noble young ladies⁠ whispered to each​ other.

The⁠‌‌ youngest of the‌‍ Duplain family, Diella​‌ Katherine Duplain, was​ sitting in a corner with a sulky expression, resting⁠‍ her chin on‌​‌ her hand, listening‍⁠‍ silently to their‍‍‍ gossip.

The‌ fame of the‌‍ magic instructor Dereck⁠​ had long been‌ well established.

The⁠‍ Ravenclaw training center​‌⁠ he founded was‍​⁠ flourishing, and the​‍ young nobles who⁠‌‍ learned magic from​‌​ him were showing⁠⁠​ evident progress.

Since⁠ Dereck had risen⁠‍‌ from the bottom⁠‌ solely through magical⁠‌ achievement, the theories‍​​ he taught were⁠ also easy to‌ understand and efficient.​​‌

Therefore,⁠​⁠ his rise to‌ the rank of⁠‌ 4-star mage and⁠⁠ becoming a figure‍ important enough to​‍ attract royal attention‍‌‌ inevitably led to⁠ an even higher‍ evaluation.

“I​‍‌ heard the Ravenclaw​ training center is⁠‌ in recess, but​ once spring arrives‌ and the weather​‌⁠ improves, they’ll surely⁠⁠ accept new students.”‍‍

“I​‍ already talked to‍ my mother. Although‍ there’s much to​ learn in the⁠ Rose Hall gatherings,⁠ I think I should also attend⁠⁠‍ the center’s classes‌‌ if I want‌​ to improve my‌⁠​ magical fundamentals.”

No‌ matter what was‌‍⁠ said, the social‍‍​ center of the​‍ southwest was the‍ noble district of‌‌ Ebelstein, and its‍‍‍ most prestigious academic‍ circle was the‍​ Rose Hall.

Even⁠​ so, among the⁠​ young noblewomen of‍ the hall, several‍ were already interested⁠ in enrolling in​​​ Dereck’s training center.⁠‌

Trends‍‌ appeared in an​‌ instant, and if‌‍ you fell behind,⁠ you were left⁠‌⁠ behind.

Since‍‍ the opening of​‌​ the training center,‍‍​ Derek had accepted⁠‌ many students, but‍‌​ only four could⁠‌ be considered his‍‍ direct disciples.

And‍ at this point,‍‌‍ those four were‍ seen as Dereck’s‍‌ greatest accomplishments.

Diella⁠​​ of Duplain.

Ellen‌ of Belmierd.

Denise‌​ of Beltus.

Siern⁠​‌ of Rochester.

Each‌‍‍ was so exceptional‌ that it was‍ easy to predict‍ that Dereck, with‍⁠ his deep teacher-disciple⁠ relationship with them,‌‍ would hold considerable‍‍‌ influence over the​‍​ southwestern nobility in‍​ the future.

In‍ short, it was‌⁠ a sign that‍ authority was beginning‌ to form behind‌ Dereck’s actions.

And‍​ the ones most‍⁠ sensitive to this​‌⁠ were the young⁠‌​ ladies of the⁠‌​ Ebelstein noble district.‍‌​

“U-um…⁠ Lady Diella.”

Perhaps⁠​⁠ because of that‍ influence, some absurd⁠​​ changes were indeed‍‍​ happening around Diella.​‌

“I-I’m⁠ very sorry about​​ the other day…⁠‌‍ Lady Diella…”

“…”‌​

When‌‌ Diella looked at‍⁠ her with a growling expression, one‍‌‌ of the young⁠⁠ noble ladies who​‌ had previously fought​‌‌ with her approached‌ and bowed her⁠ head awkwardly.

For⁠‍⁠ a moment, Diella​‌ could only furrow​‌ her brow in‍​ confusion.

In​⁠⁠ truth, she had​⁠ clashed with so‌ many young noblewomen⁠ that she couldn’t​⁠‌ remember all of⁠‍ them. She even⁠‌ struggled to recall​‌ why she had​ become enemies with‍‌⁠ this particular one.‍‍

Supreme⁠​‍ and self-centered. There‍ was no better‍​⁠ phrase to describe​​⁠ Diella.

In‍‍ the noble district⁠​ of Ebelstein, the​​ only people capable⁠⁠ of controlling this⁠ young lioness were​ Aiselin and Dereck.‍‌

Both​‍⁠ were busy, so​ there was no‌​ one to restrain‌‍ this rampaging tyrant.‍​​

From​‍⁠ trivial power struggles,‍​ to fights over​ seats in the​ hall, to childish⁠⁠​ pranks—Diella had never⁠ lost to the‌ insistent stares of​ young noblewomen who⁠⁠ dared challenge her.⁠⁠ As a result,‍‍ she had accumulated‍‍‍ numerous enemies.

But​​⁠ one day, when⁠‍ she least expected⁠ it, the most‍​​ arrogant and dominant⁠ girl of the​​‌ group was bowing‍ her head before‍‌‌ her.

“I-I‌ think… I misunderstood⁠ Lady Diella back‌‍ then…”

“…What​ are you plotting?”⁠

“I-I’m‌​‌ not plotting anything.⁠ It’s just… I wanted to gather​‌ the courage to⁠‍ clear up the‌‌ misunderstanding and… maintain‌ a good relationship​​‍ from now on…”‍

Just‍ by looking at‍​ her, Diella radiated‌ the impression of‍ a growl.

Fierce,‍ uncontrollable, with an‌⁠ aura that said⁠ she might bare‌ her fangs at‍‍ any moment.

She‍​​ was a rabid‍ dog who wouldn’t‌​ hesitate to throw‌‌​ tea at someone‌‍ or slap them‌ if something displeased​​ her.

And⁠⁠ yet, trembling, the‌​‌ young lady with​ her head bowed⁠⁠​ didn’t move from⁠‍ her spot.

Seeing‌ that, Diella slowly​ began to understand.‍​​ There had to⁠‍ be a reason‌ why the noble⁠ young ladies of⁠‌ Ebelstein—the most obsessed‍‌ with social hierarchy—were‌ bowing their heads‌ like this.

‘She‌ must want to​ establish a connection⁠⁠⁠ with Dereck.’

Dereck‌ was someone who‍⁠‍ devoted himself to⁠⁠⁠ teaching magic in⁠⁠‍ detail to each‌ student of the‍ training center, but⁠​‍ he treated his‍‍​ four direct disciples‍⁠ with special care.‌‍

He⁠ taught them more​‍​ than magic; he⁠‌ imparted wisdom, values,⁠​ direction—they seemed to⁠‌‌ receive from him​⁠‍ more than anyone⁠‍‍ else could.

Enduring⁠ a bit of⁠ humiliation, if it‍⁠‌ allowed them to‌ become his direct‌​ disciples, seemed worth⁠ it.

“…”⁠‍‌

But‍‍​ it was obvious‍‍ that the beast‍‍ called Diella would‌ not respond well‌ to such transparent‌⁠⁠ attempts.

Diella​ smiled faintly, but‌‌⁠ a cross-shaped vein‌⁠⁠ bulged on her‌⁠⁠ forehead.

She⁠ placed her hands⁠‌ on the shoulders​⁠​ of the young‌ lady who kept‌‍ her head lowered⁠‍​ and whispered in​ her ear:

“Do​ you want to‍‍ die?”

“…”​

“Did‌‍ you think I was going to‌‌ laugh and say‍‌​ sure just because‌⁠​ you did something​‍‍ so obvious? Do⁠‍ you think I’m​ going to introduce⁠⁠ you to Dereck?”​‌⁠

The⁠‌​ truly pitiful part​ was that Diella​⁠ was not the⁠‌ generous type of‌‌​ person who would‌​ introduce Dereck to‍ other girls.

To​‌‍ be honest, she‍‌​ herself was frustrated‌‌‌ that she couldn’t‍‍ see him as⁠⁠ much as she​‍ wanted because of‍⁠​ her duties, and‌​⁠ such provocations only​​‍ irritated her more.‍‌‍

“You‍​‌ knocked on the‌‌​ wrong door and​⁠‍ by a lot.⁠​ But seeing your‍​ humble attitude, I’ll‍​ say it kindly.‌‍ Could you get⁠​ lost, please?”

With⁠ an empty laugh,‍⁠⁠ she walked out‍ of the hall.​

Diella⁠‌‍ scoffed while she‌‍ crossed the corridor‍ of Elfontaine Hall.⁠

In‍‌ any case, it⁠‌ seemed that more​ and more people‌ wanted to get‌‍‍ close to Dereck.‍

The​ safest way would⁠ be to connect‍ with his four‍⁠‍ direct disciples, but​ at least Diella‌‍‍ had no intention⁠​​ whatsoever of acting‌​‌ as a gatekeeper.​‍‍

She​ wasn’t the least‍‌ bit interested in⁠‍‌ helping anyone.

***​‌‍

They‍ say no flower‍‍⁠ lasts ten days,‍‍ and indeed, no​‍ one knew what​ turns life could​‌ take.

In⁠ recent years, the‌ political situation in‌‍‌ the southwest had⁠ been extremely turbulent.​‍

Even​ the Duplain family,‍ which once aspired‌​‍ to dominate the‍​‍ world, wavered, and‌‌ now even Beltus​⁠‍ found itself with​‍​ an uncertain future.‍‌

Of⁠ course, time had⁠⁠⁠ passed since the​ great misfortune of‌⁠⁠ the Duplain family,‌ so their power‍​ had shrunk a lot compared to‍​ before, and they​⁠‍ seemed to be‌‍ entering a stage‌‌⁠ of decline, although​‌ they had managed​​ to stabilize a bit.

They​ say even a wealthy family endures​ at least three⁠ generations.

They‍‌ sold part of‌⁠ their assets, asked⁠ for help from​⁠⁠ their collateral branches,‍ and with that,‍⁠⁠ they seemed to⁠⁠ endure better than⁠ expected.

Even‍⁠​ so, the size⁠ of the mansion​‍‍ and the number​⁠​ of servants were⁠‍‌ reduced to less‍​ than half, and‌​ their territory had‌ been devoured by⁠‍ peripheral nobles. Their‌‌‌ former greatness was​‍​ only a memory.‍​‌

Leigh,​⁠⁠ who inherited the‍⁠‍ position of head​‍ of the family,​ did his best,⁠ but it wasn’t‌‍ enough to reverse⁠ the trend of‌⁠⁠ slow decline.

Thus,⁠⁠‍ Duplain would slowly‌ sink until disappearing‌⁠‌ from historical records.‌

That​ was what most‌​‌ nobles predicted.

Until​ Aiselin rolled up​ her sleeves.

“Hello,​​​ brother. I earned‍ some money.”

“…”‍‍

After‌‍‌ inheriting the position‌‌ of head of​‍‍ the family and⁠​ formally starting to⁠‌ lead the senior‍‌ servants, Leigh stared‌‌ silently at Aiselin,​ who was dropping⁠ several leather pouches​ filled with gold‌ coins onto the‍ desk.

“This‍ is my share​⁠ of the operational​‍ profits from the‌⁠ Ravenclaw Training Center,‌⁠‍ and this is‍​⁠ part of my‌⁠ personal tutoring fees.‍​ They paid me⁠‍‌ in high-purity Altram‌ gold coins, but‌‌‍ I’ll have to‌​ exchange them to‍‍ use them in​ Ebelstein.”

“…”⁠‍

“With‌‌​ this we can​‍ cover all the‍ food expenses for​ the servants next‌‍ month, and we⁠‌‌ can also fully‌ pay the restoration⁠ costs of the⁠ mansion that we​‍​ covered with bonds.​⁠ We already repaid‍ the money our‍‍‌ relatives lent us‍‍ last month so‌‌ it would be​⁠‌ good to replenish⁠ the soldiers’ equipment‌⁠‍ and reclaim the‍⁠ artworks we left‍ as collateral.”

Aiselin‌ had always worked⁠ hard at the​⁠ Ravenclaw Training Center.⁠

When‍​‍ she began to‍⁠ bring small amounts​ of money to‍ help the family,⁠‍ Leigh was on‍⁠⁠ the verge of⁠​⁠ tears.

Leigh,​‌ who had been⁠ withering in apathy,‍‍‌ came back to⁠ himself upon seeing‌​‌ Aiselin working so⁠​ hard to revive​ the Duplain family,​‌ saving every last⁠‌‍ silver coin.

“It’s‍⁠ not much, but​‌⁠ I want to‍ do more for​‌⁠ Duplain. I think⁠‍ someday, brother Leigh‌​ will come out‌ of this state‌ and work hard‍‍⁠ for the family⁠​‌ again.”

Aiselin,‍​ smiling and fulfilling​‍​ her duty, looked‌‍ like the strongest⁠ person in the⁠‌‍ Duplain lineage.

Watching⁠‌‍ Aiselin, who spent‌​ even small sums‍​ for the family,‌ Leigh gradually began‌​ to fulfill his⁠‍‌ duties as head⁠‍​ of the family.​

He‍​​ managed the servants,⁠ sought help, and‌⁠​ little by little‍⁠‍ tried to restore‍‍​ Duplain’s prestige.

He‌​⁠ was always grateful​ to his lovely‌​ sister, who helped‌ him stand up,⁠​ and he tried⁠ to reciprocate her⁠ efforts.

But.‌

Thud.⁠⁠

At‌ some point, the​‌ amount of money⁠ she brought began⁠‍ to become a little strange.

“This​⁠⁠ month we also⁠⁠ received part of⁠ the payment for‍‍ the magical items‌‌​ sold at the⁠ Training Center. Fortunately,​​​ Sir Dereck shared‍⁠ a part of‌‍‌ the profits with‍ us.”

“…How‌‌ much is all⁠‍⁠ this…?”

“Well…‌ I haven’t counted‌​ it all yet,‍‌​ but it should‍⁠ cover the mansion’s⁠ operational expenses for‍‌ this month.”

“…It’s​ more than enough.‌‌ We don’t need⁠‌ that much.”

“Oh,​⁠ really? Then shall‍​ we expand the⁠​ stables? It seems‍⁠ we need to‌‍ hire more gardeners‍‍‌ too…”

In‍​ Duplain’s golden age,‌ Leigh had strong​‌ muscles, but after⁠ so many troubles,⁠ his appearance had⁠​ become thin and‌‌‌ exhausted.

While⁠‍ he silently watched‌ Aiselin, she seemed⁠​ to have brighter‍‌ skin and a more radiant presence‌‍ than even when⁠​‍ the family was‌​ at its peak.‍⁠ It was as‍ if she were‍ in full bloom.‍​

He⁠‌‌ knew Aiselin was⁠‌ capable, but he⁠‌ never imagined she​‌ was this capable.‌

To​‍ exaggerate a little​ she was the‍‍ one carrying the‌ Duplain family.

“The…⁠‍‍ Ravenclaw barony seems​​ to be having‌​ an unexpected boom.”⁠⁠

“Yes.‌ Thanks to that,⁠ I’m also in​​ a position where‌‌ I can pursue⁠​ my own ambitions.‌⁠ You can’t imagine‌​‌ how happy I am to help⁠ the Duplain family.”‍⁠

It⁠‌ was no longer⁠ simply “helping” she‌‌ was practically sustaining‌‍ it.

Leigh​‍ rubbed his face‍​ briefly, not knowing‌ what to say.​⁠ Although he was‍⁠ a duke, it​‌‍ was embarrassing to⁠‍ rely on the‌‌​ progress of a barony to survive.‍​

Creak.‍‍‍

“Oh,‌​ sister Aiselin. It’s​⁠​ been a while​‌‍ since you returned‍‍ to the main‍⁠ mansion.”

“Diella!⁠ You’re just as⁠⁠‌ beautiful and adorable‌‍ as ever! It⁠⁠ breaks my heart‌⁠‌ not being able‍ to see your‌​ face more often!”⁠

“Y-yeah…”‍⁠

Diella,‍​​ who was returning​ from her social⁠⁠ activities in the‌ noble district of⁠ Ebelstein, appeared in​‌ the patriarch’s office.​⁠‌

She⁠⁠ always looked haughty‍ and ill-tempered in​ the Rose Hall,⁠ but in front‍‌‍ of Aiselin she‌⁠ lowered her head‌​ like a meek‍⁠ lamb.

For‌‍ anyone who had‌⁠ seen the “beast”​‍ Diella used to​ be, this was‍​‍ shocking.

Aiselin‍ approached Diella with​⁠‍ a bright smile​​⁠ and hugged her,⁠ burying her between​‍ her chest and⁠​​ her blonde hair.⁠‍​

Diella‍‍​ lowered her gaze​‌‍ shyly, her cheeks‍ tense.

“I‍⁠ heard the news.‌ There was a big clash between‌⁠⁠ the Ravenclaw barony​‍‍ and Beltus.”

“Yes.‌‌‍ Sir Dereck led‌ the resolution, but‍⁠‍ he was gravely‌‌‍ injured and is‍​‍ recovering.”

“H-gravely‌⁠‌ injured…?”

“I‍‌ was very worried​​ too, but when​​‌ he returned to​​ the barony and​⁠ we checked his‌‌‌ condition, it seems⁠‌ the worst has‍‍ passed. He’ll recover​‍‌ in winter and​ return to work‍ at the training​ center in spring.”‌‌‍

Diella⁠⁠​ immediately tensed with⁠⁠‍ anxiety.

Dereck‍​ was the type‌ of man who⁠ risked his life​​ if it meant‌ achieving magical advancement.‌​‍

Diella​‌⁠ knew that better⁠‍ than anyone, and‌ she couldn’t help⁠‍ but stomp her​ foot on the‍ ground, tense.

“I​ understand your concern.​ But there’s no⁠⁠​ need to feel‍‌‍ overwhelmed. He told‌ me he’d come‍‌ to the Duplain‌⁠‍ mansion once he‌​‍ recovers.”

“D-Dereck…⁠‌ is coming?”

“Yes.‍ He mentioned he​‍‌ wanted to speak​​‍ with brother Leigh‌⁠ about something related⁠ to magical achievements…”​​

Leigh‌‌‍ also raised an‌‍⁠ eyebrow, confused.

He​‍ didn’t have a close relationship with​⁠​ Dereck.

However,⁠‌‌ since Aiselin worked​⁠ at the Ravenclaw‍‍‍ Center and since‌‌⁠ the Duplain family​​ owed so much​​ to the barony’s​‌ boom, they couldn’t⁠⁠‌ treat him lightly.⁠⁠‌

Leigh‍ rested his chin​ on his hand​ and fell into‌‍‌ deep thought.

And‍ Leigh was not​ the only one​ lost in thought.‍​‍

‘Dereck…‌​​ Dereck is going‍‌⁠ to come…?’

Diella‌‍ grabbed her head⁠‍ without realizing it,‌‍ moving it side‍‌ to side anxiously.‍⁠‍

The⁠‍‌ thought of seeing⁠‌ him again after‍ so long made‍ her extremely nervous.‌‍‍

They‌ had met several‌​​ times before and‍ had talked, but⁠ Dereck always had⁠ a way of‌​​ making others tense.‌​​

His‍‌‌ status and position‌ had completely changed‍‍‌ since Diella first⁠‌ met him.

Around⁠⁠ him were dazzling​ disciples like Ellen,​‍ Denise, and Siern.‍‌​ Each one extraordinary.‌‌‌

To‍ be able to⁠ stand on equal⁠​​ footing with them‍⁠​ she felt she‍‌ too needed to​⁠‌ show something.

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