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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 144: How the Sun Rises (4)

Chapter 144: How the Sun Rises (4)

“Thank⁠‌ you for your​​ hard work, Your‍​ Excellency.”

Clank,​​⁠ clank.

Rodelia,​‍ who had taken⁠​‌ off the silver​​ armor larger than‌‍‍ her own body,‌​ was drenched in⁠‍ sweat.

Her⁠​ physical prime had‌⁠ long passed, and‍‍ the marks of⁠⁠ time were visible‌​ on her face,‌‌ but she did‍​‌ not seem to​ care.

This‍​⁠ noble, born with‍ the instincts of‌ a warrior, had‌ been fighting for‌‍ her life on​ that terrible battlefield,​⁠ and yet she​‌​ showed almost no‍⁠ fatigue.

After‍​ receiving help from⁠⁠‌ the maids and‌⁠‍ finishing her bath,‍‍ she sat in⁠​ a comfortable chair,⁠‍ her body much​​ more at ease,​‍‌ and fell into⁠​‍ deep reflection.

‘It⁠ seems there is‌‌​ nothing more I can do regarding‍ the Beltus matter.​‍‍ All that’s left​ is to trust​⁠‌ that the young⁠‍ lady and the‍‍ firstborn handle it​‍‌ well on their‌ own.’

The‌​ fact that Duke⁠‌ Beltus had fled​‍ was concerning, but⁠ for now her​‍​ priority was to‌ report everything to‌⁠ Emperor Guttrel.

She⁠ needed to report⁠​ the events that​​‌ occurred in the‌‍⁠ Beltus mansion and‌ the birth of⁠ a new 4-star‍‍​ mage.

Dereck⁠⁠ Lydorf Ravenclaw, baron.⁠‌

Remembering⁠ the man who‌​ had collapsed at‌‌⁠ the scene, covered⁠ in blood, Countess⁠⁠⁠ Rodelia clenched and⁠⁠‍ released her blistered‍ hands several times.​⁠

‘Truly,‍ I want that‍‍ man under my​‍ command.’

However.‍

No‍‌‍ matter how she​ reviewed it in​‍‌ her mind, Dereck‌​ was not someone‌⁠⁠ who would easily‌ swear loyalty under‍ others.

He‌​ was only under​ the protection of‍‍‌ Lord Melverot, the​⁠​ ruler of the‍⁠⁠ north, because the​⁠‍ latter could guarantee​​‌ his safety.

But‍‍ considering his willingness⁠⁠ to risk his⁠ life fighting necromancers,‌‌‍ and the fact​ that he had‍⁠ reached the level⁠‌ of a 4-star‌‍‍ mage at such‌‍ a young age,‍ he was not‍⁠ someone she wanted‌‍⁠ to “give up”​‍ to another noble⁠⁠‌ house.

Above‍​‍ all, she had‌ known of his​‌ existence before the⁠‍⁠ other high-ranking nobles.‍‌‍

If​ this had happened​‌⁠ in the central‍​ area of the⁠‌ continent, Kohella would⁠⁠ have already learned‌⁠ of it immediately,⁠ and Emperor Guttrel‍‍ seemed to have‌‌ heard rumors even⁠‌ before Rodelia sent‍​ her report.

Rumors‌ about Baron Dereck⁠ were already spreading,​ and once the‍ official report was⁠​ completed, his name‌ would be on⁠⁠ the lips of‌‍ all the high⁠ nobles.

To‌⁠‌ secure talent, one​‍ must act when​​ it is at⁠⁠ its lowest point.​‍

From​ that perspective, having‍ had contact with‌ Dereck before the‌⁠ others was an‍‍⁠ enormous advantage.

But‍ he was not​‍ someone easy to‍ influence.

If​ he were someone‍ who could be​ persuaded simply with⁠‌ good treatment, there⁠​⁠ would be no⁠‌ reason for concern.⁠‌

‘…Even⁠​ so, it seems⁠‌ there is a way.’

The‌​​ advantage of having‍⁠ met him first​‍‌ was this—that she⁠ knew something about‍ Baron Dereck’s private⁠‍ life.

During⁠​‍ the recent subjugation‌‌ in Beltus, Rodelia‍⁠​ had heard and⁠​ seen several things⁠‌ about Dereck, but⁠‌‌ what shocked her‍‌⁠ most was the‌ presence of Baroness​ Pheline.

The‍ baroness, who had⁠⁠ originally been a common mercenary—surprisingly, she​‍‌ did not seem​​​ particularly close to‌​‍ Dereck.

Of​‌ course, they had​ shared many years‌‌‍ of battle, and‌‍ between them existed‍ a beautiful camaraderie,⁠ but that was⁠ different from romantic⁠‍ affection.

Rodelia,‌‌​ well-versed in aristocratic⁠‌‍ culture, understood in⁠⁠ an instant.

The⁠‍‌ presence of Baroness​ Pheline was merely​‍​ nominal, an arrangement‌ to stabilize the‌‍⁠ family image and‍⁠ receive the title—but‌‍ Dereck did not‌ yet have a suitable partner.

At‌ that moment, Rodelia​‌ felt as if​‌​ lightning struck her‌ head.

A man who apparently‍‍ had a partner.​​

But​​ in truth, he⁠ was only focused‌‍ on magic.

And‍ most importantly—she was‍‌ the only one​ among the high‍ nobles who knew‍⁠ this fact.

In⁠‌‌ short, if she‍⁠ could link him​⁠​ with her daughter,‌ she could draw​ him into her‍‍ sphere of influence.‌⁠

Perhaps⁠‌ it was divine‍ help.

As​⁠ it happened, she​⁠⁠ had a daughter‌ who, although full‍ of defects, was‌⁠ at least pretty.‌

Trisha‍‌ Lemina Renuel, the‍​‌ countess’s daughter, was​‍‍ somewhat vain and⁠ had a bad​ temper, but if⁠ they managed to​⁠‌ keep her mouth‍⁠ shut, her appearance⁠​‍ was acceptable.

Of‍​ course, compared to‍ the dazzling noble​​ young ladies Dereck​ accepted as disciples,‌‍ Trisha fell short—but​​⁠ romantic relationships were​ often resolved if⁠​ pushed forcefully enough.⁠

‘Trisha,‍⁠ who had always‍ been a headache⁠⁠ since she was⁠​‍ little—perhaps this time‌‍ she will serve‌ some purpose in‌ the family.’

Heaven⁠‍ had not given⁠ her dignity or‍⁠ character, but that​‌ could be fixed​⁠‍ through harsh discipline—Rodelia‍ knew how to‍⁠ educate with blows‍​ of reality.

In‌​⁠ the social circles‍‌​ of Ebelstein, Trisha⁠⁠ strutted with arrogance,⁠‍ but in the⁠‌ countess’s mansion she‌​ trembled like a small animal with​ just one sideways⁠⁠ glance from Rodelia.​

Considering‍ the strict education⁠‍ she had received​ since childhood, it‍⁠‌ was natural that⁠‌‍ she feared her‌⁠‍ so much. Rodelia⁠ was more tenacious⁠‍ than most men.​‍‌

With‌ a satisfied smile,‍​​ she ordered a servant to summon⁠​​ Trisha.

***‌​

“I⁠‌ recently heard that⁠⁠‌ he has been​‍‌ staying at Duke‍‍ Duplain’s residence. It‍ seems he is​‌​ investigating the family‌ matters for his‍​​ disciple, Lady Diella,⁠​ or for his‌ associate, Lady Aiselin.”‍‌

“I⁠ see…”

Snow‍‌​ was softly falling​⁠ over Count Renouel’s⁠​​ residence.

On​​ the wide table⁠​ there was a variety of refreshments,​‌ but neither Rodelia,​‍​ who detested sweet⁠‍​ things, nor Trisha,​ who was extremely‍​ tense, reached out⁠‌ to take any.​‌

Countess‌​ Rodelia looked at‌‍‍ her only daughter,​ Trisha, and interlaced‍‍ her hands as‍‌​ she spoke solemnly.​​​

“It​​ seems you have​⁠‌ connections in the⁠ social circle of‌​​ Ebelstein, especially in​⁠ the Rose Hall.‌‌ Trisha, I believe⁠ you should put⁠‍ a bit more⁠⁠​ effort into deepening‌ your relationship with⁠‍ Baron Dereck.”

“I-if…⁠‌​ if Mother orders‌​ it, I… I will do it…‍‍ b-but… I must⁠ think about how‍​‍ to do it‌‌ specifically…”

“Isn’t‍⁠‍ it obvious? There​ are quite a few ladies associated⁠ with the Rose‌‌‍ Hall. Especially lately,​‌ they have been‌​ collaborating a lot⁠⁠⁠ with the Duplain⁠ side—you should approach‌⁠⁠ those people and‌​ look for an‍ opportunity.”

“T-Those‌‌ people… you mean…?”​

With⁠ an expression that‍‌⁠ suggested the question‌ was unnecessary, Rodelia⁠​⁠ answered naturally.

“Well,‍‍⁠ as the eldest‌‍‍ daughter, Lady Aiselin…”‍⁠

“…”‌‌

In‍ Trisha’s case, she​‌ had the precedent⁠‌ of having spilled⁠‍‌ tea over Aiselin’s​ head.

And⁠‌ she had also‌ laughed arrogantly as​‌ if it were⁠ amusing.

Trisha’s​​ face turned pale.‍‍​

“If‌‍​ that is too‍ difficult, I heard​‌ that the younger‍⁠ daughter of the‌ Duplain family, Lady‌​‍ Diella, is also⁠⁠‌ affiliated with the⁠ Rose Hall…”

In⁠‌ Trisha’s case, she​⁠ also had the⁠‌⁠ precedent of having‌‌⁠ received a slap‌‍ from Diella.

Rodelia,‍‌ who paid no‍​‍ attention to trivial⁠ skirmishes among the​​‌ young women of‍​​ society, did not⁠⁠⁠ know that Trisha’s‌⁠⁠ relationship with the‌ Duplain sisters was‍‌ already broken beyond​​‌ repair.

Why‌​ had it reached⁠⁠‌ that point?

Because​ she believed nothing‌⁠‍ would happen.

Because⁠‌ it seemed obvious⁠‍ that Duplain would⁠ crumble and collapse,⁠‍​ while the Renouel​​​ family—rising like foam​‍ thanks to Rodelia’s⁠‍⁠ merits—would prosper eternally.⁠​

It‍‌‌ was more than​ shortsightedness—it was reckless​‌ arrogance dominated by⁠‌ vanity—but now, regretting‍​ it was meaningless.‍‌​

And‌⁠ although Trisha’s original‌ assumption was not‌⁠ wrong.

The‍‌‍ variable called Dereck⁠‌ had already developed‍​‍ to a level‌​​ capable of changing‍‌ the power structure​⁠ of the southwest‍ of the continent.​​

In‌‍‌ fact, the only‌⁠‍ difference between Duplain​​ and Trisha was⁠ whether they had‍ a connection with​ Dereck—unfortunately, in noble​​‍ circles, those seemingly‍‌‌ trivial differences determined‍⁠ the outcomes.

It⁠⁠ was truly exasperating.⁠‍

***⁠

“Ah,​‌ hello, Lady Diella.”​​‌

As‍⁠⁠ a result, at‌⁠ the Rose Hall​⁠ meeting two weeks​⁠⁠ later, Trisha ended‌‌​ up approaching Diella​⁠​ first.

An⁠​‍ unthinkable situation—Trisha, daughter​ of Countess Renouel,​⁠ whose prestige was⁠ rising, speaking first⁠​ to Diella, the‌⁠ youngest daughter of‌ the Duplain family,‍‌ with whom she​‍‍ had an awful‍‌ relationship.

That⁠‌​ someone—and worse yet,‍⁠ Trisha—would voluntarily approach​ Diella, who was⁠​‍ known to pounce⁠ like a wild​⁠‍ animal at the​ slightest improper comment,‌‌‌ was like watching⁠ someone crawl willingly‌‍​ into a lion’s⁠ den.

Pure⁠ madness. Diella was​ the kind of⁠‍⁠ person who could‍​​ slap someone without‍‍ hesitation if something⁠⁠⁠ displeased her.

Among⁠ the young noblewomen⁠⁠ there already existed‍‍ such an intimidating‌⁠ aura around Diella‌⁠ that they hesitated⁠ even to speak‌ to her. It​​​ was hard to‍ believe that girl​‍ belonged to a fallen family.

“…”​

Diella,⁠‍​ who was flipping⁠​ through a rather‌⁠ advanced philosophy book,⁠‍ lifted her gaze‌ and silently observed⁠‍⁠ Trisha.

Her⁠‍ look clearly asked,‌‍‌ What is she⁠‌ scheming this time?‍​

Just⁠​‌ meeting her eyes‌‌‌ made Trisha feel⁠‍ as if a lion had roared,‌ and her body​‌ shivered involuntarily.

“Get​‌ lost.”

Saying‍‍ that, Diella lowered⁠ her gaze back‌⁠‌ to the book.‌​

It​​​ was an open‍‍ declaration of war.⁠‌

Trisha’s⁠⁠ temple throbbed, but⁠‌ she forced herself​ to suppress her‍​ anger.

By‌⁠​ now, Diella had⁠‍‌ completely figured out‌ Trisha’s intentions.

The⁠​ fact that the​‌ arrogant Trisha would‌ approach with such⁠⁠‍ a docile attitude‍‌‍ could only mean‍ one thing—she wanted​ to get close⁠ to the family​ of Baron Ravenclaw,‌⁠​ just like so​‍​ many others.

Unfortunately,‍⁠ this social trend​​‍ forming around her‍‌‍ irritated Diella deeply.​

Being‍​​ treated as a guardian that protects‌⁠⁠ Dereck was humiliating!‌

To‍⁠ approach Baron Ravenclaw,‍‌⁠ they first had⁠⁠​ to be acknowledged‌‌‌ by one of⁠ his four direct‍ disciples—that detestable tacit‍‍​ system!

And‌​ to make matters⁠​⁠ worse, Dereck wasn’t⁠‌⁠ paying her any‌ attention lately.

Even​‌ though he was‌ staying in the‍‌‌ Duplain manor, he‍‌​ spent all day⁠‌ talking business with⁠‌​ Aiselin, ignoring her‍‍ completely.

Everything‍​​ was frustrating—this way⁠ and that.

And‌ on top of⁠ that, Trisha—one of‌‌ her sworn enemies—approaching‍​ to win her⁠ favor was unbearable⁠​ for this girl‍‌ with the instincts‍‌ of a wild‌​ beast.

Trisha‌ was sweating cold.‌‍

How‌​​ am I supposed‌‌ to get through‌⁠ this wall and‌ approach Baron Ravenclaw?⁠‌

Last‍ time she tried​‍ to act on‍​ her own she‌ failed miserably, so‌‍ now the pressure‍‍ was even worse.‌‍​

And​ to make it⁠‌‌ worse, the terrifying⁠​⁠ Countess Rodelia was⁠⁠⁠ pushing her from⁠⁠‌ behind, demanding that​‌ she establish contact‍​‍ with the Duplains⁠‌ urgently.

Trisha⁠⁠‌ was cornered.

“It’s‌‍​ not that, it’s‍ just that this⁠⁠⁠ time the Duplain​​ family is working‌​ on something… if‍‍‌ there were anything​ the Renouel family​‍⁠ could assist with…”​⁠​

“We​​‍ don’t need anything.‌​​ Get lost.”

Creak.‌‍​

Diella​⁠ pushed her chair⁠‍‍ back and stood‍‍ up, glaring fiercely‌‍‍ at Trisha.

The⁠ sight was that​ of a beast⁠​​ baring its fangs.‌⁠ Really, who in‍⁠‌ this world could​‍ put a leash⁠⁠ on that girl?​⁠​

Under⁠ the astonished gazes‌ of the other​​ young ladies, Diella‍​ left the hall‌‍‍ with firm steps.​⁠

It​‌⁠ was as if​‌ a growling beast’s‍⁠‍ form appeared behind‍⁠ her, making anyone​‌ wonder who in‍‍‍ this world would⁠‍​ be capable of‌ putting a collar​ on that girl.​

Receiving⁠ the stares of‍ the gathered young​ noblewomen, she advanced​ with firm steps‌​ down the corridor,‍‍ looking completely out⁠ of the ordinary.‍​

‘Feeling‌ this up and⁠ down…?! It hurts‌ my pride too?!’‍

Diella‍⁠​ was a girl⁠​ of strong temperament.⁠​

After⁠‌ returning to the​⁠ main building of‌‍⁠ the Duplain manor‌‌ after a long⁠ time, she walked‍​⁠ quickly, furious.

In​⁠‌ truth, she had⁠ been feeling affection‌ toward Dereck for‌⁠​ quite a while,⁠​​ and she knew‍ very well how‌ humiliating it was​‌ to sulk and‌​ behave annoyingly just​‍⁠ because he wasn’t​​ paying attention to‌‍‍ her.

As⁠‍ a noble with⁠​‍ dignity, she thought‌​‍ she should treat‍⁠ him with haughtiness.​‍

But‍‍ it was natural⁠​ that a girl​‍⁠ her age couldn’t⁠ always act according‌‌‍ to her intentions.​‍​

As​ a result, she‌​⁠ began to feel‍​ not only resentful⁠‌‌ but genuinely hurt.‍

Diella‌⁠⁠ was also a young noblewoman, and‍ not someone who⁠ needed to cling​‍ to another person​ to the point‍ of making pathetic‌ pleas.

Even‌​ if Dereck’s reputation‌‌ was sky-high these​​ days, there was⁠ no reason for‍​ Diella to be​⁠ shaken by that—in⁠‍ fact, this entire​‍​ situation of feeling‍‌‌ so offended was⁠​ absurd.

In​ Ebelstein’s social circles,‌ she was known‍⁠ as a tyrant.​

Since‌‌ childhood she had​ dominated and ruled‌ over her servants,​​ radiating an aura‌ that made her​‌‍ hard to approach.⁠

The​‍‌ fact that she​ was now worrying‌ about a simple​‌ baron from a remote region was​‍ ridiculous.

Therefore,​ Diella advanced decisively,​‌‍ lips pressed tight,⁠⁠ determined to show​⁠‌ that it was⁠​ Dereck who should‍⁠‍ regret things, not‍ her.

Creak.‌​‌

As​ Diella came out⁠‍ looking annoyed, the⁠⁠⁠ door of a reception room in‌​‍ one of the‌‍‍ corridors of the‍‌⁠ Duplain manor opened,‌⁠ and Dereck came‍‍ out holding several⁠ documents.

He​‌⁠ still had scratches‌⁠ all over his⁠‍ body, but he‌‌​ seemed to have​ recovered quite a bit.

“Oh,‌⁠ Lady Diella.”

“…Dereck!”‍‌

For‍‌‍ a moment she‍​‌ almost brightened, but​‌​ already in a completely foul mood,​‍ Diella pouted and‌​​ grumbled.

“I⁠ see you’re very‍⁠⁠ busy, Dereck.”

“No,‌ it’s just that‌ I’ve started too⁠ many things… but⁠ it’s good. Running‌‍‌ into each other⁠​ like this is​​ fortunate.”

“Huh?”⁠

“We‌⁠‍ haven’t had many‍‍⁠ chances to talk‍ lately, Lady Diella.⁠ Besides, if the⁠​ Ravenclaw Training Center​ branch goes well,‍ there are several​ things I’d like⁠ to ask for⁠‍‌ your help with.”⁠‍

“F–for​‌‍ me?”

“That’s‌⁠ right. Did I offend you?”

“Hah…⁠⁠ Well, of course…​ of course it’s⁠‍‌ all… totally fine!”‌

“Really?”‍

“…”⁠

Diella​​​ replied like that‍⁠‌ and then sighed,‌​ touching her forehead.​‍ The words had​‌ slipped out before‍ she could control​ them.

In‍⁠ any case, it‍ was never easy⁠‌​ to be harsh‌ with Dereck.

‘It‌‌​ seems he’s had‍​ a lot of⁠ pressure with his‌‌ family’s unstable situation​​​ too.’

Seeing‌ Diella hitting her​​‍ head for no​​‌ reason, Dereck could​‌ only look at‌‍‍ her with eyes‌​‍ full of compassion.⁠

That‍⁠‌ look killed Diella​⁠‍ for the second‌ time.

“In‍​‍ fact, the reason​ I’m pushing this​​‍ matter is to​ normalize Duplain. It​​ would be best‌​⁠ if Lady Diella​⁠‌ could take the​⁠⁠ lead.”

It⁠​⁠ was truly embarrassing‍⁠‍ to feel excited‌ just from having‍‍ tea alone with​⁠⁠ Dereck after so‍‍‍ long.

Even‍ so, Diella, with‍​ her pretty blond‍​⁠ hair tied back‍​ with a navy⁠ ribbon and a frilled dress, tilted‌ her head at⁠‍ Dereck’s words.

“Duplain,⁠⁠ you say?”

“Yes.⁠⁠​ We have overcome‌‍ great crises, and⁠ now that the‍‍‌ family structure has⁠⁠​ stabilized, it’s time‍‌‌ to seize the⁠ opportunity to recover.”​​​

Aiselin⁠⁠ was going around‍‌‌ working without rest​ and earning money‌‍​ while calling herself⁠ a fallen noble,‍‍‌ and Diella was‌ being treated like⁠⁠⁠ a thorn in‍​​ the Rose Hall.​​

This‌‍‍ couldn’t continue forever.‌​

Dereck​ was thinking of‍⁠‌ turning Duplain into‌ the new social​​⁠ center of the‍‍ continent’s southwest.

From‌ the start, he​ didn’t want the‍ Ravenclaw Barony to​⁠​ become even more⁠ complicated than it​​ already was.

Aiselin‌‍⁠ was so capable⁠ that, if left​‌ alone, she would​⁠ really turn the⁠‌ Ravenclaw Barony into‍ the headquarters of⁠​​ the entire social⁠ world.

She‍ was a runaway‍ train, advancing with‌ no limits.

Someone​ had to stop‌‍ her…

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