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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 149: The Youngest Disciple (1)

Chapter 149: The Youngest Disciple (1)

“Di-Diella,‌⁠‍ m-my lady. The⁠​ weather is very⁠‌‌ n-nice today. For‌⁠‌ the end of​‍ winter it’s warm‍ and already feels⁠‍ t-temperate.”

“If‍​‍ you don’t have⁠‌​ any engagements today,​ how would you‌ f-feel about having‍ some tea at​‌ our Luden family’s‌⁠ mansion?”

“My⁠⁠‌ father, Viscount Krox,⁠⁠ s-says he would‍ very much like⁠ to see you‍ at least once,‍​⁠ Lady Diella.”

To​ enter the Ravenclaw⁠⁠​ Academy and become‌​ a direct disciple⁠‍ of the baron,‍‍ in the end‍⁠​ one had to‍ obtain the permission⁠ of his most‍⁠ senior disciple, Diella‍ Katerine Duplain.

When‌ that fact became⁠‌​ public, Diella’s position​‌ within the Rose​ Salon shot up⁠‍​ so high that‍​⁠ she practically reached​ the very top.‍‌​

The‍⁠‌ prestige of the​ Duplain family, which⁠​ had already been​​ on the rise,​‍‌ grew even more;‍⁠ it gave the⁠‌‍ impression that they‌​ had returned to​ the level they‍​ had before Valerian‍‌ became involved with‍ the magic of​ the spirit branch.​‍

Naturally,​‌ the moment Diella​​‍ appeared at the⁠⁠ Rose Salon and​⁠ walked among the‌ people, all the⁠ young noble ladies‍‌ watched her with‌​⁠ extreme caution.

“That’s‌ enough.”

Of​​ course, there was⁠‌ no way Diella⁠ would yield so​​ easily.

She⁠⁠‌ knew very well​​ that these young‌‌ ladies were approaching⁠‌‍ her because they​⁠ wanted to become‌⁠ Dereck’s disciples. Diella‍ did not like⁠ at all that​ the number of⁠​​ Dereck’s disciples was‌‍‌ increasing.

That⁠​ is why, when⁠‍⁠ they approached her‍‍⁠ in such an‍ obvious way, she⁠‌ bristled and growled‌‍ like a beast.‍‍ It was not⁠ easy to gain‍‌​ favor with such‍⁠⁠ a creature.

Therefore,​⁠‌ the young ladies‍⁠ of the salon‍ had to look‍ for another strategy.⁠‍

If​‍‍ they could not‍‌‌ win over this⁠​ girl, then they⁠​ had to make⁠ a good impression​ on someone Diella‌⁠ could not do⁠ anything against.

As⁠ mentioned, in all‍ of Ebelstein there​‌ were only two‍‌⁠ people capable of⁠ controlling Diella.

One​⁠ was the baron⁠​​ Ravenclaw himself, but‍​‍ talking about him​ was useless, since‍​ he hardly ever⁠⁠ appeared in the‌​‌ Elfontine building. However,‍⁠‍ the other person​ was a different​⁠ case.

It‍‌‌ was someone who​ could completely control‌‌​ Diella, who spoke‌ better, was kind,‍ and gentle.

“It’s⁠ been a while⁠​⁠ since you came​ to the salon,​ hasn’t it? L-Lady‌​ Aiselin, h-have you‌ been well these​‍ days? I heard‍​ you’ve been very⁠⁠‌ busy.”

Aiselin,⁠‍⁠ who had been​ unable to attend​⁠​ the salon due​‍‍ to matters of​ the Duplain family​ and the Ravenclaw‌‌ mansion, came after‌‍‌ a long time,⁠ and instantly a huge group of‌⁠ young noble ladies‍⁠‌ gathered around her⁠ as if they⁠​ were fans.

Aiselin​‌​ had always received​ the admiration of‌ many, but lately⁠‌⁠ it had grown‌​⁠ almost obsessive, something​⁠‌ that left her‍ bewildered.

‘I-It‍ wasn’t to this‍‌ extent…’

Aiselin⁠ had come to‍‌ the salon to⁠​‌ listen to opinions‍‌ about the academy‌‌ that would be‌ built on Duplain‍⁠ land, receive admission‌​ requests, and review​​​ various changes.

But⁠‌ seeing such an‍ exaggerated reaction, it⁠​ almost seemed like‍​‌ Diella had climbed​​‍ to levels unthinkable​​‍ within the Rose‌⁠⁠ Salon.

Perhaps‌​ even to the​⁠​ same level as​ Aiselin in her⁠ prime.

Thinking⁠ that, Aiselin smiled‌ kindly and walked‌​ through the young​​ noble ladies of​‌ the hall.

***⁠⁠

The⁠ three young ladies​⁠‌ traditionally considered the⁠‍ most distinguished of⁠⁠‍ the Rose Salon⁠‌ were Aiselin, Ellen,‌‍ and Denise.

When‍‌‌ the three sat⁠‌⁠ together, no other‌ young lady could​​ approach due to‍ the aura they​⁠⁠ emitted.

However,​ lately they had⁠‌​ barely been able​ to meet, whether​​ due to family​ problems or various​​ incidents.

That⁠‍ day, sitting together​‌ again in the⁠ main seat, the‌ three had an​ air quite different‌⁠ from before.

“It’s‌‍ been a long‌⁠‍ time since we‌​‍ saw each other‌‍ in the Elfontine​‌ building. Lady Denise,​ Lady Ellen.”

Aiselin,⁠​‍ who had undergone‌​‍ the greatest personal​‍⁠ changes, sat at‍‌⁠ one side of‍​ the round table⁠‍ and smiled.

Ellen​ and Denise, sitting⁠‍ across from her,‍⁠‌ looked at her.⁠‍

Ellen‌‌ still had her⁠⁠‍ long red hair‍⁠‍ and eyes of‍⁠​ the same color,​​‍ like an embodied‌⁠ flame.

Although‍⁠‍ her appearance hadn’t⁠‌‍ changed much, her​​⁠ attitude did seem‌‍ softer than before.⁠⁠​

Perhaps​​‌ because they now​​‌ shared the same‍‌​ master, her caution⁠ had diminished quite​‌ a bit.

Even​ so, there was​ a strange nuance⁠ in the air—more⁠⁠ than social rivals,⁠⁠ they had become​⁠ romantic rivals.

Of‍‌‍ course, none of​​ them was reckless⁠‌ enough to show​‍​ it openly.

“Have‌‌ you been well,‌⁠​ Lady Aiselin? I heard many things‍‌​ have happened.”

“Yes,‍​​ enough time has​⁠ passed, so everything⁠‌ is partly resolved.‍‍​ So rather…”

Aiselin‍‌‍ paused carefully and‍​ looked at Denise.​

Her‍​⁠ ash-gray hair looked​⁠‌ even paler, and‍ her slightly sunken​ eyes gave her​ a tired appearance.⁠​

She‌ looked exhausted—not desperate,‍⁠ but very fatigued.‌‌​

When‌​ Denise used to‍⁠‌ attend the salon,⁠‌‍ she was the‌​‌ perfect embodiment of‌‌‌ a noble young‍​ lady.

But​​ lately that mask⁠ had been breaking,⁠​ and she showed​ more of her​ true self, which​‌‍ to Aiselin was‍⁠ even better.

She‍‌ knew very well⁠ why—with so many‍ internal and external​‌ problems, it was​‍⁠ natural for the‌‌ façade to crumble.​⁠⁠

The‍‍ internal situation of‌‍ the Beltus family‍⁠ was, without exaggeration,‌ complete chaos.

Seeing⁠ that tired face,‍‌⁠ which reminded her⁠‌⁠ so much of⁠​‍ her own in‍‍ the past, Aiselin‍​‌ sighed inwardly.

“Don’t‍ worry too much​⁠ about me. Sometimes,‌⁠‍ if one runs​​ enough, the family​ starts walking again—you‍⁠ know that well,‍​ don’t you, Aiselin?”‍​

Denise‌ spoke lightly, but‌‍‌ her exhaustion was‌ evident.

The‌ three main young‍‍​ ladies of the⁠⁠ Rose Salon had‌ finally reunited.

Even⁠​‌ though their status⁠​‌ and positions were⁠ now different, their​​ aura was as​‌‍ powerful as always.‌

While⁠ they were talking,‌ something happened.

— Creak, tap.

In‌ the most important⁠​⁠ seat of the⁠ salon, the one⁠⁠​ belonging to the⁠​ true powers of​‍⁠ the place, someone​ approached without any‍‍ hesitation, pulled out⁠ a chair, and‌ sat down without‌ permission.

“May⁠⁠‌ I sit?”

She⁠ asked, but without​ waiting for an⁠ answer.

Her⁠‌ crossed arms and⁠ the tilt of‌ her head showed⁠⁠ a strange mix​‌ of arrogance and‌‍ elegance.

If‍​ it had been⁠​ any other young‌ lady, that would​ have been considered‍​‌ madness worthy of‍​ expulsion from the‍​ salon.

But​ when they saw​ who it was,‍​‌ no one could⁠‍ object.

It‍​ was Diella.

And‌‌ behind her came⁠ someone even more‌ fearsome.

“I’ll⁠⁠ sit here too.”⁠‍⁠

At⁠⁠‍ the huge round⁠ table, with almost​‌⁠ no empty seats,​ the last chair​ was taken by‌‌⁠ Siern, the daughter‍⁠ of the Rochester⁠‍ family and the​ beloved child of‌⁠ the 6-star mage‌ Melverot.

Her​‍‌ small body took​​​ the seat and‍ leaned back.

Not‌‌⁠ a single young⁠‌ lady in the⁠‌ salon showed a displeased expression.

If‌ one talked about‍ who was at​‍ the top of⁠​ the Rose Salon,‍ many would think⁠ of three people;​‍​ but since the⁠‍​ Ravenclaw family entered‍ the aristocracy, the⁠ structure had changed.⁠⁠

Now⁠‍‌ there were five​‍⁠ at the top.‍‌

And‌‌⁠ four of them‌ shared the same​​⁠ master.

In⁠⁠ short, the aristocratic​ society of Ebelstein⁠‍ was already completely⁠ under the influence‌​⁠ of the Ravenclaw⁠⁠⁠ family.

Moreover,​ each of those⁠‍‌ young ladies was​‌ someone nobody else‌‌​ could control.

At‌ this moment, there⁠ was no one⁠‌ in the entire‌‍ Elfontine building with​​ enough authority to‌⁠ rule over them.⁠

Diella‌⁠ placed the official‌​ document from the‍ baron Ravenclaw on‌​​ the table and​‌ said.

“Baron‍⁠‍ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw,‌‍‍ in charge of‌ supervising the Ravenclaw‍ Academy, has granted‍⁠‌ me direct authority‍ to handle the⁠‍​ disciples.”

Denise,‍​⁠ Ellen, and Siern‍​ glanced at her,‌⁠ each with a gaze heavier than⁠ the other, as‌⁠​ if they carried⁠ an entire continent‌‌ on their shoulders.‍‍‍

It​​‌ was enough to‌​‍ become enemies with​⁠‌ one of them‌ to endanger an⁠⁠⁠ entire family.

Even‌​‌ so, Diella puffed‌‌ out her chest‍ and spoke with‍​​ complete confidence. In⁠⁠ these kinds of⁠‍ matters, Diella never‌‌ hesitated.

“Of‍ course, I cannot​⁠ interfere in family‌‍⁠ matters or daily⁠ life. But when‌⁠‍ it comes to⁠ the hierarchy among​​ disciples, I am‌‌⁠ at the top,​ and you must​ respect me accordingly.”​⁠⁠

It‍​ was rare to‌‌ see Diella show‌⁠ courtesy.

Even‌⁠‌ with Denise, the‌‍ first time they‌‌‌ met, Diella had‍​ charged at her‌⁠​ without thinking.

But‍‌ now she spoke​ with manners for​‌ a clear reason—if⁠ she showed a minimum of formality,​‌‌ she expected the⁠ same from the‌⁠‌ others.

They‌‍‌ were not facing‌​​ weak nobles from‍‍ the countryside, but‍‍‌ heiresses of the‍​ fundamental families of‌ the southwestern continent.‌⁠‌

Seeing​‌‌ her, all the​ young ladies watching⁠⁠ felt a cold⁠ sweat run down​‌​ their necks.

With‍‍‌ such monsters present,‍⁠​ maintaining that bearing​⁠ was something only‌ Diella could do.⁠‍‍

Depending​ on who heard‍ it, that could‍ be interpreted as​‍‍ a declaration of‌⁠ war.

But​ the round table‌​⁠ remained silent.

Dereck​ had officially acknowledged⁠ Diella’s authority.

And​⁠‍ everyone there knew​‌‍ exactly what that​ meant.

“If​‌‍ there are no‍⁠​ objections, I’ll leave‌‌ it like this.”‍

Diella‍​​ placed the documents​ on the table​‍ and stepped down‍⁠⁠ firmly. The crowd‍ parted automatically.

If‌⁠ the hierarchy were​ measured by family​‌ prestige, first place‌ would belong to​‌ Ellen of Belmierd​‍ or Siern of‌‍ Rochester.

But⁠⁠⁠ among Dereck’s disciples,‍ the undisputed number⁠⁠ one was Diella.‌‌‌

In⁠‌ this place, that​ fact became completely⁠‌ clear.

Fourth,‌‍​ Siern.

Third,‍​​ Denise.

Second,‌‌⁠ Ellen.

First,‌ Diella.

Seeing‍​​ each of them,‍ the young nobles⁠ around had no⁠‍ choice but to‌​​ swallow hard.

To⁠ enter as the‍​⁠ new youngest disciple‍‍ among those four—they⁠​ had to think‍​​ very seriously about‍ it.

***‍​‌

“A‍⁠ letter arrived from⁠​⁠ the Hergis family‍‌ saying that they​ will return part⁠‍ of the mining⁠​ rights of Mount⁠​‍ Rodel that they⁠​ had taken. In⁠⁠‌ exchange, they are‌‌ asking for the‍⁠ right to priority‍‌ admission to the‍​ Ravenclaw Academy that‍​‌ is under construction.”‌

“The​ Riventeil family is‌⁠ the same. They‍ say they apologize​‌ for having forcibly‌ taken part of‍​ the tax rights‍‍ of the Lebels⁠⁠‌ plain, and they‌⁠⁠ themselves requested to‌​ set a meeting​‌‌ to renegotiate. However,​ they are also‍​ asking for the​​ right to priority​⁠ admission to the⁠ Academy and also​‍ the right to​⁠⁠ negotiate directly with‍ Baron Ravenclaw.”

The‍ high vassals, the‍ chief butler, and​ other servants were​ gathered, reporting the​ situation to the​ current head of‍ House Duplain, Leigh.⁠

Leigh⁠⁠ was already busy‌ reviewing the status‌‍ of civil works​‌ within the territory,‍‍⁠ and following the​ changes among nobles⁠​ from neighboring territories​ and central nobles.‍‍

On⁠ top of that,‍​⁠ he had to‌‍‌ review the administration⁠‍ of the mansion,‌⁠‍ so it was​‍ enough to make‍‍‌ his head explode.​​‍

“Lady‍ Miriela also sent​⁠‌ a letter. She‍‌ says she will‍⁠⁠ soon finish her‍‍‍ stay in her‍​‌ parental home and‌​ return to House⁠​‍ Duplain—it seems she‍​ has recovered her⁠ health quite a bit.”

“We‌ are also receiving‍‍ many responses from⁠ collateral relatives with​‍ whom we had‍​ no communication. It​‌‍ seems that now‌​ that the recovery‌ of House Duplain​‍⁠ seems possible, everyone⁠‍​ is turning their​​ gaze back here.”​⁠‍

“Even‍ among the relatives‌​ in central politics,‌​ several have shown​‌⁠ intent to support.‌‍​ If negotiations go​ well, we might​​‍ come out of‌​ the liquidity shortage​ soon.”

“…”‌‌‌

However,⁠ recently the situation‌ had begun to​ improve in a surprising way.

When⁠​‍ House Duplain seemed‌​​ about to collapse‍​‌ and die, its‌ atmosphere began to⁠‍‌ revive; and the⁠ relatives who had​ abandoned it to‍ save themselves began‍‍‍ writing again, somewhat‍‌ ashamed.

Also,⁠‍​ many more news‌‍ items began to‌‌​ come from the⁠ noble society of​‌ Ebelstein.

“The⁠​ Rodel family sent​ a gift. I-it’s…‍ they were… 600​⁠ Adelton gold coins…”‌⁠

“…”⁠​

“The‌⁠​ Belmierd family also⁠ sent a high‍ vassal to greet⁠⁠​ us. We received‍ a ton of⁠⁠⁠ territorial specialties as‍ gifts. Even the​⁠ territory’s jurist came⁠​‍ in person, so‌⁠ the servants were⁠ quite surprised.”

“……”‌

“The​‍​ high vassals of⁠ House Beltus sent‍‌‍ a plaque of​‌ gratitude. It seems⁠⁠‍ they are sending​‌ greetings to the‍ forces that helped‍‌ them during the⁠ last incident.”

“News​⁠‍ from the Renuel‍‍ family…”

“Financial​ support for the​‌‌ construction of the‌⁠ Academy from the​‍ house of Viscount‍‌ Callist…”

“The‍‌ invitation to the⁠ banquet organized by‌‍ the house of‍‌ Viscount Sidmer…”

“The​⁠⁠ eldest son of‌​‍ the Clemtaine family​​ will hold his‌‌ coming-of-age ceremony, and​‍​ they are asking​⁠‌ that we attend…”‍

“Letters​ arrived from the​⁠ Feldrix family of‌⁠ the north and‍‌ the Rochester family…”​

“H-handling⁠⁠​ all this at‌‌‌ once won’t be‌ easy… How should⁠‍⁠ we set the​⁠ priority…?”

“…..”​

Leigh​ listened to the⁠​ report and ran​​⁠ both hands over‍ his dry face.‌​ Then he muttered​ to himself.

No,‍ what is this?‌⁠‍ I’m scared too.‍⁠

No‍ matter how sudden​‍ the changes, that‍​‍ was already too‌​‍ much.

Just⁠ a few months‍ ago, when the​‍ name of Duplain​⁠ was crawling on‌​⁠ the ground, Leigh,‌‍ as head of⁠⁠ the house, had‍ to personally go‍ around begging to⁠​ obtain a few‍ gold coins.

No‌‍ matter how desperate​ the high nobles‌‌‍ were for magical‍ education for their​‍​ children, he never​⁠ imagined they would​​ change their attitude​⁠ so drastically.

Amid⁠‌‌ such an enormous‌​‍ upheaval, how was‍‍‌ he supposed to​⁠​ keep his sanity?⁠‌

For⁠​ the young head‍ Leigh, it was⁠ inevitable that cold⁠ sweat ran down⁠ his back.

Just‍ as he was‍⁠⁠ trying to organize‌ the vassals’ information—‌‌⁠

Creak.⁠​

“Ah,​‌ excuse me. It​ seems you were⁠⁠ in the middle​ of a meeting.”​‍‍

Suddenly,‍ Dereck opened the‌ door of the​‍⁠ office, observed the‍ situation, and bowed⁠‍‍ in apology.

“I’ll‌ come back later.”‍

“No,⁠ no, no. W-what‍ happened? Come in,‌‍​ please. Sit here.‍ You all, bring​‍ the reception sofa.​ Butler! Prepare a comfortable seat for⁠​ Baron Ravenclaw.”

“Y-yes,⁠‍ yes sir.”

Startled,​​​ Leigh stopped Dereck⁠ and gave quick⁠⁠​ orders to the‍⁠‍ vassals.

They‍⁠⁠ also, attentive to⁠‍ Dereck, lined up​​ immediately against the‌​​ wall, indicating that⁠ they would suspend‌​ the house head’s‌ meeting until he‌‍ finished.

‘…’‌‌

Dereck⁠​​ had only come‍‍‌ to lightly ask​ how the civil‌⁠ works of the‍‌‍ territory were progressing.‍⁠‌

It​‌‍ wasn’t something urgent‍⁠⁠ enough to stop‌‌ the main house‍⁠‍ meeting; but seeing​⁠⁠ all the vassals​‌ sweating cold while‌​ getting out of‌‍ the way made​ him quite uncomfortable.​‍​

There⁠‍​ was no thornier‍‌ cushion than that.‍

Even‌​ so, Leigh, sweating​‍‌ buckets, ordered the‍⁠‌ maids to bring‌‍ good herbal tea.​‍

“O-of‌⁠ course. If Baron⁠‍⁠ Ravenclaw needs something,‍ I must listen​​ first.”

“It​ seemed the meeting‍ matters were very⁠‍ important. I should‌⁠‍ handle them fir—”‌

“No,‌​‌ no. Those things​⁠ usually already come‌ with preliminary conclusions‍‍ from the vassals,‌ they don’t take⁠ that long. Isn’t‌ that right, butler?”‍‌‌

“Y-yes.‌ I will prepare‌‍​ everything organized by​​‍ order of importance.”⁠​

The‍​​ vassals also responded⁠ with tension, moving‌⁠⁠ quickly.

“Well⁠‍‌ then… What does‌ our baron wish⁠​ to know? Say⁠​ anything you want,‌⁠ without pressure.”

Although⁠​‍ Leigh spoke that⁠ way, Dereck was‍ so uncomfortable he‌‍​ even had sweat‍ running down his‍‌‌ temple.

“I‍ wanted to check⁠‍ something regarding the‍ construction schedule…”

“The⁠⁠​ schedule! That is⁠ very important! Yes!‍‌‍ Butler! Clerk! Bring⁠ the related documents​⁠‍ immediately!”

“No,‍ no. It’s enough‌ to give me⁠ the progress verbally.⁠ I can verify‌ later with the​​ barony staff…”

“What‌​ are you saying?‍ If you’re going‌ to verify something,‌​⁠ it must be‌ done properly! Butler!⁠‌‌ Quickly!”

“Y-yes,⁠⁠ understood.”

Leigh⁠ was the head⁠ of House Duplain‌⁠ and officially the‌​ successor to the‍‍ ducal title.

Although‌‌⁠ his power had‌⁠ diminished greatly, his‍‌‍ formal authority was‌ still governed by​⁠​ noble law.

Because‌⁠ of that, Dereck⁠‍⁠ wasn’t sure whether⁠ any of this‌ was actually normal.‌‍

It​⁠ was a sensation‍ that almost made​ him dizzy.

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