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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 150: The Youngest Disciple (2)

Chapter 150: The Youngest Disciple (2)

As⁠ soon as morning‌‌ arrived, the icy‍‌ winter air also⁠ seeped into the​‌​ garden of the‌​ Count Renuel’s residence.‌​

When⁠​​ she exhaled, a puff of vapor⁠‌⁠ floated out, and‍ small droplets of⁠ water formed on​‌ the edge of‌ her winter coat.⁠‌

Trisha‍‍ looked with an‍‍ annoyed expression at‍ the droplets that‌ lingered for a moment and then‍ ran her hand⁠⁠‍ over her face.​‌‌

She‍​​ had gone out⁠ early to get​ a bit of​⁠‌ fresh air, but⁠​⁠ her heart was‍ filled only with⁠‌‌ worry.

‘Mother‌ is going to​‍‌ ask me again‍​ how things are‍⁠‌ going with the⁠ Ravenclaw family.’

Every‍‌​ time she went​​ down to the⁠⁠​ main house, Countess‌‍⁠ Rodelia widened her‍‌‍ eyes and asked‌ Trisha.

Seeing⁠ how she always‍ checked whether she‍‌⁠ could help with​⁠​ anything, it was⁠⁠ clear she wanted‌ at all costs‌⁠ to draw that​ Baron Ravenclaw under​‍ her wing.

‘Even⁠‍⁠ if I enter‌⁠‌ the Ravenclaw Academy⁠⁠ and get good‌​⁠ grades, I’m not‌‍ sure I could⁠ become his direct‌ disciple…’

How‌⁠ difficult it was‌‍ to gain Diella’s‌⁠⁠ approval didn’t need​ to be explained;⁠​ everyone already knew.⁠​

That​ girl named Diella,‍⁠ who this time⁠‍⁠ rose officially to​​‌ the highest position‍ among Dereck’s direct⁠​‌ disciples, showed clearly​ that she didn’t​‍​ want to accept⁠⁠⁠ any more disciples.⁠

It‌‍ had nothing to​ do with the‌‍ personal resentment between‍‌⁠ Trisha and Diella.​​⁠

She‍⁠⁠ rejected all young​​‌ nobles as if​‍⁠ she were an‌⁠‍ iron wall, crushed​⁠ them with just⁠​ her presence, and​ reigned as the‌​​ queen of the​‍‍ Rose Hall.

Feeling⁠​‌ as if she​ had crashed into‌‌ a huge wall,​ Trisha could only‌‌ sigh deeply again‌​‌ and again.

Even‍​ if everything went​⁠​ well and she‌ managed to enter‍‌‌ as Dereck’s direct‍⁠​ disciple, it would⁠‍ be a problem.​

Diella,‌⁠ Ellen, Denise, Siern—among⁠ such dazzling figures,⁠ there would be⁠‌ no way for⁠ Trisha to lift‍ her head.

Besides,‍​​ if she entered‍ now, she would‍ practically end up‌ in the position⁠‍⁠ of the youngest;‌​ something so terrible‍‌ that it almost‌ seemed preferable to⁠ swim in a hell of fire.‌

But​​ she couldn’t ignore​⁠ Rodelia’s expectations in​ this inescapable situation.​⁠

Lost‍‌⁠ on the edge‍‌ of a cliff​ without knowing what‌​ to do, almost​‌‍ a month had⁠ already passed.

“I​⁠ heard he will‌ come to the⁠‍ Count Renuel’s house‌ regarding the support⁠ for the construction​⁠ of the Academy.‌‌ We should receive‍​ him splendidly. Even‍‌‍ if he is‌ a baron in⁠ charge of a remote and distant​‌ region, he has​‌ accomplished many merits,‌⁠‌ so we must‌ treat him with⁠ respect.”

And‌ so, disaster always‍‌‍ arrived suddenly.

Lately,​ Baron Ravenclaw had⁠​ been running everywhere‍​ because of the⁠​⁠ Academy’s construction and‍⁠ the stabilization of‍‌ the territory.

It​​‌ would have been⁠⁠ what was truly‌⁠‌ strange if he‌ had not come⁠ to the Count⁠‌‍ Renuel residence during​⁠ the winter, when​ there were no​ classes at the​⁠ training center.

The‍ Count Renuel’s house​​ was one of‍ the most influential‌⁠ in the southwestern⁠ region of the​⁠ continent.

It‌​ seemed that Countess⁠ Rodelia wanted to‌ take this opportunity‌ to formally unite‌ Trisha with Baron‍ Ravenclaw and was‌ planning how to⁠​‌ arrange the situation.​‍

“I​ ordered a new‌⁠‌ dress with pretty‌ frills to be‌ made. We also⁠​​ brought new jewels;⁠ check which one​⁠⁠ suits you best.”‍

“Ah…‌‍ yes… th-thank you…‌ m-mother…”

“As⁠‍⁠ I said, your⁠‍ mother does not⁠ have good taste‍​‍ for these things,‌ I am not⁠⁠‌ interested in outer‍ appearance. You, who​ have cultivated an⁠ aesthetic sense through‌ social activities, should‌⁠​ choose yourself what‍‌ suits you best,⁠⁠ so tell me⁠ if anything bothers​ you.”

Countess‌‍ Rodelia was not‍‌ completely ignorant of‍‌ noble feminine etiquette,⁠ but because she‍ had hardly participated‌‌​ in social activities⁠ and had spent⁠⁠⁠ most of her⁠⁠‍ life on the⁠⁠ battlefield, she was‍​ rather a rough‍ person.

That​⁠ she paid so⁠ much attention to⁠​⁠ clothing was something⁠⁠ very unusual.

She‌ truly intended to‍⁠ capture Baron Ravenclaw⁠​​ properly with this​‌ opportunity.

Politically,⁠ she had Melverot​ as support, and​​ economically she was‌‍⁠ already secure thanks​‍ to her collaboration‌‌‌ with the Duplain.‍

The​‍​ only thing that‍ could bind him‍‌⁠ now was a man–woman connection.

That‍⁠ was the origin​​ of Rodelia’s determination,‌‍⁠ capable of using‍‌ any method if​‍ necessary.

Trisha‍‍ said goodbye to‌‍ Rodelia with a slight smile and​⁠⁠ entered her room,⁠‌ sitting in front‌ of the mirror.​⁠⁠

While​​‍ sitting there, sighs⁠‌‍ escaped her on⁠​ their own.

She‍‌ wiped her face‍‌‌ dry, sweating a little, and thought.‍⁠

‘Yes,​⁠ if in the‌‌‌ count’s residence the⁠⁠ other disciples aren’t⁠​ present, maybe I could persuade him​​​ as I wish.‌​‍ Lately my confidence⁠‍‌ has disappeared, but‌ I must hold​ firm. I am‌ Trisha, the young‍‍ noble of the‍​‍ Count Renuel house.’‌

After‌ holding her breath‍⁠‍ several times, Trisha​⁠‍ finally straightened her⁠‌ back to recover‌‍ her arrogant attitude.​⁠​

She⁠⁠⁠ opened her chest,​‍​ placed her hands‍‍ on her waist,‌⁠⁠ lifted her chin,⁠⁠ and let out‍‌ an arrogant little​ laugh.

Now,​ she felt that‍⁠ a bit of⁠​‌ her elegance had⁠ returned.

Just​​‍ as Rodelia said,‌‍⁠ her appearance was​‍​ more than acceptable,‌‍‍ and the Count⁠​​ Renuel house was‌​ not something that​ could embarrass her‌‍ anywhere.

So‌ there was no⁠‍⁠ reason to be‍‌​ intimidated before Baron‍‍⁠ Ravenclaw.

All​ she had to‌ do was remain​‌ as always—proud, self-assured,‌‌ letting her elegant‍ laughter fall.

After​‌‌ looking at herself‍ several times in​​ the mirror to‌ convince herself, she​ began to feel​⁠ a little lighter.‌

However,​‍‍ there were figures⁠ that rose like‍ shadows behind her.⁠⁠⁠

People‍ with such authority⁠ that they could‍ silence an entire​‍⁠ hall with just‌⁠ a glance.

Whether⁠ Diella, Ellen, Denise,‍⁠​ or Siern.

All​​ of them were‌ people who could‌‌ crush her effortlessly.‍‍​

From​‍ the perspective of‍ a commoner, Trisha,​ daughter of a count, would be​ someone who lived‍‌‌ among the clouds.‍‍‍

But​​ from the point‍ of view of​ those who truly​ lived in that‌​ sky, Trisha was⁠ nothing more than​⁠‌ one of many‍⁠ ordinary young nobles.‍‍‍

Of‌​‌ course, the authority⁠​ of the Renuel⁠‍‌ house was rising‍⁠ without pause, and‍​ Trisha’s name was​‌ not something that‍​ could be ignored‌‌⁠ easily.

But‍‍ between the only⁠​ daughter of a rising lineage and​‍ the lineages that‍ had dominated the⁠‌ region for generations,‍‌⁠ there existed an​ abyss impossible to‍​ explain only with‌⁠ titles.

Neither⁠‍⁠ ignoring, nor boasting,‌ nor adopting an​⁠⁠ arrogant attitude could​‍‍ close that distance.‌

Much​ less with Baron​​​ Ravenclaw, who was​​⁠ above all of​⁠​ them—it was a distance that could‍ not be described‍‌ with words.

Trisha‌ lowered her gaze‍⁠​ again.

In‍​⁠ worldly authority, magical‌ ability, innate personality.‍

The‍‍‌ disciples of Baron⁠‌‍ Ravenclaw were on​‌ a level different‍⁠ from hers.

There⁠⁠​ was no way‍ she could place‍‌ her name among‌ them.

Even‍‌‍ so, she could​ not allow her​ spirit to break.​​

Lowering‍​ her head like⁠‍‌ a defeated one,​‍⁠ hiding her tail,‍‍⁠ and living bowed.⁠

In​ noble society, that‌ was the same⁠​‍ as receiving a death sentence.

Losing⁠‍ confidence was accepting‌‍‌ death.

That​‌ was the unwritten⁠⁠​ code of the‌​​ battlefield of women—the‍ high society.

***‍

Although​​ he was recently​ the most famous⁠ person in Ebelstein‍​ and throughout the‌ entire southwest of‌‍ the continent, Baron‍‌ Ravenclaw always dressed⁠‍ simply.

A leather vest, a tunic, tight pants​‍ comfortable for movement,‍‌ and well-oiled boots.​‍

Over‍‍‌ that, he wore‌⁠⁠ a cloak as‌ an outer garment.⁠‍​

At‍ first glance, his​‌‍ outfit looked more​‌​ like that of‌‌ a wandering mercenary‌‌‍ than that of‍​⁠ a noble.

That‌​⁠ was why, even‌‍ among nobles, he⁠‍⁠ was often considered⁠ an unusual case,‍ and when the‌ servants saw him‌‌ stepping down from‍‍​ the carriage, they​​ couldn’t help but​​ be unsettled.

It​‌​ was a level‌ that went beyond‌​​ austere and bordered⁠‍ on having no​​ ornamentation at all.‌‍‌

Depending​⁠​ on the person,​‍‌ it could be‍ seen as a lack of etiquette‌ or dignity, but‌⁠ in the eyes‌‍⁠ of Countess Rodelia,‌ it actually made‍​⁠ him look practical​⁠ and trustworthy.

Perhaps​⁠ Rodelia’s eyes were‍‍ already clouded by‍‌ him, but it​ was also a consequence of the​‍‍ long years she⁠ had spent living​​ on the battlefield.‍​

“The‍‌​ wounds you took‍ in the last‍⁠​ battle must have​‌‍ been deep, but‌ it seems you’ve‌ almost recovered. My‌‌ heart feels lighter.‌‍ You must be​​​ tired from coming⁠ from so far​‍⁠ away.”

“It​​ is nothing, your‌‌​ ladyship the countess.⁠​​ Thanks to the‍‍⁠ help you gave​​ me that day,​ the matter didn’t⁠‌​ escalate. I should‍​ have come earlier​⁠ to express my‍ gratitude—my apologies for⁠ not doing so.”‌​

“Express‌​‌ gratitude? I saw‍ with my own‍‍ eyes how badly⁠ injured you were.​ I also have⁠ common sense, you⁠‍ know.”

Rodelia,​‍⁠ who hadn’t seen​ Baron Ravenclaw in⁠⁠‍ some time, showed‍‍ a completely satisfied‍ smile.

To⁠‍‍ her, Baron Ravenclaw​‍ was practically already‍‌‌ her future son-in-law;‍‍‍ she was thinking⁠⁠ of what dowry‌ to give when‌​⁠ they married and​‌ what land to​​ grant them so‌​ they could live⁠​​ separately as newlyweds.⁠​‌

Unlike⁠⁠ when she slaughtered‍ black mages of⁠⁠‍ the necromancy branch⁠‍‌ on the battlefield,​‍ in moments like‍‌​ this she showed​‌‍ a surprisingly naive‍​​ side; that contrast​ was part of⁠ the charm of‌‌‍ Countess Rodelia.

Every​​‌ time Trisha watched‌ from afar that​‌ sweet gaze and‍ satisfied smile her⁠ mother directed at‌ Dereck, she couldn’t‌‍‍ help but feel‌ cold sweat run‌‍ down her neck.⁠

It​ seemed Rodelia still⁠​ didn’t realize how‌​ unapproachable that man⁠⁠ named Dereck truly⁠​⁠ was.

She‍ seemed to believe‍ that someone with‍​ Trisha’s appearance and​‍‍ personality could conquer​⁠‍ him without difficulty,‌⁠​ but that was⁠ the thought of‍⁠​ someone like Rodelia,⁠⁠‍ who didn’t fully⁠⁠ understand emotions between​ men and women.‌⁠‍

Dereck​‌ was, essentially, a madman who knew‌ only magic; he‌​⁠ had accepted countless⁠ brilliant women as‌ his disciples, and​ yet not even⁠ a shred of‍‍ romance ever appeared.‌​‌

Provoking⁠‍‍ an emotional reaction‍‌ in him was⁠‍ almost the same⁠ as trying to​‍​ push over a mountain.

Trisha‍ could only wish‍‌‌ her mother would⁠⁠ finally understand how‌⁠ irrational the demand​ she was placing‍ on her daughter⁠​‌ truly was.

“Ah,⁠‌‍ this is my⁠‌ daughter Trisha. You​‌ must already know⁠ each other, but‍​‍ as a mother‍​ I always worry‍‍​ that you might‌ not greet each⁠⁠ other properly.”

“Ah…⁠ hello, Baron Ravenclaw.​‍ We meet again.”​⁠‍

Trisha⁠‌ bowed her head‍ with a tense‍​⁠ tone, and Dereck,‌​‍ after looking at‌‌ her in silence,⁠​ returned the courtesy.‍‍

“Do‍ not worry. I have spoken with‍‍‌ Miss Trisha on‍​ several occasions, and​⁠‌ last time she​‌ even visited the‌ Duplain main house.”⁠⁠‌

“Oh,⁠​‍ that’s right, she​​​ did. My body‍​‍ is old now‍ and my memory​ fades. Well then,‌⁠‍ our precious Trisha​‌⁠ didn’t inconvenience you​ in any way,⁠ I hope?”

“Not​⁠‌ at all. Miss​‌‌ Trisha, as befits‌ the daughter of‍⁠ Count Renuel, always‌‍ treated me with⁠‌​ dignity and courtesy.‌⁠ I heard the‌‌​ same from the‍​ servants—they told me‍​​ that during her⁠‍​ entire visit she​⁠​ was so kind‍ and considerate that‌ they were deeply‍ moved.”

One‍‌⁠ of the habits‍‌ Dereck had developed‍ when joining noble‍ society was avoiding‍‌‍ unnecessary enemies.

In​ truth, both in⁠​‍ the Ravenclaw household⁠‌‍ and in the‍ Duplain household, Trisha’s⁠ conduct had been‍⁠ more arrogant and‌‍‍ haughty than dignified.​​⁠

However,‌⁠​ Dereck made sure⁠ to polish her‍‌⁠ behavior so that‍⁠⁠ she wouldn’t face‌​ problems in the‌​ residence of Count‌ Renuel.

That‍⁠⁠ consideration had already‌ become natural within‍ him.

Trisha‌⁠‍ found Dereck’s treatment​ unexpected.

Even‍ though he had​​ a noble title,‌‍​ his behavior was​‌ usually closer to​‌ that of a commoner.

She‌ had unconsciously assumed‍ he lacked refinement,⁠ so she held⁠⁠ her breath for⁠⁠ a moment.

‘Does​ becoming a noble​‍ really change a person this much?’‌‌

Trisha‍ cleared her throat⁠‌ several times, adjusted⁠ her tone, and‌ lifting the edges⁠ of her dress⁠ slightly in a demure manner, bowed⁠⁠ again.

“Baron‍‍‌ Ravenclaw is very‍⁠‌ considerate with me.​⁠​ Compared to the​‍ other young ladies​ of the Rose‍ Hall, I am⁠⁠ far behind.”

“That‌ is not so.”⁠

When‌ it was necessary⁠​ to affirm something,‌ Dereck did so‌​‌ without hesitation; it‌‍ was clear he‍⁠ knew how to‍ treat a lady.‍​​

Rodelia‍⁠‍ smiled in satisfaction⁠ again upon seeing‍ this and immediately​​‌ led him inside⁠‍ the Renuel mansion.‌

Trisha‍ swallowed, tightly grasped‍​​ the edges of‌‍‍ her dress, and​‌ followed behind.

The​ tension was so‍‍ great that her​⁠​ vision felt clouded,‌‌⁠ so she forced⁠⁠​ herself to gather‌​ her resolve and‍‍ harden her expression.‍

To⁠ get through the‌⁠‌ situation, she could‍⁠⁠ only face the‍​​ crisis with determination.‌​

‘When‍ you participate in‌​⁠ society, you’ll meet‌‌ people with a presence far more​‌⁠ imposing than yours,‌⁠ who seem superior‍‍ in every aspect.’⁠⁠

Her‌ father, Hutton, a famous merchant who​⁠⁠ died at the‍‍‌ hands of a black mage, had‌⁠ been a remarkable‍‌‍ man.

He‍ had gained prestige​ by financing trade‌ branches in the‌⁠‍ western continent and‌ selling insurance to⁠ merchant ships.

Despite⁠‍ being of commoner‍‌‍ origin, he had‍ built a wide‍⁠‍ network in society.⁠​‌

That⁠‌ he had caught⁠ Rodelia’s attention and‌⁠ married her was​ almost unbelievable; their​‌‍ personalities were opposites.‌

Rodelia​‌‌ was brave and​‍ righteous; Hutton, a timid opportunist.

Rodelia⁠⁠‌ devoted herself to‌​ martial arts; Hutton‌​‍ mastered business strategies,‍ rhetoric, and persuasion.⁠

Rodelia‌ was upright and​‍​ firm; Hutton a man whose values‌⁠‌ shifted with the⁠​⁠ situation.

But‌⁠‍ they say people⁠​‍ are drawn to​​‍ what is opposite​​ to them.

That‌‍ fiery love story‌‌‌ between young Rodelia‍ and Hutton, from⁠‌ Trisha’s point of‍ view, wasn’t hard‌​ to understand.

The‍⁠ romance between a magnate who traveled‌‍​ the world accumulating⁠‌ gold from a young age and‌‌​ a warrior who‍ lived her entire‍‌‌ life absorbed in​ sword and magic‍ was romantic enough⁠​ to spark anyone’s‌ imagination.

But⁠‌⁠ all that was‍‌ already history.

The‍ stories Hutton told​‌‍ young Trisha as​⁠‌ he stroked her‍ hair were things⁠​ the upright Rodelia⁠ could never have​⁠ taught her.

With​ her eyes wide⁠⁠​ open with curiosity⁠⁠​ about the world,‍​⁠ Trisha listened as‌ he once again​ passed his hand‍ over her head.‌⁠

‘Even​‌‍ if it seems⁠⁠⁠ like everyone in‌ the world is‍‌‍ above you, even‍ before people who⁠⁠​ could crush you‍‌ with a single‍ glance, you must‌⁠‍ keep your head‍ held high. Surviving‌‌ in society is​ like that.’

‘If‍ I were in⁠ a situation like​‍‌ that, I think⁠‌‌ I’d be very​ scared…’

‘Of‍⁠​ course. Being human,‍‍​ it’s impossible not‍ to feel fear.‌‌ What matters is‍​‌ never showing it.‌ Wear an arrogant‌​ smile and a mask, act as‌ if the whole‍‍⁠ world belongs to⁠ you. Even if⁠⁠ you’re at a disadvantage, never be‌​ servile.’

In‌ life, there will‌​‍ come a moment‍‍​ when everyone around‌ you seems like‍‍ monsters running among​​ the clouds.

You’ll‍⁠ find yourself before⁠⁠‍ a huge wall‍⁠ and wonder if⁠ you are nothing‍‍​ but a weak,‍‍ mediocre creature.

Before⁠‍⁠ people who shine‌‍​ dazzlingly, you may‌‌⁠ feel like a worthless worm or⁠ a hedgehog covered‍‌ in spikes.

In‍​ those moments, never‌‍‌ show your depths.​⁠

Even‌‍‍ if a single‌ wrong step could​ make you fall‌ into the mud,​​ you must smile‍ calmly, straighten your⁠⁠ back and chest,‍ and sit with⁠ arrogance.

Even‍ atop a sandcastle⁠‌ about to collapse,‌ you must be⁠‍ able to lie‌​​ down as if‌ nothing were happening.‌

Among​​ extraordinary people, ordinary‌‌‍ beings will always‌​ be tested that​‍ way.

‘If⁠ you do that,​⁠⁠ even those who‍‍ fully understand your⁠‍ situation won’t be​‍‍ able to look‌‌ down on you​ so easily.’

That‍⁠⁠ was what Hutton‍‌ said, the man⁠⁠ who had gone‌‌⁠ out into the​‍ world without a single coin and​​‍ became a renowned​ banker.

He​‍‍ was no longer​‌⁠ in this world,‍‌‍ but thanks to​ those memories, Trisha⁠‍ still vividly kept​⁠‍ his voice.

They‌ were memories from‍‌ many years ago.⁠

“Is‍‍ it some matter‌ concerning Clementine territory?​‌ It likely must⁠‍​ be decided immediately.”‍

While‍‍‍ they walked down​⁠ the corridor of‍ the Renuel mansion⁠⁠​ toward the reception​ room where refreshments⁠ had been prepared,‍ the butler approached‍⁠ to whisper something⁠‍ to Countess Rodelia.‍

Something⁠ must have happened‍ on the outskirts‍‍ of the territory⁠ and required her‌‌‍ immediate judgment.

Rodelia⁠‍‍ furrowed her brow,⁠ showing displeasure, and⁠‌‌ then looked toward⁠‍ Dereck and Trisha.‌‍

“A‍ matter has come‍‍⁠ up that I must attend to‍ right now. I’ll‍ go to the​⁠ office for a moment; the two⁠⁠​ of you may⁠‌ converse in the‌‍ reception room.”

Upon‌ hearing she would‌ be left alone​ with Baron Ravenclaw,⁠‍ Trisha held her⁠ breath.

She⁠‌ felt the air‌⁠ leave her lungs,​ but she had​‌ no other choice.‌​

“I’m​​ sorry to leave​‍ you like this,‌‍ after you came⁠‍⁠ all the way‌​‌ to the mansion.”‍‌

“It’s‌ nothing.”

“Trisha.⁠ Baron Ravenclaw is​⁠​ a guest of​‍‍ honor, behave properly​ so as not‌⁠ to disrespect him.”​​

“Ye-yes,⁠‍‍ mother.”

After⁠​ saying that, Countess⁠‍ Rodelia quickly headed⁠​⁠ toward the main‍‍ hall.

Most‌‍ of the servants⁠ followed her, so‌‌⁠ aside from a couple of maids,‍ no one else‍‌‍ remained.

Only​⁠ Trisha and Dereck⁠‌‍ were left. Silence‍ filled the corridor.‌‌⁠

“…”‍

Trisha‍​ swallowed and, after⁠ clearing her throat,​⁠ spoke.

“Ah…​‍‍ thank you for‌‍⁠ speaking well of​ me before my‌ mother. B-but… it​‍‍ wasn’t necessary for​⁠‍ you to be‍‌‍ so considerate. I know how to​‍ keep my place‌‍⁠ within the family…‌ and my mother​ always notices such‍ obvious courtesies… it‍​‌ could backfire, you⁠⁠‍ know?”

“Oh,⁠​‌ really?”

“Yes.‌‍ So it’s enough‌ to be as‍​ you are. Just⁠ as you are.‌ My mother isn’t‍‍ a fan of​‍‌ such blatant formalities.‌⁠‍ Although she saw⁠​ it was consideration​‌‍ toward me, so‍‌ she was satisfied…​⁠ we were lucky​ this time. Do​ you understand?”

She⁠‍‍ felt she was​⁠‌ beginning to speak​‌‌ too much, so​​ Trisha cleared her​⁠⁠ throat again and‍‍ lifted her nose⁠⁠ slightly.

“S-so…​‍⁠ there’s no need⁠ for that much​ consideration. I can​ handle my—”

“Miss‌‌‌ Trisha.”

The​‍‍ abrupt interruption from‍⁠‍ Dereck made Trisha​⁠ shiver.

It​ was rare for​​‌ him, always so⁠‍⁠ attentive and respectful,‍ to cut someone⁠‌ off like that.‌‌‍

Without‌‌‌ showing surprise, Trisha‌ quickly turned her‍‍‍ head and glanced​ at him.

Dereck⁠⁠ watched her in‍⁠⁠ silence for a moment and finally‌⁠​ said, as if⁠​ letting it drop.​

“You⁠⁠⁠ don’t need to‍​‌ try so hard.”​⁠

Creaak.⁠‌​

After‍​ saying that, he‌ opened the door‌ to the reception‌⁠​ room and walked‌‌ in first.

“…”‌​

Trisha⁠​⁠ didn’t know whether‌ he was ignoring‍​​ her or upset;​‍​ she stood there‍‌‌ tense, expecting some⁠​ reaction.

But‌ his response, so⁠ direct and calm,​ was completely unexpected.​⁠

She‌‌⁠ held her breath.⁠​

She⁠‍‍ stared for a moment at the⁠ open door with‍⁠ wide eyes.

She⁠​ didn’t know if⁠⁠ it was her⁠‍​ imagination, but she⁠‍​ felt as if‍‍‍ Dereck had seen‍‌‌ straight through the⁠⁠‌ depths of her‍ mind, and for‌ an instant, she​‌ blanked out.

‘Uh…’​​‍

Trisha‌​ swallowed again and,‌‍‍ gripping her dress,​​‍ rushed inside. A thin trail of‍⁠ cold sweat ran‍ down her back.⁠

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