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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 155: The Youngest Disciple (7)

Chapter 155: The Youngest Disciple (7)

Siern’s‍‍ breathing wasn’t even​⁠ altered.

Both⁠ the white blouse⁠​ and the light‌‍ blue skirt were‌​‌ immaculate, as if​ they had just‌​⁠ been washed.

In​‌​ contrast, looking at​‌ Trisha was so⁠‌‌ pitiful that it‌‍⁠ was hard to⁠‍ keep one’s eyes⁠‌ on her.

It​‌ was a relief‌ that most of⁠‌⁠ the spectators had‌⁠⁠ already left the‍ arena, because almost​‍⁠ no one remained⁠ to witness that⁠​​ deplorable state.

Panting,​⁠ Trisha stood up,‍ lifting her gaze​‌​ through her completely⁠​‌ disheveled hair.

“Certainly…‍‌ you really are​⁠ good…”

She‌ wasn’t just “good”;⁠‍‍ she didn’t even‍‍ reach the tips‍‍ of her toes.​

At​‌‍ this point, even‍ if she put​​ on airs and‍‌ raised her voice,⁠ there was no⁠⁠‍ one left who‍‍‍ would admire her.‍‌‍

Even‍⁠‌ so, Trisha increased​‍ her magic and‍‍ finished preparing to‍‌ begin the fifty-sixth​ duel.

Siern,‌ with a drop⁠ of sweat sliding⁠ down her temple⁠‍ as if she‌ were baffled, observed‍​‌ Trisha in silence‍‍ as she slowly‌‌ stood up, and‌‍ shook her head.⁠

Her⁠ expression, with narrowed⁠⁠ eyes and a quiet sigh, was‍⁠ as if she⁠​​ were watching a fool repeating a useless effort.

Again,‌​ Siern looked toward⁠​ Diella.

Since‍⁠​ Dereck had asked‌ her to respect‌ Diella’s will, she‌ thought to consult⁠ her opinion.

Diella,‌​⁠ sitting at one⁠‍ end of the​ spectator area, watched​‍ the duel with‌‍ a baffled expression.⁠

‘I​ surely thought she‌⁠⁠ would make a proper fool of‌ herself and collapse…’​⁠‍

Seeing⁠‍⁠ Trisha, destroyed and‍‌​ still barely forcing‌‍​ herself to rise,​‍ something familiar surfaced‌‍ in her mind.‌‌

It​‍‍ was the image‍ of a girl,⁠⁠‍ from some faraway​​‍ place in the‍⁠ past.

That‍‌ girl had been‌‍⁠ born as the‌ youngest of a famous family, but‍⁠ showed no outstanding⁠​ magical ability and‌‍ was discarded.

Shut​​ away in an⁠ annex, covering herself‍ with thorns and‍ rejecting everyone, she​‍ sank alone into‍ darkness.

After‍‍ wandering without direction,​ she found a good teacher, discovered​ the essence of‌⁠⁠ magic, and began⁠ to struggle for⁠‌‍ recognition.

She‍‍ fought a duel​⁠ against her second​‌ brother, whom she‌‌ could never defeat.‌‌​

With‍‍​ her body full​‍⁠ of wounds, she​​ tried to stand‍ to win, but‍⁠ ended up defeated.‌‍‍

In‌ that duel, held​‍‍ in the garden‍ of House Duplain,‍⁠ Diella had remained‌⁠⁠ lying there unable‌⁠ to move her⁠‌‌ body, crying without​⁠ stopping.

Covered‌​ in dirt, her​‌ face smeared with‌​​ tears, with no⁠ strength in her‌​ arms or legs,​ even then she‍​ tried to get‍‍⁠ up, unable to,⁠ and kept crying.⁠‍‍

It‌⁠‍ was a memory​⁠‌ buried deep, from‍ a long time​ ago.

The‍⁠​ Diella from then‌​⁠ and the Diella⁠⁠‌ now had changed‌ in position and​‍‍ authority.

Under‌ Dereck’s constant guidance,​​​ she was rising‌‌‌ to the level‍‌ of 2 stars.⁠‌​

After‌ being recognized by‍​‌ several young nobles⁠‌ of the Hall‍ Rose and the​ circle of the‍⁠​ Ravenclaw Academy, Diella‍‍ had obtained true⁠‌‌ authority.

Compared‍⁠ to the days​​⁠ in the annex,​​⁠ everything had changed‌​‍ completely.

Now​​⁠ she had firm‍‍ followers, recognized magical‌ achievements, and the‍‍ respect of other​ young women in‌⁠ the academic circle.⁠

Even‍​​ so, sometimes one⁠‌ had to look‌‍​ back.

Just‍‌ as Dereck remembered​ his days as​⁠ a mercenary by‍⁠‌ always caring for‌​ his weapons, Diella​‌‍ also had to‍‍ learn something from⁠ his attitude toward⁠ life.

‘Why​ do you keep⁠‍‌ getting up?’

Diella​‍ was still young.‌

The‌‍‍ young academics feared⁠​ her like a wild lioness, but​ when looking beneath‌ the surface there⁠⁠​ was only desire‌ for recognition, emotional⁠ lack, ambition.

Things​⁠⁠ that anyone her‍ age could have.​‌‌

That’s‌‍ why, seeing in​ Trisha an overlapping⁠ image of her‍ former self, she‍ could not mock‌ her coldly.

It‌‌⁠ was strange.

Considering⁠‍ how she struck‌ servants without hesitation,⁠ mocked nobles, and‍⁠ reigned like a tyrant, that did‍‌ not match her‌ current reaction.

In‌‌ that moment, she‌‍​ felt a drop‌​ of sweat run⁠ down her cheek.⁠‍

“If⁠ this continues it’s‍⁠‌ going to become‌ a problem, Lady⁠⁠ Diella.”

Ellen,‌ who had been‌ watching the situation‌‌ from the spectator⁠⁠ area in front,‍⁠⁠ had approached without⁠‍​ Diella noticing.

With​ her hand gripping‍⁠ the edge of‌‍ her dress, the⁠​ young lady with‍⁠‍ red hair spoke.​

A young woman recognized⁠ as the new‌ lady of House‍⁠‌ Belmierd, without a reputation for tyranny,​ respected by her‌‌ servants.

Trisha⁠ was the daughter⁠​‌ of the countess‍‌⁠ of Renuel.

Even​‍ if it was‍‍⁠ part of a duel, they couldn’t‍ leave her torn⁠‌‍ to pieces that⁠‍ way.

Even⁠‍‌ if technically it‌​ was a challenge⁠ she herself had⁠⁠​ requested, one more​⁠ step and they⁠​⁠ would cross the‍ line.

Siern⁠‌ was a monster⁠‌​ who did not‍‍ feel any aversion‌ to killing.

If⁠⁠ they let her​ continue, she could‍‍​ truly surpass the⁠‌‌ limit, and the⁠‍ responsibility would fall⁠‍ not only on⁠‍ Diella, but also‍‍ on Dereck.

Neither‍⁠‍ Diella nor Ellen⁠ wanted that.

“……”‍‌

Diella​⁠ turned her head.​

Despite​‌ being destroyed, with​‌ ragged breathing, Trisha​ was still staring‌⁠​ fixedly at Siern.​

In‍ her, Diella saw‌ someone struggling desperately‌ to prove her‍‍‍ worth.

Even⁠⁠⁠ someone arrogant and‌ haughty like Trisha​‌ had things she⁠​⁠ could not yield⁠‍‌ until the end.‌‍

The​​ principal one—never bowing‍ her head.

“…”⁠

Finally,‍‍​ Diella slowly closed⁠ her eyes and⁠​ lowered her head.⁠‍

It‌‍ was the first‌ time, since the‌ young tyrant had‌ entered the Hall‌ Rose, that she​⁠​ lowered her gaze‌‍‌ before another person.​

***‍

“Ufufufu.​‌ Uhuhuhuhu. Oh-hohohoho.”

Thanks⁠ for the instructions,‍​ Christopher.

Winter⁠‍‌ is at its‌‍ peak. For spring‍​ to arrive, one‌‍ still has to‌​‌ endure a little‍ more cold.

During‌ the time when​‌⁠ the construction procedures‌‍⁠ for Ravenclaw Academy⁠ were progressing without​ setbacks, Dereck visited‌‍‌ the house of⁠ Count Renuel to‌‌‌ receive the support‍‌‍ supplies that Countess​‍‍ Rodelia had promised‍‌‍ him beforehand.

While​​‍ he was waiting‍⁠ for Countess Rodelia‌ and sitting in‍ the reception room,​ her daughter Trisha‌​​ appeared in her​⁠‌ stead.

Upon​⁠‍ seeing her, Dereck‌​ couldn’t help but‌​‍ be momentarily surprised,​‍ because the one⁠⁠ who always maintained‍​‌ an elegant appearance‌‌⁠ like a delicate‍ flower had her​ body bandaged in​​ several places.

The‌ wounds on her‍​ face seemed to⁠‍ have been treated‍ somehow, but the⁠​ ones on her‌‍ body had not‍ yet healed.

For‍​‍ a noble young‌‌ lady who was⁠ supposed to maintain‍⁠⁠ a flawless appearance‌ at all times,⁠ it was a serious issue.

However,​​⁠ despite her pitiful⁠ condition, Trisha was‍ smiling broadly with⁠ her usual mischievous⁠‌ expression.

Tap.‌​‍

What​ she placed on‍ the reception table​‍⁠ was a document‍ containing something truly‍ absurd.

In⁠‍​ that letter, stamped‍‌ with the seal‍​​ of Diella Katherine‍ Duplain, daughter of‌‍​ the Duplain family,​ it was stated‌‍ that Trisha was⁠‌ recognized as a member of Ravenclaw.⁠

The​‌‍ handwriting was exactly​‌⁠ the same as⁠ the Diella Dereck​ knew, and the​⁠‍ Duplain emblem was⁠⁠​ also authentic.

He​ checked it two,​ three times, but‍‌⁠ there was no⁠‍ mistake. Even Dereck,‌‍ who rarely felt​‌​ surprised, couldn’t help⁠‌ but tilt his‍​‌ head at something​ so unrealistic.

“How​⁠ is it? Fufu.​ Fufufu…”

“Even​‌​ though she said‌‍‍ so, I never‍‍‌ thought you would‍⁠‌ actually receive Miss​⁠ Diella’s recognition. How‍⁠ did you obtain​‌ it?”

“Well…​ I was also​ a bit surprised‌ when I received⁠ the letter this⁠‌‌ morning, but… it’s⁠ not something that‍ incredible, don’t you​ think?”

Trisha‌ placed a hand⁠‍ on her waist,​​‍ lifted her chin,‍ and, covering her‍​‌ mouth with a feather fan, laughed‌ sinisterly.

She​ literally looked like‌‍⁠ a third-rate villainess.‌‌‌

Her⁠​​ arrogant and brazen‍⁠ laughter was so‍‍ over-the-top that, at‍ this point, it⁠ was almost impressive.‍‌

“I​ am Lady Trisha​ of the house‍ of Count Renuel.​ Authority, elegance, character,‍ talent, and a blossoming grace worthy⁠‌ of a flower‌‍ of high society.‌⁠‍ How could I not resolve something‍​⁠ so simple? It⁠‌ seems Baron Ravenclaw⁠‍​ underestimated me far‌‌​ too much.”

And⁠‌‍ then she narrowed‍‍​ her eyes and‍​⁠ laughed “oh-hoho.”

Seeing‍⁠ Trisha boast so​‌ much and puff​‍⁠ up an imaginary​⁠ chest with pride,‌​​ anyone would feel⁠ like flicking her​​ forehead.

But​⁠​ Dereck simply set​ the letter on​ the table and‍‍​ silently listened to⁠ Trisha’s empty self-praise,​ while at the‍ same time glancing‌ at the bandages​ on her right⁠‍⁠ wrist and those‍​ sticking out near⁠​‌ her left ankle.⁠⁠

If⁠⁠ those were only‌ the visible ones,​​ it wasn’t hard​ to imagine the​‌ state of the‍⁠​ rest of her​‍ body.

“…”‍‍​

“Baron‍⁠‍ Ravenclaw shouldn’t underestimate‍​ me so much‌‍ either. Listen carefully.‌ I, Trisha…”

“You’ve‌‌‍ worked hard.”

“…”‌

The‍⁠ phrase cutting her‌​ words pierced like⁠⁠⁠ a stab.

It​⁠​ wasn’t even anything‌‍ special, but for​ a moment it‌‌‍ felt as if‍ a blade had⁠ struck her chest.‍

Trisha​ was left speechless,‍‌ her eyes trembling.‌‌ Then came silence.‌ A second, maybe.​‌⁠ That brief silence‌⁠ filled the entire​ room.

Trisha​⁠ began to pout‌ but then lifted⁠‌ her head again​‍ and smiled exaggeratedly.‌‍

“Worked‌ hard? Not at‍⁠​ all! It was⁠‌ so obvious and​​ simple that it​‌ required no effort⁠‌⁠ whatsoever. I don’t⁠​‍ know why you‍‌ would say that…”‍

“Really?”​

“A-anyway!​ Now Baron Ravenclaw‌‌⁠ has no way‌​ to take it⁠‍‍ back. Even if‌‌ he wants to,⁠ he won’t be⁠‍ able to avoid⁠​​ accepting me as‌⁠​ his junior disciple.⁠​‌ What an unfortunate​​ situation for him.‌‍ Fufufu…”

“It⁠​‍ will be an‍​ honor. My teachings‌​⁠ will be humble,‍​‌ but I hope‌‌​ they prove useful‍ to you.”

“Uh…!”​​⁠

Dereck‌⁠⁠ does not react‌ to useless provocations.​​‍

Since​⁠‍ he never responds‍‌‌ the way she‍ wants, Trisha always‍​ ended up feeling‌ a strange frustration​‍ whenever she talked‍​⁠ to him.

Even‌​‌ so, her pride⁠ was as high‌​ as a mountain,‍‍‍ and she would‍⁠​ never let herself‌ be intimidated.

“Of​‌ course! What a thing to say…”‌

“But‍ if you’re going​ to enter as‌⁠ the youngest disciple,⁠ you must respect‍ the opinion of‍‌ the others. As​ I said, the⁠‌ hierarchy exists and‍⁠‍ is clear.”

“T-that…‍‍ of course…”

The‍‍ joy of having⁠​ received Diella’s recognition⁠ didn’t last long.​

Now‍​​ came the wall⁠‍ of reality.

No‍​‌ matter what anyone​‌ said, Trisha would⁠‌‌ be the last‍‌ to enter Dereck’s‍⁠⁠ disciples.

That‍‌ meant she would‍​ have to submit​ to those above​‍ her, and the‌‍​ people on that⁠ list were not‌⁠ easy—Diella, Ellen, Denise,‍ Siern.

“Enduring⁠‌‌ that might be⁠‍‍ even harder than‍‍ learning magic…”

“Well…‌‍​ I don’t think⁠⁠ it will be‌ that difficult. They’re​ reasonable people, right?”‍‍‍

“Reasonable…?”‌⁠

“…”‍​​

Dereck’s​‌ expression as he⁠ stared off into‌​‌ the distance sent​‌⁠ a chill down‌‌​ Trisha’s back. Being​‌ “reasonable” was relative.⁠‍‌

Dereck​ clenched his fist⁠​ and raised it⁠ toward her.

“In‍‍​ any case, take‍‍‍ heart. Even if‍‌⁠ the sky collapses,​‍ there’s always a gap through which‍‍‍ to escape…”

“What​ kind of saying​ is that? As​⁠⁠ if the sky‍⁠‍ were going to‌‍ collapse…”

“No‌​​ matter how stormy​‍‍ the sea of‌​⁠ life is, the​⁠​ rain always ends​ eventually…”

“Why⁠ are you becoming​ poetic all of‍‍ a sudden…?”

Dereck‌‌ sighed.

He‍​​ had planned to⁠‍‌ assess Trisha’s magical‌ level starting the‍⁠​ following week, but⁠​‍ no matter how‌ many times he‍⁠‌ checked, the result‍‌⁠ would not change⁠‍ much.

Trisha’s‍‍‌ growth limit as‌⁠ a mage was‌ already practically established.‍​⁠

If‍ she had been​ destined to shine,​ she would have⁠⁠⁠ by now. Although‌​ she wasn’t bad⁠⁠ compared to common‌​‌ nobles, her problem​​⁠ was who she​​ was comparing herself​ to.

That’s‌‌​ why Dereck clenched⁠‍ his fist even‌​‍ more and insisted.​⁠

“Just⁠‌‍ in case, I’ll‍‍ say this…”

“Yes?”​‍

“You​ have no reason​ to feel intimidated.”‌⁠

At⁠‌ those words, Trisha⁠​​ smiled broadly, almost‍ childishly. She was‍⁠⁠ still arrogant, but‌​ that mix of‍‍​ pride and innocence‌‌‍ had something ironically⁠ charming.

“What‌​​ an unnecessary concern.”​

Perhaps‍‍ this was Trisha’s⁠​ true nature.

***‌​⁠

When‍ Trisha finished her‍‌ conversation with Dereck⁠⁠​ and left the​​‍ reception room, Countess‌ Rodelia—who had just‍‍​ finished her duties—was‍⁠ approaching from the⁠‌ distance down the‍‌‍ hallway.

Upon​​⁠ seeing her, Trisha’s‌‌ shoulders stiffened completely.‌‍ Even though the​ report about the‌‍ letter sent by​‌ Diella would have​‌ already reached Rodelia,⁠‌‌ she still hadn’t​ given a personal⁠ explanation.

As‌‍ soon as Countess‍‌ Rodelia saw Trisha,‌​⁠ she strode toward⁠‌​ her with a satisfied smile and​‌‍ spoke.

“I‍⁠ heard the news,‌ Trisha. You’ve already‌ become an official‍⁠ disciple. I’m so​ proud of you…!⁠⁠​ It’s such good​​ news that I couldn’t even focus‌‍‍ on work!”

“Mother,‌‍​ please… you exaggerate‌⁠‌ too much.”

It‍ wasn’t common to⁠ see the always-strict‌​ Rodelia wearing such‍⁠‍ a cheerful expression.‍‍

She​‍ knew very well‌ how difficult it‍⁠​ was to become‌⁠ a disciple of‌⁠ Baron Ravenclaw, and‍‍ so she sincerely​ celebrated her daughter’s‌​​ achievement.

“I⁠‍‍ truly feel like‍‍​ I treated you‍‌ as a burden​ for far too⁠ long, and I’m​‍ beginning to regret⁠ my conduct. Trisha.‍ You’ve really done​ well.”

“This‌‌ outcome is not⁠‍ a big deal,⁠‌ mother. As you​ can see, I managed to form⁠ a point of‍ connection with Baron​ Ravenclaw… Now you’ll‍‌‍ be able to​⁠ use me politically‍​⁠ in a meaningful⁠‍​ way. Of course,⁠⁠⁠ it’s an important​⁠ development worthy of‌‍ celebration.”

“That’s⁠​ not why, Trisha.”​​

Countess⁠‌ Rodelia placed both​⁠‌ her hands on⁠‍⁠ Trisha’s shoulders and‍‌ gave her a gentle smile.

“Of​‍‌ course, the relationship⁠⁠‍ with Baron Ravenclaw‍⁠‍ is important. But‌⁠‍ more than that,‍‍ I’m impressed by⁠​ your genuine effort.‌ As your mother,​​ I cannot help‌ but be proud‌ of you.”

“…”‌

“I‍⁠​ heard what happened‍‍ in the Elfontine​‌‌ building. Your injuries​‌ as well… I imagine it couldn’t⁠ have been easy.”‌‍

“It​​ seems they exaggerated⁠ a little, mother.⁠‍ It’s not something⁠ worth calling an‍‍ effort or anything‍​ like that—it was‍‍‍ child’s play.”

Trisha‍‍ raised her voice‍‌‌ again. Her attitude​‍‍ implied that none⁠ of this deserved‌‌‍ such fuss.

“And​⁠‌ who am I?‌ I am Trisha,⁠⁠ the most noble​‌​ lady of the​ Renuel house. Jumping‌ in joy because‍ I entered as‍​ the disciple of​‌ a simple frontier​ noble would be‌ a vulgar attitude‌ unbefitting my status​⁠ or my authority.”⁠

“Is⁠‍ that so? I’m‌‌ glad you’re taking‍ it calmly.”

“Baron​‌ Ravenclaw is waiting.‍⁠⁠ He has many‍​‍ matters to discuss‍‌⁠ regarding the construction​‍ of the Academy.​ You should hurry.⁠‌‍ I will retire‌ and rest.”

After​‌ once again showing‌​ a confident smile,​ Trisha bowed and⁠‍ crossed the hallway.‌​​

Firm⁠‍⁠ footsteps echoed as‍ she walked forward.‍⁠

Rodelia​‍⁠ silently watched her​‍‍ daughter’s figure moving⁠‍ away with determined‍‍‍ steps, and finally,‍ smiling in satisfaction,​⁠ she opened the‍ door of the‌ reception room and​‍ entered.

Creak.‍‌

Steps.⁠

After‌​ walking for a while, Trisha suddenly‌⁠ remembered something and​ took out the​​ letter she had​‌‍ received that morning‍ to read it⁠‍ again.

The​⁠​ letter written word​⁠​ by word by​​‍ the tyrant of⁠⁠⁠ the Duplain family,​ in which Diella‍‍⁠ recognized Trisha.

And⁠​ immediately the image‌ of her mother‌ Rodelia smiling as‌​​ if she were⁠⁠ the happiest person‌ in the world​‍​ came to mind.‍

All​‌‍ of that mixed​ together and caused‍ a strange ripple‌‌‌ in Trisha’s chest.‍‍

Of​‍ course, without showing‌‌‌ it. Her figure‍ continued forward firmly.​ Only, subtly, the‍ tip of her⁠ nose grew damp.​⁠‍

“The‌​ air is very‌ humid for winter.”⁠​‌

Trisha‍‌ rubbed her face⁠ with the sleeve​​ of her coat‌ and continued walking⁠ down the hallway​​ with a firm​ expression, as if​ nothing had happened.⁠⁠

It​‍ seemed that the‌⁠‌ procedures for the‍‌ construction of Ravenclaw‌​⁠ Academy were also​​ entering their final‍​‌ phase.

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