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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 157: The Master of My Master (2)

Chapter 157: The Master of My Master (2)

“Having‍‌​ spent so many‍‌ years as a mercenary, she surely⁠ likes strong liquor.​ And after living​​ for so long‌⁠ in a place‍‍ like Count Elvester’s⁠‌ house, she probably​ hasn’t had many⁠ opportunities to drink​ as much as‍ she liked either.‌ It would be‌‍​ best to prepare‍‍ good-quality alcohol and‍ top-grade meat.”

“The‍ wines of our‍‌ Ravencrow territory are⁠‍ famous for being​⁠⁠ among the best‌ in the entire‍‍‌ southwest of the‌⁠‌ continent. If we‌ announce that a distinguished guest highly‍‍​ valued by the​‌⁠ baron is arriving,⁠ the people of⁠ the territory will⁠ not hesitate to​ bring out the⁠‌ finest bottles they‍‌ have stored in‍‍⁠ their cellars.”

“Wine‍‍ is fine, but​ prepare rum or​ other stronger distilled‍​ spirits as well.‌ And she’s not​ someone who feels​‌‍ comfortable with overly‍‍⁠ ostentatious receptions; good‍ food and good⁠⁠⁠ liquor will be‌ more than enough.”‌⁠⁠

Dereck‍ maintained his usual‌‍⁠ expression, dry and​ restrained, but his‍‍‌ slightly quicker pace‍ and somewhat raised⁠‍ tone made it‌‌‌ clear that he​⁠ was in a good mood.

The‍‌​ experienced butler Delbriton⁠‍ caught that subtle‍​‍ change immediately.

Seeing‍ his lord like‌⁠⁠ that, he himself⁠‍‍ felt somewhat encouraged.‍

“However,‌​‌ given the nature​ of the visit,⁠ it’s possible that‌‌‍ she may come​​ accompanied by a young lady of​ the house of​ Count Elvester…”

“Hmm,‌ then things change​ a bit. If⁠ a young lady⁠ of the Elvester‌⁠⁠ family, the greatest‍ power of the​ eastern continent, visits​⁠ us, serving only‌⁠ strong liquor and‌‌ good food might‍​‍ not be an​‍⁠ appropriate reception.”

If‍‌ Katia, of fallen‌​​ noble origin, came⁠ alone, frank mercenary-style​ hospitality would be⁠​ enough for her‍ to have a good time.

But​ if she came‌​‌ accompanied by a powerful young lady,⁠ the situation was‍‌‌ different.

The‌‍ servants would have‍‍‍ to move more⁠⁠ carefully and offer⁠‌ treatment befitting her⁠ authority.

“Hmm…”⁠‌

In⁠​ the letter Katia⁠​ had sent, there​ was no mention‌‍‌ of that.

However,​​⁠ the tone was​‍​ clearly that of‌ an inspection related​ to magical education,‌‌ and it would‌​ be strange for⁠ her not to‍‌‌ bring her disciple‍​ with her. Either⁠ she would not‍‌⁠ bring her, or​‍​ if she did,‌ she would likely‍​ try to conceal‌ it.

“She‍ must have thought‌​⁠ that if the‌⁠ visit were official⁠ on behalf of⁠⁠‌ House Elvester, it‍ would be too⁠‌ great a burden‍‌‌ for me.”

Dereck’s‌‍ assumption was accurate.⁠⁠

Even⁠ though it had‌‍‍ been a long⁠ time since they⁠‍ last met, he‌‌‍ knew Katia’s personality⁠‌​ better than anyone.‌‍

“If‌ she didn’t give⁠​‌ advance notice, it⁠ doesn’t seem like​ something we need⁠ to worry about‍‌ too much, but​‍ just in case​⁠‍ she comes with‌​ a young lady,‍‍ it’s best to​⁠ be prepared.”

“That​‍⁠ is a very​ sensible order. I will inform the​​⁠ head maid.”

“Good.⁠⁠‍ If there’s anything‍⁠​ that needs special‌​⁠ approval, come inform‌ me.”

“Yes,‌⁠ sir.”

Dereck⁠⁠​ waved his hand​ to dismiss Delbriton​‌ and headed to⁠​ his study.

It‍ was his way⁠ of saying that,⁠ from that point‌ on, everything was‍​ in his hands.​⁠

Delbriton​ bowed his head‌ with a satisfied⁠ smile.

‘If⁠​ she’s coming through​‍‍ the center, taking‍ the main route⁠⁠ through Count Renouel’s‍ territory and the​​ Duchy of Beltus,‍ how many days‍​ will it take?⁠ Given the distance,​‍‌ she’ll surely arrive‍ after a few‌‌ festive days have​⁠ passed.’

The​​ fact that he​⁠‌ was already calculating⁠​​ Katia’s arrival date‍​⁠ showed that he​‍⁠ himself was aware​⁠‍ of how much​​‍ he was anticipating‍⁠ her visit.

“You’ve​ got a grin​ from ear to‍​ ear.”

“…?”‌

Dereck‌​ rarely expressed his⁠​⁠ emotions, but to‍⁠ Fina’s eyes, he‍ looked as if⁠​‍ he were smiling​‌ shamelessly, which made⁠⁠‌ her frown in​⁠ irritation.

She⁠ had stayed in‍‌‌ the Ravencrow territory​ under the pretext‍‍ of conducting magical‌‍ training, but in​ reality she was⁠⁠ the one supervising‍‌ Dereck’s magic.

Two​​​ seasons had already⁠ passed since they‌‍‌ formally established a master–disciple relationship, enough⁠​ time to grow​‍⁠ fond of each​​ other, but lately,⁠‍ seeing him like‌‌​ this, Fina couldn’t‌‌ help feeling irritated.‌⁠

“I‌‍‍ don’t know how⁠‍ extraordinary that Katia‍​ person might be,​ but even with‍​ this lady right⁠‍ in front of‌​ you, who supervises‌‍ 4-star magic, you’re‍‍ still thinking about​‌ another master and‌​​ smiling like an​⁠ idiot—frankly, it hurts‌⁠‌ my pride. You⁠⁠‍ know better than‍‍ anyone how valuable​ I am.”

“…”​

“And‌ I don’t like⁠ that indifferent look⁠ either, as if‌‌ you were thinking​ about another bothersome‍‍‌ woman. Honestly, men⁠⁠ always have their​ eyes wandering everywhere.​‍ It’s not worth‍‌‌ getting attached to​ you. Not worth‌‍‌ it.”

Fina,⁠⁠‌ sprawled unwillingly on​​‍ the sofa in⁠​ the study while​⁠ nibbling on a montblanc, sighed over‍ and over again.​‍

“I⁠‍⁠ was the one‌ who helped you‍​ reach the 4-star‍ rank, and also⁠‍ the one who‍⁠​ helped polish that‌⁠ magic. Of course,‍‌ I know that‌ Katia did many​ things for you⁠ as a teacher,​​‍ but if we’re‍‌ talking about who⁠‍ contributed more to‍ you reaching where‍‍ you are now,‌​ that would be‍‌ me.”

“That‌ is absolutely true.⁠​‌ I am always​ grateful for it.”​​⁠

“You​‌⁠ speak with an⁠ irritating eloquence. I know well that‌ you’ve had several‌​⁠ good teachers, but‍‌⁠ when someone asks​​ you whose disciple‌​‍ you are, the⁠ correct thing is‌‍⁠ to say that⁠​‍ you are Fina’s​ disciple. That is⁠​ what’s appropriate. Don’t‍ forget that identity,​‌⁠ understood?”

Although‌‍⁠ she spoke as⁠‍‍ if she didn’t⁠​⁠ want her disciple​ to be taken‌‌‍ by another, the​ truth was that​ Katia had been​‍​ his teacher before‍ Fina.

Even⁠‌⁠ so, Fina puffed‌‌‍ out her cheeks‍⁠​ and continued eating‍ the financiers the⁠ maid had baked,‌⁠⁠ clearly jealous that​‌‌ her beloved disciple‍​ was thinking of‌⁠⁠ another teacher.

“Anyway,​⁠⁠ you were destined‍‍ to reach 3 or 4 stars.‌‌⁠ You were the⁠ type who absorbed⁠⁠ knowledge and learned⁠​ magic even from‍‌​ beggars on the​​ street, so it‌‍​ doesn’t matter much​⁠‍ whom you took​⁠ as a teacher⁠ along the way.‍ What matters is‍⁠⁠ who helped you‌⁠ reach the highest‌​⁠ level, understand?”

“Of⁠‍ course.”

“Ugh.‌⁠‍ Even though you⁠‌ give me the‍‍⁠ answer I want,‍‌ I’m still annoyed!​​ There’s no sincerity‌⁠ in your words!​ No sincerity at‌ all!”

Fina​⁠ sprang up from‌ the sofa, planted‍​‍ her hands on‌​ her hips, and‍ cleared her throat⁠‍ dramatically.

“I’m‍⁠⁠ leaving the house!”⁠

“…?”⁠

“What’s‌ the point of‌‍ teaching someone who​ doesn’t recognize my​ worth? Go learn​​ magic from that⁠​⁠ Katia person or⁠​⁠ from coffee or‌‌ whatever! I’ll go⁠⁠ back to Tigris‍⁠‍ territory to rest!”⁠‍⁠

“…Did‌​ a message from‍ your family already⁠​ reach you telling‌ you it was‍ time to show‍‌‌ yourself?”

“…As‌‌ perceptive as ever.”​‍​

Fina‍‌ narrowed her eyes⁠ and sighed in‌​ boredom.

Although⁠​ she had spent‍ quite some time⁠⁠‌ in the Ravencrow‍ territory, in the​ end she was⁠​ still a young‍​ lady of Baron‌​​ Tigris’s house.

She⁠‌‌ had chosen that⁠​ territory as her​‌​ home in this‍ life, but that⁠​ didn’t mean she‌⁠ was particularly attached‌ to her family.‌⁠⁠

Even‌‍ so, she couldn’t‌​ completely ignore the‌‌ main house.

No​‍ matter how comfortable‌ her stay at‍ Baron Ravencrow’s mansion‌‍ was, it was⁠‍ inevitable that she‍ would have to‍⁠​ show herself before‍⁠‌ her family from​‌‍ time to time.⁠

Fina‍‌‍ dropped back onto⁠‌ the sofa, swinging​‌ her legs as⁠​​ she spoke.

“It’s‌⁠ time for me⁠​⁠ to present myself​ once more at​ the main house,​‌ and also to‍‌ start wrapping up‍‌‌ my personal research.”⁠‌⁠

“…”​‍‍

“Yes.​ I think I’ll⁠⁠‌ be able to​ do something interesting​⁠ with the corpse‍⁠ Happy picked up‌‌⁠ last time. I feel like I’m‌‌​ quite close to‍ fulfilling an old⁠‌⁠ longing.”

Advanced‍ corpse resurrection.

She‍ had made considerable‍‌⁠ progress toward that​⁠​ forbidden domain she‍⁠ would use to​‌‌ revive the 6-star‌‌⁠ mage Kalimpord.

Fina⁠‍ adopted a distant‌⁠⁠ expression, rested her‌⁠ chin on one‌ hand, and smiled⁠‌⁠ wryly.

“Rest⁠‍⁠ isn’t that far⁠‍​ away. It’s been⁠ quite an ephemeral‍‌⁠ life.”

“…”‍

“Oh,⁠ how curious. When⁠ I complained so‍⁠‌ much you didn’t​‍⁠ pay attention, but‍⁠ now that I talk about this,⁠​ you put on​‌​ such a serious‍​‌ look. Really, men⁠⁠​ never react the‌‍ way one wants.”​‍

Despite‍​‍ her youthful appearance,​ one should not​ be deceived.

The‍ woman smiling with​‌ her chin propped⁠‍ up, possessing a seductive charm, was​‍ a traveler who​ had wandered through‍ countless cycles of⁠ reincarnation.

She‍ was expressive and‌‍ always seemed relaxed,⁠⁠​ but if one​‍‍ looked carefully into‍​⁠ her eyes, what‍ could be seen‍ was weariness and⁠​‌ skepticism toward life.​⁠‍

She⁠​ might believe she⁠‍‍ hid it well,‌ but Dereck had‍​‌ noticed it long‌⁠ ago.

‘I⁠‍ see another winter.’‌‍

The‍ memory of the‍‌ day of the‍ first snowfall, when⁠​ she stood dazed,​⁠​ staring at the‍⁠⁠ sky before an​⁠‌ enormous window several⁠ times larger than⁠‍‍ her own body.​‍⁠

Every‍​⁠ time she showed‌‌​ that contemplative air‌‌⁠ before the passage‌‌ of time, Dereck‍‌ felt it clearly.‌⁠

She⁠‌ wished to leave‍‌​ the world.

Because⁠‌ an endless life‌ was not a blessing, but something‌‌‌ closer to a curse.

“In‌​ any case, I’ll​ tell you in​‌ advance—if one day​‌​ I leave this‌​‌ world, keep considering​ yourself my disciple.”‌‌

Fina‍​⁠ stood up and⁠‌ adjusted her clothes.‍‌⁠

It‌ seemed she was⁠​ already determined to⁠⁠ return to the‍‌‌ main house of‍ Tigris.

“Leaving⁠ at least some‍⁠ proof that I existed in this⁠⁠​ world wouldn’t be⁠‍​ so bad.”

“Master.”​

Dereck⁠‌ set aside the‌‌‍ pen on the‍ desk and looked‍‌​ at her.

“Will‍⁠‌ we see each‍​ other again?”

Fina​ opened the door​​​ to the study‌‍​ and, before leaving,​⁠‍ turned to smile⁠‍ at him.

“Maybe.”‍​

After​ leaving those words‍ laden with meaning,⁠‌ Fina began preparations‌ to depart for‍ Tigris territory.

As⁠ far as Dereck​​ knew, Fina would⁠‌​ complete the advanced‍​ corpse resurrection.

And⁠​⁠ even so, she‍ would not attain⁠ the rest she⁠‌ so greatly desired.‌‍​

Eventually,‌ she would attempt​ to devour Tigris​⁠ territory and carry‍​‍ out something, only⁠ to be defeated⁠ by Melverot and⁠ imprisoned in the‌ underground chambers of‌ the palace of⁠⁠​ Gremfort.

He‍⁠ didn’t know when‍⁠‍ it would happen.​​‍

But⁠‌ he had the‍‌⁠ feeling that it‌‍‌ wouldn’t be long.‌

Even‌ so, Dereck could​‌​ do nothing about⁠‍​ it.

He‍ understood all too​‌ well the weight‍ of the desire⁠‌ that Fina carried‌⁠ in her heart.‍‍

Her​ longing was not​ something others could‌⁠ lightly judge as‌‌ right or wrong.​​‍

One⁠‌‌ could not control⁠‌ a 6-star necromancer‍‍ mage at will.‍

That‌⁠​ was why the​‍​ only thing Dereck​⁠ could do was​‌ silently acknowledge the​‍⁠ path she had⁠⁠ chosen.

That​‌‌ was the greatest⁠ respect he could⁠⁠‍ offer her.

***​‌‍

Trisha‌‍ was dead.

At‌ least, that was‍ how she felt.⁠

When‌ she received the⁠‌​ baron Ravenclaw’s classes​ for the first⁠ time, she entered‌⁠ the baron’s mansion‍‍ with a heart⁠⁠ full of expectations,‌⁠​ but the method‌ was very different‍‍ from what she⁠‌⁠ had imagined.

Instead‌ of the refined⁠ instruction she expected,‌ Dereck spoke directly‍ the moment Trisha⁠ entered the training⁠⁠ pavilion.

“The‍ first thing you⁠​ must focus on​ is physical endurance.”​​

“Eh…?”‍‍⁠

“It⁠ doesn’t matter what‍‌⁠ you try to⁠ learn. If you‌‌‌ don’t have the‌​ body to endure‍‍⁠ it, you won’t‌‌ learn anything. Physical‌​​ endurance is one‌​ of the requirements​ I value the​​ most.”

The​‌‌ elegant magic lessons‌ she had imagined‍ while lying on‌​⁠ the ceiling of‍⁠ Count Renuel’s palace—following⁠‌‍ magical resonance, reproducing‍‌‍ the forms of‌‍⁠ the different elements—flashed​‌‌ fleetingly through her⁠ mind.

But​⁠‌ as soon as‌‍ she arrived at‌ the baron’s mansion,​‍ the first thing⁠⁠ she did was‌‌ change into comfortable‌⁠‌ clothes prepared by​​‍ the servants.

The‍​ hell that followed​ was something she⁠ preferred not to​ remember.

“Come‍‌ on! Hup-hup-ho! Hup-hup-ho!‍⁠⁠ Hup-hup-ho! Steady breathing⁠​ helps maintain movement​‍‌ in the long‌‌ run!”

“Hup…‍ hup… kuh-hok…!”

Running‌ through the garden,‍ push-ups, sit-ups, climbing​ stairs, jumping jacks.‌

‘This…⁠​ is this really‍​ a magic class?‌‍‍ Haa… haa…’

Without‍‌ really knowing how,‌⁠ she kept up‌​‌ the pace until,‌⁠ before she realized⁠ it, she could‌​ no longer apply⁠⁠ any strength to⁠‍‍ her arms or⁠‌ thighs.

It‍ wasn’t just one⁠ day.

Trisha‌ spent the entire‌​​ three days of‌ the holiday doing‍​⁠ maneuver training—no, physical⁠ endurance training—and only‌⁠⁠ then was she‌ able to return⁠ to the main⁠‍ house.

On‍ the night of​​ the third day,‍ feeling the muscle‍‌‌ pain coursing through‌⁠ her entire body,​‌ Trisha understood.

“So​‍ that’s why all‍ of Dereck’s disciples​ have those well-shaped​​‍ bodies…”

“Oh.‌‍ Miss Trisha, it⁠​​ seems you were⁠ taking lessons during​‌ this holiday.”

“Miss‍ Ellen… ah… good‍ afternoon. Have you‍​ been well…?”

On​ that last day,⁠‍ seeing Trisha half-dead‍‌‌ walking toward the​‌ carriage, Ellen began‌‍ to sweat and‍‌ swallowed hard.

Dereck’s⁠‌ magic classes are‌ absolute hell at‌⁠‍ the beginning.

As‍‍⁠ the first victim​‌​ to experience that​‍​ hell faster than​⁠ anyone else, Ellen‌ watched her silently‍ with a look​‍ of pure compassion.‌⁠​

It⁠ was a kind‍⁠‌ of hell that⁠⁠ only those who⁠ had suffered it⁠⁠⁠ could understand.

One‍‍ that had never‌​ been experienced before.‍

For‌ a young noble‌ lady raised like⁠‍ a greenhouse flower,‌⁠ it was a trial far too​⁠​ cruel.

Of‌‍ course, Trisha had‌​ a tenacity that‍‍ even made Diella‍ and Ellen click⁠⁠ their tongues. She‍​ wouldn’t give up​‍ here.

Precisely‍ because of that,‍​⁠ Ellen couldn’t help‍⁠‌ but feel moved.‍⁠

“Miss⁠ Trisha, when you⁠​⁠ feel that life‍​ is full of‍‌ trials, always remember‍‍​ the achievements you⁠‍‌ have attained so⁠⁠‍ far. Even if⁠ the storms seem‍ unfair, if you⁠‌ endure, you will​ surely find meaning.”‌

“Why…‍ does everyone talk​⁠ to me with‍ such poetic expressions⁠ every time they​‍ see me…?”

“That’s‌‌ not it. If​‌ you need help‍ with anything, don’t‍‌⁠ hesitate to tell⁠‍‍ me…”

The⁠‍ goodwill of Ellen,‍⁠ the true power‍‌ figure of Belmierd,​ was worth more‍⁠⁠ than a thousand‌ gold pieces to‍​⁠ the ladies of‌⁠‍ high society.

Even‍ for Trisha, brimming​​​ with vanity and‌‍ pride, it should⁠⁠‍ have carried great​‍ meaning, but for‌​​ some reason, that‌⁠ day Ellen’s kindness‌ felt strangely melancholic​⁠ to her.

It⁠ was a complex‍ feeling.

Clatter,​⁠‌ clatter.

Inside‍ the carriage carrying⁠‍‌ her back to‍‌ Renuel territory after‍ three days, Trisha​ groaned in pain‍​‌ for that very​​ reason.

Feeling‍⁠ the coachman’s worried​​‌ gaze, her eyes​‌ grew moist.

She⁠⁠ wanted to scream‌​​ at this suffering​ so different from‌ what she had‍​ imagined, but even‌ so, it hadn’t‌ been in vain.⁠

‘Still,⁠⁠ I can tell​​‍ that the gaze⁠‍ of the nobles⁠​‍ of Rose Hall⁠ toward me has​⁠ changed, heh hehehe…’‌

Human‍‌ nature does not​ change so easily.‌⁠⁠

As⁠ expected, ever since​⁠ she became an​ official disciple of‍‌⁠ Baron Ravenclaw, the‍⁠ attitude of the‍ other ladies had​‍⁠ changed.

“Hello.”‌

Siern,​​ walking through the‌ noble district with⁠⁠ her usual aloof,‌ world-indifferent air, greeted‌​​ her in passing.​

“Your​​‍ injuries look better‌ already.”

Diella,⁠​ who always looked​‍‌ as if she​ wanted to devour‌ anyone, examined her‍‍ wounds with an‌‌⁠ indifferent expression.

To​ a layperson, it‌​ would have seemed‍ like cold treatment,‌ but considering her⁠​ usual disposition, it‌​ was hard to⁠ believe.

Even⁠⁠‌ the other nobles‌⁠‌ of the Elfontaine​⁠‌ Pavilion opened their​‍​ eyes wide upon‌ seeing it.

It‍⁠⁠ was inevitable that‌ Trisha’s momentum would​ soar.

“Ufufu…​⁠‌ kuh-hut…”

Just‍ moments ago she‍ had been writhing‍‍ in pain from‌⁠‍ sore muscles, but‌​‍ now she was⁠‍ letting out that⁠‌ unpleasant laugh again.‍

She‍‌⁠ cried, then laughed—the‍ coachman broke out​‍⁠ in a cold⁠⁠ sweat at that⁠‌ incomprehensible behavior.

‘Ufufu…‌ yes… what does‍ it matter to‍‍ suffer a little…?​ I’m interacting directly‌‌⁠ with the ladies‍ of the Ravenclaw​ faction, and my‌ influence in society‍⁠ is visibly increasing.⁠​‌ I am Trisha​⁠ of the Renuel​‍‍ family. I’m finally⁠ starting to have⁠‍​ the dignity that⁠​‌ befits me.’

‘Ufuf…‍⁠ hehehe… yes, this​ is it. This⁠⁠​ is what’s good​ about living. This⁠⁠‌ is life.’

The‌⁠ self-esteem that was​ about to hit‍​‍ rock bottom raised‌​‍ its head once‍‍‍ more.

Laughing⁠‍ loudly, as if​‌ the entire world‍ belonged to her.⁠⁠‍

Trisha‍​‍ of the Renuel​‌‍ family.

At⁠​ last, she was‌​‌ beginning to receive​ respect befitting her‍‌ position.

Intoxicated⁠ by that euphoria,‍‍ her laughter grew​ louder and louder.⁠

‘Why⁠‌ should I shrink⁠⁠‌ back? Someone like‍​​ me can boast​‌‍ as much as‍⁠ she wants! Of⁠⁠ course…!’

Clonk!‍‌

At‍‍ that very moment,‌‌ when Trisha’s arrogant‌⁠⁠ nature fully revived,‍ the carriage jolted​‍⁠ and came to‍‌​ an abrupt stop.​

“What’s‌​‍ going on?”

Startled,‌‍‍ the coachman opened‍⁠‍ the front window‍‌ and replied at‍ once.

“I’m​ sorry, Miss Trisha.‍‌‌ We’ve entered Renuel‍ territory, but there’s⁠‌​ congestion at the⁠‌ main gate, so‍​​ we stopped for​ a moment.”

“At⁠ the gate?”

Trisha‍ pursed her lips.⁠

Having​‍​ entered Renuel territory‍​ meant that from‌⁠​ there on, everything​‌⁠ was entirely her‌ domain.

As​ was only natural,‌ the inhabitants of​‌ Count Renuel’s territory⁠ swallowed hard and‍​‌ lowered their heads​​ as soon as‍ they saw Trisha.‍​

As​‌ the daughter of‌‌⁠ Countess Rodelia, no‍‌⁠ one dared treat​​‌ her lightly, and​‌ that made her⁠​⁠ pride soar to⁠‌​ the heavens.

This​ was, without a doubt, her true​ territory.

“It‍⁠ seems someone is‍⁠‌ arguing with the⁠​ gate guards.”

“Haa…‍⁠⁠ I’m already exhausted,​ and on top‍​ of that they​​ block my way​‍​ back and waste‌‌⁠ my time. Let’s‌‍ see what kind​⁠ of face they‍ have.”

At⁠‍ the clearly villainous⁠​ expression that appeared⁠ on Trisha’s face,⁠ the coachman shrank⁠‍ back in fear.⁠‌‍

In⁠ Count Renuel’s territory,​ there was no‍‌ one capable of‌‌ stopping an enraged‌ Trisha.

She‌​⁠ herself knew it‍ well, and with‌​ her face flushed‍⁠ with anger, she⁠⁠‌ looked out the​ window.

At⁠​ a glance, the‌ carriage in front‌‍ of them was‍⁠‍ old and miserable.​‍

The‌ person speaking with‍‌⁠ the guards on​⁠ behalf of the⁠‌ passengers looked like​‍ a ragged mercenary.‍

She⁠‌ was a woman⁠‍​ of some age.​‍​

But‍ her status was​⁠​ clearly low.

Although‌⁠ she was dressed​‌‍ practically for long‌ travel, true nobles‍ always went lavishly⁠⁠ attired no matter⁠⁠ where they went.‌

‘What‍ is that vulgar‌⁠​ woman? I’m already‌ exhausted, and she’s‌‍‌ blocking the road‍‌ on top of​‌ that…’

Filled⁠‍ with venom, Trisha⁠​​ spoke while holding​​ her breath.

“I’ll​‍⁠ check it myself.”‌‍

“A-ah…‍​‌ if you go‌ out, the guards‍​ will be surprised…”‍‌

“It​ doesn’t matter. If​‍​ something annoys me,​‌​ I push it‌​ aside.”

Trisha‍ raised her chin​ arrogantly and flung‌ open the carriage​ door.

The‌ coachman swallowed again,⁠‍ his gaze tense.⁠

Having‍ had her self-esteem​ trampled to the​​‍ ground while running⁠ around with the⁠​ Ravenclaw family, exhausted​ to the limit.⁠‍

At‍ least in her‍‍ own territory, she⁠​ thought she should‍ raise her head​‌​ and spread her‌‍ pride, so she‍‌‍ walked toward the​⁠‍ gate with firm​‍ steps.

‘Even​‌ seeing it again,​ that carriage is‌⁠ miserable. It surely​⁠ only carries cheap⁠‍ luggage inside.’

Casting‍​‌ a sidelong glance,⁠‌‌ Trisha held the⁠‍​ hem of her⁠‍‍ dress and advanced.‍⁠​

“What‍​‍ is going on​ here?”

“Please‍‍‌ wait behind—Ah…! M-Miss‌‌ Trisha! H-how is​⁠​ it that you‌‍ have come all​‍‍ the way to‌​‌ this outer area…?”​⁠​

“That’s‍‍ enough. My path​ is urgent. Who‌ dares to block‌⁠‍ it like this?”​‍

At⁠⁠ Trisha’s irritated voice,‍⁠ an elderly woman​​​ in a cloak‌‍ stepped forward.

At​ first glance, she​‍⁠ still looked like⁠ a poor mercenary,‍ but the intelligent‍​‍ gaze filtering out‍ from beneath the⁠ hood was quite‍ striking.

With​ a youthful face⁠ for her age,⁠‍ an upright posture,‍ and clear eyes,‍‍ though she had⁠⁠⁠ long passed the‌ age of being⁠ an active mercenary,‌‍‌ she exuded a palpable vitality.

“I‍‌ apologize for the⁠⁠‌ inconvenience. Please accept​⁠ my apologies.”

“Ha…”⁠‍

Trisha‌ laughed as if‌‍ she couldn’t believe‍ it.

After‍‌ so much suffering,​‍ it almost seemed‍ like a good‌‌⁠ opportunity.

At‌⁠ Baron Ravenclaw’s mansion,‍​ she was always‌⁠‌ in an inferior​⁠ position.

It​ was inevitable to⁠​​ want to vent⁠ at least here.‍⁠‌

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