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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 158: The Master of My Master (3)

Chapter 158: The Master of My Master (3)

‘Today‌‌ is the day‌‌​ Trisha returns to‍‍ the main family.‌​ She will have‌ received lessons from‍​ Baron Ravenclaw for‌ the first time;‌​ I’m curious to‍ know what she‌‌ thought of them.’​

Countess‌ Rodelia was getting‍‌ ready with the⁠⁠‌ help of the‍‍‌ servants.

Unlike‍‌‌ many noble ladies,‌ she had a markedly wild temperament,⁠‌‌ so she did‌ not bother wearing⁠⁠​ flashy outfits.

It‍‍ was enough for⁠​​ her to braid​‍ her hair a little and apply​‌ light makeup so⁠‌​ as not to⁠‍‌ damage her skin;‌⁠​ that was enough‌​‌ to finish quickly.‌​

With‌‍ several documents that​​ had arrived from⁠ the central region​ of the continent​‍ in hand, she⁠⁠‌ was heading to​‍ her office to‌‌​ review the day’s‌​‌ affairs.

Her‌ chief aide walked‍‌​ at her side‌‌ and spoke in‍ a firm, disciplined‍‌‌ voice.

“It⁠‍​ seems that the⁠‌ negotiations with the⁠​‌ territory of Avalon⁠⁠ have concluded without⁠ issues. The proposal‌‌‌ to readjust taxes‌‍ in the peripheral‍‌ zones is still⁠ under review, but‌‍‌ all indications are​‌‍ that the outcome⁠​‌ will be positive.”​

“Then‍ there’s no need‌‍ for me to‌⁠‌ review it personally.‌⁠‌ Any other news?”⁠‍

“A‌‍ letter has arrived‍​ from Ravenclaw territory.”⁠‍

“Oh?⁠​‍ From Baron Ravenclaw‍‍‌ himself?”

Baron⁠​ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw‌⁠ did not usually⁠‌‌ exchange letters over⁠‍ unnecessary matters.

For‍ him to take‍‍ the initiative to‍‌ make contact was‍‍ not common, so⁠‍ Rodelia paid attention‍⁠⁠ to the contents‌‍‍ of the letter.​‌

However,‌‍​ the message was‌ not as important‌⁠‍ as she had​​ expected.

“It‌ appears that a woman named Katia‍ Flameheart, who was‍ Baron Ravenclaw’s teacher,‌⁠ will be passing​ through Renuel County‍ and the Duchy⁠​‌ of Beltus. He⁠ is personally requesting‍‌ that we facilitate​‌ her passage so​‌ that she does‌⁠ not suffer any‍ inconvenience.”

“Well‌​ now. That man⁠ always acts like​ a lone wolf,‍‌⁠ and yet now‍​ he’s making such‍‌ classically noble requests.”‌

Among‌ nobles, relying on​‍‍ connections to receive‍ formal assistance was⁠‍⁠ fairly common.

Even‌​ so, it was​ curious that Baron‌ Ravenclaw, who seemed‌ detached from that‍‍ world, would make‍ a direct request.⁠​

Since‌⁠ the other side​‌⁠ was leaning on⁠‌ her, it was⁠​⁠ appropriate to reciprocate.‍

Handling​ this kind of‌‌‌ personal favor well‍ eventually turned into​⁠ a debt, and⁠ in the long​⁠‌ run, into a bond.

“If‍ she is heading‍‌ to Baron Ravenclaw’s‌ territory, she will​ pass through my‌ lands, cross the⁠ Rubes Plains, and⁠‌‌ then enter the‌​‌ Duchy of Beltus.”‌⁠

“Yes.‌‍​ According to the‍‍⁠ information we received,‍​​ they plan to‌ personally dispatch the​⁠​ commander of the‌‍ Orel mercenary company​⁠ to receive her.‌ Troop movement toward​ the border area‌ has already been‍⁠​ detected.”

“They’re‌⁠ sending the supreme​ commander of the‍​⁠ territorial army just​‍ to escort a traveler?”

“Apparently,‍‌‍ this Katia is​⁠ a figure equivalent​‍ to a benefactor‍ to Baron Ravenclaw,‍ so they have‍ ordered that she‍ is not to⁠‍​ be treated lightly‍​​ under any circumstances.”⁠​

Denise‌​ of the Beltus​‌ family was quick‍‍ to read the​‍ atmosphere and very​ skilled at gathering‌‌ information, so she​ knew well the‍ people close to​⁠⁠ Dereck.

She‌​ knew perfectly how⁠ much he valued‍ Katia, and had‌‌‌ warned her subordinates​‍‍ not to offend‌‍ her under any‌ circumstances.

In‌ matters like this,‍‍‍ Denise always acted‍ quickly and precisely.​‍

The‍ only one capable​ of handling the‌⁠‌ proud young women‌‍⁠ of the Ravenclaw​‌‍ group was Dereck,‍‍​ and the person⁠ whom even Dereck⁠ followed with complete⁠‌ trust was Katia.‌⁠‌

If‍ she voiced an‍ opinion, he always⁠‍ respected it as⁠‌​ long as it‍⁠ was not excessively​‌ irrational.

Rodelia‍⁠ fell into thought.‍⁠⁠

Trisha‍​​ had become Dereck’s⁠‍ disciple only very⁠‍‌ recently, so no‍⁠ matter how frequently‍​‌ they exchanged letters,‍ it was very‌ likely that Katia⁠​​ did not yet‌‌ know about it.⁠‌

In⁠‍​ other words, this⁠ would be a first impression.

The​‍ importance of a first impression was​⁠ something anyone who​ had frequented noble​ society knew from‍‍​ childhood.

Therefore,‌​‍ they had to​ present themselves firmly.⁠‍‌

“If⁠ Beltus plans to​ receive her with​ such care, we​ cannot lag behind.‍‍ If we yield‌‍⁠ in matters like‌⁠⁠ this, it will​‍​ be held against⁠‌ us later.”

“What​ would you like‍‌ us to do?”‍‌

“If​​ they’re sending their‌⁠‌ top commander, then‍ I’ll go myself.”​

“T-the‍⁠ countess in person?”​

Rodelia‍‌ shrugged and replied.‌

“I’ve​‌ been focusing only‍‍​ on internal affairs​ for a long⁠⁠⁠ time, and my​​ body is asking​‌ for it. My⁠ best horses also‍‍ need to run​⁠ a bit. Since‌‌ there’s an excuse,​ I’ll take the‍‍‌ opportunity to ride‌ across the plains.”⁠​

“I-is⁠ that so? But—”‍‍

“Enough‌ unnecessary comments. You⁠‍ were going to​‍ say that the​​ head of the‍‌‍ Renuel family shouldn’t​​⁠ be moving around‍ so lightly, weren’t‍ you?”

Rodelia‍ was not only⁠ the head of‌​‍ the Renuel family,‍ but also a former warrior who‍⁠ had traversed battlefields.‍‍​

Spending​​‌ too much time‍‌‍ trapped in administrative⁠ tasks eventually wore‍ anyone down.

“It’s⁠ been a while⁠ since I snapped​​ the necks of⁠⁠‍ those black mages;‍​‍ it seems like⁠‌ a good time‍⁠ to stretch my‌⁠ body. Prepare my‍⁠‌ best mounts and⁠⁠ put my personal‌ guard on standby.‌​‍ I’ll personally escort‍⁠ that Katia to​‌ the border.”

“Is​ such an extraordinary‍ reception really necessary?”‌

“With‍‍ this, Baron Ravenclaw‍​​ won’t be able⁠‍​ to say anything‌‌‌ later. Besides, opportunities⁠⁠‍ like this don’t⁠ come often; you​ have to take‌⁠ advantage of them⁠⁠ when they arrive.”​​​

Rodelia‌ let out a laugh and strode‍⁠⁠ firmly toward the​ stables.

The⁠‌‌ chief aide, visibly​ tense, hurried to‌ follow her.

“We‍ will clearly display‌‌​ the dignity of‌​‍ the Renuel family.​⁠​ Find out her‌⁠‌ itinerary in detail‌‌ and report it.”‍⁠‍

However,‌ there was something​​ Rodelia had not‍ anticipated. Katia always‌ moved half a step faster than‌ everyone else, a habit she had‌⁠ carried over from​​‍ her days as​ a mercenary.

***⁠⁠

“She⁠‌ has no intention‌‌​ of properly declaring​ her identity or​‍ revealing what she’s‍​ transporting in that⁠​​ carriage, and yet‍ she expects us⁠ not to be‍‌⁠ suspicious. How brazen.”‌​‍

Trisha⁠‌‌ was in very​⁠​ good spirits.

She‍⁠⁠ had been pressured​‍ by Baron Ravenclaw,​‌‌ by Siern, by⁠⁠ Diella, and by‌‍ the nobles of​⁠ Rose Hall, and⁠ despite being a young noble lady‍‌ carefully raised by​⁠​ the Renuel family,​‍ she had spent‌ the entire day‌‍⁠ measuring every gesture.‌

Now‌ that she finally​⁠ had the chance‍‍⁠ to raise her‍⁠‍ head as a noble, her mood‍‌ could only rise​ even higher.

When‌⁠ Trisha shot a piercing glare, the‍ soldiers guarding the‍‍‌ gate flinched.

That​ was exactly what⁠ she wanted—that uncomfortable,​‌⁠ cautious look, as‌ if they were‍ facing something untouchable.​‍

Within⁠ Renuel County, it‌‌⁠ was enough for‌ her to walk‌ with a calm‍⁠‍ stride for servants‌ to lower their⁠ heads, and even‍ higher-ranking vassals to‌‍⁠ show her respect‍⁠ first.

Remembering‍‌‍ that she was‍‍ a noble young⁠‌‌ lady finally restored⁠‌​ her confidence.

‘Yes…​‍ this is me…​ the proud flower‍ of the noble‍‍​ Renuel family…’

“What⁠‍⁠ Lady Renuel says​‍​ is a hundred‌‍ times correct. However,​‍ as I understand⁠‌​ it, in Renuel‍⁠‌ County, thorough inspections‍‌ are not conducted‍⁠ on those who‌‌⁠ are merely passing‍ through the peripheral⁠ areas.”

Renuel‍‍ County was located​ at the northernmost‍‌⁠ edge of the⁠‍⁠ southwest of the‍ continent, and its⁠‌ outer lands stretched‌​ like a long‍ peninsula, making it​‍‌ impossible to inspect⁠​ every traveler.

Aside‌ from stopping previously‌‌‌ registered merchants and​‌‌ collecting transit taxes,‌ checking carriages one​​ by one was⁠​‌ nothing more than‌⁠‍ a waste of‌ administrative resources.

The⁠‍‌ mercenary mage wrapped‍ in a robe​‌ spoke with the‌‌ utmost courtesy possible,‍ her gaze lively​‌ and intelligent.

“Of​‍ course, this does‌⁠⁠ not apply to‌​​ suspicious or dangerous⁠⁠‍ individuals. I have‍​ presented the seal⁠‍ of the Elbester‍‌ family. I believe​ that should be​ sufficient. What exactly‌​ is so suspicious⁠‍ that you continue⁠‍ trying to inspect​‍ the interior of‍​⁠ the carriage?”

No‍⁠ matter how exemplary‌ Countess Rodelia might‌‍ be, she could‍‌ not personally supervise⁠ every checkpoint in⁠⁠ the peripheral zones.⁠​⁠

At⁠‌ times, soldiers detained‌‍‌ travelers in hopes‍⁠ of extracting a few coins.

The‌ mercenary seemed well‌‍ aware of that⁠ behavior.

“Ugh…”​‌

Trisha‌‍‍ shuddered.

The‍​‍ other party was​‍​ someone who, compared‍​ to Trisha, looked⁠‍ far more vile,​‍‌ yet something like​ an indescribable momentum‌ emanated from her.​‌‌

The​⁠‌ clear and measured‍ way in which‍ she presented her⁠ position conveyed an‌​‍ inexplicable pressure.

When‌ Trisha hesitated for⁠⁠​ a moment before‌‍ responding, the soldier‌ guarding the gate‌​‍ raised his voice.‌

“Do‍‍⁠ you think it’s‍‍​ common for someone⁠‍​ from the Count⁠ Elbester’s family to‍ travel all the‍⁠ way to the​⁠⁠ southwest of the​‍ continent? How do​‌⁠ we know this​‌​ isn’t someone disguised⁠‌ as a vassal‍ from a region‍‌‌ so distant it’s⁠ nearly impossible to‌‍‍ verify, hiding their​ true identity?”

“Then‌ should I understand​ that you do⁠ not trust the‍​ seal of the‍‍ Count Elbester family?‍ I have handed​‍ it to you‌ several times for​‌​ inspection. If I am forced to⁠ turn back here,​​‌ I will clearly⁠​ inform the main​ house that the⁠ gate guards of​ Renuel County did⁠ not permit my⁠​​ passage.”

The​ guard frowned.

It⁠‌ seemed that this⁠‌​ mercenary had no‍‍ intention whatsoever of‌ showing the inside⁠ of the carriage.​

Evidently,​‌ there had to‍⁠ be something she‌⁠‌ wanted to hide.‍⁠⁠

It‍​‍ wasn’t as though‍ he hadn’t considered‌​ using that as‌‌​ a pretext to​ squeeze out a few coins.

However,​⁠ the excuse of‍⁠⁠ stopping someone suspicious‌⁠ was clearly on⁠ his side.

Still,⁠⁠‌ if she was⁠ this firm, perhaps​ they could let​⁠ her pass while‍ pretending there was​⁠‌ nothing they could​ do.

But‌‍‍ now that Lady‍​⁠ Trisha was observing​‌ the situation, they‍‌ could no longer⁠ handle it so‌​⁠ loosely.

‘If​ there’s no other⁠ choice, I’ll have⁠​‍ to show the‌‌​ interior and resolve‌​​ it that way…‍​‍ but that would⁠⁠ be a huge​⁠‍ burden for Dereck.‍ Isn’t there another‌ way?’

Katia,⁠​ who had never‍​ imagined she would​ be given trouble‌‌ in a place⁠​ like this, showed‌‍ an uncomfortable expression.​‌‌

At⁠​ all costs, Katia⁠‌ wanted to hide‍‌‌ the fact that​‌‍ Lady Freya of‌​‌ Elbester County had‌‍ come all the‍‍ way here.

Her‍‌ influence, comparable to​ the flower of‌‌‍ the eastern continent’s​ social circle, would⁠‌​ surely carry weight‍ in the southwest⁠ as well.

If‍‍‌ the guards found​ out, the news⁠ would immediately reach‍⁠ the main house⁠​‌ of Renuel, and‌⁠​ in the blink‍⁠ of an eye‍ it would spread‌​ that Lady Freya⁠​⁠ of Elbester County‌‌ was heading toward​‍‌ Ebelstein.

A simple trip to‌⁠ visit a disciple‍‍ would end up‌‍ becoming excessively ostentatious.‌

Thinking‌‌ about it now,‍‍ perhaps it would⁠‍ have been better​‌‌ not to bring‌⁠‍ Lady Freya along,​‍​ but regretting it‌​ at this point⁠​​ was meaningless.

‘The⁠ seal of Elbester‍ County…? That’s the‍ most powerful family‍ in the east⁠​ of the continent…!’​‌

For‌​ her part, Trisha‌​⁠ was also bewildered.‌

It‍​​ was hard for‌⁠ her to believe​ that such a disheveled woman was‍​‌ truly a vassal⁠ of Elbester County,‌‍ but if she‍ acted poorly here,​ she had no​ idea what kind⁠ of consequences might⁠‌ fall upon her.⁠

Even⁠ so, no matter‍‌⁠ how she thought​⁠ about it, it​⁠⁠ did not seem‌ believable.

Everyone​ knew how rich​⁠‌ and powerful the‌⁠ Count Elbester’s family⁠ was.

Sending‍‌​ a vassal in‍​ such a battered‍ carriage would do​ nothing but tarnish​⁠⁠ the family’s prestige.‍‍​

The‍‍ clothes were those​​‍ of a lowly‍ mercenary, she looked​ advanced in years,‍ and she certainly‌ did not give‍​ the impression of‌‍‍ holding a high‌‌ rank.

Rather⁠ than someone from‌⁠ Elbester County, she⁠​ looked like a mere impostor.

Letting‍ her pass without‍⁠‍ question was suspicious,​ but detaining her‌ on the grounds‌ of suspicion could⁠ also bring reprisals‌‌​ that would be⁠​⁠ difficult to manage.⁠

‘Hmm…’‌

Trisha‌‍ crossed her arms‌​ and fell into⁠ a brief silence.‍

Katia,⁠ who was carefully‍ watching Trisha, began​⁠ moving her head⁠ at great speed.‌​

After⁠‍​ all, it was⁠‍ Katia who had​ taught Dereck how‌ to improvise and⁠ how to navigate‌⁠‍ noble culture.

With​ her extensive experience‍ in social circles,​ it only took​‌​ examining Trisha a couple of times​‍ to understand what‌ kind of person​⁠‍ she was.

‘That​ haughty tone, the‌‍‌ constant emphasis on‍⁠‍ her family background—without‍​ a doubt, she’s⁠‌‌ someone proud and​‌​ obsessed with noble​​‍ authority.’

From⁠​​ her attire, abundant⁠‍ with flashy frills,‍​​ and from her‌‍ clearly expensive jewelry,​ it was obvious.‍‍

The⁠‌‌ servants accompanying her⁠‍‍ never took their⁠⁠‌ eyes off her,​​‍ ready to adjust‍⁠ her clothing at⁠​ any moment.

It​‌​ was the result⁠​​ of an upbringing‍ received from the⁠​ very beginning.

Young,‍ but with enormous​‍‍ vanity.

Katia‌ knew very well‌⁠ how to deal‍ with people like‌ that.

“I⁠⁠⁠ see. If it​​⁠ is Lady Trisha⁠‍​ of Renuel County‌ who is making​ the decision personally,‌⁠‍ I will abide‌⁠‍ by it without⁠ objection.”

“Eh…?”‌‍

“The​‍‍ reputation of Lady​‌ Trisha is so‌‍ well known that‌ it even occasionally​​ reaches the social​ circles of the⁠‌⁠ eastern continent. I have heard that‍​ you inherited intact‌‌‍ the imposing presence​​ of Countess Rodelia,‌​​ whom they call‌‌ little less than⁠ the reaper of​ black mages—a person⁠ pure, elegant, and‍‌ of firm character.‌‍ If someone like‍⁠ you makes the‍ decision personally, an‍ insignificant mercenary like‍ me has no‌ choice but to⁠‍⁠ accept it as​‍ a wise judgment.”⁠‍⁠

Trisha⁠‍ was the type‍ who could not‌⁠ resist flattery.

As⁠‍ if she knew‌​ it perfectly, Katia⁠⁠ spoke with flawless‍ fluency.

“In‍​ a sense, one⁠‍ could say it​ is a blessing.‌⁠ That it is​​ not just anyone,‍​ but Lady Trisha⁠‍‌ herself who judges⁠​⁠ the matter, allows‍⁠​ me to feel​‍‍ at ease.”

“Idiot.​‍‌ Do you think‌‍ that just because‍ you speak nicely⁠‍ I’ll show leniency?”⁠‌

“I⁠ do not expect⁠‍⁠ a favorable ruling.‍​ I only wish‍ for the wise‍⁠ judgment of Lady⁠ Trisha. If it‌‍ is you, with⁠ your open mind​‍ and broad vision,‌‍ who decides, even​ if it differs‍ from my opinion,‍‌ I will have⁠⁠‍ no choice but‍‍ to accept it.”​​​

After‌‍ saying that, Katia​​ looked at Trisha⁠ with an expression‌⁠​ full of respect.​‌

There​‌ was a trace⁠ of sincerity in‌⁠ her gaze, and‍‌ Trisha swallowed.

‘She⁠‌ really does speak​ beautifully…’

Trisha‍‍ cleared her throat​ and glanced aside.‍‍⁠

“Now‌⁠ that you mention⁠ it, that sapphire​ hairpin and those⁠​ jade earrings look​​⁠ like works from‌‌ the imperial workshop‌​ of the central​‌ region. With attire​‍ so befitting your⁠ rank, I’m almost​​ ashamed of my‌ careless appearance.”

“Oh‌‌‍ my, you know‌‍ how to appreciate‍ jewelry. That’s right.‍‌ They are adornments​ that commoners like⁠ you could not‌ obtain even by‌‌ working your entire‌ lives.”

“The‍​ gems shine with‍ an impressive light,⁠​⁠ but they cannot‍​ compare to the‍ beauty of Lady⁠ Trisha. By virtue⁠ of my profession‌‍ I have seen‍⁠ many noble ladies,​‍‍ but someone like‌ you stands out⁠⁠ even among them,​‍ like an especially⁠ radiant jewel.”

“Hmph.⁠ Even if they’re‌‍‌ compliments, I must‌‌‍ admit you hit‌⁠ the mark.”

Trisha​ laughed with an‍ “oh ho ho,”​‌⁠ but suddenly shuddered.‌

‘For⁠ a moment I almost let my​⁠ guard down. What⁠‍ a venomous tongue.’⁠

Hardening⁠‌ her gaze again,‌​⁠ she spoke coldly.​⁠‍

“Are⁠⁠​ you trying to‌‌​ get by with‌ such obvious words?⁠⁠​ The more you‍‍ speak, the more​⁠⁠ suspicious you become.⁠‌ Did you think​​ I was naïve​‍⁠ enough to fall​​ for a few​‍ compliments?”

“…”‍

“With⁠​⁠ this attitude, I cannot stand by​​ and do nothing.‍‌‍ You will follow​⁠ me. I will‍‍‌ have to interrogate‍⁠⁠ you properly. Honestly,‍​⁠ even when looking⁠ down on people,‌ there are limits.‍⁠⁠ Tsk.”

“How‌ amusing! Haha!”

“And⁠‌‍ thus ends the‍⁠​ story of the‌ ugly woman of‍​‌ the Antel family.‌‍ Not everywhere are‌⁠ there ladies as‌‌​ beautiful as Lady⁠ Trisha. I myself‍​ had to pinch⁠‌ my thigh to⁠ keep from laughing.”‌

“Haha!‌​⁠ That’s true—there are​⁠⁠ many who, looking‌ like sewer rats,⁠‌⁠ pretend to be‌​ noble ladies. Pathetic.”⁠‍⁠

“But‍‍⁠ thanks to people‍‍ like that, figures‌‌ of beauty like​ Lady Trisha can‍⁠ shine even more.​‍ Sometimes one even⁠​⁠ feels gratitude toward​ those who serve​​‌ as background.”

“Yes,⁠ yes, that’s right.‍ Haha. Sometimes you​‌‌ even have to‌‌ thank those rats.‌‍​ Hmm, is it‌⁠ a bit cold?⁠ The air is⁠ freezing.”

“I’ll​ light a fire.‌ I can warm​‍ the air immediately.”‌⁠

“Your‌⁠​ magical level is​‌‍ quite high as‌‌ well! You’re really‍​ interesting!”

Trisha‍ laughed heartily, and‌ Katia, who indulged⁠​‌ her, also smiled⁠ with satisfaction.

For‍‍⁠ Katia, who had⁠⁠‍ lived ten years​‍⁠ in noble society,‍ ten as a mercenary, and ten‍⁠‌ as a teacher,‌​ winning over Trisha‌​‍ was as easy‍⁠‌ as eating a bowl of soup.​

If‍‍​ it was enough​​‌ to satisfy her‌‍‍ mood in order​ to cross the⁠ territory without trouble,‍ she had no​‌ problem with it.​

She​ was not the‍ type who needed‌⁠ to assert her​ pride in situations‌‌‌ like this, and‌‍⁠ she had more‍‍​ than enough experience⁠ dealing with arrogant​​ noble ladies.

As‌‌⁠ a result, Trisha⁠​​ became quite taken​​​ with Katia and​‌ ended up authorizing​‍‌ her passage.

She‍‍​ even went so‌​⁠ far as to​‍⁠ accompany her back‌ toward the main⁠​ house while chatting‍⁠ animatedly.

And⁠‌⁠ going even further,‌⁠ Trisha, in her⁠​ high spirits, decided​‍‍ to escort her​ all the way‌ to the other⁠​⁠ side of the​ border area.

In‍⁠ any case, to‍‌ return to the⁠‌​ main house she‍‌​ had to cross‍‍​ that border outcrop.‍

“Did‌‌‍ you say your​ name was Katia…?⁠​​ What a peculiar‍‌‍ background you have.​ Noble life, mercenary‍⁠ life, teacher’s life—there​‍​ aren’t many around​​ me with such‍‌ a varied past.”⁠

“I’m​⁠⁠ not someone so‌​‍ remarkable that Lady‌⁠ Trisha should concern‍​⁠ herself with me.⁠⁠⁠ I simply live⁠ according to circumstances.⁠ The life of⁠ Lady Trisha, bearing​​​ the weight of⁠‌ a great family,‌ must be far‌⁠ more exhausting.”

“Just‌‌ as you say…‍​​ ah… so few​‌ recognize my efforts.​‍ There aren’t many‌‍ as perceptive as‍ you.”

Trisha​‌⁠ rested her chin​⁠​ on the armrest⁠​⁠ and let out⁠‍‍ a deep sigh.⁠​

She​​⁠ had spent the​⁠ entire day exhausted,​ minding every gesture‍ in front of⁠⁠ Baron Ravenclaw.

Finally‍ having someone who‌‍ knew how to‌​ flatter her made⁠ her feel as​ though she had⁠⁠ come home.

With‍‍​ her spirits renewed,​⁠⁠ Trisha raised her‍ voice even more.⁠

“That’s​ it! You’re an⁠⁠‌ incredible storyteller! Everything⁠‌‍ you say is​‌ interesting! Come on,‌⁠‍ tell me something‍ even more entertaining!”‌‌‌

“There‌ are stories of‌ nobles who met‍​‍ miserable ends in‌‍ the eastern social‌‌ circle. Did you‍​‌ know there was​ one who died​​​ choking while eating⁠ at a banquet?”‍

“Really?⁠ I hadn’t heard​​‌ that. They always‌ say the food⁠ of the east⁠‍ is delicious, so⁠ I suppose it‌‍ was true.”

“To​ tell you that,​ I’d first have​⁠ to speak about‍​ the state of⁠​‌ the social circle⁠ fifteen years ago.‌‍⁠ Back then, the‌‍⁠ cook…”

Thus,⁠​ Trisha let herself‍‍⁠ be carried away​‌ by Katia’s stories,⁠​ a radiant smile‌ on her face.​‌‌

She​​⁠ had finally come‍​ home.

The‍ territory of Renuel—her‍ world, where she​‌⁠ was the protagonist.‍‍⁠

As‌​​ she soaked in​​‍ that happiness, the‌‌ two carriages advanced⁠​ side by side.​

***⁠⁠​

“……”⁠

Denise⁠ could not believe​​‍ what she was‌ seeing.

At‌ the border area‌‍‌ where Renuel County‌ meets the Rubes‌ Plains, she had⁠​ brought soldiers to⁠‌ the gate, assuming‍ Katia would pass‍‌ through there.

Even​​ the commander of​ the Beltus family’s⁠‍ private troops, General‌ Orel, had come‍‌ out after completing⁠‌ the preparations for​⁠ the reception.

Everything‌⁠‍ had been arranged‌ with the utmost‌⁠⁠ care.

They​ could not enter‍‍ the gate of⁠⁠ Renuel County with‌⁠​ private soldiers in​ tow.

Therefore,​ the plan was⁠​ to wait in‍⁠ the outer area‍⁠ and, once Katia‍ passed through the‌​‌ gate, personally receive‍ her and then⁠ join with the​​ private troops to‌ escort her.

Because‍‌ of that, she‍ had no choice‍ but to enter⁠ the gate accompanied‌ only by two​ servants.

Thus,‌⁠​ when she entered‍ the gate quietly—‍​

A girl with a familiar face was‍⁠ sitting triumphantly in⁠​ the driver’s seat⁠​ of the carriage,‍⁠ raising her voice.‌‍

“Hahahaha!‍​‍ I really like‌‌‌ you a lot!‌‍ I personally escorted​⁠ you all the‍⁠​ way to the⁠ gate, so don’t⁠​ forget my favor!‍ Next time I’ll​ grant you the⁠ privilege of seeing⁠‍‍ my face again!​​ Feel honored!”

“That’s⁠⁠ right. It is‍⁠‍ an immense honor,⁠‍⁠ Lady Trisha.”

Next‍​ to Trisha, who‍⁠‌ laughed with an​⁠‍ “ohoho” while crossing‌‍ her legs and​ waving a peacock-feather⁠ fan, was—

Nothing⁠ less than Katia‌​ Flameheart, Dereck’s teacher.⁠‌

With⁠‌​ a smile on​ her face, Katia⁠ used magic to‌ warm the air⁠‌‍ around them, showered‌​ Trisha with praise‌⁠‍ and flattery, and⁠‌ spun story after​‌⁠ story without pause‌⁠ to please her⁠‍ mood.

She⁠​‍ even went so‍​ far as to​ bow her head‍​ and kneel on‍‍ one knee, perfectly​‍‍ observing all the‍‌ manners befitting a vassal.

Trisha⁠‌ was so satisfied​‌ with Katia that⁠​ she laughed openly​ while patting her‌ on the shoulder.‌

“If​ only all the‍ vassals of the​⁠ Renuel family were​‌‌ like you! Don’t‌​‍ you want to⁠‌ enter my personal⁠​‍ service? I’ll pay​‍ you well!”

“It’s‍​ a very generous​⁠ offer, but as‌⁠ you know, I belong to the​‌‍ house of Count‌⁠⁠ Elvester, so I’m‍‌ afraid that won’t‍‍⁠ be possible.”

“Always‌​ so stiff. Fine,‍​ fine. What did‍⁠ you say your⁠ name was again…?‍ Katran? Kahit? Sorry,⁠‍ I’m not good‍ at memorizing servants’⁠⁠‍ names. You understand,‍ with your status‍ being so low.”‍​​

“Katia.‌ Katia Flameheart.”

“That’s⁠‍ it! Katia! I’ll‍⁠ remember your name‌ especially! If you⁠‌‍ ever want to​ enter my service,⁠⁠⁠ don’t hesitate to​⁠‍ let me know!​ Ohoho!”

Trisha⁠‍‍ laughed energetically, visibly⁠⁠ satisfied.

At‍ a short distance,​​ Denise’s face was⁠ slowly turning pale.‍⁠

The​​⁠ person kneeling in⁠‍ front of Trisha,‌​‌ observing the manners‍ of a vassal,⁠‌‍

was‍ Katia Flameheart, the⁠⁠⁠ person Baron Dereck‍⁠​ Lydorf Ravenclaw cherished​ more than anyone⁠ else in this​ world.

Denise‍ tightly gripped the‍ edge of her⁠ dress and hurried​⁠ over to where‌​ the gate guards‍⁠ were.

No⁠​ matter how many‍‌ times she rubbed‍ her eyes and‍⁠⁠ looked again, it​​‌ was not an⁠‍ illusion.

“T-Trisha…‍‌ w-what… what are​‍‌ you doing…?”

“Huh?⁠‌ Denise? What are​ you doing in​⁠ a border area…?”‌‍‍

Just‌‍ as both girls’‍ eyes widened in‌​‍ shock,

the‌⁠​ name Denise clearly‍‌‌ reached the ears​‍⁠ of the elderly‌‌⁠ mercenary who was​​‌ kneeling.

Unlike‍⁠​ Trisha’s name, Denise’s‍ name had appeared​​⁠ constantly in the​⁠​ letters Dereck had⁠​ been sending for‌‍​ many years.

That⁠⁠ was why Katia‍​ was able to⁠ slowly rise with​‍ a genuinely pleased‍ expression.

“Lady‍​‌ Denise…?”

“A-ah…‌ yes, I… um…”⁠‌​

“Dereck’s⁠ disciple…! Lady Denise​‍ of the Beltus⁠ family! I’ve heard⁠‍ that my Dereck‍⁠ has received an‍‌‍ enormous amount of⁠ help from you…!​​ Who would have⁠ thought we’d meet⁠​‍ in a place⁠ like this! What‍​‍ a wonderful joy!”‌‌​

Katia⁠‍ stood up with‍‌​ courtesy and elegance,​‍‌ unable to hide⁠‍​ her happiness.

Hearing⁠⁠ that “my Dereck,”⁠ filled with such​⁠​ particular closeness, Trisha‌ could not help‌⁠⁠ but turn her‍ head with a completely stunned expression.​‍​

“…What?”‍‌

They‌‌ say ignorance is‌ not a sin.​

But‌‍‍ that does not⁠ mean it comes​ without a price.‌

“I‌ am as miserable‌​ a being as​⁠ a water beetle,⁠‍‌ a mosquito, a water bug, or‌​‌ a dung beetle…”​​⁠

From​​⁠ the moment she‌ understood the situation⁠ to the instant⁠‍⁠ Trisha slammed her⁠‌​ head against the​​‌ ground, not even⁠⁠ ten seconds passed.⁠⁠⁠

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