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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 159: The Master of My Master (4)

Chapter 159: The Master of My Master (4)

Katia’s‌ life curve had‍‍ always been on​⁠⁠ a downward slope.​​

In⁠‍ Katia’s turbulent life,​ if one were‍⁠ to speak of‌‌ so-called nobles, there‌​‍ would be far‍⁠ too much to‍​​ say.

From‌‌ being the lady⁠ of the house⁠ of the luxurious​‌⁠ Flameheart family, she‍‌ became a fallen⁠⁠ noble, then sank‍ further until she‌‍ became a mercenary⁠‍ wandering the battlefields,​⁠⁠ and yet, in⁠‌‌ the end, she​ rose once more‍​‍ as the magic​​⁠ instructor of the​‌‍ Elvester family.

Throughout​ that agitated life,⁠‌‌ the expressions shown‍ by those who⁠ called themselves nobles⁠‍ changed every single⁠​⁠ time.

When‌⁠⁠ they dealt with‍‌ the lady of‌​ the Flameheart family,‌ who enjoyed a certain renown in‍ eastern society, they⁠‍⁠ always smiled kindly;​‌‌ when she fell‍ into disgrace and⁠⁠ rolled through the​ mud, they began‍‌‌ to spit on‌⁠ her; and when​‌ she once again‌ became known as​ a magic instructor,​‍ they started flashing​⁠‌ hypocritical smiles at⁠​ her.

Even‍⁠ within those attitudes⁠⁠ that shifted as​⁠​ easily as turning⁠ one’s palm over,⁠‍​ what could be​‌⁠ vaguely perceived was‍ a subtle contempt‌⁠ toward Katia, someone​​ who would never⁠​‌ again be a noble.

Their‌​​ attitudes, changing depending‌⁠​ on who they​‍ faced, were like⁠ those of a chameleon.

To​‌‌ Katia’s eyes, having⁠ lived a more‌ unstable life than‍‌‌ anyone else, all​​ nobles were like‌ that.

Perhaps⁠⁠⁠ those who had‌ lived stagnantly in⁠‌‌ a single place​ could not understand​​ that gap.

Young⁠ noble ladies of‍‌‌ society might live‍‌ until the day‌‌​ they died believing⁠ that the benevolent​ and warm images‍⁠ of nobles they⁠​ saw were their​⁠ true faces.

In‍​ reality, when one’s⁠ position changes, it‍⁠ is natural for‍ one’s attitude to⁠‍ change as well.‍⁠

By‌‌⁠ this point, Katia‍​ no longer felt⁠‍​ indignant or emotionally⁠ hurt by it.‍​

Long⁠​‍ ago, she had‌​‌ calmly accepted the‍⁠⁠ fact that she​​ had been lowered⁠‌ to a status‍⁠ not much different​ from that of‌⁠‍ a commoner.

However,‍ while living a life as if​⁠ wandering within a whirlwind, she sometimes‌‍‍ wondered about something.‌⁠​

Unlike​‌ her own life,‍ which never stopped​‍ descending, one of⁠ her former disciples‌⁠⁠ seemed to be‍⁠ ascending without end,​⁠⁠ rising toward some‍⁠‍ faraway place.

Surely,​⁠ viewing the scenery‍​‍ that changes while‍ falling and viewing‌‍‌ the scenery that​ changes while ascending​‍‍ must feel different.‌‍

Or‌​ perhaps they are‍ the same. She‌​ could not know,‌ because she had‌‍ never experienced it.​​

That⁠‌​ was why, every​​ time she folded​‍ one of Dereck’s‌⁠ letters and stored‌‌‌ it away in‍⁠ a drawer, Katia​⁠ would silently gaze​ at the southwestern⁠⁠‍ sky beyond the‌‌ window and think.‍

When⁠⁠ the time comes,‍⁠‍ will you be⁠ able to tell​‌ me as well⁠ what you have‌ seen?

With‍ that thought kept‍⁠ in her heart,​⁠ the elderly teacher​‍ set out on⁠ a journey to‌‌ reunite with her⁠ disciple after a long time.

***‍

“I⁠ am Orel, commander​​⁠ of the Orel⁠‌‌ mercenary company. I have heard that​⁠​ you worked for⁠ a long time⁠ as a mercenary⁠ in the tavern‍​ district of Ebelstein;‌ judging by your‍​​ attire, it also‌ gives me a pleasant feeling, as‌‌ if I had​⁠ met someone from​ my homeland.”

“…”⁠

Stories‍​⁠ about the mercenary⁠‍ commander Orel had​ been heard nonstop​⁠‌ since the days​​​ when Katia wandered⁠ through Ebelstein.

That​‍ Orel, already revered⁠‌ as a legendary​⁠‌ figure among mercenaries,⁠​ was serving as​​⁠ the commander of‌⁠‍ the private troops​ of the Beltus‍ family was surprising‌ enough, but that⁠ he had even‌⁠‍ personally brought soldiers⁠⁠‌ to receive Katia​⁠ was even more⁠⁠ striking.

Seeing​⁠ the number of​​‌ soldiers gathered under‌ the pretext of⁠ a ceremonial escort,⁠ Katia frowned, visibly⁠‍ confused.

“Miss‍ Denise… what is‍ all this…?”

“Uh…​ well…”

Denise,⁠​‌ for her part,‌ was having difficulty​ deciding how to​‌ treat Katia.

Basically,‌‍​ Denise interacted with‍‍​ Dereck quite naturally.⁠​

They‍​ had known each⁠⁠‍ other since before‍ he received a noble title, so‍ except at public​​ events with many‌‍ eyes upon them,⁠‌ they did not‌⁠ force themselves into​ using excessively formal​​‍ manners.

In‍⁠​ fact, if they⁠​‌ behaved too ceremoniously,​ the relationship became⁠‌ awkward, so both‌ maintained a rather​ relaxed sense of‌ a master–disciple relationship.​‍

But​‍ then, how should​​ she treat Katia?⁠⁠​

In​‍ formal terms, Katia⁠‍ was a commoner‌‍‍ who had lost‌‍ both her status‍ and her position.‌

Seeing‍​ that she treated‍‍‍ Denise with respect‌ and even adopted‍ the etiquette of‍‌ a subordinate before‍ Trisha, it seemed​⁠ that she herself​‍‍ did not place​‌​ much importance on​‍ it.

However,‍ from Denise’s or​ Trisha’s perspective, she​⁠ was not someone‌​ they could treat‍‌ lightly.

“Recently,⁠‍ the internal situation⁠​ of the Beltus‌ family has been​‌ quite complicated, but​ in any case,​‌ upon learning that⁠ Dereck’s teacher was⁠ coming in person,‍​​ we thought that‍⁠ at the very‍ least we should‍​ offer a minimum‌‍‌ courtesy…”

“No…⁠‍​ there was no‍​ need to go​ that far… Miss‍ Denise is very‍‍ considerate.”

“No…⁠‍ to be exact,​⁠​ it is something‍⁠ we must do⁠⁠⁠ for the prestige‍ of the Beltus​‍ family…”

Denise⁠⁠ decided not to‌‍ adopt a false‌ attitude.

She​‌‌ had already heard​ several times from‌‌‍ Dereck himself what⁠‌ Katia was like,​​‍ and she knew​‌ that any clumsy‌ facade would be‍ seen through immediately.⁠

“From​‌​ what you did‍ earlier with Miss‌‌‍ Denise and also‌ with Trisha… it​‌⁠ seems you are‌ still not aware‍‌‍ of the influence​​ you have in⁠‍ the southwest of​​‍ the continent.”

“Eh?”‍‌

“You​ will probably also‍⁠​ pass through Ebelstein​⁠‍ society, right? If‌‌ your goal is‍ to travel discreetly,‌‍ it might be‍​ better not to⁠‍ reveal your name.⁠‌ If it becomes​‌​ known that you‍⁠⁠ are the teacher⁠‍ of Baron Ravenclaw,⁠ there will be‌⁠‍ many who rush​‌ toward you with‌⁠ blazing eyes…”

As​⁠ she watched Denise​‍ speak while swallowing⁠⁠ nervously, Katia tilted‍‌ her head with‌‌​ a bewildered expression.⁠⁠

As⁠ had been said,‌‌ the only way‌‍‌ Katia could learn⁠ news about the⁠⁠‍ surroundings of Ebelstein⁠ was by reading‌ Dereck’s letters.

While‌⁠ working as an​ assistant to the⁠‍‌ Elvester family, her​⁠ days had been⁠‍‍ so busy and‌​‌ hectic that it‌‍ was difficult to‌‌⁠ take interest beyond⁠‌ the situation of‌‌ a city on⁠⁠‌ the opposite end‌ of the continent.⁠

And‍ what Dereck wrote​​‍ was nothing more‍​​ than a sober‍​‍ account of his​ daily life.

Katia‍​⁠ had sensed that‍‍ this would have​⁠​ a great impact‌​ on the balance‍ of power in​⁠ the southwest of⁠​ the continent, but‌ she could not​​ know exactly how‍⁠​ turbulent it had‌‍‍ become.

Denise‌ cast a sidelong‍‍ glance at the‍‌‍ ramshackle carriage following‌​​ behind, let out⁠‍ a deep sigh,‌​‌ and said.

“I‌⁠ won’t ask who​‌ is inside the⁠⁠ carriage. I think‍​ it’s better not‍⁠‍ to know.”

And​ in the end,​⁠ what Dereck had​ written had been‍ nothing more than⁠​‍ a dry enumeration​‌ of his current‌​​ situation.

Katia‌​‌ had also assumed‌ that this would⁠​ have a great‌​ impact on the​⁠ power structure of​‍ the southwest of⁠​‍ the continent, but‍‌ it was impossible‌⁠‍ to know exactly​‌⁠ to what extent​ everything had been​​‍ thrown into upheaval.⁠⁠

Denise​​‍ glanced sideways at‌‌ the ramshackle carriage⁠‌‍ advancing behind them‍​‍ and, after letting‍ out a long⁠‌ sigh, said.

“I’m⁠⁠⁠ not going to‍‌ ask who is‍⁠ inside the carriage.​‍ I think it’s‍​ better not to​‍ know.”

The‌‍​ moment she said‍ that, it was‍ practically the same⁠‌ as having noticed​​​ the presence of‌ Miss Freya, who‌ would be resting​ inside the carriage​‍ with the help‍​‌ of her attendants.⁠‌

‘She​‍ has a good⁠​ nose and knows‍ how to handle‌‌ herself. On the​​ outside she looks‍​‍ naïve, but on‌‌ the inside she’s⁠ as cunning as⁠ a snake.’

Katia’s​‌⁠ eyes, honed at​‍ reading people, were⁠‍ rarely mistaken.

And⁠ Denise also instinctively‍ understood that Katia⁠​‌ had already read‌ her completely.

‘She’s⁠⁠ a clever girl.⁠ Dereck has obtained‌​‍ a good disciple.’‌⁠‌

People⁠⁠‍ quick of mind‍‌​ often become easily‍‍⁠ sly, but in⁠ Denise there was⁠​​ barely any trace⁠‍ of that kind‌‌ of malice.

Rather,‌⁠​ the way she​ behaved cautiously, fearing⁠⁠​ to offend Katia,​ conveyed a remarkable⁠ firmness.

That​‌ even Miss Denise‍ of the Beltus‍⁠ family was being⁠‍‌ so careful with​‌ her made it​ inevitable to wonder‍ what on earth‌ Dereck had done⁠⁠⁠ in the southwest⁠‌ of the continent.‌‍

Katia⁠‌ let out a satisfied smile and‌‌ spoke gently.

“I’ve​⁠ heard many things‌‌ about you through‌ the letters, Miss​‌‌ Denise. Dereck always‌ said that among⁠ all his disciples,‍⁠ you were the‍‌‌ most intelligent and‍​‍ the one who‍‍‌ judged situations best,​‍ someone he could​ always rely on.”‍​

“D-Dereck‍ said that…?”

“Why⁠ would he lie​ to you?”

“W-well…​ that’s true, but…”‍​

Suddenly,‍​ Denise averted her‌‌ gaze and checked‍​ whether any other⁠‍‌ family members were‌‍‍ listening to the‍ conversation.

Then​⁠⁠ she ran a hand through her​ silver hair, stepped​​ a little closer,⁠‍⁠ and asked in​ a low voice.‍‌‍

“And…⁠ and exactly what‌‍ was it that⁠ he said?”

“Pardon?”‌⁠

“Y-you‌​ don’t have to​ tell me if​ you don’t want​‌ to, but… just…⁠ that… how he‍‍ expressed it, what​‍ words he used,​​‍ how he explained‍⁠‌ it…”

“…”⁠​

Seeing‍​ Denise ask with‍ an awkward expression​⁠ yet clearly unable‍⁠ to restrain herself,​⁠​ Katia could not‍ help but feel‌‌ troubled.

She​ did not know⁠ the details, but⁠​ she could reach‌⁠⁠ only one conclusion⁠‍​ Dereck must also⁠‌ be having a hard time.

***‍

“This⁠‌ is as far​​‍ as I can‍ accompany you. If‌ you continue across‍ this plain, you⁠ will reach the‌‍ territory of Ravenclaw,‍⁠‌ with vineyards stretching‌‌ along the road.​‌‌ Dereck has surely​‍ already sent people‌‍ to wait for​​ you.”

“Thank‍‍ you for your‌ consideration, Miss Denise.‌‌​ For someone of‍​⁠ a position as‍ humble as mine,‍ it has been​‌⁠ far too generous​⁠ a reception.”

“It’s⁠‌ nothing. It’s not​‌ anything extraordinary. Rather,​​ I apologize for‌‌ making such a fuss when, if⁠‍ you had come⁠ alone, you would‍⁠⁠ have arrived without⁠‍⁠ any trouble.”

“Please​ don’t say that.”‌

Katia⁠ smiled and offered‌‌​ Denise a formal‌ expression of gratitude.‍⁠

After‍ saying her farewells,​‌‍ she took a deep breath and‍​ raised her gaze‌​ to the sky.‌

Spring‌​⁠ was advancing at⁠ a steady pace,‌‍⁠ yet in the⁠ shaded areas along​​​ the road there​​ were still remnants‍⁠‌ of snow that⁠‍ had not melted.​⁠‌

The​ sky, seen from⁠‌ the boundary between​‌ winter and spring,⁠‍ had a pleasant‌ clarity, balanced at​ just the right‍ point.

When⁠ she exhaled, the⁠‍ vapor leaving her‌ mouth showed that​‍⁠ it was still⁠ not time to‌‌‍ take off her​‍‌ coat, even though⁠ the warm rays​‍ of the sun‍ seemed to insist‌​ otherwise.

Katia⁠​ had always loved⁠​ that ambiguous scenery‌‍⁠ of the transitional⁠‌⁠ season.

Just​ as her life​⁠ had changed without‌ cease, the seasons‌‌ too showed a different face just‍ when one began⁠‍ to grow accustomed‌‌‌ to them.

A life without upheavals‌ might have its‌ own value, but‍‍ Katia undoubtedly preferred⁠‍ a turbulent existence.‌‌

The‌⁠ sense of liberation​ this long journey‍​‌ brought her after‍‌‍ so much time⁠​ was the best‌ proof of that.​

“The​ territory of Ravenclaw…?”‍

That⁠‍ white-haired, gaunt-looking boy​ who in the‍ past devoured hard‍⁠​ bread in a corner of the​​ slums now possessed,‍ under his own‌ name, an entire​ territory.

Compared‍⁠‍ to the lands​ the Flameheart family​​ had held at‍‌ their peak, it‌​​ was a modest‍ domain, but knowing​‌ that this achievement​ was the fruit‌ of Dereck’s desperate⁠​ efforts made it​‍​ feel extraordinarily valuable.‍​

— Kii-ruuk, kii-ruuk

Under⁠ the sunlight, the‌​‍ orchards being prepared‌⁠​ for the next​‌ harvest descended in⁠ rows along the⁠​​ hills.

They​ said it was‌‍‌ a region famous​ for its wine,‌ so the hectic‌ grape-harvesting season must‍‍ already have passed.​

The⁠ landscape stretching before​ her eyes conveyed​ a strange sense⁠‍ of calm.

All‌⁠‍ of this was‌ the home that‍‌⁠ that small boy,​ fighting with all‌⁠⁠ his strength, had​‍ managed to build​⁠ for himself.

When‍ she closed her​ eyes, memories of‍​​ the past inevitably‌ came to her‍ mind.

During​​ her stay at‍‌ the residence of​‍‍ Count Elvester, there‍‍​ were many nights​⁠‍ when, lying in‌​‍ bed, those memories‌​‌ resurfaced.

Katia,‍‌​ who had tried‌​‌ not to grow​ attached, always carried‌ herself with a serious expression before‌ Dereck, and he,⁠​⁠ clinging to the‍⁠ hem of her‍⁠ clothes, followed her‍ with his small‍ steps.

Harsh,‌ violent mercenary streets.‍​

Mud-covered‌⁠‌ roads.

A filthy beggar child‍‌⁠ and a fallen‍ noble.

A son without parents‍⁠ and a mother‍‌‌ who had lost‍​ her child.

Surviving⁠ by clinging to​ each other in⁠​‍ such a savage‍​ environment, where everyone​‌‍ only thought of‌​‌ exploiting their neighbor,​‍⁠ was perhaps very​ far from what⁠‌ could be called​ happiness.

And⁠‍ yet, if she‌⁠ kept remembering those⁠ times, perhaps it​⁠ was because they⁠‍ had held meaning.‌

As​ Katia opened her‍‌​ eyes after losing‍⁠​ herself in those⁠ uncharacteristic thoughts, a familiar voice sounded⁠‍‍ beside her.

“It’s‍‍‌ still quite cold,‍‌ Master. You should​​ be mindful of​⁠ your age.”

A young man of‌‌ familiar appearance had⁠⁠ approached and naturally⁠‍ draped an elegant‍‍‌ shawl over her⁠‌ shoulders.

Now​⁠‍ that she thought‍ about it, Denise⁠​ had already told​‍‍ her.

Dereck‍‌ would soon come⁠⁠​ to receive her​‍ in person.

Katia,‍ narrowing her eyes,‌‍ looked at the‌ man in front‌‌⁠ of her and‍ let out a brief laugh.

“You’ve‌ grown quite a bit.”

“I’m​‍ past my growth​‍‌ phase.”

“You⁠‌‌ can still grow‌​ more.”

“…”​

After​⁠‍ so many years⁠‌​ apart, they reunited‍ as if they​ had seen each‌​‍ other just the‍‍ day before, exchanging‌ ordinary words.

That​‍‍ was how they‍‌ were.

Both⁠​​ Katia and Dereck.​​

“I’ve⁠⁠‌ prepared quite a lot of strong‍ liquor. You couldn’t‌ drink as much⁠‍‍ as you wanted​⁠ in Count Elvester’s​ residence, right?”

“It⁠​‌ took me quite​‍ a while to‌⁠ reduce my tolerance,‌ and now my‌ own disciple is‍​ encouraging me to⁠‍ drink…”

“If​‍​ it makes you​ uncomfortable, you don’t‍‌ have to.”

“Do‌ you have rum⁠⁠‌ as well as​‌‌ wine?”

Both⁠⁠ smiled naturally, as​‍ if this reunion​‍‌ were something inevitable.​‍​

The​‍ season lay somewhere​ between winter and‍‌ spring.

There⁠⁠ was still a trace of cold⁠⁠​ in the air,‍‍ but it was⁠​ a time filled‍​ with expectations for‌​ the warmth yet​​ to come.

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