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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 160: The Master of My Master (5)

Chapter 160: The Master of My Master (5)

Katia‍ Flameheart had visited​⁠ the southwest of​ the continent.

For‌⁠ Katia herself, or⁠⁠⁠ for Dereck, it​‍ did not carry⁠ any particularly important⁠⁠‍ meaning, but the‍‌⁠ other nobles who​ heard the news‍​ went on maximum⁠⁠ alert.

Lately,‍‌‍ both in the‍​ social circle and‍ in the field‌‍​ of magical education​​⁠ in Ebelstein, the⁠‌‌ movements of Baron⁠‍ Ravenclaw had been⁠​ receiving extraordinary attention.​‍‌

And⁠ in the midst⁠‍‍ of all that,⁠​ the appearance of​⁠ someone capable of​ directly influencing Baron‌‌ Ravenclaw near the⁠​ social circle made⁠‌ it impossible for‌​ them not to‌⁠​ react sensitively.

Countess​​ Rodelia, who was‍‌ holding the head​‍‌ of her beloved​ horse and stroking​‍ its mane, showed⁠⁠⁠ an expression of⁠‌ regret when she​ heard the report‌‍ from the head⁠‍ butler.

“You’re⁠⁠‍ saying she already​ crossed the gate‌ and went straight⁠ through? I was‌⁠ already ready to⁠ cross the prairie​ immediately…”

“When​ the news reached⁠ us, it seems‍ she had already‌​⁠ passed the prairie‌ area and was⁠​‍ heading toward the⁠‍ territory of Ravenclaw.​ They say she‌ is a person​‍​ of swift action​⁠​ and detests unnecessary⁠ pomp; seen that‌‍ way, it may‌⁠⁠ have been intentional.”‍​‍

“In‍ the territory of​‌ Beltus they say‌ that, as much‍ as possible, they⁠ did comply with​⁠‍ protocol. What a tremendous oversight.”

“Would​‍ you like us‌‌ to prepare a separate gift?”

“Mm…⁠‍ I don’t know‍⁠⁠ if she’s the⁠‌⁠ kind of person‌⁠ who would receive​⁠ it favorably. Let’s⁠‌ observe the situation‍ first.”

“Understood.”​‍​

Countess‌ Rodelia was someone‌ who liked clarity‍⁠ in everything she‌ did.

That‌ was why the‍‌ speed with which⁠ Katia had begun​⁠ her journey and⁠ passed through the​​​ territory felt especially‌‌⁠ frustrating to her.‌‌​

While‌⁠⁠ Rodelia showed that​‌⁠ disappointed expression, the​ butler continued with​ his report.

“It‍⁠ seems not everything⁠ is a cause‌‌ for disillusionment. A report has arrived​​ from the gate​ soldiers as if⁠‌⁠ the heavens had⁠ helped; Miss Trisha‌⁠‌ encountered that mage⁠ there.”

“Oh?⁠⁠‌ Trisha?”

“Yes.​‍ And moreover, they‌‌ say she personally⁠⁠ escorted her to​ the outer area​ of the territory.​‍ At the very‌‍​ least, couldn’t that​‍ be considered a minimal show of‌​‌ courtesy?”

At‍‍⁠ that unexpected news,‌ Rodelia’s face lit‍⁠ up.

Considering‍⁠‍ Trisha’s usual behavior,​‍ there were aspects⁠ that worried her,‍‌‌ but the fact‌⁠ that a young‌ lady of the‍⁠⁠ Renuel family had‍ personally escorted her⁠‌⁠ to the outside⁠‍‌ of the territory⁠⁠ indicated that, at‌‍ the very least,‍‍‌ she had been‍⁠⁠ treated with respect.‍⁠​

She​​‍ must not yet‍ have received detailed⁠‍ information about Katia,‌ so it was‍ strange that she​‍ had reacted so​ impeccably, but even‍‌​ so, Rodelia could‌‍ not help but​⁠ smile in satisfaction‌​ at her daughter’s⁠‌‍ foresight.

“Trisha,‍‌ you say? Haha,⁠‍⁠ I thought that,‌‍‍ due to Hutton’s​‍ influence, she had​​ a somewhat rough​​ side, but in‌ the end, as‍ they grow, everyone‍⁠ matures. Becoming a disciple of Baron‍ Ravenclaw, moving at​⁠⁠ just the right​ moment to help‌ with protocol… I truly did have⁠ an excellent daughter.”‌⁠​

Rodelia​‌ let out a hearty laugh befitting⁠‍ a strong-willed woman‌‍‍ and puffed out‍‌⁠ her chest with⁠ pride.

No‌​‌ matter what anyone‌‌​ said, Trisha was,​‌ at least in‍ appearance, an elegant‍ and distinguished young⁠​​ noble.

If‌‍ she had acted‌ with proper courtesy,‌ it was very‌​‍ likely that Katia‍ had left with⁠ a good impression​⁠ of the Renuel⁠‌​ family.

When‌⁠ Trisha returned, she​ would praise her.‌​​

Thinking​‌​ that, Rodelia adjusted‍‌ the reins of​⁠ her horse again,‍​ the corners of‌ her lips raised‍​ in good spirits.‌‌​

“……That’s‌​​ how it happened,‌‍ Mother.”

The‌‍ corners of Rodelia’s‍⁠ lips fell bitterly.‌

Pressing⁠ her fingers to⁠ her temple, she‍ showed a gloomy‌ expression, as if​ sunk in deep‍ contemplation.

At‍‌⁠ the dining table,‌‍⁠ where a snack‌ had been prepared‍‍ to welcome Trisha​​ after a long‍​ time, Rodelia occupied‌‍ the main seat,‍‍‌ frowning and letting‌ out irritated sounds,​⁠⁠ wondering whether what‌‍ she had just‍ heard was truly‌ real.

At‌⁠⁠ that moment, the‍‌⁠ maid who had​ accompanied Trisha returned‍‌ with a completely‌‌ pale face to‍‍‍ give her report.‌⁠⁠

“I-It’s​​ a message from​⁠‌ the magic master​ Katia Flameheart, of​‌‌ the Elvester family‍ in the east.‍‍‍ She says that⁠‍ thanks to Miss​ Trisha personally escorting‌‌⁠ her, many inconveniences⁠‌⁠ were reduced and⁠‍⁠ she received great‍​‍ help, so she⁠‍ expresses her gratitude.⁠ However, regarding the‌‍‌ proposal to enter‍​‍ Miss Trisha’s service‍​​ as a maid…​ she deeply regrets‌⁠‌ having to decline,⁠ as she originally‌⁠ belongs to Elvester…⁠‍⁠ th-that is what⁠⁠⁠ she said…”

“You​​ proposed that Katia‌ Flameheart enter your‍ service as a maid? To the⁠ direct master of‌ Baron Ravenclaw…?”

“I’m‌ sorry I’m sorry‍‍ I’m sorry I’m‌ sorry I’m sorry!”​‍

If‍⁠ there was one‌ redeeming quality in⁠‍‍ Trisha, it was​‍ that she did‍ not lie about⁠ her mistakes and⁠‍​ confessed immediately.

When‍ Rodelia looked at⁠ her with fury,⁠⁠‌ even fully grown⁠‌ men trembled in⁠‍ fear.

And​ Trisha, whose presence‌‍​ was nothing more​ than that of​⁠ a small rodent⁠​ before her mother,‍​⁠ had no choice‌​‌ but to hold‌‍​ back tears and​‍ apologize the moment‌⁠‍ that tiger-like gaze⁠​ fell upon her.⁠

“I‍‌‌ really wanted to‌ explain many things,‌​‍ Mother. It’s just⁠⁠⁠ that… from the‍​‌ outside, anyone would‍‌‌ have thought she⁠‌ was of humble‍⁠⁠ origin… and given⁠⁠ the situation, I had to get‌​‌ angry… and then…‌⁠ while talking, we⁠ understood each other​ quite well… she‍‍ had great command​‍ of noble culture⁠‍‍ and a very⁠‍ sharp tongue, I got carried away‍ by the atmosphere…‌​‌ and then…”

“Trisha.​⁠ In my entire‍ life, I have​ never seen anyone⁠‌​ propose that the‌‍​ master of one’s‌ master place herself‍ under their command.​ I don’t know​ what reaction Baron⁠ Ravenclaw will have‍‍ when he learns​ of this…”

“I’m⁠ sorry I’m sorry‌​‌ I’m sorry I’m​ sorry I’m sorry.”​​

Countess‌ Rodelia pressed hard‍‌ at her brow‍ and let out‍‍ a long sigh‍‍ from deep in‍⁠ her abdomen.

One‍ of the great⁠‍⁠ objectives of the​ Renuel family was⁠ to bring Baron​⁠​ Ravenclaw under their‍‌⁠ influence.

Rodelia​​⁠ was a woman‌ with a fierce‍⁠⁠ obsession with attracting​‍ talent, even if‌​ it meant selling​‍ her soul to​‌ do so.

And⁠​ Baron Ravenclaw was,‍⁠ among the minor​ nobles she had‍⁠‍ seen lately, the‍ most exploitable of‍‍ all.

‘I‍⁠‍ thought everything was⁠⁠ going quite well,​​ and just then‌ my only daughter​​ makes such a fatal mistake…’

If​‍ this news reached‌ Dereck’s ears through‍ Katia, it was‍ certain that he‌ would feel deeply⁠⁠ offended.

After‍ having built a relatively cordial relationship,​‌​ they could not‌⁠ allow it to‌​ fracture over something‌‌ like this.

“Trisha……”⁠‌

“Hiiek…!”‌⁠

Seeing⁠ Trisha clutch her​‌​ shoulders with tears‌‌⁠ in her eyes,‌ Rodelia adopted a fierce, beast-like expression​⁠ and spoke with‌​ a voice heavy‌ with pressure.

“We’ll​‌ have to fix‌‍ this, won’t we?”​

“Yes!!!!!!!”⁠

***⁠​

“On‌ the way, I ran into two​ of your disciples.​ They seem like‌ good girls.”

“Are⁠​ you referring to‍⁠⁠ Miss Trisha and‌‌​ Miss Denise?”

“Yes.‍ Both have quite⁠ strong personalities. You⁠‍​ must have been⁠ through a lot.”‍

“That’s‍​​ not the case.‌​​ Both of them‌‍‌ have some knowledge⁠ of magic, so‌ what I have‍‌ to teach them​ isn’t all that‌ complex.”

“Magic,‍‌ perhaps… but…”

As‌ they crossed the​ main gate of‌⁠‌ Baron Ravenclaw’s mansion,‍​⁠ Katia showed a complex expression.

Dereck‍‍ observed her in​⁠ silence, but she​ seemed slightly worried.⁠

Katia​‌⁠ was a person⁠‌ close to perfection.​⁠⁠

A mature three-star mage,​⁠ with a level⁠​​ almost equivalent to‍‍ four stars, vast​‌ knowledge of the⁠ social world, keen⁠​⁠ insight, and a remarkable ability to‌ deal with people.‍

When⁠​ someone fell under⁠‌ her critical gaze,​‍ most young noblewomen​ ended up revealing​⁠ their true nature.‌‍‌

With‍‌ Trisha, there was‍⁠ no need to⁠ say it, and⁠‌ even Denise, as​​‌ cunning as a serpent, let part​​ of her depths​⁠ show before Katia’s​​ eyes.

Just‍⁠ by seeing how,‌ every time Dereck’s‍‌​ name came up,​⁠‌ she would open‍‌ her eyes wide‍​ and start asking‌​‍ endless questions, it⁠‌ was evident that‍⁠ she did not⁠ see him merely‌​ as her master.‌

From‍ that point on,⁠​‌ the matter became⁠ delicate even for⁠⁠ Katia.

Beyond​⁠⁠ the relationship between‌⁠⁠ master and disciple,​‌ she had cared‌⁠ for Dereck almost‍⁠ with a mother’s​ heart.

Because​‌ of that, from‍⁠‌ then on, she‌ had no choice​‍⁠ but to sharpen​‍ her hearing.

“From‍⁠⁠ what I heard,⁠​ there’s a baroness⁠‍⁠ named Pheline, isn’t​ there?”

“…”​‌

“You‍ said she came​ from the mercenaries‌ and that, since‍ she had practically​ no awareness of‌ status, there was​ no one more⁠ suitable to serve​⁠⁠ in name only‍‌​ as your wife.​ But don’t think⁠ that kind of‌​​ benevolent deception can‌⁠ be maintained forever.‍⁠​ It’s an overly​⁠​ naïve way of​⁠⁠ acting.”

“Master…”⁠

“Don’t‍‍‍ take this as​⁠ a simple scolding.‌‍ Among the nobility,⁠​ the matter of​ a partner can​‍⁠ be a question‍ of life or‍⁠ death.”

In​ Katia’s eyes, always​‌ gentle and relaxed,‍‍ a spark seemed‌ to ignite.

Dereck⁠‌‍ was already old​‍ enough.

He‍‍‍ was attractive and‍ capable—there was no⁠‌ way the women​‍​ of the social‍‍‌ circle would leave​ him alone.

Of‌⁠⁠ course, he was‍​‌ also aware of‌ that, and that​‍ was why he⁠​ had placed Pheline‌‍​ as a wife⁠ in name only—but​​ that measure was‌⁠⁠ reaching its limit.⁠‍​

More⁠‌ and more people‌​​ were beginning to‌ realize that Pheline‍⁠ was nothing more​​‍ than a nominal‌​​ baroness, someone who‌⁠​ did not care⁠‍‍ at all about​⁠⁠ noble authority or​ about relationships between⁠ men and women.‍​

So​​ he could not⁠​ continue handling things‍‍⁠ that way indefinitely.‍‌

“Dereck…‌⁠ tell me the‌‍⁠ truth. Among the‌ people of the⁠⁠ social circle you‌‍‍ associate with, can‍ you truly assure​​​ me that there⁠⁠ isn’t a single‌ one with bad‍⁠ intentions?”

Just‌ by seeing the⁠ special interest Denise​‍‌ showed toward him,‍‍​ Katia had already​​‍ sensed it.

Around‌‌‍ Dereck, there had‍‌ to be, without‌‍‍ a doubt, people​⁠‌ watching him with‌​⁠ greedy eyes, waiting​ for an opportunity‌ to snatch him​ away.

She​‌‍ could not allow​ her disciple—no, her​‌⁠ son—to be taken‍ by wild serpents⁠‌​ from anywhere.

The‌ social world was‌ full of vipers​ capable of swallowing‌ a man without⁠ batting an eye.‌​

“…”‍⁠‌

Dereck‍ could not answer‍‍ with certainty.

He​ had already noticed​​ the affection of‌​ some women, but‌‍⁠ he had always‌ deflected it by​​‌ using Pheline as⁠‌‍ an excuse.

Whatever⁠ the case, he‌‍ lived obsessed with⁠⁠​ magic and deeply‍ feared that unnecessary‍‌ relationships would complicate‍‌ his position.

That​​ was why he⁠⁠‍ was grateful to‌ have an almost‌​⁠ deceitful excuse like⁠ Pheline.

In⁠‌‌ return, he never‍‍⁠ forgot to send⁠​ her high-quality fruits⁠ on a regular⁠‌‍ basis.

However,‌‌‌ no matter how⁠‌⁠ much he tried,​​ he could not⁠‌ deceive Katia’s eyes.‍‌

She‌ firmly grasped his​⁠‍ shoulder and, in​​‍ a way unusual​​ for her, looked​‌ at him with‌ burning intensity.

“Dereck.​ Your dedication to‌ raising your magical​ level may be⁠‍⁠ one of your⁠ greatest charms, but​‌‌ don’t forget that‍‌ forming a stable​‍ household with a good partner is‍ also something truly​​ valuable. I want⁠⁠​ you to live‍ a happy life.”‍

“Master…‌‌ I appreciate your⁠⁠‌ advice, but…”

“I’m⁠​⁠ not forcing you.​⁠​ I’m just telling​‍ you to be⁠​‌ careful with the⁠ women of the​‌‌ social circle, as‌‌‍ venomous as snakes.‍​​ You know it‌‍ well in that⁠​‍ world, you are‍‍​ a top-tier target,‌⁠​ someone anyone would⁠⁠ drool over. Don’t​​⁠ fall easily.”

How‍ many times had‌ she seen experienced⁠ noblewomen ensnare distinguished‌​‌ young knights?

She​⁠⁠ did not believe‌​‌ Dereck would fall‌​⁠ so easily, but‌ the world always⁠‌ held surprises.

Even​ though Dereck was​​ already old enough,‌‍ in Katia’s eyes‌ he still looked⁠ like that boy​‌​ who wandered the​‍‌ poor districts.

That​​ was how mothers‌‍​ usually were.

“Anyway,​ let’s leave the‌‌‍ details for after‌⁠‍ we enter the​ mansion. You said‍‍‌ you prepared plenty​ of good alcohol,‌ and just thinking​‍​ about it makes‍‌ this aging body‍ recover a bit​ of vitality.”

“Let’s​​‌ store the carriage‌⁠​ in the depot​‍‍ first.”

“That​​‍ we shall… hmm.”‌

At‌‍ the mention of⁠⁠‌ the carriage, Katia‍⁠​ brought a hand‌ to her chin‌‍ and reflected for‌ a moment before‌⁠​ speaking.

“By⁠​ the way, besides‍⁠ me, there is‌ another guest. Listen‌‍ without getting startled.”‌

“…That​‌‍ was to be⁠‌ expected.”

The‍⁠‍ faces of the​ family members who‍ were watching the‌ carriage coming from⁠ behind gradually tensed.⁠‌⁠

From⁠ that battered vehicle,​ which they had⁠‌ thought carried nothing​⁠ but insignificant luggage,⁠‍ descended a young⁠ woman in a splendid dress, assisted⁠‍ by her attendants.‌‌

With‍ her eyes half-lidded,‍ as if everything⁠​ were a bother,⁠ she raised her‍‌ gaze toward the​ Ravenclaw mansion and‍‍ then looked at⁠ Dereck with a smile of apparent⁠‍ familiarity.

“We‌‍⁠ meet again. It’s‍⁠ been a while,‌‌⁠ and it seems⁠​‍ your status has‍‌ changed quite a bit since then.”​⁠

She‌⁠‌ let out a restrained laugh, handed‍​ a large bag⁠‍ to an attendant,​‍ and stretched lazily.‍

Her⁠ silver hair, of​ a soft tone,​⁠​ fell over her‍ shoulders, and the‍ mint-colored ribbons adorning‌​ her two braids‍‌ swayed gently.

She‍⁠ had already met‌ Dereck once, quite‌‍‍ some time ago.‌

She‍⁠⁠ had been a guest during the‌⁠ great tragedy of‍‌ the Duplain family.‍

In‌ the eastern social‍‌ circle, she was‍‍ treated like a queen, and she‍ was a direct‌‌⁠ disciple of Katia.‍‌

The⁠ young Countess Freya,‌ of the Elvester​ family.

“I‌‌​ smell bread…”

With⁠ a gentle and‍⁠⁠ relaxed expression, openly​⁠‍ showing her appetite,​‍​ that young woman‌⁠⁠ was a mage‌ who had learned​‍ illusion-type magic directly⁠​ from Katia.

And,‍ moreover, she was‍‌⁠ the junior disciple⁠ of Dereck Lydorf⁠‌⁠ Ravenclaw.

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