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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 165: Who are you a disciple of? (5)

Chapter 165: Who are you a disciple of? (5)

The‌ Rodelen region, where​‌‍ the Ravenclaw barony‍‍​ was located, had⁠‍⁠ a warm climate‌​ year-round and abundant⁠‌​ sunlight; it was​​⁠ said to be⁠‍‍ famous as a wine-producing area.

For​‍‍ Siern, who had‌​​ always wandered through‍ snow-covered fields, gazing‍ upon cold and‌‍​ desolate landscapes, that⁠‍ place seemed like‍‌‍ a true earthly‍⁠ paradise.

It​ was a lush⁠ land.

If​​⁠ she sat quietly‍​ on the rooftop‌ of the annex‍‌‍ and gazed at‍‌​ the vast prairie‌⁠ spreading out before‍‍ her eyes, she‍ felt as though‍ all her worries‍⁠ melted away.

The‍⁠ days when she‍‍ had been trapped‍ on the spire⁠ of the Rochester⁠‍ territory, hugging her​‍‍ knees and crying​‌​ inconsolably, already felt‌ like things of⁠‍ the past.

Now,‌ the Ravenclaw barony‍ was her new​ home.

Even‌ so, from time‌ to time, she‌‌‍ could not help​⁠ but think of‌‌ Melverot, who continued‍‌ to guard the‍ Rochester territory in‌‍ the north.

She‌ often felt that‌‌⁠ she should go​ see him at‌ least once.

If⁠ he remained shut​⁠ away alone in‌‌​ that land battered‌‌ by extreme cold,‍‍​ even his heart⁠ would eventually freeze‍‍‌ over.

“Yes…‍ I have to‍‍‍ go at least​⁠‌ once.”

Although⁠ her life here‍ satisfied her, she⁠ also wanted to​ go and ease‍ her father’s loneliness.‌‌‌

That‌⁠ such a desire​‌ arose was inevitable.⁠‌‌

***⁠​​

‘I‍‌ feel like I’m‍⁠ going to get‍‌ dizzy.’

Katia‍ watched the Duplain‌ sisters with a sense of bewilderment.⁠‍

Even​ for someone as‌‌ seasoned as her,‍‌ who had been‍ through all kinds‌‍​ of situations, those​‌ sisters were difficult‌‌‌ to define in​‌‍ words.

Aiselin,​ the elder sister,⁠ seemed like a perfect young woman‌ in every sense,‍‍ yet in practical‍ and work-related matters‍ she showed blazing⁠‍ eyes and an⁠​‍ almost obsessive attitude.‍

“I​ think Dereck isn’t‌ aware of how​⁠ valuable he is​⁠ as a person.‍⁠​ That’s why I was thinking—wouldn’t it‍ be better if,‍‌⁠ in addition to​ the affairs of‍⁠ the Duplain territory,​‌ he also left​ the practical work⁠⁠⁠ here in the‍‌ Ravenclaw barony to⁠⁠ me? He looks⁠ at me with​​‍ concern, saying he⁠‌ doesn’t want me‍‍ to overwork myself‌‍‍ or that it‍‌⁠ would be a burden… but I can’t convince him.​ Don’t you think‌ that if you⁠ told him, Lady‍‌​ Katia, Dereck might‌ change his mind?”​⁠⁠

“…”‌​

“What⁠‌ do you think,⁠‌‍ Lady Katia? It​‍ seems Dereck wants​​ to focus on⁠ his magical training,‌⁠ and once the​​ construction of the​‍‌ academy is finished,‌ he’ll also have‍ to devote himself⁠⁠ to teaching. Spending‌‍ time managing those‌‍ things would be⁠​​ a waste, wouldn’t‍‍ it? You also⁠⁠ care about Dereck,‍‍⁠ so… couldn’t you‍​ try to persuade‍ him more directly?”‌⁠‌

“Well…​ Aiselin is a very noble young‌ lady, but devoting⁠⁠‍ so much effort‌ to those things…”‍‌‍

“No,‍⁠‍ really, I’m fine!​‍‍ That’s exactly why⁠ I want you⁠⁠​ to help me‍​‍ convince Dereck as‌ well.”

If‍ Aiselin’s workaholic side​​ was already something,‌​ Diella was frightening‍​ in a different​ sense.

“What‌⁠ was Dereck like‍ when he was‌ a child?”

“Back‍ when he lived​​ in the slums,‍ he had a very hard time.⁠‍​ Even so, he⁠⁠ had firm convictions​‌​ and a strong‌‍‌ desire to learn​ magic, so he‌⁠ was worth teaching.”‍​‌

“I‌‍‍ see… and when​​‍ he was little,​‍​ did he have‌ any other special‍ connection?”

“Huh?”‍

“With​⁠⁠ that mercenary named​⁠ Pheline, he doesn’t​​ seem to have⁠ special feelings, but‍‌ Dereck knows many‌ people, so you‌​ never know. Someone‍ he shared memories‌​‍ with, or a friend he went​⁠ through hard times⁠‍‍ with… were there‍‍​ many like that?”‌​

“And‍ why do you⁠​ ask…?”

“It’s…‍‍ just curiosity.”

“…”​⁠‌

She⁠ had already felt‌​‍ it when she​ met Denise—there were‍⁠ undoubtedly many people‌ lurking around Dereck.⁠

From​ Katia’s point of⁠​ view, that could‌‌‍ be considered something​ positive, but after⁠ seeing how she‍⁠ had just had⁠‍ the vassals in⁠⁠⁠ the palm of​ her hand, she‌⁠⁠ didn’t know what​ to say.

All​⁠‌ of the Ravenclaw⁠‌‌ Academy disciples had​⁠⁠ something peculiar about​​ them, and the‍⁠ usual intuitions used‍⁠‌ to deal with⁠ young noble ladies​​ of high society‌‍ rarely worked on​‌⁠ them.

Even​‍‍ Katia, with all‍⁠ her experience and⁠‍​ maturity, could not‌⁠⁠ help but feel⁠ unsettled; each of‌⁠⁠ them was a singular character.

‘Dereck…‍⁠ what kind of⁠ days are you⁠​​ living, having to⁠‍ deal with people⁠⁠ like this…?’

The​​⁠ young noblewomen, one‌ by one, all​‍⁠ had such high‌ status that they​ could not be‌ treated lightly.

Teaching⁠ magic while dealing‌​ with several of⁠‍ them a day​​ was by no⁠ means an easy‍‌⁠ task.

‘I⁠ can’t afford to‍ falter. Since I’ve‌​⁠ come all the‍‍⁠ way to this​‌⁠ distant southwest, I’d⁠ better start selecting⁠⁠‌ someone who can‍‌ remain by Dereck’s⁠ side.’

She‌⁠‌ had already shared⁠ enough memories with⁠‌ her disciple after‍‍ so long without⁠‍‌ seeing him.

Now‍ there were only​​ the matters she‍‍ needed to tie‍​​ up properly before‌ returning to Elvester‌​⁠ County.

Dereck’s‍​ partner was not⁠​ something that could‍‌​ be decided lightly,​‍‌ but at the⁠​‌ very least she⁠‌⁠ wanted to clearly​ define the group⁠‍ of candidates.

‘At‍‌ minimum, I’ll have​⁠‌ to go to⁠⁠ Ebelstein society to⁠ reach a conclusion.⁠⁠⁠ I’ll need to‍‍‍ meet the young​‌ ladies of the​‍ Rose Hall…’

With​‍ a gentle smile​​‍ on her face,​⁠​ Katia thanked the‌ Duplain sisters.

“It‌​​ has been a real pleasure to⁠‌ meet you like​ this. I’ve been​⁠ able to thoroughly‌ inspect the land‍ where the academy‍⁠⁠ will be built‍ and meet the​ people to whom⁠⁠‍ Dereck owes favors,⁠⁠ so it has‌ been a very‍​​ fruitful visit.”

“Ah,⁠ yes, yes… are‍ you leaving already?”‍

“As​ Lady Aiselin said,‍‍ it seems Dereck​ has many matters‍ to attend to‌‍⁠ in the Ravenclaw⁠​​ territory. It wouldn’t⁠‍ be right for‍​ him to waste‍​ time taking care​⁠‌ of this old⁠​ teacher.”

Dereck‌‌ seemed quite satisfied‌⁠‍ just spending time⁠ touring places together⁠⁠ with Katia after​​‍ so long, but⁠‌ even so, that⁠ was enough of‌​ an excuse to​‍‌ begin the return.​

It⁠⁠ felt a little‍ unfair to the‍​⁠ Duplain sisters, who⁠⁠ had dressed so​‍ carefully to please⁠ her, but Katia⁠⁠ decided to leave‌⁠​ the rest for⁠ later.

‘Then‌​​ that leaves young⁠​‍ Ellen of the‌‌‌ Belmierd family and‍⁠⁠ young Siern of‍​ the Rochester family.‍‍​ I can’t imagine⁠⁠ what kind of‌​ people they’ll be.’‍

Just‌ thinking about it⁠​ made Katia feel‍​⁠ her head starting‌ to spin.

She​​ already knew from‍​​ the letters they​‌ had exchanged that‍ all of Dereck’s​​ disciples were peculiar.​‌

She⁠‍ only hoped that‍⁠ the remaining two⁠​‌ would be a bit easier to‌‌⁠ read.

After⁠​⁠ politely taking her​‌ leave of the⁠ Duplain sisters and​‌​ being guided into‌ the corridor by‍⁠ the servants, Katia‌‌ let out a long sigh.

Craaak!​‍​ Craaak!

In‍ the melancholic atmosphere⁠⁠‍ of early dusk,​‌‌ she took a short walk through‌ the central garden‌‍ of the old‌‌ Duplain mansion.

She‌​ always had the‌ same feeling the⁠‌ deeper and more‍⁠⁠ authoritative a person⁠ was, the more‍‌ difficult it was⁠‌ to deal with​ them.

When​​ she was the‍​ lady of the‍‌ Flameheart household, she‌‍ did not remember⁠ having such a hard time.

The‍ nobles she associated‌ with back then​ were, on the⁠⁠ contrary, people who‌​ were easy to⁠‍​ read and handle.⁠​⁠

The​ fact that their​​⁠ intentions were transparent‍​ and their actions‌​ predictable was, in​⁠​ the end, very‌ convenient.

She‌⁠⁠ had spent nearly​ her entire life‌​ dealing with that​​ type of person.‌​

It‍‍ was just as,‍ gathering that tired‌​‌ gaze, she headed⁠‌‌ toward the garden—‌​‌

“Hey,‌⁠ hey! Do you​⁠ know who I am? I’m Trisha⁠⁠‌ of the Renouel‌⁠⁠ family! You should​​ be able to‌‍ tell just by‌‌‍ looking at me!”​​‍

“Yes,​‍ yes… of course,⁠⁠⁠ Miss Trisha. How⁠⁠ could we not‌⁠​ recognize you? The‍​ thing is, we’re‍​⁠ preparing the servants‍⁠‌ to receive your​‍ carriage and give‌ you attention befitting⁠‌ your status…”

“I‌​ said that’s not​⁠ necessary! Just clear‍ the way! If⁠⁠ I arrive late​‍ again, it really‌‌ will be nightfall!​ I have to‌⁠⁠ hurry and fix‍‌ the disaster I caused…!”

Near‌⁠‍ the main entrance‌⁠ of the Duplain‍⁠ mansion, someone was​⁠​ arguing.

Looking⁠‌ more closely, Katia‍ recognized the young‍​ woman.

“I’m​⁠ very sorry. If‌‍ you had notified⁠⁠‌ us in advance,‍‍ this wouldn’t have‌ happened…”

“Are‍​​ you saying this‌ is my fault?”‍‌⁠

“N-no!‍ That’s not it⁠​ at all!”

Seeing⁠​ Trisha ranting in‌​ front of a servant who was⁠‍ bending over backward​‍ apologizing, Katia felt‍​⁠ her heart loosen‍‍‌ a little.

That‌ was, without a doubt, the typical‍‌‍ image of an‌ arrogant and immature‍ young noblewoman of‍⁠‍ high society.

People​​ as complete and‍ capable as Aiselin‍‍⁠ or Denise were,‍‌ in reality, the‍‌ exception.

They‌‍‌ said young noblewomen‍​ either had heads‍‍ full of flowers‍‍ or lacked manners,​‍⁠ with no middle‍‌ ground.

Seeing‍ someone fit that‍‍ saying so perfectly⁠​⁠ was almost comforting.‍‍

Trisha‍‌ was the exact⁠ archetype of the⁠‍​ arrogant young noblewoman⁠ Katia had dealt⁠‍‌ with her entire​‌ life.

“Aren’t⁠​ you Miss Trisha?”‌‍‍

“And⁠ now who…? I’m‌ extremely busy, so​ if it’s not‌ something important—ah, Katia,‌​‌ good afternoon…”

The​ moment she recognized‍ Katia’s face, her​ expression stiffened and‌⁠ her attitude changed‍⁠ immediately; even that‌‌ hypocritical contrast was‌‌ already familiar.

Katia⁠ felt as though⁠‍ all the accumulated​​ oppression dissipated at‌⁠⁠ once.

A smile naturally appeared​‌‍ on her face,​ and in a very calm voice,‍‍ she addressed Trisha.​

“Are‍⁠​ you in some‍ kind of trouble?”​⁠⁠

“T-this‌ is…”

On‌‌‍ the other hand,⁠⁠ Trisha could not​ help but put‌‍ on a funeral‌‍ face.

She‍⁠ had run all‍⁠ day to the‌⁠ Duplain mansion to‍‍ try to improve‌ her image, and⁠ the moment she‌‌ arrived she ended⁠ up shouting at​​‍ a servant and⁠ causing a scene.‌⁠

At⁠‌ that instant, she‍​ truly wished she⁠ could bite her​ tongue and disappear.‍⁠‍

***​‌

“So​‌⁠ I informed the​​⁠ young ladies of​‍ the Duplain family‌‌ that Miss Trisha​⁠​ had gone to​⁠‌ visit them. The​ rest, I suppose,​⁠‍ they will sort‍​⁠ out well on​‌ their own.”

“I-is‌‌ that so…?”

Inside‍‌ the carriage returning‍‌⁠ to the territory‍ of Baron Ravenclaw.‌

Recalling‍ Trisha’s expression, biting⁠​ her lips and‌​ tugging at her⁠‌ hair with tears‍ in her eyes,​‍​ Dereck showed a complex expression.

Knowing‌ Trisha’s temperament well,⁠ he worried that‌‌ she might have⁠ committed some discourtesy⁠‍‌ toward Katia.

As⁠⁠​ he was thinking‍​ about how to⁠‍‍ ask her about‌​⁠ it, Katia was‍⁠‍ the one who​ spoke first, with‍​ a surprisingly clear⁠‍​ expression on her​ face.

“Miss‍‌​ Trisha… has a curious gift for​ making people feel⁠​‌ at ease…”

“……Huh?”⁠​⁠

“Well,⁠⁠ it’s hard to‌‍‌ explain in words…‌ but when I look at her,‌⁠ I feel my​ mind calm down​‌‍ and become peaceful…‌ I suppose it’s‌​‌ because she’s the‍​​ kind of person‌⁠‌ I’ve seen many⁠‌ times in the​ high society of​‌ the east…”

“I-is‍ that so…?”

Trisha,​ convinced that she‌⁠‍ had already earned‍ Katia’s antipathy, could⁠​ only keep twirling‌⁠​ her hair with⁠ a completely pale​​‍ face.

Dereck​ had seen that⁠⁠ expression many times,⁠‍ but he didn’t‍‍ know how to‍⁠ comfort her, so⁠ he merely gave⁠⁠‌ her a few⁠‌ pats on the⁠⁠​ shoulder.

However,‌‍​ contrary to what⁠⁠ she expected, Katia‌ did not seem‍⁠ to feel any⁠‌​ rejection toward Trisha.⁠‍​

‘Trisha‍‍ is Trisha, but…‌ my teacher is‍​ also a difficult​​‌ person to understand…’‍‍⁠

Having​‍ a great capacity‍‌ for tolerance implied‌‍ many things.

Katia‍⁠ was already accustomed⁠‌‍ to this kind‌​​ of situation, to⁠‍ the point of⁠‍‌ being able to‌​‍ look fondly even⁠ at a junior​⁠ disciple as arrogant​ as Trisha.

Dereck⁠⁠‌ only watched Katia⁠ in silence, with‍ a still ambiguous‍​ expression.

Creaak.‍

Tap,​ tap.

Back‍‍‍ in the territory​ of Baron Ravenclaw,‍⁠ they walked toward‌ the main residence.‍

After⁠‍ sending the servants⁠​ who had been‍ busy all day‍⁠ to rest and​⁠ assigning Freya a guest room, Dereck​ and Katia crossed‌⁠⁠ together the front​​‌ courtyard of the​ barony, already sunk⁠‌ into twilight after‌‍ sunset.

“Still,‌ it was worth‍ coming all the​‍‍ way here just⁠‍‍ to see you,​ Dereck. When I only read your‌‍ letters, I didn’t⁠ notice it, but​‌ now that I see you with‌⁠‍ my own eyes,​​‍ I truly feel‍‌ it.”

“You​‍ think so?”

“Yes.​​‌ From the day​⁠ we parted on⁠​ the commercial street​ of Ebelstein, you‍ haven’t stopped moving‍‌ forward even for‌ a single day.⁠‌⁠ This vast territory,‍ your magical ability,‌ the disciples who‌ trust you, these‍ vassals… all of⁠⁠​ it is the⁠ result of that‍⁠ effort.”

“You‍⁠‌ don’t need to‍⁠​ praise me so‌‍​ much.”

“Is‌ it really excessive​​​ praise? No mage‍ of common origin‍‌⁠ would be able‌​⁠ to achieve something⁠‍⁠ like this.”

Thus,​ they entered the‍ main residence, crossed​‌ the central hall,⁠ and went up‌ the stairs to‍ the second floor​‌ together.

Before​‍⁠ going to sleep,⁠⁠ they were heading‌​ to Dereck’s study‌​‍ to chat a bit while drinking​⁠‍ tea.

“That’s‍​‍ why this trip​ was even more‍ valuable. I’ll probably⁠​‌ take a stroll‍​‌ through the high​ society of Ebelstein‍⁠ tomorrow and, if​‌ there’s nothing else​​ of note, return⁠ to Elvester County.”​​

“So‌ soon? You’ve traveled​‌‍ a long way.”‌‌​

“In​‌​ Elvester County, many⁠ matters have piled‍ up. Making time​ like this was⁠​ already quite forced,‌‌ but at least‍​ it was worth‍‍ it.”

Katia‍⁠‍ stopped, looked at​‍ him, and smiled⁠‌ gently.

“Dereck,⁠​‍ you’ve worked very⁠⁠‌ hard. Knowing that‍ you’re fulfilling your‍​ role in life‌ well gives me​​⁠ great strength.”

“…”​

Dereck​‌ was not someone⁠⁠‍ who expressed his⁠ emotions much, and​ Katia knew that,‌⁠​ so she didn’t⁠⁠ expect a big‍‌​ reaction.

Even‌⁠ so, after listening‍ in silence, Dereck⁠⁠‍ showed a rare‍ smile.

“It’s‌‍⁠ all thanks to‍ having had a good teacher.”

“…”⁠

Katia‌ flinched slightly, then‍​ her face filled​ with a warm‌ smile.

“Even​ though you have⁠ nothing left to‍‌​ learn from me,⁠⁠ it seems I have a rather‍ shameless disciple.”

“That’s⁠ not true. No​‍ matter what happens,​‍ I intend to​⁠ continue considering myself‍⁠‌ a disciple of‌‌​ Teacher Katia.”

Shrugging⁠⁠ his shoulders, Dereck‌​‍ arrived in front⁠‍‌ of the door​‌ to his study‌⁠ with a comforting‍ smile.

In​‌​ a world covered‍‍ only by relentless⁠ cold, having encountered​ Katia by chance‌​ in that slum​ district had been​ an immense miracle‍⁠‌ in his life.‌‍

With⁠ those thoughts in​⁠ mind, he opened‍​‍ the door to⁠‌ the study.

“Before‌ sleeping, would you‍​⁠ like to have‌‍ a cup of‌‌ herbal tea? I’ll​​ have the servants⁠‍​ bring it—”

Whoosh!‌

From‍ beyond the open​‌ door, an indescribable⁠⁠​ dark energy overflowed‌ out of nowhere.​

It​⁠ was late at‌​ night; even the​ full moon had⁠ hidden behind the‍​​ mountains.

In​​ the study, sunk‌⁠ in darkness, someone‍‍ was sitting atop‌‍ Dereck’s large work⁠ desk.

A small body.

A neat frilled dress.​‍‍

Carefully‌ arranged pale lilac⁠ hair, and eyes‍ of the same‌​ color.

She‍‌ was a six-star​‌ mage who had‌​‍ taken her leave‍​ with a haughty​ attitude, saying that⁠⁠ they would probably‍⁠​ never see each⁠‍ other again.

“……”‍⁠

Dereck​​‌ frowned at the​ ominous energy emanating‌‌​ from inside the‍​ study.

Katia,‌ who was following⁠‌‍ him, opened her‍​ eyes in surprise.‌

To‌⁠ Katia, the girl‍ staring at them​‍ wide-eyed from the​ darkness was a complete stranger.

However,⁠⁠‍ an inexplicable pressure‍ gripped her throat,‍​​ preventing her from⁠ speaking.

The‍⁠‌ girl was covered​ in blood.

The⁠‍‍ stench was so​‌‍ strong that it​ was clearly perceptible⁠⁠⁠ even from several‌ steps away, as⁠​⁠ if she had‍‍ just returned directly‍⁠‍ from a massacre.‌⁠

“No…”‌‌‌

Just‌ as Dereck was‌‍​ about to say‍​​ something, those lifeless‌ eyes suddenly turned‌⁠⁠ toward him.

The‌‌ corners of her​‍⁠ lips rose with​ a mechanical creak,‌​ and the girl’s​ voice, wrapped in⁠⁠ the energy of‍‌ wandering spirits and‍⁠​ souls, burst forth.‌‌

“Dereck~!”​⁠

In⁠‌ that seemingly cheerful​⁠⁠ voice, an inexplicable​ dissonance welled up.⁠‍⁠

When⁠⁠ Dereck took a step back to​ assess the situation,‍ Fina leapt nimbly⁠⁠‌ down from the⁠ desk.

Drops‍‌ of blood fell​ one after another,⁠ marking her path.⁠‌‍

In​‌ the girl’s eyes,‍‌⁠ a sinister, deep,​​‍ unfathomable darkness swirled.⁠

“Why​​⁠ did you take‍​​ so long? I thought my neck⁠ would snap from⁠ waiting for you.⁠‍⁠ My dear disciple,⁠‌ Dereck.”

“Miss​ Fina?”

“That’s⁠‍​ right. It’s me.‍ Your teacher. The‌​⁠ only one who‍ will teach you‍‌​ and guide you‌ to a higher⁠‍​ realm. Fina Rafaella‌​​ Tigris. Say my⁠⁠​ name again. I don’t need that‌‌‌ useless title of‌ miss—come on, teacher.‌‍​ Call me Teacher⁠​ Fina…”

“You​‍ said you would⁠‍ return to the​ Tigris territory…”

“Yes,‍​ that’s what I said. The Tigris​⁠ territory—I have nothing‌‍ left to do⁠⁠ in a place‍ so insignificant. Now​​‍ there’s something far​⁠‌ more important.”

It⁠ wasn’t unleashed madness,‍ but it wasn’t‍ mere eccentricity either.​

The​ only thing certain⁠⁠‍ was that Fina‌ was not in‌ a normal state.⁠

Katia⁠‌ felt a tremor‌ at the tips⁠ of her fingers​​⁠ at that unsettling‍ sensation impossible to⁠ describe.

“My​ disciple, my only​⁠‍ disciple Dereck is‍​ here… Of course​ I had to⁠⁠‌ come back.”

Dark⁠ blood dripped from‌​​ Fina’s sleeves as‌⁠⁠ she kept smiling.‌​​

After‌⁠ stroking Dereck’s arm⁠‌ several times, she‍‍ suddenly changed her​‌ expression and sharply‍ turned her head.​

Her‌⁠‍ gaze stabbed into⁠ Katia.

Just⁠⁠ by meeting her‌ eyes, it felt⁠⁠ as though one’s⁠​⁠ heart would shrink​ in terror.

Though​ she had the⁠‍‍ appearance of a small girl, she​ radiated the pressure‌​‍ of someone who‌‍ had reached an‌​⁠ immeasurable realm.

She‍‍ was someone who​ had reached the⁠‌ extreme of necromantic⁠‍ magic.

Even⁠‍ death served her.‌​

The‍⁠​ blood-soaked girl, capable‍‍ of devouring sanity​⁠ just by facing‍​‌ her, was staring​‌‍ intently at Katia.‍‍

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