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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 17: Journey (1)

Chapter 17: Journey (1)

Creak!⁠⁠‌

When‌⁠ the heavy iron‌⁠ door slowly opened,‌ the air inside⁠​‌ the archive flowed​‍ out.

A thick scent of​​ dust, old paper,⁠ and a peculiar‍‌‌ aroma from the​ thick books containing‍⁠⁠ magic blended together,‍ irritating the nostrils.​

The‍ marble floor, touched‌ by cautious footsteps,‌⁠‌ felt quite cold.⁠​ The magical torches⁠​ lining the walls‌‍‌ glowed faintly with​‌⁠ a bluish light.⁠‌ The bookshelves illuminated‍‍‍ by this glow‌​‍ gave off a mystical, mysterious aura.‌⁠​

“…This​ is beyond imagination.”‌‍

Dereck⁠ swallowed hard.

Books‌‌ adorned with gold‌​ and purple were⁠‍‍ tightly packed.

The‍⁠‌ spines, etched with‍ strange patterns he‍⁠​ had never seen⁠‌‍ before, glowed faintly.⁠‍‌

It‍‍⁠ was an incredible​ sight—it seemed impossible​⁠‍ that such a place could exist⁠‌​ in the world.‍ A place like⁠ this would never‍ be allowed for⁠⁠ commoners.

Dereck​‌⁠ took a book‍⁠​ from the shelf.​​⁠ The cover was‍‍‍ lined with soft‍‍‌ leather, and the​‍‌ golden thread embroidery​‌ shimmered beautifully.

Creak,‌‌ creak.

The‌⁠ sound of flipping‍​ through a thick,‌⁠‍ ancient book. The‌ scent of aged,​‌ heavy paper teased⁠⁠‌ the tip of⁠‌‍ his nose. The‌⁠ densely written text⁠​ on the thin,⁠⁠ fragile paper was​‍‍ full of unfamiliar‍​ phrases.

“A​⁠‌ three-star spellbook…”

One-star‍‌‌ spellbooks were something‍ even commoners could​ obtain with enough‍ effort. Of course,​ they were valuable,⁠‌ and possessing one‍‌ didn’t mean one‍ could master the‌‌‌ magic inside.

However,‌⁠ from two-star books‍‌ onward, they became​​ hard to get‍ unless you were‌​‍ wealthy. And for‍‌ three-star magic, the‍ cost was often‍‌​ astronomical.

And⁠ here it was—a⁠ three-star spellbook decorating​‍⁠ a shelf. Indeed,⁠⁠‌ the library of​⁠ a great noble​ house, one of‍ the top three‌​ in the Western​‍​ Continent, was on‌‌‍ a whole different‍​​ level.

But⁠​ being able to⁠​‍ read a spellbook⁠⁠ was one thing;​‍‌ mastering its contents‍‌⁠ was another. Moreover,‍⁠⁠ the library was‌⁠ filled with theory​‌⁠ books based on‌ the aristocratic regulation-based​ schools.

Of‍ course, for Dereck,​‌‍ born with a magical instinct, adapting‍⁠ regulatory academy theory‍‍⁠ wasn’t too difficult.​⁠​ But at the‌‌⁠ three-star level, things​‌‌ were certainly starting‍​‌ to feel excessive.⁠

“No‍​‌ doubt it’ll be⁠ a challenge.”

After⁠ flipping through the​ book in the‍‍⁠ reading area, Dereck⁠⁠⁠ came to a conclusion. The realm‌ of three-star magic‌ wasn’t easy.

A three-star mage referred‍⁠ to a noble-born‌‌​ individual who had​ mastered magic to⁠‍‌ an advanced level.⁠⁠‌

Among‍ nobles, that level​‌‍ commanded respect, but‍‌⁠ among commoners, it⁠‍ was the kind‌⁠ of mage you‍⁠ might encounter once​ or twice in​⁠‌ your life. Dereck‌‍ himself had never​‍​ heard of a three-star mage born‌‍ of the common​ people. At most,‌‍ there were only​ rumors of a three-star explorer mage⁠‌ named Tracy from‌​ the Ebelstein Magic​‍ Academy.

“It’s‍ certainly worth staying‌​‍ in the Duke’s​‍‍ mansion a bit​‌ longer. Pheline’s going‍ to be mad‍​⁠ if she finds⁠‍‍ out.”

Pheline‍⁠ was the name​‍ of an archer​ who had once‌⁠​ worked closely with‌‌‍ the Beldern Mercenary‍‍⁠ Band. She hated‌‌‌ nobles so much‍‍ she would sneer⁠‌‍ if she saw⁠ Dereck spending time‍​​ in a place‌ like this.

But‍⁠ the desire for‌‌⁠ three-star magic was‌‍ irresistible. For now,⁠ the theory was⁠‌⁠ too intricate and​‍​ the use of⁠‌ magical power too‌ complex to be‍​ practical, but Dereck‌‍​ thought if he‌‍ gritted his teeth​⁠ and dove in,⁠⁠ maybe he could⁠⁠​ achieve something.

“…Still,​ I can’t stay⁠‌ forever. After all,‌​ my magic has​​ to be applied⁠‍ in the real⁠‌ world.”

Dereck​‍ reflected silently as⁠‍ he stared at⁠⁠⁠ the spellbooks filling‌​⁠ the shelves.

***‍‍

After⁠⁠ the duel between⁠ Leigh and Diella⁠ ended, Duke Duplain‌ officially recognized Dereck‌​ as a member‍ of the ducal⁠‌ household.

Essentially,‍ the master of‌‌​ this vast duchy​ had personally stamped​ his approval, so‍‌‌ no one in‍ the house could‍ oppose it. For​‌ now, Dereck’s role‌⁠ was to remain‌⁠ at the mansion‌ and continue teaching‌‍‌ magic to Diella.​

“I’m‌ officially a one-star‍‍⁠ Mage now.”

After‌‌⁠ resting for a bit, about three⁠​​ days later, Dereck‍‍‍ entered the pavilion‍⁠ where Diella was⁠ staying, her wounds​ nearly healed. Although‍​ there had been⁠‌ some bleeding, it‍‍‌ wasn’t serious. When‍‌⁠ Dereck, neatly dressed‍⁠‍ in his mercenary‍⁠​ uniform, entered the​ room, Diella stood‌ with her hands‌⁠ on her hips,⁠ flashing a victorious‌ smile.

“…I‌ thought you’d be​ really upset. When⁠‍ you lost the​ duel, your eyes​⁠ were tearing up…”​‌

“Kyaa!‌⁠ Stop mentioning embarrassing⁠⁠⁠ memories I want⁠ to forget!”

“I’m‍ glad you’re doing​​‌ well. I saw⁠​‌ you use a one-star spell in​⁠ the duel. You’ve‌ grown fast.”

“Of⁠​ course I have!”‌​

When‌ Dereck gave a direct compliment, Diella’s⁠‍‍ face lit up‌⁠ again with a smile, her expression‌‌⁠ so radiant it‌​ looked like she⁠ might bounce around‍ the room.

She​⁠ had felt defeated‍ after losing, but‍‌ since the Duke‍​‍ had accepted Dereck‌‍ and didn’t expel‍‍‌ her, she seemed‍​ to have recovered‌‌​ quickly.

“Didn’t⁠ I tell you?‍​ When I put​‌‍ my mind to‍‌ something, I get‌ it done.”

“…”⁠

“You‌‌ don’t like my‍‍‌ triumphant attitude, huh?​⁠ As my mentor,​ Dereck, you should​⁠‍ be happy for‌⁠ my success. Come​​ on, loosen up.”‌​

“What⁠⁠‌ are you talking‌‍⁠ about? I’m very​‌ happy.”

“You‍‌‌ don’t sound sincere…”‍

Diella​ scowled and looked⁠ at Dereck, but⁠ his expressionless face—honed​ through countless battles—was⁠ impenetrable to a young girl like‌ her. After all,‌⁠ Dereck had always‌‌ been hard to‍ read, so Diella‍‍ had stopped trying⁠‍ to understand him.​⁠

She​ just let out‌​‍ a deep sigh‌ and flopped onto​ her lacy bed.⁠⁠‍

“By⁠‍‌ the way, after​‍ such a tough‍​‌ battle, I’ve secured​ my spot, so‍ you’ll have to‌​‍ teach me more‍‌ magic, right?”

“Your⁠‍⁠ enthusiasm is good,‍ but for now,​⁠‍ it’d be better⁠⁠ to keep practicing‌ magical power control​ as we have​‌ been. Mastering a one-star spell is‍ an achievement, but​⁠⁠ using it freely‍‍‍ is another matter.”‌⁠

“Hmm…⁠‍ You’re right about‌ that. Compared to⁠‍ how you use‌⁠ magic, my movements⁠‌‍ are too limited,‍‌ and I get⁠⁠ exhausted after just‌‍ one cast.”

“That’s‍‍‍ because your fundamentals​‍ are weak. Magic’s‍‍ foundation depends on‌⁠‍ how efficiently you⁠‍ use your magical‌‍ energy. The same‍‌ spell can vary​ in power and​‌⁠ efficiency depending on​ how well it’s⁠ handled.”

Dereck‌‍ pointed this out.⁠

However,⁠⁠‍ he knew satisfaction‍ wouldn’t come easily.⁠ Mages had a temperament that yearned⁠ for greater accomplishments⁠‌ with each new⁠⁠ success. After casting​ a one-star spell⁠‍ successfully, Diella would‌⁠ surely want to⁠​ learn every kind‍ of one-star spell.‍​ But learning spells‍ beyond her current⁠ level in multiple‍‍⁠ areas often resulted⁠​​ in shallow understanding.‌

So‌⁠ Dereck had already‌​‍ prepared for when⁠⁠ Diella inevitably began‍‌ whining to learn​‍ other one-star spells.‍

“Hmm…‍‍ If you say⁠ so, then I guess there’s a reason.”

But‌‍ Diella, resting her⁠ chin on her​⁠ hands, responded with‍ a tired voice.‍ Dereck crossed his‍ arms and watched​‍ her silently. His⁠‌​ eyes held a hint of surprise.⁠

Diella​​ noticed Dereck’s expression‌​ and quickly spoke⁠​​ up.

“Huh.‌ Why are you⁠ looking at me‌ like that? Surprised‍ I’m listening for‍​ once?”

“I​​‍ thought… you’d pester​ me to teach​​​ you stronger spells.‍‍⁠ I even had‍⁠​ a few strategies‍ prepared.”

“What‍ do you think⁠ I am?! Haven’t⁠ I always respected‌‍‍ your words?”

Dereck,‌ resting his chin​​​ on one hand,‍‌​ said:

“The‌​ first time… you​ poured dirty water​⁠ on my head.”‍‌⁠

“You‌⁠ still remember that?”‍⁠​

“Do‍⁠​ people usually forget‍‍‍ things like that?”‌‍

Diella‍​ blushed awkwardly and‍ looked away. She‌​‌ couldn’t deny her‌ first impression had​‌ been terrible. She​ fidgeted with her​ hands on her‌ knees, looking thoroughly‍​⁠ miserable.

What⁠‍⁠ people call “dark‍​‍ history” has a mysterious power that​ makes one want‍⁠​ to hit their​ head against the‌​⁠ wall or pound‍​ the sheets in⁠​ frustration.

Even⁠‍ for a noble​‌ lady, it wasn’t‌ easy to withstand​ a sudden wave‌​‌ of shame. Seeing‌‍ her tremble and⁠‍‌ sweat profusely was​ uncomfortable even for​⁠ the observer, so​ Dereck took a deep breath and‌ sat at the⁠ table beside the‌ bed.

“Anyway,⁠ magic lessons will‌⁠⁠ continue as usual…‌⁠ but I heard​ you’ll be busier.”⁠​​

“Hmm…‍⁠ Dereck, you heard‍‍ too. Starting next‍‌‌ week, I’ll also‌ attend liberal arts‍⁠ classes. They say⁠‌ we’re preparing for‍ high society…”

“Isn’t⁠⁠ that worth celebrating?‌​ After mastering first-level‍​‍ magic, it’s time​ to acquire a noble lady’s elegance.”‍

“…Honestly,⁠ I don’t want‍‍ to.”

“…Even‌‍ so, you must.”‍‍

Diella⁠‍ combed through her‌‍ thick golden hair‌ and lay back‌‌ on the bed.‍⁠ A wail of‍​ despair echoed beside​​ him.

“Basic‍⁠ noble etiquette, foreign‌‍‌ languages, geography, history,‌‍‌ botany, piano, sewing…‌⁠ Do I really‌ have to do​ all this?”

“Maybe⁠‌ it’s just preliminary⁠​⁠ prep. After your⁠‌‌ coming-of-age ceremony, there’ll⁠​‍ be a lot‍​⁠ more serious studying.”​

“…How​‍​ does my sister⁠ Aiselin handle all​‌ this?”

“That’s‌‌⁠ why they call⁠​ her ‘The Flower‌ of Duplain’ and‌‍ why she shines‍​ in Ebelstain society.”‌

Aiselin‌‍ Elenore Duplain.

Having‍ built many connections‌​‍ beyond the noble​ district walls of‍ Ebelstain, she was‌⁠⁠ essentially the face⁠ of House Duplain.​ Rumors had it​ many men lined‍‍ up to propose‌⁠ to her, captivated​​ by her ever-dignified‌‍​ manner, but she​‍ always declined with⁠‍⁠ a gentle smile.‌⁠‍

Although⁠‍ social circles were‍ often viewed as‌‍ places to make​ good matches, she​⁠‍ seemed to work⁠ hard to build⁠‍‍ strong relationships for​ House Duplain’s future.‌

She​​‌ was beloved by‌ everyone in the‍​‍ family. Even a duke could be‍‌ proud enough to⁠ smile.

“I⁠⁠‌ just… want to‌‍‌ study magic…”

“….”⁠

“But…⁠​ this mansion and​ noble status weren’t‍ gained without reason…‌‍‌ I suppose I must do whatever‌ is necessary…”

“Miss​ Diella…”

Dereck​ looked at Diella​ with a serious‍‍‌ expression and said:‌‍‌

“…You’ve⁠​ learned to say‍​ such admirable things…”​⁠‍

“…Dereck,‌⁠⁠ you really know⁠‌⁠ how to wound⁠ someone’s pride.”

“That’s​ a misunderstanding.”

“Huh.”‌

Diella‌⁠ sat up, firmly‌ lifting her upper⁠ body, and sat‌‌ on the bed,‍⁠ swinging her legs‍ idly.

“Still,‍⁠‌ since you’ll be‍‍ teaching me magic‌ for a while​​⁠ longer, I want⁠⁠​ to learn quickly.‌⁠⁠ I want to‌ use the first-level‌ Ice Lance spell⁠⁠‍ more skillfully.”

“There’s⁠​‍ no need to‍​⁠ rush. At this‌ point, no one‌ will criticize you‍ for learning magic‍‍‍ from me.”

“Is‍‌ that… really true…?”‍‌‌

Diella‌ suddenly looked worried.⁠‌ Dereck knew exactly⁠‌​ what she was​ thinking.

“Are⁠⁠ you talking about‌ Duchess Miriela?”

“…Even‌ though my father​‌ has officially acknowledged‌⁠ you, my mother​ is not someone​⁠ who will remain⁠‌‌ silent.”

“Ah,‍​‌ no?”

“Even⁠‍ if there’s no⁠⁠​ way to separate‍‌ us now, she’ll‌‌​ surely find a way.”

Diella,‌ with an anxious‍‍​ expression, looked at‌‍​ Dereck and voiced‌‌ her concern.

“She⁠ might try to‌‍ ruin your reputation…‌ or create a reason to expel⁠ you.”

“A​ reason… What reason⁠‍​ would Lady Miriela‌‌ have to expel‍‌ me?”

“Well…​‌ because your behavior‌⁠ is far removed⁠‌ from noble dignity.​‌​ She might do​ it out of​​ fear that it’ll​‌⁠ be a flaw​⁠ in high society⁠ later on…”

“Then‍⁠⁠ it’s nothing serious.”‌

“Nothing​‍ serious… You say​ that because you​‍ don’t know my‌⁠​ mother well.”

“Miss‌‌ Diella. Silencing Lady‍ Miriela isn’t as​ difficult as you⁠ think. Just eliminate‌ the reasons for⁠ her arguments.”

Dereck,‌ arms crossed, spoke​ casually as he⁠‌‌ sat at the​⁠‌ table.

“After‌⁠⁠ all, aren’t you,‌ Miss Diella, the‍‍‌ one in control​​‌ of this entire‌⁠‍ situation?”

“…Eh?”⁠‍​

***‍​⁠

Chirp,‌ chirp.

Morning‌‌ came early in‌‍​ the Duke’s household.​

By⁠ the time birdsong‍⁠⁠ filtered through the‌⁠ bedroom window, the‍​ lower-ranking servants were​‌ already awake, tending​ to the gardens⁠‍‌ or checking on​ the house’s cleanliness.‍

Several⁠⁠‌ individuals supervised and‍ managed these tasks:‌ the head butler,​ the valet, the‍ head chef… each‌ department had its‍⁠‍ own leader.

And​​ it was the​​⁠ role of the‌​ lady of the‍‍‌ house, the noblewoman,​‌ to gather all⁠ those people and‌‌ oversee them once​‌ more.

– Tac, tac.

Duchess​​⁠ Miriela, who had‌ gone out early⁠ in the morning⁠ to inspect the‍‌​ servants’ work, still‍‍⁠ clenched her teeth.‌‍‌ Since the last​​‌ duel, Miriela’s expression‍⁠​ had always been⁠‌‌ stern.

After‍ being slapped by‌ the Grand Duke‍‍‌ and receiving pitying‍‌ looks from the‌​ servants, her heart‌‍⁠ was filled only‍ with concern for‍‍ Diella.

‘I⁠​ can never accept‌⁠ such a vulgar⁠⁠⁠ teacher for her.‍‍​ Even if the‍‍​ ruler of the‍‍ territory—my husband—has acknowledged‍​‌ him, I must‌ speak the truth​‍ until the end.’‌⁠⁠

The⁠⁠ fact that she​‌​ couldn’t expel a common tutor who‌‌ was clearly negatively​‍‌ influencing her beloved‌‍ youngest daughter always​⁠‍ irritated her. That’s​ why the servants⁠ assisting her were‍ nervous.

‘That‍ vulgar teacher could‍‌⁠ never teach noble⁠‌ manners. Seeing Diella,‍‍ who should always‍ be proud and⁠ full of elegance,⁠ learning gutter habits…​ I can’t accept​ it, even if‍​‍ it splits my​ head in two.’⁠‍​

She​‍ closed her eyes⁠‍ and imagined it.‌​⁠ The disgrace Diella​ would suffer, entering⁠‌ high society with‌‌ careless words and⁠​ actions. Miriela could​​​ never tolerate that,‍‍ and as she​​ organized her thoughts‍‌‌ to devise a method, she walked​​⁠ down the mansion’s‍‍ hallway.

At‌ that moment, her‌​‌ youngest daughter, just‌ entering through the⁠​ mansion’s main gate,‌​‌ caught her attention.‌

As‌ always, Diella was​ leading several servants,‍ walking toward the​ main house in⁠⁠ a lace dress‍ adorned with beautiful‌ ribbons.

Miriela’s‍ face lit up‍ with joy at‌ the sight of‌⁠ her lovely youngest⁠‍ daughter. She missed‌‍ seeing Diella’s tantrums‍⁠ and bustling presence​ around her. Though‌​⁠ she may have​​ been tainted by‌‌‍ the teachings of‍‍ a vulgar commoner,⁠‌ the fact that​ she was her‌ beloved daughter, carrying​‍ her blood, hadn’t‍​ changed. Miriela greeted‌ her warmly, unable‌ to hide her‌⁠​ happiness.

“Oh,​​ Diella! You look‍​​ as beautiful as⁠ ever!”

Miriela,‌ as usual, opened​‌⁠ her arms, expecting‍‍​ Diella to rush‌​‌ in for a hug with a childlike attitude, a smile on her‍‍​ face. However, instead​ of hugging her,‌‌‍ Diella elegantly lifted‌ the hem of⁠​‍ her skirt and⁠‍‌ bowed her head.‌⁠

“Did​‍‌ you have a peaceful night, Mother?”‌⁠

“Huh…?”‌‌

“I’ve‌‌​ missed several chances​​ to vent my‌ frustration while I was confined to‌ the pavilion recovering​⁠‍ from my wounds.‌ I’d love to‌ chat, but unfortunately,‌ I have a piano lesson starting‌‍ this morning.”

Diella​‌‍ asked for Miriela’s‍‌ understanding with a gentle smile, her‍ noble demeanor blooming‌ like a flower,​ reminiscent of Aiselin’s‍‌​ grace.

“Oh,⁠⁠ really?”

“I’ll​ come for tea‌ this afternoon. I haven’t even heard​‍ what happened at​​ the southern social⁠ gathering. But now,​ I must hurry‍‌‍ to my etiquette‍‍​ class…”

Miriela​⁠ knew well that​⁠‍ Diella had only‍ just begun her⁠⁠⁠ basic education. Though⁠​ the curriculum was‌​ still preparatory, she‌⁠ had been busy‍‌ arranging the instructors.‌ Still, she had‌​ the impression Diella‍‍ hadn’t yet started‌‍ her manners lessons.⁠

However,​‌ seeing Diella act⁠‌‌ with such courtesy,​​ as if she⁠ were a completely⁠⁠ different person, left‍‌ Miriela momentarily speechless.​‍

Though‍ Miriela was shocked,‍​⁠ the servants were‌⁠​ even more stunned,​‍ as if their‍ world had flipped⁠ upside down. One‍⁠⁠ servant repairing the​⁠ garden fence stood‍ frozen, dropping the‌​ boards he was‍‍ carrying, unable to‌ move a muscle.​

What‌‌ had Diella been‍⁠‍ like these past​‍‍ few years? Wasn’t‍‌‌ she the same⁠ girl who smashed‌‍ dishes out of‍‌ boredom and kicked‍ servants?

Who‌‍‌ in the world⁠⁠⁠ could have made‍ such a tyrant​‌ change her ways?‍ It was said‍ that no one‌ dared even mention‌​‍ the name of‍​‍ someone capable of⁠‌​ such a feat.​

And⁠⁠⁠ yet, the young​‌⁠ lady politely greeted‌ Miriela before hurrying‌ up the stairs​ of the main‍⁠ hall.

“Oh⁠⁠‌ dear, young man.⁠‍ You’ve dropped all⁠⁠‌ your boards on⁠‍‌ the ground. Be⁠‌ careful not to‍​‍ hurt yourself.”

“Y-Yes…​​‍ Miss Diella…”

Miriela‌​⁠ could only stand‍ there, mouth agape,‌‌‌ watching the scene⁠ unfold before her‍‌​ eyes.

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