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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 178: The player (1)

Chapter 178: The player (1)

The‍⁠​ noble district of‍​​ Ebelstein, to which‌ they were returning⁠​‌ after so long,‍ was still as⁠⁠‌ luxurious and dazzling‌ as ever.

When‌‌‍ they returned after​​​ finishing the journey​ through the north,‍‍​ winter in Ebelstein⁠ was already coming​ to an end.⁠‌‍

In​ the shadiest corners⁠‍ there were still​ traces of unmelted⁠⁠ snow, but the​‌ temperature had become‌‌ pleasant, and new​ buds were beginning‍ to sprout on​⁠ the trees lining‌ the road.

After‌ such a prolonged⁠​​ cold, the warmth‍‌‍ felt all the‌⁠‌ more welcome.

The‌​‌ nobles strolling through‌⁠‌ the streets wore‌‌ attire more elegant‍‌‌ and refined than⁠ the previous year,⁠ fully enjoying that​ long-awaited warmth.

The⁠ tea houses along⁠⁠⁠ the street were⁠‍‍ filled with young​​‍ noble ladies chatting‌‌​ animatedly, while young​​‌ aristocrats heading out‌ to ride horses,‍⁠​ accompanied by their‌⁠ attendants, walked with⁠‍​ light steps.

After​ spending time in​‍⁠ the cold and​ lonely snowy plains‌‍⁠ of the north,​‌ Dereck also felt​​ that contrast clearly.⁠‍⁠

The‌⁠‌ territory of Rochester,​‌​ in the north,‌​ was a place​ that, just by⁠​​ sitting in silence,‍⁠ could inevitably make​ one’s spirits sink.‍‌‍

Without⁠ a doubt, even⁠‍ for emotional well-being,‌ it seemed far⁠‌ better to send​‌ those children to‌​‌ the noble district‍‌⁠ of Ebelstein.

“…Then,‍⁠​ next time we’ll​ see each other​ in the Duplain​‍​ territory.”

“Yes.‍‍​ Until then, please⁠⁠​ listen carefully to‌⁠⁠ everything Lord Hamilton‌‍​ tells you.”

After⁠ leaving Siern in​ front of her⁠⁠​ private residence, Dereck​‍ gave her that⁠ final recommendation.

At​ her side stood‍‌​ Hamilton, an elderly⁠⁠‌ mage with a gaunt appearance.

In​ truth, that name‌​⁠ was a pseudonym;​‌ his real name‍ was Kalimford.

However,‌‍ there was no‍ advantage in revealing‍ that name in‌​​ Ebelstein.

Kalimford’s‍ sole wish was‌‌​ to watch Siern⁠ grow well, from⁠ up close.

The​‌ fact that he‌‍ decided to stay‌ at Siern’s private‍⁠‍ residence to assist‍‌⁠ her until the‌‍‍ opening of the⁠ Ravenclaw Academy faithfully⁠ reflected that wish.​‍

“Hmmm…”⁠

With‍ her arms crossed,​‍ Siern looked at⁠⁠‌ Kalimford with a clearly dissatisfied expression,⁠⁠⁠ as if she‌ had a lot​ to say. Kalimford‌ swallowed with difficulty.⁠

Ever​‌ since he had​ attacked Dereck without‍ mercy, he felt‍‌‌ that Siern was​ acting strangely hostile⁠‍ toward him.

Of​‍‍ course, Dereck had‍ tried several times⁠ to convince her‌​‍ that it was⁠ fine and that‌ he bore no⁠​‌ resentment toward Kalimford.‌

Even​⁠ so, a psychological​‍ barrier once formed⁠‌ does not collapse​ easily.

Seeing‍ Kalimford’s pale face,‍ Dereck silently prayed⁠ for his good​ fortune.

From‍⁠ now on, everything​‌‍ depended solely on⁠‌ how Kalimford handled‌ his relationship with‍‍‌ Siern.

The‍‍ time he had‍‍⁠ left was not⁠‍ abundant, so he​ could only hope⁠​⁠ that he handled⁠​‍ it well.

“Then,⁠‌‍ we’ll see each‌⁠ other again in‌ the Duplain territory.”⁠​⁠

When⁠ Dereck said that‍‌ as he boarded⁠⁠⁠ the carriage, Siern​ looked at him⁠​‍ with a clearly‌‌‌ disappointed expression.

In​​ any case, she⁠ would soon return​ to the Ravenclaw‍ territory to learn‌‌ magic, so it‌‍ was nothing more​‍ than a brief​ farewell.

Even‍‍‍ so, after having​‍⁠ spent so much⁠ time together, she‌⁠⁠ seemed to feel‍⁠​ it deeply, slightly‌ puffing out her‌‌‌ lips in displeasure.‌⁠

Dereck⁠ inclined his head‌‍ toward both of⁠​ them and settled​⁠‌ comfortably back into⁠ the carriage.

‘Hiring‌ Kalimford as a professor at the‌‌⁠ academy…’

An​ academy where a six-star mage taught‍ magic.

Just⁠‍ imagining it was‍ enough to make‌‍​ anyone’s throat go​‍⁠ dry.

Even‌‌⁠ if he did‍⁠‌ not directly reveal‌​ his identity, simply‍ seeing the level‍‍ of magic Kalimford‍⁠​ wielded was enough‌​​ to know that⁠​‌ he was no​‍ ordinary mage.

The‍​‌ Ravenclaw Academy seemed​‌⁠ to be becoming‌ more extraordinary by‍ the day.

With‍⁠ that thought in⁠‍ mind, Dereck ordered‌​ the coachman to​⁠​ depart.

***​‍

The​‌‍ next place Dereck‍‌ visited was the​⁠ outskirts of the‍⁠ Duplain territory, that⁠​ is, the land​ where the Ravenclaw‌​‍ Academy was being​​⁠ built.

“…Why⁠ has the scale​‌ of the construction​​ grown so much⁠‍ compared to the‍ original plan…?”

“Miss​⁠ Aiselin persuaded the⁠ nobles of the⁠​ southwest and managed‍ to attract more‍⁠ investment. She even​‌‌ visited the Renouel⁠‍ family several times​⁠ and succeeded in‍​‌ having them send‌‍ two hundred additional‍​ workers.”

“What‍ on earth happened‍‌ while I was‍‍ in the north?”‌‍⁠

“If‌‍ I had to‍⁠ explain everything in‍‌ detail, it would​⁠ take too long.⁠⁠​ Would it be⁠‍ all right if⁠ you received a written report?”

At‌⁠ the beginning of‍ the road leading‌ to the ducal‌‌ residence of Duplain,​⁠ the vast Lergel⁠‍⁠ prairie stretched eastward,‍⁠ a place peaceful​⁠‍ and temperate throughout‌​ the year.

There,‍‌​ without one even⁠ realizing it, a long row of‍ splendid and elegant​⁠ buildings had arisen.‍

Each​‌‍ was carefully decorated‍‍ with marble, adorned‌ with beautiful sculptures,‌‌⁠ and featured walls,‌​ benches, fountains, and‌‌‍ vegetation perfectly arranged.⁠

At‍ a glance, the​ size was exactly‍‍ double what Dereck‍‌​ had imagined before‍‌ leaving for the​‍⁠ north.

Delbriton,​‌⁠ the head butler‍‍​ who had come⁠⁠‍ out to receive‌ him and was⁠ now traveling with​ him in the⁠‍ carriage, recalled with‌‍ a pale face⁠​‌ the time when‌ Aiselin took command‍ and personally directed‌ every phase of‍ the construction.

Great‌ figures were always​‍ like that, but‍‍​ those who worked‌ under their orders⁠‍‌ often suffered greatly.‍⁠ Aiselin was undoubtedly‌‌​ the best possible​‌ partner, but probably‌⁠‌ the worst boss⁠ imaginable.

“May⁠‌​ I ask you​‌⁠ a personal question,​‍ without reservations? I know it is‌‍⁠ disrespectful.”

“…Speak.”‌‌

“…Will​ Miss Aiselin continue​ to take command‌‌​ in the future?”‌​

Delbriton​​ had served for‌⁠ half his life‍​ in the ducal⁠ house of Rochester.‌⁠

For‍ someone like him‌‍ to ask a question that, in​​ theory, belonged solely‍​ to his lord’s‌‌ judgment was something‍ very unusual.

Depending‌ on the person,⁠ it could even​‌ be considered a great insolence.

The​⁠⁠ weight of Aiselin’s‌⁠ presence was something‌ that even Dereck⁠‌​ could not clearly‌​⁠ measure.

Even‍⁠ so, Dereck could​ not give Delbriton‌⁠​ the answer he​ desired.

“That…‍⁠⁠ does it really‍‌ depend on my⁠‍‍ will…?”

“Baron…”⁠‍‌

“Have​​ a little more‍ patience. In any⁠‌‌ case, I will​ speak with Miss​​ Aiselin…”

“Ho…⁠‍ hello… De… reck…”‍‍

Even⁠ Diella, the small​​⁠ tyrant who normally​⁠ intimidated everyone with‍​⁠ an energy worthy‌ of a lion‍ roaming the prairie,‍ was sitting in⁠⁠⁠ the guest hall​⁠ of the main​‌ mansion with her​​ face completely pale.⁠⁠

It⁠‍​ was the first‌ time Dereck had​‍⁠ seen her with​⁠​ so little color‍ in her face.‍‍‍

Upon‌ seeing him, although⁠ she tried to​‍​ hide it, her⁠‌ usual cheerful expression⁠‌ immediately showed itself.⁠‌

Her⁠‍⁠ small body and‍ her blonde hair​​‌ falling freely resembled‌ a lion’s mane,‌ making her presence⁠‌‌ seem even more⁠‍‌ imposing than her‍‌⁠ stature suggested.

But⁠ now it was‌ not so.

Diella​‍‍ was practically sunk‌​‌ into the guest⁠‌⁠ sofa, as if⁠ her soul were​‍ escaping through her⁠ mouth.

Her​⁠‍ appearance was so⁠ deplorable that it‍​‌ even gave the⁠​ impression that she​ had learned necromantic-type‍ magic.

“Miss​‌ Diella… did something⁠‌​ happen to you…?”‌

“It’s⁠⁠‌ nothing serious. It’s‌‍ just that Aiselin‌ is handling the⁠‍‌ academy matter entirely‌⁠ on her own,⁠ and I ended‍‍ up taking on​‍​ roughly half of​​ the management of‍‌ the Duplain main‍​‌ house… Managing the‌​ servants isn’t difficult,⁠ but doing it​​‍ at the same​ time as my‌⁠​ studies is exhausting…”⁠​‍

“…Half?”​‍‌

“Yes,‌ half. And just‍​ so you know,​ Aiselin handles the​‍‌ other half, while⁠ regularly attending the‍⁠‌ Rose Hall, participating‍ in all social‍ and academic gatherings,‌​‌ managing the territory,​‍ and also overseeing‍⁠ the construction of⁠ the academy…”

“…”‌‌

Diella‍⁠⁠ crossed her arms,⁠‌ and her body‌​ trembled slightly.

Most‌​⁠ of the young‌ noble ladies of‌ Ebelstein froze just‍ from meeting her‍ gaze.

And‍ yet, even someone⁠⁠ with such presence‌‍ seemed to feel‌‍‍ an indescribable fear⁠‌‌ when thinking of‌‍ Aiselin.

“Listen​‌⁠ to me, Dereck.​⁠ The construction of‍ the academy is‍​​ already almost finished.​‌ And then… do⁠‌ you know what‌⁠ Aiselin said the‌ last time we​ walked together down​ the corridor?”

“Lately…​ I feel a little bored… Could​‌ it be because‍‌‌ there’s less work…?”‍

“…”‍⁠‍

“…”​

“…She’s⁠​ my sister, but‍⁠ I’m starting to​⁠‌ be afraid of‌ her. I decided​‍‍ that someday I would become the‌‍⁠ central pillar of‍⁠ Duplain, and later‍⁠‌ a recognized ruler…‍​ but lately my​‍‌ confidence is starting‌‌‍ to waver…”

Diella​ usually jumped with​‌ joy like a puppy on a snowy day whenever⁠⁠‍ she saw Dereck.‍‌‍

That‍⁠‍ she was now‌‍ complaining like this,‍‍ even after he⁠ had returned from‍‍ the north after‌‍ so long, was‍⁠ something unusual.

“Brother‍‍ Leigh is busy‌ with external matters,‌‍⁠ Aiselin is completely⁠‍‌ absorbed in making​ money… I never​‌‍ imagined the Duplain⁠⁠​ family would once‍⁠⁠ again be so⁠‍⁠ full of vitality…”​​

“Isn’t​ that a good‌‍⁠ thing? In the⁠ center of the‍ continent, the rumors​‌​ that the Duplain‍​‌ family was in​ decline have already⁠‌​ been left behind‍‍‌ for quite some⁠ time.”

“Yes…⁠ that’s true, but…⁠‌ it seems my‍ sister doesn’t see​ it that way…”⁠⁠

Click!​‍‌

Whoosh!⁠​

At⁠ that moment, the‌ door to the⁠​​ guest hall burst⁠‌ open forcefully.

“Dereck!⁠ I heard you’d⁠​ already returned! Oh,⁠ the door creaks​​⁠ a bit… I’ll‍​ have to order‍⁠ them to lubricate⁠‌​ it…”

“Lady⁠​ Aiselin.”

“It’s⁠‌ been a long‌‍​ time. Did the‍ trip to the​⁠​ north go well?”​

If⁠​ Diella’s appearance was⁠ the most exhausted⁠⁠‍ Dereck had ever⁠ seen, Aiselin was​ the complete opposite.​

She‌​‌ overflowed with energy.​​⁠

Moreover,‌ it was the‌‌ beginning of spring.‌‍‍

Like​ green sprouts emerging‌ from the grass,​ Aiselin’s face was‌⁠‍ full of vitality.‌

As‍⁠ always, she wore‍‌ an elegant noble⁠ outfit, impeccably arranged,⁠​‍ and carried in‍⁠​ one arm a thick stack of‌⁠ documents pressed tightly⁠‌‍ against her chest.⁠​

To‍ Aiselin’s eyes, that‍ bundle of papers‍ seemed more beautiful‌‌‌ than any bouquet⁠⁠‍ of fresh flowers,​‌ and the fact‌‍ that it was⁠⁠‌ classified so neatly‍ by categories was‍​‌ especially striking.

Although‍ everyone working within‍ the academy, whose⁠‌ opening was practically‍ ready, wore faces‌ of extreme exhaustion,⁠‌​ Aiselin alone radiated‌‍⁠ a dazzling vitality,⁠‌ like a freshly⁠ bloomed flower.

Dereck‍ had to admit‌ it. He might‌ not know what​​​ kind of superior‍⁠‌ she was, but‌ from his point​​‌ of view, there‌ was no one‌⁠ more reliable than‍‍⁠ Aiselin.

“What​ do you think?⁠‍ It turned out‌​​ well, didn’t it,‍ Dereck? I’ll give​ you a tour⁠⁠ inside. This main‌ building is the​ Delphinia Pavilion, and⁠⁠ using this pavilion​⁠⁠ as a reference,‍‍‌ the classroom buildings‍ are concentrated to‍‌ the east. The‌⁠​ building where the​‌‌ ladies’ education is​‍ mainly conducted is‍‍ the Silver Crown​​ Pavilion. The magic​ classrooms extend from‌​ the Ravenclaw Pavilion‍ to the Ribelten‌ Pavilion. The dormitories‍ are to the⁠ west, in Amaryllis‍ House, and to​ the north we’ve‍‌​ prepared a large‍‍‌ training field. In⁠ addition, along the⁠ southern path that​ connects to the⁠‌ main mansion, I plan to install​‌ various cultural facilities⁠‍​ for the young​ ladies.”

“When​​ you say facilities…‍⁠ what kind of​‌ facilities exactly do⁠​ you mean?”

“In⁠​ addition to Ebelstein,⁠ I made business‍‍​ trips to the‍ Rotein Commercial League‌‍ and even to‌⁠‍ the port city​ of Bullix. There⁠‌ were many merchants‌ and artisans who‌​ were interested. They‍ told me that⁠‍ if they could⁠‌ establish business relations​​​ in advance with⁠ an educational institution‌ of this size,⁠⁠‌ they would even‍⁠​ be willing to​‍​ invest additional capital.‍​‍ That means the‍ budget will increase.”‍​‌

While‌‌ Dereck was in​‍ the north, Aiselin​‌‍ seemed to have⁠‍‍ made no fewer‌ than three trips​ to major cities.​⁠‍

“No…​ and how did‍​ you manage to‌‍​ keep up with‍ your studies during​​​ all that time?”‍⁠‍

“Sitting‍‍‌ around doing nothing‌ in a carriage‍​ is boring. Besides,​​ I don’t usually‍​ sleep much at⁠‍⁠ night.”

“…”⁠⁠

“During⁠⁠‌ your absence, too‍⁠​ many matters requiring‍⁠‍ approval piled up.‍ If it wouldn’t‍‍ be too much‍​ trouble… could you​⁠⁠ review them all​‍ right now?”

Aiselin​​ had carefully selected‍‍ only the matters​​ that required Dereck’s‍ direct confirmation, but‍‍‍ even so, the⁠ number of documents​‌ was so large​ that she could⁠​ barely hold them⁠‌ with one arm.‌​‍

Dereck‌ seriously considered whether​​ it might be‍⁠‍ better to simply⁠‌⁠ hand the entire⁠​‌ academy over to​‌⁠ Aiselin.

“Everything‌​‍ moves along much‍​‌ more smoothly when‍‍ you’re seated as​‌ the general supervisor.”​‌‌

However,‌ Aiselin seemed to‌⁠‍ have perceived even‌​‍ that rather unworthy‌ thought.

The⁠​‍ pressure emanating from⁠ her bright, radiant‍‌⁠ smile was, without​​ exaggeration, more terrifying‌ than the beasts​‍​ lurking in the‌‍ labyrinth of the​ white zone or‌ the army of‌⁠​ corpses that once⁠​⁠ covered the Beltus‍​‍ mansion.

No⁠‍ matter what happened,‍ Dereck had to⁠‍​ remain in the‍ highest position as​ the final authority.⁠

Although‌‍‌ Aiselin was one‌‍ of the most‍ respected and revered​‍ nobles of the‍‌ southwest of the‌ continent, rather than⁠⁠ the qualities of‍ a ruler, she‌⁠‍ seemed to have‍‍ been born with‍ an innate talent⁠ for being a strategist or administrator.‌‌

For​‌ the first time‍‌ in his life,‌ Dereck felt an​ enormous and indescribable‍​ fear.

***‍‍

“I’d​ also like you‌ to review the​‍ faculty list. I’ve‍‌ already set the‌ start date for‌​ classes, so it‌​‌ would be ideal​ if you could‌‌ give the opening​⁠​ address that day.⁠‌⁠ If you need‌‍‌ it, I can⁠‌‌ prepare a draft.”​

“Lady‍⁠ Aiselin… don’t you‌​ feel that I’m‌⁠​ exploiting you too‌​ much?”

“Lord⁠‍⁠ Dereck… don’t misunderstand…‌ I think I like being squeezed⁠ for work… Now‌⁠‌ that I say‍‍‍ it out loud,‌‍‍ it’s a little​​‌ embarrassing…”

“…”‌​⁠

The⁠‍ sight of Aiselin⁠​ nervously twisting the‌​​ tips of her‍‍​ fingers, as if​‍‌ she had just⁠ confessed an inclination‌ impossible to mention,‌⁠​ was almost surreal.⁠

While⁠ inspecting the academy⁠‍‌ grounds together, Dereck⁠ decided to completely‍​ give in.

Like‌‌ it or not,​ from now on​ he was the⁠‍‌ general supervisor of‍⁠ the enormous Ravenclaw‌ Academy.

“The‍⁠​ enrollment list is‍⁠‌ practically closed. We‌ could accept a few more, but‌ for now there‌‌ will be around​‌‍ ninety-six students. It‌ may seem like‍ few for the⁠‍⁠ size of the​​ academy, but each​ will bring between‍‌​ ten and fifteen​‌​ servants, along with‌​ carriages and luggage,‍ so it will⁠‍ be quite chaotic.”​

“Then​‌ we’ll also have​​‌ to manage the​‍ merchants who enter‍‍ the commercial area.”‌‌

“Ah,⁠‍ I’ve already more⁠‍ or less arranged‍‍ that. I plan‍ to set up‍ a supervisory agency,‍‌ and I’m thinking‍⁠ of appointing Delbriton⁠ as the general⁠‍​ manager.”

Dereck​⁠‌ silently prayed for‌‍ Delbriton’s soul, whose‌​​ face was already‍‍‍ completely pale.

“Delbriton​ will be the⁠ general administrator of​​ the Ravenclaw Barony,‍​‍ chief secretary of‍‍ the Ravenclaw Academy,‌​ head of management‍ of the commercial⁠​⁠ district, chair of​ the advisory committee,‍ and director of​ academic support.”

“Then…‌​‌ what is your‍ position, Lady Aiselin?”​‌

“I’m⁠ fairly ordinary. Vice⁠⁠‌ chair of the​ operations committee, spokesperson‌​​ for the general⁠⁠⁠ supervisor, auditor, policy‍‌⁠ planner, personnel manager,​⁠ instructor of feminine‍ etiquette, welfare policy⁠⁠ auditor, and operations​ administrator… more or‍ less that. Nothing‌‌⁠ special, right?”

Dereck⁠⁠​ decided to remain‌‍ silent.

“In‍ any case, almost​ everything important is​ already decided. What​​ worries me most⁠‍ now is the‍⁠‍ audit that will⁠​​ come from the‍​ imperial palace.”

“When​ will it be?”‌‍​

“They‍​‍ said they would⁠ set the exact⁠‍ date at the‍⁠‍ beginning of spring,‍ so it will​‍​ be soon. An‌​‌ audit team of‍ seventeen people will‍⁠ come… and the‌ chief person in‍⁠‌ charge will be‍ none other than‍​ His Majesty Emperor​​ Gattrel.”

It⁠ was something Melverot​⁠‍ had already mentioned‌​ to him before.​

Emperor‌ Gattrel would come‍‍ in person.

Although,‌ considering the scale⁠ of the academy,​‌ it wasn’t that‌‍​ strange, for Aiselin,‍⁠ who had to⁠ prepare all the​‍ protocol, it was‌⁠ a tremendous burden.⁠​‍

Even​⁠ so, she seemed‍ determined to handle‍‌​ everything herself.

“Let’s‌⁠‌ see… the chief⁠⁠ person in charge‌​‍ will be His⁠‍ Majesty Emperor Gattrel,​ along with Chief⁠ Magical Counselor Kohella​​‌ and eight members​​ of the magical​‌​ council… about four⁠⁠⁠ high-ranking officials from⁠ Gremport Palace… and‌ in addition to⁠⁠ the escort… Princess‌ Roselin will also⁠‌⁠ come in person.”‍‌​

Each⁠ name was more⁠ unsettling than the‍ last.

Especially‍​ Princess Roselin, whom‌ Melverot had explicitly​⁠​ warned him to‍‌⁠ avoid.

In‍⁠ Gremport Palace, divided‌ by the weakening​ of Emperor Gattrel,⁠​‍ she was considered⁠‌ the person closest‌ to the imperial‍⁠ throne.

What‌‌​ kind of figure‍⁠⁠ someone capable of‍ dominating such a vast empire would‌‍⁠ be was impossible‌ to gauge at⁠‍‌ that moment.

“Then,⁠ to be safe,⁠‍ we have roughly⁠‍⁠ a week.”

“More​​‌ or less. We’ll‌‌ have to prepare​ the audience with⁠‍ His Majesty as​‍‍ soon as possible…”‌​

“Lady​​‌ Aiselin. As far​ as the academy‍⁠⁠ is concerned, didn’t⁠‍​ you say that​​​ I am the⁠ general supervisor?”

“…Eh?”​

Dereck​​‍ suddenly snatched the⁠ thick stack of⁠ documents from her‌ arms.

“Then‌ I’ll take this​​ opportunity to assign‍‌​ you a very‍​⁠ important task.”

“A…⁠​‌ an important task?”⁠

It​‍‍ wasn’t common for‌‍​ Dereck to emphasize​‍‌ something like that⁠‌​ personally.

Without​​ knowing what it‍‌ was, it was​ obvious that it‌⁠ would be work⁠⁠ of unimaginable intensity.‌​⁠

Aiselin‌ began to pant,‌​ her face completely​ flushed.

“W…‍ what task is⁠‍⁠ it?”

“From​‍​ now on, for‌​ three days, do‍​ absolutely nothing.”

“…?”‍

“Do‍ not act as​ vice chair of⁠​‌ the operations committee,​‍​ nor as spokesperson​ for the general⁠ supervisor, nor as​⁠ auditor, nor as​‌​ policy planner, nor⁠⁠‍ as personnel manager,​ nor as instructor⁠ of feminine etiquette,‍ nor as welfare‌​ auditor, nor as‍ operations administrator. Do‍ nothing. Just rest⁠ quietly at the‌​ mansion.”

Aiselin‌ swallowed.

“W…⁠‌ what are you​‌ saying, Lord Dereck?‌​ At a time⁠⁠‌ as busy as​ this…”

“The​ major matters are​​‍ already practically finished.​‌‍ Four days are‌​ enough to prepare‌ for the audit.”⁠

“B…‌‌ but everything has‍​ to be reviewed‍‌​ several times so​‍‌ that no problems‍⁠‌ occur…”

“I’m⁠‌‌ telling you clearly.‌​ Rest.”

Dereck‍ knew it. Between‍‍‌ the Duplain territory‍‍‌ and the Ravenclaw‍​ Barony, the only​​ person capable of⁠‌ taking work away⁠ from Aiselin was⁠ him.

She​‌ had already collapsed‍ once from overwork.‍​

For‌ Dereck, that had⁠​ been a very⁠ heavy blow. At​‌⁠ this moment, there⁠ had to be‌ at least one​‌ person capable of​ putting a brake‍‍ on her.

“Haah……”⁠

Aiselin‍ put on the​‍ expression of a warrior who had‍‍​ just lost her⁠​ homeland.

It​⁠ looked as if‍‍ lightning and gales‍​‍ were crashing down​ behind her.

“Haah……………………………………………………………………………”‌​​

Dereck​​ felt he had‌​ seen that vacant⁠ look before.

It‌​ was exactly the⁠⁠ same face a large dog made​ when it was⁠ forbidden to go​‌​ out for a walk for health​ reasons.

Either‍‍ way, it was⁠⁠‌ necessary.

***‌

“….”​​⁠

When‍​ Delbriton confirmed that‍‌ Dereck had taken‍ into his hands⁠⁠ the enormous stack⁠ of documents Aiselin⁠⁠ had been carrying,‍ his eyes filled‍ with tears and‍​‌ he began to⁠‌ sob, deeply moved.​‌⁠

It‍ was the first⁠‍ time Dereck had⁠‌ ever seen that⁠ man, always so⁠⁠ cold and rational,‍‌‍ show such an‌ emotional reaction, so‍⁠⁠ he decided to‌‍ pretend he hadn’t‍‌ seen anything.

Since​‌⁠ he had come‍⁠ all the way‍‍‍ to the Duplain​⁠ territory, Dereck thought‍ he might at⁠‍ least go see‍‌‍ Leigh’s face before​‍ leaving, and headed⁠​‍ toward the mansion.‌‌

While⁠‍‌ reviewing the documents⁠‌ one by one‌‌ inside the carriage,‌ he couldn’t help⁠‌‍ but be impressed‌⁠ by how meticulously⁠‍‌ organized they were.‍‍

‘Does⁠⁠‍ she really spend‌​ the entire day‍ without resting, just​⁠ working and studying…?’​​

After‌​ organizing the pending‍ matters, the carriage‍​ arrived at the⁠ mansion and Dereck‌​⁠ dismounted. At that‌⁠ moment, in the‌​​ main hall of​‌ the Duplain residence,​‌‌ he caught sight⁠​ of a familiar‍‍ figure.

It​⁠‌ had been so​‌⁠ long that he​ almost didn’t recognize‌ him, but as⁠‌ he drew closer‌ and saw those​​ tufts of unkempt⁠‌‍ beard sticking out‍ here and there,⁠ along with the​ red hair pulled‌‍‌ back like a tail, he identified‌​‌ him immediately.

“Oh,‍⁠ well, look who’s​​‌ here. Guaaah… ah,‍‌ sorry.”

Even​ that pathetic image‍ of someone who​ belched whenever alcohol‌ got the better‍‌‍ of him was​‍​ still intact.

The‌​‍ inveterate gambler, Linus.‌

Although​​‍ he hadn’t seen‍​​ him in a long time, it⁠‌‍ was impossible not‍​‌ to recognize him.​

He‌‌ was the eldest​ son who had⁠​ fled from the⁠ Belmierd family, Ellen’s​ older brother, and‍‍ the person who⁠​ had most actively⁠⁠‍ helped Dereck obtain⁠ the title of‌ baron.

However,​ no one knew​ for certain why‌⁠ he had abandoned‍‍‍ such a prestigious‌‍ family as the‍​ Belmierd.

He⁠‍ was nothing more‍​​ than a loafer‍​‌ who wasted his‌ days drifting between‌​ gambling tables and‍​ taverns.

For⁠‌​ someone like that‌⁠‍ to appear in​ the main hall⁠⁠ of the Duplain‌⁠ mansion was, at‌ the very least,​ strange.

“What‌ brings you all‌⁠ the way here?‌​⁠ I was under​‌ the impression that‌‍ you didn’t usually⁠⁠ frequent noble residences.”‍‍

“That’s‍ true. But well,​‌ I just came⁠‌ to drink a bit with an⁠‍ old friend, Leigh.‌​ It seems he’s‌​​ doing as well​‍​ as ever.”

“Were⁠‍ you also close‍ to young master​⁠​ Leigh?”

“Of‌‍​ course. Just so⁠‌ you know, the​⁠‌ only thing I can really brag⁠​ about is the‍​ network of connections⁠‍ I built back‌​ when I was‌​ a noble. Hahaha.”⁠

Linus⁠‍⁠ shook the bottle‌​ of liquor and​⁠⁠ let out a carefree laugh.

Perhaps‍ his greatest weapon​⁠‌ was precisely that⁠ ease in getting​​‌ along with anyone.⁠‌‍

Thanks‍‌ to his wide‌⁠ network of contacts,‍‌‌ he always managed⁠‌⁠ to obtain information​​⁠ that was anything​‍​ but trivial.

“Won’t‍‌ our Lord Baron‍⁠‌ have a drink​‌ as well? I brought some interesting‌​ news about Princess‍⁠ Roselin of the⁠​ imperial family.”

“Interesting​‌‌ news…?”

“If⁠⁠ I tell you‍⁠ it has to‍‍ do with a six-star mage, does⁠ that pique your‌‍​ interest a bit⁠‌ more? I don’t​ know if you’ll​​ believe me, but…”‌

Seeing‌ Dereck frown, Linus‍⁠ broke into an‍ even deeper smile.⁠⁠

He‍ knew very well‍ that Dereck would‌‌⁠ not ignore what​​‍ he was about‌ to say.

“In​​ Ebelstein, you know?‍ They say there’s⁠‌‌ a six-star confusion‍​ mage. Sounds ridiculous,‌ doesn’t it?”

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