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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 18: Journey (2)

Chapter 18: Journey (2)

Swish!​⁠

Bluish‍​‌ magic gathered at​​​ her fingertips and​‌ then vanished completely.⁠​‍

At‌‌ the edge of‍⁠​ the ancient training‌⁠ grounds, Aiselin lifted‍‌ the hem of‌​‌ her dress and‍⁠ greeted her opponent⁠‌ with an elegant‌​‌ smile.

“Excellent‍ work.”

Marble‌‍ statues sculpted by‍⁠ old masters, gleaming⁠ wooden floors, and​​ oak pillars surrounded⁠⁠ the space. The​​ polished spectator stands⁠​ were adorned with​ purple velvet cushions.‌​ Every detail exuded⁠‌ luxury, and the⁠ surrounding space was⁠⁠⁠ cleared enough for‌‍ spectators to bring⁠‌​ their attendants.

On‍‌⁠ the opposite end‍⁠​ of the opulent​​⁠ dueling hall, a desperate young noblewoman‌‍‌ sat. She was‍‍‌ the youngest daughter‌​​ of the Glaven‍ Barony.

She⁠‌ had earned the‌‌​ chance to duel⁠‍ Lady Aiselin—one of‍‌ the brightest stars⁠‍ in Ebelstain’s social⁠‍​ circles—but the match⁠ had ended in‌ less than a minute.

She‍‌ should have calmed⁠‌⁠ her nerves from⁠‌ the night before,⁠​ studied more, but‍‌ she had been‍⁠ so mesmerized by⁠ Lady Aiselin’s graceful‍ use of magic​​‌ that the duel⁠​ was over before⁠‍‌ she even realized.‍⁠ She was deeply‌ disappointed to have‌‌⁠ wasted such a golden opportunity.

“I‍​ hope I may‍‌ learn from you⁠‍‌ again in the​ future.”

Lady⁠ Aiselin descended from​ the podium under‌‌⁠ the admiring gazes​⁠​ of numerous nobles.‍‌​

***‍⁠⁠

If⁠ anyone mentions the​‍ largest city in‌‍ the Western Empire,‍ it’s undoubtedly Ebelstain.‌

True‌‍ to its nickname,‌ “the city of‌ a thousand faces,”⁠‌‍ this place has​ many sides—from slums⁠ to shopping districts‍ to residential areas.​ Among Ebelstain’s various‍ neighborhoods, the noble​‌ district stands out​⁠ like a flower⁠‍​ in a field.‌ Commoners simply call​⁠ it the aristocratic‌ district.

The‍ noble district lies‍‍ outside Ebelstain’s northern‍‍‍ walls, where nobles​⁠ from all western‍​‍ provinces gather. Upon⁠ entering, one is​ greeted with a view completely unlike​ anything before.

The​ run-down wooden houses​​​ disappear, replaced by‍ imposing mansions lined⁠⁠​ with manicured gardens,⁠⁠ fountains, and ancient​⁠‌ statues.

Compared‍ to the slums⁠​‌ where Dereck had​⁠‍ lived, this noble⁠​‌ path in Ebelstain​⁠‌ might as well⁠⁠ be a paradise.​ Instead of the​ stench of rotting⁠‌ food, the air‍ smelled of flowers;‌‌ instead of muddy‌ paths, pristine pavements⁠‍⁠ stretched forward.

Shops⁠​ between the mansions​ sold only luxury‍ goods, and the⁠‌ carriages on the​​‌ streets were ornately⁠⁠ decorated for high-ranking‌⁠‍ guests.

Walking‌⁠ among blooming cherry‌ blossoms, one could‌‍‍ look up at⁠⁠ the blue sky‌​​ and watch petals​‌ drift gently through​ garden courtyards. The⁠ nobles’ attire dazzled​​ the eye. The‍ men wore fine‍ brocade jackets and‍​⁠ elaborately patterned vests.‌ The women were‍ dressed in silk‌⁠​ gowns adorned with⁠ jewels.

No​‌⁠ one looked unkempt.‌‌​ Their dignity was​ reminiscent of a royal palace.

Seeing​​‍ the sunlit plaza,⁠ it wasn’t hard​‌ to imagine you’d​‍ stepped into another⁠‌ world. The contrast⁠ with the grimy⁠⁠‍ slums was beyond⁠‌ description.

“Recently,⁠⁠⁠ Miss Aiselin seems‍⁠ to be in‌‍‍ high spirits. At‍‍‌ the last gathering,‍​ she looked quite‍ troubled. I was​​ afraid it would⁠​ affect her porcelain‍ skin.”

“Was‌‌‍ it that obvious?‌‍​ I didn’t mean⁠⁠ to cause worry…​ But in any‍‍ case, most of‌ my concerns have‍​ been resolved, and⁠ I feel much‍‍ lighter now.”

On‌​ one side of‍ the central path​ in the noble‍⁠​ district, a tea‌‌ house adorned with‌ beautiful flowers served‌⁠‍ as a meeting‌ place for noblewomen.​‌‍

After​‌ completing their morning​ magical duel practice,⁠⁠ acquaintances gathered to​‌ converse.

Passersby​‍⁠ couldn’t help but‌​ look. Among them‌ were the most‍ admired figures of‌‌⁠ Ebelstain’s nobility.

Lady‌ Denice of the‍ Ducal House of‌​⁠ Beltus.

Lady​‍‍ Aiselin of the​‌ Ducal House of⁠‍ Duplain.

Lady‍​‌ Elente of the​ Kingdom of Bellmead.‌

Among‍‌‍ the noble families‍‍​ of the Western‌‍ Empire, these three‌ were the most​ influential young ladies.‌ They didn’t gather⁠​⁠ with any grand‍ agenda but simply⁠⁠‌ had a habit⁠ of socializing regularly.‌⁠

The‌‍ Rose Salon.

An⁠⁠ association formed around⁠⁠​ the nobility supported‍​ by these three‌ houses.

They⁠‌ met to exchange‌ knowledge on magic,‍‍ engage in artistic​‍ pursuits, or participate⁠⁠​ in light sports.​

The⁠​ Rose Salon was,‌ in fact, the‍‍ most prestigious magical​ salon in high​⁠ society.

Many⁠ nobles in Ebelstain‌‍ vied for an‍⁠ invitation to these‌⁠⁠ gatherings, as this⁠ was where the‍ truly powerful assembled.​⁠

Though⁠ it called itself⁠ a magical salon,⁠ magic was just‍​​ one part. It⁠​ was a place‌‍‍ to exchange ideas‌​ on art, culture,​​‌ and politics. All‌ sorts of stories‌‍ emerged there, including​‌ rumors circulating among‌ noble families.

“I​ was very worried‌​​ when I heard​ Miss Aiselin had‍ ventured outside the‍⁠ noble district to‌‌ help someone. Especially‍‌​ near the slums‌ or taverns—such places‍‌ are dangerous. Please​ be careful.”

“…Thank​‍​ you for your⁠‌‍ concern. Actually, I needed to find⁠​⁠ someone to teach‍‌‍ magic to my‌⁠ younger sister, Diella.”‍‍

“Diella?​​ From House Duplain…?”⁠⁠

Beneath⁠ the warm sun,​ Lady Denice asked​‍ cautiously while lifting‍ her teacup.

Even‍ someone as esteemed⁠‌ as Lady Aiselin‌ wasn’t without flaws.‌ Her younger sister⁠ was one of‌‍ them.

Spreading​‍ rumors about a troublesome woman in​ one’s own family‌⁠ was undesirable, so‌​‍ most houses tried‌‌‌ to suppress such⁠‌ talk. But there‍​ was a limit.‍‌ Among the servants‍⁠‌ who had left​ House Duplain or‌ the magic tutors⁠ who had tried‍​ to teach her,​​ Diella’s reputation was​⁠⁠ well known.

No​ one expected Lady‍ Aiselin herself to‌ bring up those⁠‌‌ rumors, as no‌‍‌ one dared speak‌ of them in​‍ her presence.

“I​ visited the mansion‌​ recently and saw‌‍⁠ Diella. She’s become​‌‌ a refined young‍⁠ lady—you wouldn’t recognize‌​⁠ her. She’s even⁠‍‍ manifested first-level magic…‍​ and her demeanor‍ is so elegant‌​ it made me​​ think I must​‍‍ try harder myself.”‍‌

“…Miss‌​‌ Diella accomplished that?”⁠‍

“Yes.‌ Even I, as⁠‍ her elder sister,⁠ was surprised by​‍‌ how much she‌‌ has changed… It’s‌​ like seeing the‌ innocent child she​ once was, and⁠⁠ that fills me‌ with happiness. Lately,‌‌‌ I catch myself‌​ humming or smiling​‌​ for no reason—almost‍​‌ light-headed. I always‌ make sure not⁠⁠ to appear too⁠‌⁠ frivolous.”

Lady‌⁠ Aiselin’s smile bloomed‌‍‌ like a flower.​​​ Lady Elente, seated‍​ calmly beside her,​‍​ sipped her tea⁠⁠ while reading a few pamphlets, then​⁠⁠ glanced sideways.

With⁠ her cool demeanor‍‍​ and loose red⁠‌‌ hair, Lady Elente⁠​ tilted her head‍​⁠ slightly and asked‌‌​ quietly:

“Then,‌ have you found‍ a good magic⁠​ instructor?”

“Yes.‌‍ His status or​‌⁠ skills may not‍ be extraordinary for‍‌ a magic tutor…‌⁠‌ but he seems‍​​ to have exceptional‍​‌ teaching talent. I never imagined anyone‌‍⁠ could guide Diella‌ so well in‌ such a short​‌⁠ time.”

“That’s​‍​ remarkable. Finding a magic tutor these‍ days is said​ to be harder​⁠ than plucking a star from the‍​ sky—Miss Aiselin, you’ve​‌ made quite a contribution.”

“What⁠ did I do?​‍​ All the credit⁠‍ goes to Mr.​ Dereck. Ah, Dereck⁠ is the name​​ of the magic​⁠ tutor. He’s a former mercenary from⁠⁠ the Beldern Mercenary⁠‍‍ Corps, and his‍⁠ magical power is​​ extraordinary. Even his‌ method of channeling‍⁠⁠ mana is unique—”​​‌

A mercenary by origin.⁠‌​ Those words weaved‌⁠ into Lady Aiselin’s⁠⁠‍ enthusiastic explanation of‌‌ Dereck.

Hearing​ them, both Lady​ Elente and Lady‍​‍ Denice felt a chill at their⁠⁠‌ fingertips. They couldn’t​⁠ believe a low-born‍​‍ mercenary was teaching‌‌⁠ a lady of​‌‍ the prestigious House⁠‌‍ Duplain.

Lady‌​‌ Aiselin was known⁠ for her open-mindedness​ and fairness, but⁠ the other two‍⁠​ Rose Salon ladies‍​⁠ weren’t like that.​‍ They could only‍ smile awkwardly.

However,​ Lady Elente’s reaction​ was slightly different.​‌‌

“If⁠ it’s Diella Catherine⁠​ Duplain… isn’t she‍ that infamous troublemaker⁠‍​ the chef spoke‌ of…?”

The​‍ chef of Countess‌ Belmiard’s estate, where‍ Lady Elente lived,‌​ was from House​ Duplain. He had‌⁠‌ been struck and‍ dismissed for serving‍⁠ Diella soup that‍‍⁠ was too hot.‍‌​

The⁠ burly chef held‌ a deep grudge​ against Diella. After‍⁠⁠ being dismissed, he‍ wandered until Countess‌⁠ Belmiard took him⁠‍ in. He now‍⁠ served her with‍​​ gratitude and loyalty.‌

“From⁠​​ what I heard,⁠​ it’s as if​ that little demon‍ never existed… Not‌‌ only reforming someone⁠‌ like that, but⁠ turning her into‍⁠ a first-level mage…?”​⁠‌

It⁠‌ was hard to⁠‌ believe that someone⁠‌ who could barely‍ use magic had‍⁠ become a first-level‌‌ mage in such​‍ a short time.‌ But the source​​‌ of the information​‍ was Lady Aiselin.‍​‌

Lady⁠ Elente knew well​⁠⁠ that Lady Aiselin‌ never bragged without‍​ reason. Her gaze‍​ sharpened.

Lady‌​ Elente was someone⁠‌ who never overlooked⁠ stories of rare‍​ talent.

***‌⁠

Miriela‌ felt both joy‌ and frustration.

It​‌ had been a long time since‌ she experienced such​‍⁠ mixed emotions, and⁠⁠⁠ not even with‌ her dear daughter‌⁠‌ Diella in front‌ of her could‌‌ she find the​​‍ words.

“The‍ tea leaves are⁠​ from Delarvail’s shop‌‌‌ in Ebelstain, brought‌ specially by Sister‌​⁠ Aiselin. I haven’t⁠ had them in‍‌ ages, but the⁠‍​ aroma is just‌ as I remember.”⁠​

In​‍ the ladies’ reception⁠‌⁠ room. After finishing‍‍ all her etiquette‍‌​ lessons for the‍⁠ day, Diella had​‌ rushed to her​​‍ room and now⁠ sat elegantly at‌​ the tea table,⁠​‍ speaking in a refined tone.

What​‍⁠ could be said?⁠‍‌ Her demeanor was⁠ everything Lady Miriela⁠ had hoped for—full⁠‌‍ of the elegance⁠ befitting a young​‌​ noblewoman.

With‌​‍ Aiselin’s flawless example⁠​ nearby and numerous‌​ etiquette books for​ reference, she had‌​ all the resources⁠ she needed. Before‍ she went astray,‌​ she had taken‌⁠‌ etiquette lessons, and⁠ her instructor, Dereck,‍ hadn’t ignored those.⁠ Combining these factors,​ she had enough‍ knowledge to act​ like a noble⁠‌​ lady.

It‍‌ wasn’t that she‍⁠​ couldn’t before—she simply‍ didn’t want to.‌

Miriela‍⁠ knew that, but⁠​⁠ she never thought‍ someone like Diella‍‍ could be reformed‍ so completely.

“Di-Diella.​​‍ I understand you’ve‌​​ been studying etiquette​‌⁠ on your own.”‌‍

“Yes.​ Some self-study, and‍ Dereck taught me‌‌‌ a bit. I can’t stay a child forever.”

“…Indeed.‍​‌ Studying on your‍‌‌ own is very‌‌ admirable.”

“Yes.‌ I studied on‌​ my own, and⁠‍ Dereck also taught‌ me.”

“Were‍ there any parts⁠ of self-study that‍‍⁠ you found difficult?”​‌‍

“There‌​ were a few⁠ hurdles, but Dereck​ knew more than‍⁠ I expected.”

Dereck,‍ Dereck, Dereck.

The‌ subtle emphasis on​ Dereck’s contributions was​ significant. Miriela had​⁠ to resist the⁠ urge to hold​​‍ her head in​​‌ her hands.

Dereck‌ had supposedly taught‍ Diella what it​⁠‍ meant to be‌ a noblewoman. Despite⁠ the facts, that⁠ was what Diella⁠‍ claimed. Dereck wasn’t‍ an etiquette instructor.‍ His knowledge was‌ surely limited.

It‌‍ was true that‌​‌ Diella’s etiquette was⁠‌‍ still quite basic…​‌ But this was‍‌ Diella, of all​ people. Diella, who​⁠‌ had gone through‍‍ so much turmoil,‌​ now displayed true‍⁠ grace.

Miriela⁠‍‍ remembered the expressions‌​ of the servants‍​ as they walked‍​ together to the​ reception room—their eyes​⁠ nearly popped from‍ their sockets at​‍‌ seeing Diella act‌​‌ with such refinement.‍‍⁠ They rubbed their‍​​ eyes in disbelief​‌‍ or pinched their‌‌ cheeks.

It‌⁠ wasn’t hard to‌‍ predict the rumors‌ that would soon‍ spread through the​⁠ mansion.

“The⁠ new instructor, Dereck,⁠⁠ has refined Diella’s‍​ elegance.”

“It⁠‌‍ must be Dereck.”‍‌

“Nobody‌‌⁠ thought that wild⁠⁠​ child could be‍ reformed, but he’s​⁠ an exceptional instructor.”‍

Such‌‍ remarks were easy‌ to imagine. This​‍ meant Miriela’s justification‌⁠ for firing Dereck​​‍ would soon disappear.‌

Hadn’t⁠‍ she always opposed‍⁠ Dereck’s hire because‍‌ he would tarnish‍ noble dignity?

But‌⁠ if Diella was‌‌ now properly learning​⁠‌ noble etiquette, Miriela’s‌ authority would be‍​ trampled.

Whatever​‍‌ the case, it​​‍ was checkmate. Miriela⁠‍ felt her mind‍ going blank.

***​​

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Dereck‌‍‍ was diligently studying‍‌‌ the three-star grimoire⁠⁠‍ he had brought,⁠ after receiving permission​ to read it‌ at the desk‌‌​ in his private​​ room.

However,⁠‍‌ even Dereck, born⁠ with exceptional magical‍ talent among commoners,‌⁠ could not easily‍ master three-star magic​‌‍ at his age.‌​‌

Among‍‍ commoners, those who​⁠⁠ reached the three-star​‌ level were respectable⁠‍ men who had‌‌ devoted their entire‌​ lives to magic,​ or elderly wizards.​

For⁠⁠‍ Dereck, still young⁠ and inexperienced, this⁠‍ level was slightly​‌ out of reach.​

“Hmm…​⁠​ The knowledge of⁠⁠‍ the Regulated Academy‌⁠ is a bit‍ rough. Learning through‍ hands-on application is‍ most effective for​‍‌ me… but it’s⁠ hard to do‌ in this environment.”​

Most⁠⁠⁠ of the spells⁠ he had learned‌​⁠ so far were​⁠⁠ quickly mastered through‌ field application as‍‍⁠ a mercenary.

That​​​ was how most‍​‌ wild-academy mages learned.​ Although it felt⁠⁠ somewhat limiting, Dereck‌⁠ experienced a strange‍⁠ sense of satisfaction.​

For‌‌ some unknown reason,​⁠⁠ he felt that‍ if he worked⁠​⁠ hard in his⁠⁠​ research, he might​‍ be able to‍⁠‌ reach the three-star⁠ level. It was⁠ a strange intuition,‍​⁠ lacking any logical‌ basis.

“Isn’t‌ it said that‌⁠‍ magic and ambition​ are inseparable?”

He⁠ recalled the words‌ of his mentor,⁠‌‍ Katia.

–Knock,​ tock.

At​⁠ that moment, someone‌‌‌ knocked on the‌​‍ door to his​ private room. Before‍ Dereck could answer,‍‌​ the door opened​‍‍ and a broad-shouldered‌⁠‌ man entered.

It‌ was Leigh, the‌ second son of⁠⁠​ the noble Duplain‌ family.

With⁠⁠ muscles bulging in​‌​ his arms, he‌​ swaggered in and⁠​ stopped firmly, silently⁠‌‍ observing Dereck.

“What‍ brings you here?”​⁠⁠

“…I​​ came to talk‌⁠ about Diella.”

“…?”‍⁠

Dereck‍‌‍ closed the book‍‌‌ and placed it‌ on the table.​‌​ When Leigh glanced​‍​ at it and‍ recognized it as​ a three-star grimoire,⁠ he flinched.

Wondering​⁠ why Dereck was⁠⁠ reading a three-star​ magic book that​⁠⁠ even he couldn’t‍‌ comprehend, Leigh recalled‌⁠‍ the words of​ Grand Duke Duplain.‌⁠

Dereck’s⁠‌ current magical level⁠‌‌ was on a different plane than‌‌ his own. Whether‌‌​ Leigh, heir to​​ Duplain’s bloodline, could⁠​ surpass him in​‌⁠ the future was‌‍ uncertain, but for​‌ now, their levels‌‍ were not comparable.⁠ He shouldn’t challenge​ him recklessly. Only​​‍ someone like Valerian⁠​ could serve as‌ a worthy match.​‍

Leigh​ remembered those words​‍ were not empty.‌⁠​ Furthermore, access to‌‌‍ three-star grimoires was⁠‌​ restricted without the⁠ Grand Duke’s permission.‌

Leigh‍​⁠ narrowed his eyes‌ and finally sat⁠​‍ down across from‍ Dereck.

His⁠ serious demeanor made‍‌ Dereck straighten his⁠⁠ posture as well.​‍

“You‍ came all the‍‍‍ way here to‍‍ ask me something…​ What is it?”‍‍⁠

“…Don’t‍‌ misunderstand, just listen.”​

“Understood.”​

“…”​⁠

With‌​ a serious face,‍ Leigh asked:

“What⁠ do teenage girls​‍ like these days…?”‌⁠​

“…”⁠

“Would⁠⁠‌ they like it‌ if I made​‍‍ them a doll,‍​ embroidered to look⁠ like them?”

“That⁠ wouldn’t work at‌​⁠ all.”

Recalling‍​‌ Valerian’s horrified expression,​⁠‌ Dereck quickly dissuaded‌‌ Leigh.

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