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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 19: Journey (3)

Chapter 19: Journey (3)

“Well,⁠​ anyway, I personally⁠‍ thank you.”

Leigh,‍ after chatting for⁠‍‍ a while, spoke‍ seriously in a more relaxed atmosphere.​

“Things‍‍​ at home have‌‍⁠ been good lately.⁠ It seems that​ brother Valerian can⁠​ now focus on‍⁠⁠ domain affairs, and‍​‌ our father, though​ he doesn’t show‌⁠ it much, seems‌‍ satisfied.”

“Really?​⁠ It’s hard to​⁠⁠ understand the Grand‍ Duke’s feelings.”

“Well,‍​ it’s hard for⁠​ me too. Heh.”​

Leigh‌‍⁠ crossed his legs‍ in a relaxed‌⁠ posture, stroked his‍ chin a few‌⁠​ times, and then‍ sighed.

“Yeah,⁠​ I guess I have to accept⁠⁠ what must be‌​‍ accepted.”

“…”​

“People​‍​ can change. Especially‌ those in that⁠‍ age group, even‌ more so.”

Leigh,‍⁠⁠ with a distant‍‌ look in his‌⁠ eyes, seemed to⁠‍ be recalling the‌ past.

It‌⁠ wasn’t hard to⁠ guess why he⁠ harbored resentment toward‌‍⁠ Diella, but delving‌ into that specific⁠‍ incident was another‌ matter. He didn’t​⁠⁠ like Diella, but​‌‌ after their last⁠ duel, he had⁠⁠ to acknowledge her⁠​ inner growth. At‌‍ this moment, it​​‍ seemed he had⁠​‍ revised his former‍ low opinion of‍‍ her.

“She‌‌ uses first-tier magic,‍⁠⁠ but her way⁠​⁠ of channeling mana⁠ is unique. It​​ feels like… how​‌ should I say​ this?… like painting.”​​

“You‌⁠‍ noticed the difference?”⁠‍

“Of​​ course, I saw‍​ it firsthand. I don’t think Diella‌⁠​ learned the rules‌‍‌ and system-based theories‌⁠⁠ that we nobles⁠‌ follow.”

Leigh‍ was more perceptive‌ than expected. After​‌ all, he was‍‌ a prodigy born​‌‌ into the Duplain‍⁠‍ family lineage.

His⁠ achievements might not​⁠ compare to his⁠‍ brother Valerian’s, but​ his innate sensitivity‍‍ to mana was‌ not inferior at‌‍ all.

“Diella‌⁠ uses magic differently?”​‌

“Yes.‌ The mana usage‍‌ in the Wild​‌‍ Academy varies significantly⁠‌ from person to‌ person. Perhaps… once⁠ she reaches a certain level, she⁠ won’t need me⁠ to teach her⁠⁠‍ anymore; she’ll be​‌ able to learn‌​⁠ on her own.⁠‍‌ At that point,⁠ honestly, any so-called‌‌⁠ ‘instruction’ might actually⁠‌ become a hindrance.”​

“That‌ alone sounds quite‍ special.”

Leigh​ closed his eyes⁠‌ tightly.

He‍​‌ seemed to be‍‍ reflecting on Diella’s​​​ past—one filled with⁠⁠‌ failures, leading her⁠‍ to silently isolate⁠‌ herself in the​​ pavilion.

Then,‌‌ with a voice‍​ that was neither​‍ too emotional nor‍⁠⁠ too cold, Leigh‌ said:

“The‍ days to see‌⁠​ the light will‍​⁠ surely come.”

***‍​⁠

And​‌ so, spring arrived.‍⁠

If‍​ life had four‍‌ seasons, it recently‍ felt like an‌​ eternal spring.

At⁠⁠ least for Diella.‌

While​ other family members⁠⁠‍ might be busy​ with estate matters‌⁠ or larger issues…​ for Diella, who⁠‍‍ could devote herself⁠‍​ solely to training,‌⁠ the whole world‍ felt like a warm paradise.

Her​‍​ magical abilities seemed​‍ to progress with‌ each practice session.‍‌ As often happens⁠​ in learning, once​ you begin to‍​⁠ feel your own‌⁠⁠ improvement, it becomes‌ more enjoyable than⁠‌ any form of⁠ entertainment.

The‌​‌ liberal arts classes‌‌‌ were also more⁠‍ manageable than expected.‌ Playing piano and​ arranging flowers herself⁠​ were quite enjoyable,​‍ so she practiced‌ them in her‌ room even during​ her free time⁠⁠ without being asked.⁠‌​

Walking‍ through the garden‍⁠ bathed in warm‌ sunlight, the servants‍ no longer sweated​ nervously at the⁠ sight of Diella.‍ Sometimes, a bold‍⁠ servant would comment‌ on the nice‌⁠⁠ weather, and Diella‌ could now respond‌‌⁠ with genuine grace.‍​

The‍ servants working in‌‍‌ the pavilion began‍‍ to sincerely believe⁠‌ in Diella and‍‍⁠ followed her, maintaining‌ their appearance and​⁠ behavior impeccably. Butler​⁠‍ Delron would greet‍ her with a gentle smile, and‍ Diella, in turn,‍​⁠ could reflect on⁠ how much she‍ had grown since⁠⁠‍ childhood.

She,⁠‌ who once showed‌ no interest in​‍ worldly affairs, was‌‍ now beginning to​​‍ pay attention to⁠‌‌ her surroundings. The‍ low-ranking servants, who‌⁠​ always seemed to‍‍‍ be watching her,‍⁠‍ were actually more⁠ admirable and skilled⁠ than she had‍⁠‍ thought.

How‌ busy and capable​‍ the housekeeper Katarina‍‍⁠ was. How early⁠ the scolded servants‍ began their daily‍ duties in the‌‌ mansion.

How​‍ delicious the soup‌ prepared by the‍‍ chef who once‌ worked in the‌​ royal palace was.‌​‌ The quality of​​​ the spices sprinkled​​ at the end.‌⁠‍ The subtle flavor‍​​ of the black‌‌ tea served at​​‍ tea time. The‌ depth of its‌‌⁠ aroma.

She​​ picked up her‌ brush again.

Sometimes,⁠⁠‍ when she had⁠​​ time, she would‍‌ take her easel‍⁠ and canvas to⁠ the garden, painting‍⁠⁠ the diligent gardener​‌ or the profile⁠‌‍ of the great​‌‌ house at sunset.⁠⁠ Most didn’t understand‌‌ her style, full‍‌ of empty space,⁠‍​ but she didn’t‌​‌ care and painted‌ what she liked.​‍

Dipping​ her brush in‍ the well-mixed paint‍⁠ and tracing it⁠‌ across the canvas,‍ it felt as​ though time stood‌‌⁠ still. Once, while‌ painting the blue‍‌​ sky behind the‌​ mansion, she realized​ the day was‍‍​ already turning to​‍ dusk.

Time⁠​‌ continued to flow,⁠‌​ but the warm‍⁠ feeling of an⁠ eternal spring never⁠‌ faded. After a long winter, perhaps​ an endless spring​⁠‍ wasn’t such a bad thing.

That​ was the thought‌ Diella always held.‌

“You’ve‌⁠‌ gotten used to‍‌‍ manifesting magic faster‍⁠ than I expected.‌ Your progress is‌ quicker than I anticipated. You don’t​‍‌ need more practice⁠⁠‌ now.”

“I⁠​ told you I could do it⁠‌ if I tried,​‍‌ didn’t I?”

Many‍ flowers bloomed in‌ Diella’s world, but‍‍⁠ still, the time‍​ she spent with⁠ Dereck was the⁠ longest.

Who​‌​ could deny it?⁠‌ That boy was‌​ the spring that​‌ came to Diella.⁠‍

He⁠ taught her magic,​⁠‍ discovered her talent,⁠‍‌ showed her the​​ right path, and⁠ stood firm in⁠ his duty even​‌​ when faced with⁠‍‍ her dismissive family.‌‌‍ Yet, he always‍​‌ did it with⁠‌​ his usual emotionless‍⁠​ face, simply fulfilling⁠ his role.

Diella‍‌ felt grateful toward‍‌ Dereck, but as​​ a teenager, she​ was clumsy in‌ expressing her feelings.⁠‌‍ As always, in​​‌ front of Dereck,⁠ who praised her⁠‌ as she was,⁠‍ Diella squinted like‍ a sly cat‍​‌ and, with a victorious expression, placed⁠‌‌ her hands on‌‌​ her hips.

“Hmph!”⁠‍

“…”​

“Every​‌⁠ time I act⁠​ proud like this,⁠⁠ do you always⁠ look at me‌⁠ with that pitying‌‌ expression?”

“It’s​‌ not pity… Sometimes‌ I just envy​ your innocence.”

“You⁠ have a very‌‌⁠ peculiar way of​‌‌ saying I’m naïve‍ about the world.”‍​

“How‍​ could I speak⁠‌ bluntly to a lady of the‍ Duplain family? You‌‍‌ have noble blood.”⁠

It⁠ was undeniable. This‍‌‍ boy seemed to​⁠‌ fulfill all formalities‌‍​ yet never spoke​​ empty words. In‍ fact, that quality⁠⁠ was rather comforting.​‍‍ In the noble‌ world, full of‌ hollow words and‌ pretenses, someone like​ Dereck—polite but sincere—was​​⁠ worth more than⁠⁠​ gold.

What‍​ a blessing it‌‌ was to find‌‍ a mentor one⁠ could trust and‍‍ follow. Before she‌⁠​ realized it, Diella‍ found herself humming​‍‌ a tune whenever​‍ she strolled quietly.⁠⁠

She⁠⁠ enjoyed the scent​ of flowers by‌​ the roadside or​​ reaching out to‌‌ the high blue‍⁠‌ sky. When she​​⁠ had time, she‌ would draw for‍​​ the mansion’s servants.⁠‌

At‍​ first, the servants‍ posed awkwardly, but‍ over time, they⁠⁠​ began to look‍‍ forward to her⁠⁠​ drawings.

After​‍​ one month, then‌ two, Diella was⁠ remembered among the​‌‍ servants as a loving and dignified‌⁠ woman. She had‌​​ once been a pure and innocent​ child, and though‍ she had gone‍⁠‌ through a rebellious⁠​⁠ phase, caught up​⁠ in her own⁠ emotions and acting‍⁠ out on purpose,​⁠⁠ she quickly came‍‌⁠ to her senses‌ and became again‍ a woman worthy‍​​ of her lineage.⁠‍

Thus,⁠ Diella’s wandering phase⁠‍​ was covered over.⁠‌ If one lived⁠​​ in the present‌ and moved forward‍ well, a brief⁠‍‌ detour in life‌ would only be‌‌ a minor deviation.⁠

Even‌⁠ Lady Miriela, who⁠⁠ had once looked‍ disapprovingly at Dereck,⁠⁠⁠ had to acknowledge‍ his accomplishments, and‍​ when they passed⁠ in the hallway,‍ she would simply⁠​ close her eyes‍​ and move along.‌‍

Seeing‌ scenes like that,‌⁠ Diella felt that​ there was nothing⁠‌ in this world‌⁠ too difficult for‌ her.

“Hey,‌​ Dereck.”

At⁠ the end of⁠‌ spring, as Diella​ absentmindedly watched butterflies‍‍​ fluttering among the⁠ garden flowers, she⁠‍‍ asked:

“Dereck,‍​‌ you’ve lived a wandering life as​ a mercenary.”

“Yes,​​‌ that’s right.”

“Then​‌ you must’ve lived⁠ in truly rough‌⁠​ environments, nothing like​ this noble mansion.‌​ After all, the‌ magic you use‍‌​ is based on‌⁠‍ Wild Academy theory.”‍

“That’s​ right. Most mages‌‍​ from the Wild‍ Academy are like‍ that. It’s rare​ to find Wild⁠⁠⁠ Academy theory in‌⁠ such a noble⁠ environment. You’re special.”⁠

Special.‌​

Feeling‌ an inexplicable satisfaction⁠​ hearing that word,⁠⁠ Diella smiled brightly.⁠​

Dereck,‌‌ absorbed in a three-star magic book‍⁠ borrowed from the‌‍ library, asked from​‍ the other side⁠‌ of the tea‌ table.

“But⁠‍‍ why do you​ ask?”

“I⁠‍‌ just… wanted to⁠⁠ know how you‍​ lived.”

Though​⁠ Diella had never‍ shown interest in‌ her surroundings before,‌‌⁠ her perspective had⁠‍​ recently broadened, and​​ she began to​ care about Dereck.​‍

“Dereck,​‍‍ you probably already‍‍ know this, but‍​ I think noblewomen​ live similarly. There⁠⁠‌ may be some‌ differences based on​​‍ status or prestige,⁠​‌ but generally, they‍‌‍ live like me.⁠ But that doesn’t‌ apply to commoners.”⁠‍‌

“That’s​‍ true. The lifestyle⁠‍‌ of commoners is​ quite varied. The​ values they hold⁠​ most dear differ​​​ from person to⁠‌ person, and they’re‌‌ freer than you’d⁠​ think. Of course,‌‌‌ most live trembling‍ in poverty rather‍​ than enjoying that⁠​ freedom.”

“Yeah.‌​ That’s why I asked about you,‌⁠​ Dereck. I just‍​‌ wanted to know.”‌⁠

Dereck‌‌ quietly listened to‍‍‍ Diella’s words and​ then spoke as​ if it were‍⁠ nothing.

“I‍‍ only wanted to‌ become a high-level​ mage. That’s the⁠‍ only goal I have now.”

“Really?”‌

“All‌‍ I’ve done is‌‍⁠ fight to survive‍⁠ from the bottom,⁠‍ and the only​‌ talent I have‍ is handling magic‌⁠⁠ well.”

Dereck‌⁠‌ spoke in an⁠ honest tone, as​ if it didn’t⁠‌‍ matter, but Diella​ listened intently to⁠‍ her mentor’s words,‍ blinking with bright​ eyes.

“Live‌​‌ doing what you’re‍ good at. That’s​​ all I think.​‍ There’s no great​‌ reason behind it.”‌

“I​ think that’s pretty‌⁠‌ big. Dereck, for‍ a commoner, you​​‍ use magic at‌ an extraordinary level.”⁠

“That’s‌​‌ just by commoner⁠​​ standards. For nobles‌⁠ born as mages‍​‍ like you, Lady‌ Diella, it’s a world you’ll reach‌‍ eventually.”

In‍⁠​ Diella’s small eyes,⁠‌ Dereck appeared as⁠​ someone whose ability⁠‍⁠ was far greater‌ than she had⁠⁠⁠ imagined.

“If⁠​‍ you want to‍⁠‌ dream, you have⁠‍‍ to look further.‍ That’s not something​⁠ I can say‌ openly just anywhere.”‍‍

She‌​‍ couldn’t help but​ think—that was so‌ very Dereck. Every​​ time Dereck spoke‌⁠​ of his ambitions,​⁠​ Diella felt a strange sense of‍⁠⁠ disconnect from him.⁠

Their‍‍⁠ backgrounds and approaches​⁠⁠ to life were‌‍​ vastly different from​ each other. Still,‍⁠⁠ following in his​⁠‌ footsteps was an‍​ exciting endeavor. Diella,⁠​ who had once⁠‍ wandered aimlessly through⁠⁠‌ life, felt like⁠⁠⁠ she had finally‍⁠ found a milestone,⁠ and before she‍​‌ realized it, she‌‌‌ was always smiling​‌‍ contentedly.

***⁠‍

“Miss​‍‍ Diella, you seem​ to be in‌‌​ a good mood‍⁠‍ today.”

“Do​​⁠ I? Actually, I nearly mastered first-tier⁠​ magic yesterday. Did⁠ Valerian also reach‌ this level at‌​ my age? Maybe‌‍⁠ I really do⁠⁠​ have talent?”

“Of⁠‌ course. The magical​ progress you’ve made⁠ in the past⁠‌‍ few months is‍ extraordinary. There’s no‍ doubt you’ll become‌‌ a mage on‌‍ par with Master​​ Valerian.”

Early‍ in the morning,⁠ the maid brushing⁠‌ Diella’s hair smiled⁠⁠​ kindly. Diella responded‌​ enthusiastically to her‍ words. The maid’s⁠ praise wasn’t empty—Diella’s​‌‍ rapidly advancing magical​ abilities were truly‍‍ exceptional.

It​⁠​ was said that​⁠ mastering several first-tier‍‌‍ spells before coming​‌‍ of age was​ considered very talented,‍ and beginning to‍​‍ practice second-tier magic​ was practically a sign of a prodigy. Even by⁠​​ noble standards, this‍ level of growth‍⁠ was clearly uncommon.​​

Diella‌‌ had fully absorbed⁠⁠ the techniques and‍‍ mastery methods taught​⁠​ by Dereck, and​‌‍ it seemed she‍⁠ would soon learn‌ a new first-tier⁠ spell.

“Today​⁠‍ I have a magic lesson early‌‍​ on. In the​​‍ afternoon I need⁠‍ to study geography,​‌‌ so I want​ to practice as‍​ much as I can in the‍‌ morning.”

“The‌ weather is nice‌​ this morning too,​ so I’ll prepare​​‍ the tea table‌‍⁠ in the garden.‌ How about having‍​ your lesson there?”‍​

“Yes!”‌⁠​

Diella‍‌‍ replied cheerfully and​‍ then stepped lightly‌‌ into the hallway.⁠‍ There was still‍‍‍ time before her‍​ morning lesson, but‍ she headed out⁠​​ early, caught up‌‍‍ in her excitement.‍‌

At‍ this hour, her​ magic instructor was‌​‌ probably hidden away‌ in his private​‌‌ room, absorbed in‍ a thick spellbook.‌⁠‌ He was someone⁠ who always practiced‍‍ magic in his‍ spare time. If⁠ she arrived early⁠‍‌ and pushed him​‍‍ to start the‍⁠ lesson sooner, he⁠​‍ would sigh as​ if he had‌ no choice and⁠​‌ let himself be⁠ led outside by‌ Diella.

Since‌ the morning weather‍ was so nice,​ why not enjoy⁠ the warm sun⁠​‍ while receiving a new transmission of​⁠⁠ first-tier magic?

With​‍ that thought, Diella‌⁠ hummed a tune​‌⁠ and moved with‌ a spring in‍ her step.

Creak​

Without⁠⁠ thinking twice, she‍ entered Dereck’s private⁠ room and raised‌ her voice, full​‍ of excitement.

“Dereck!⁠‍ It’s time for⁠ our morning magic‌ lesson! I’ve been⁠​ looking forward to​​‌ this all week⁠⁠ because we only‌ had liberal arts‍‌‍ classes!”

“…”​

Upon‌​‍ opening the door,⁠‍ as always, there⁠ was the boy​ in his mercenary‍⁠‍ outfit, sitting at‌ his desk.

However,‌ today, her older⁠ brother—the noble Valerian—was‌‍⁠ visiting his room.‌​ Busy with domain⁠‌ affairs, what brought⁠ him here?

“Oh,‍ um. Brother.”

“Oh,​‍ Diella. Good morning.”​‌‍

Valerian⁠ greeted her with‍ a gentle smile,‍​ but a strange⁠‌‌ unease lingered in​​‌ his heart. He⁠⁠ seemed to have⁠ been discussing something​ with Dereck. Surprised​ by the unexpected‌ visitor, Diella hesitated‌ for a moment​‍ but then continued⁠‌ in a brighter‍‌ tone.

“Brother,‌ I’m sorry. I didn’t know you‍‌ had a separate‌‌ appointment with Dereck⁠ for magic lessons‍ this morning.”

“No.‍ I’m not here‌‌​ for a lesson.‌ I just came⁠ to ask him‌ something.”

“Should⁠ I come back​⁠ after you’re finished?”‍⁠

It​ was Dereck who​⁠ stopped her.

“There’s⁠​‍ no problem, Lady‍‍⁠ Diella. We were‌ discussing your magic‍ lessons.”

“Huh?‌ A discussion about‍‌ my lessons?”

As⁠‍ Diella tilted her​⁠ head in confusion,‍ Dereck spoke with⁠ a slight bow.‍

“Actually,‌⁠‌ I have nothing‌ more left to​⁠ teach you.”

So⁠ it was the⁠‌ season.

Just⁠​ as there is⁠‌⁠ no eternal winter,​‍​ there is no‍ eternal spring either.​‍‌

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