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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 195: Talent and Its Value (3)

Chapter 195: Talent and Its Value (3)

“If‍​‍ there is no‌‌⁠ consistency when evaluating‍⁠ the value of‌ a talent, that‌‍​ will later return​​⁠ as major discontent.⁠ A deal comparable‍‍⁠ to the one⁠⁠‍ received by Countess‍‍ Rodelia of the​‌ Renuel family, who​ has devoted her​​⁠ entire life to‌⁠‍ hunting black mages…‍⁠ From my point​ of view, it⁠ may be something​‍ good, but other‍ loyal supporters might​‌‍ perceive it as​‌⁠ hollow.”

The​‌‍ words sounded elegant.‌‌ For a mere​ frontier baron to​⁠​ reject a title‍​‍ granted directly by​‍⁠ an imperial princess​⁠ was something practically​ inconceivable.

Precisely​‍‍ because of that,⁠​​ Dereck spoke in⁠⁠‍ a reasonable tone,⁠ presenting plausible reasons‍‍‌ and appearing to​‌ be concerned for‌⁠‌ the princess.

But‌‍ if one looked⁠‌‍ at his true​​‌ intention, it was‌ practically the same‌ as saying that‌​ he did not​‌​ want to accept‌‍ it.

“You​‍⁠ say interesting things.⁠‌ You know very‌​‍ well what kind‌ of opportunity you⁠‍‌ are rejecting right‍⁠‌ now, don’t you?”⁠

“I‌⁠​ appreciate it from‌ the bottom of‍ my heart. From‌​⁠ now on, I will also strive‌‌ even harder to​⁠ contribute to the⁠⁠⁠ Empire.”

Princess​‌⁠ Roselin silently observed‍‌⁠ Dereck, who had​‌ raised an insurmountable‍ wall, passed a hand over her‍‍ face, and spoke⁠ in a low​‍ voice.

“This‌ does not seem‌‍‌ like an appropriate‌ place. Follow me.”‍

Thus,​‌‌ Princess Roselin led⁠ Dereck into the⁠⁠ corridor adjacent to‌ the main hall,​​ entered an empty⁠​‌ room, and closed‌ the door.

She​​⁠ considered that what​ they were about‌‌​ to discuss was‍ better done away‍ from prying eyes.‌

“I⁠‍⁠ see. You know⁠‌​ how to negotiate.‌ There aren’t many‍ who have the⁠‌ courage to stand⁠ up to me‍‍⁠ like that.”

In​‍‌ that empty room,‌ whose purpose had‌​ yet to be‍ defined, where there​ was only a table and some‌‌ wooden chairs, Roselin​ sat on the‍‌⁠ medium-sized table, crossed‌⁠ her arms, and​⁠​ continued.

“This‍​ isn’t a negotiation.‌​​ I only spoke‍ the truth.”

“I‍‌‌ brought you to‌‍ a place without⁠ witnesses out of​‌ consideration, so tell‍ me again. I offer you a vast territory on​ the western frontier,​ the rank of​ frontier count, and​‍‌ in addition, the‌ title of count.‍​ And you still‌​⁠ shake your head?​​ Then there are⁠‌ only two possibilities.”‍⁠

Her‍ dark red hair,​⁠ which stuck out‌‍ in sharp tufts,​ seemed to reflect‌​‍ a strong personality.⁠⁠‌

The‌​⁠ muted-toned dress blended​‍ into the dimness‌ of the room,‍​ as if it​⁠ were part of‌‍‍ the shadows.

There⁠‍ was nothing about​‌⁠ her that matched‍ the bright, lively‌ image one would⁠⁠‍ associate with a princess.

Roselin‍‍‍ was, if one​‌​ had to say‌‌‌ it, someone closer​‌‍ to darkness.

“Either⁠⁠​ you feel that⁠​ the reward is​‍ insufficient, or you‌⁠ do not wish​​ to enter under‍⁠ my command.”

“…”⁠

“If​​​ it were the‌‍ former, I could​​⁠ simply think you‍ are an arrogant​ type and let​‍⁠ it go. But⁠⁠⁠ no matter how​⁠‍ I look at‌ you, you don’t‍ seem like someone⁠‌ like that.”

Roselin‍⁠‍ also had a good eye for‌‍‌ judging people.

The​ proposal itself was‍⁠ already extraordinary; Dereck‍‍ did not seem‍​ like someone with​‌ such poor judgment⁠ as to aim​ for something even‌⁠ greater.

In​​ the end, the‌⁠‌ only certain thing‌ was that he​ did not want‍ to place himself‍‌ under Roselin’s command.‌

Then⁠⁠ she had to‍ find out why.⁠

Whether‌ he simply had‌​ no interest in⁠⁠‍ power, or whether⁠‍ he did not⁠‍​ value Roselin very‌​ highly as a person.

Depending⁠​ on which answer​⁠​ it was, the⁠‍​ princess’s attitude could​⁠ not be the‍ same.

From‌ experience, she already​‌‌ knew this well.⁠

On‌ this political board‌‍ as fragile as​‍⁠ thin ice, there‍ were only allies‌⁠ or enemies.

Those‍⁠ who rejected becoming‍⁠ allies would, sooner‍ or later, end‍​⁠ up wielding a sword under the⁠⁠‍ command of her⁠ enemies, pointing it⁠ at her.

“For‌ me, it is⁠ enough to train​‌‍ my magic and⁠⁠‍ teach the young‌‍ ladies of the‌ academy. If, in‌‌ this stage of⁠ political transition, you⁠​ wish for my​‌ support, Princess Roselin,‌​‍ I will gladly​‍ provide it.”

However,⁠‌ Dereck’s reaction was⁠​​ completely different from‍‌ what Roselin had​ expected.

It⁠‍⁠ did not seem‌ like a simple‌ polite response, but⁠ neither was it.‍

There⁠ was no intention‍⁠‍ in him to‌ flatter her or⁠⁠ to justify himself.‌‌

Roselin​‍ understood why Melverot⁠ valued him.

He‍ was a man‍‌ who did not​​⁠ speak unnecessary words.⁠

“This‍ is the first​‍⁠ time I’ve seen​​‌ a noble who​​ scorns territory and⁠⁠‌ a title. Weren’t‌‍ you the one‍​ who even asked⁠‌⁠ Melverot for a letter of recommendation‌​ to obtain the​‍⁠ title of baron?”​⁠⁠

“In‍​ this era, to‍ properly learn magic​‌⁠ it is essential⁠ to have a title. But one​‍ of this level​​ is enough for​‍​ the magical training‍‌ I desire. Nothing⁠​ more than that.”‌

Princess‌ Roselin’s eyes opened⁠‌ wide.

In​ an age where‍‌‍ magic represented the‌⁠‍ authority of the​⁠⁠ nobility, she felt​​ repulsion toward those‍​ nobles who, possessing​‌‌ magic as just‌‍ one more quality⁠ among many, boasted⁠‍ of their innate‍ nobility.

But‌ Dereck was the‌​‌ opposite.

He​‍ was not someone​ who learned magic​⁠ to obtain authority,‍​⁠ but someone who‍⁠ sought authority in‌⁠‌ order to learn​ magic.

Once​​‌ he had secured​‌⁠ the status he​‍ needed, he did‌​ not demand more;‍⁠​ it was enough​ for him to​ be able to​ fully immerse himself‌‍ in the magical​‍‍ training he loved⁠‍​ so much.

It⁠‍​ was often said⁠⁠‌ that Kohella and​ Dereck were similar,‍​​ but their directions⁠⁠ were completely different.‍‌‌

If⁠ Kohella was a lunatic capable of‍ sacrificing everything to‌‍ reach greater heights​⁠​ of magic and‍‍ its results, this⁠‌ man found meaning‍ in the very⁠ process of magical​‍ training.

‘He’s​⁠​ more upright than​‍ I thought…’

Roselin‌ swallowed.

At‍ this point, even‍​‌ she had to‌‍ admit it.

Dereck​ was someone with‌ great potential to‍⁠ be used politically‌ and with more‌⁠​ than sufficient abilities,‍⁠⁠ but before that,⁠ a desire was‌‌⁠ born in her‌​‍ to retain Dereck‍‍​ as a talent⁠​‍ in and of⁠⁠ himself.

‘Even​‌‌ so, to use‌ him properly, I would need to​‍​ push a higher⁠​‍ title on him.‌ With just being⁠ a frontier baron,​‌ he won’t be‌ able to say‍⁠ a single word‌ in front of⁠ the central nobles.‌​‌ If he merely‍ limits himself to​‌⁠ standing by my⁠ side without authority,​ he will only​‍​ end up being​ manipulated by old‍ foxes like Damon‌⁠‍ or Kohella.’

Roselin​‍ let out a deep sigh and‌​ ran a hand⁠‍ through her abundant‌‌ hair, scratching it‌⁠‍ forcefully.

It‌‌ was behavior devoid​ of all elegance,‌ but Dereck was‍‌ in no position‌‍ to point that​⁠‌ out.

He​​ could only look‌​‌ at her as⁠ if asking whether⁠‌ there was some‍ problem.

“Fine…​​‍ since we’ve come​⁠ this far, I’ll‌⁠ speak frankly, without⁠‌​ beating around the‌​ bush.”

“Yes,‍‍‌ go ahead.”

“I​ like you. If​⁠‍ possible, I would‌⁠ like you to‍​ help me while​ I properly consolidate​‌‌ my imperial power⁠‍ at the Gremport‍​‌ Palace. However, I don’t quite know‍‍ how I should‍ convince you.”

Princess‌ Roselin gave ground‍‍ by one step,‍‍‌ but without bending‌⁠‍ her pride.

Even​‍ as she spoke,​⁠​ she kept her⁠ arms crossed, pursed​ her lips, and⁠⁠‍ maintained a somewhat⁠‍ surly expression.

“Then‍ how about this?‍​‌ If you’re so‌ interested in magical‌⁠ training, I’ll have‌ the Academy Ravenclaw‍ recognized at the‌⁠ imperial level as​ a directly affiliated‌​‍ institution. It will‌‍‍ be able to​ receive support in​⁠⁠ magical materials and⁠ supplies from the⁠ Gremport Palace. Needless‍​⁠ to say, each‍‍‍ and every one‍ will be of‍‌‍ the highest quality.”​

At​‍‌ those words, Dereck’s‍ eyes opened wide.‍​

Someone‍⁠⁠ who had not‌​ changed his expression⁠‌ in the slightest‍​​ when offered a county now reacted‌‌ just upon hearing‍ that magical education⁠⁠ and training would‍ be supported.

The⁠ feeling was strangely​ complex.

“Are⁠‌⁠ you serious? For‍‍‍ the Empire to⁠​⁠ support a magical⁠ educational facility of‌⁠​ this scale carries​‍ a rather profound⁠⁠ political significance.”

“Hmm,‍‌⁠ it doesn’t matter.‌​ From the beginning,‌​ I’ve thought that‌​ magic should be‍‍​ taught more broadly.‍​​ I’ll even cover⁠‍ the costs of‍‌⁠ restoring and expanding​‍‌ the facilities and​ turn it into‌‌ the most prestigious‍ educational center not‌‍ only in the​ southwest of the⁠⁠ continent, but on​​‍ the entire continent.⁠​‌ The old geezers​ of the noble‌​ council will fly‍‍ into a rage,‍ but that’s my⁠ problem.”

It‌​⁠ seemed that Princess​​ Roselin had finally​⁠‌ found a new‍​ approach, and she‌‌‍ spoke with a sense of relief.​‌‍

“In‍⁠⁠ exchange, you’ll have‍‍⁠ to accept a title.”

At‌‌ that, Dereck once​⁠‌ again made a face as if​‌⁠ he were at‌⁠ a funeral.

Roselin‍​ had never seen‍‍‍ someone make an​‌⁠ expression like they​‌ had bitten into‍ something unpleasant just‍‌ because they were‌‌ being offered a noble title.

“Don’t⁠‌ you think you‍‍ should at least‌ take some care‍⁠‍ with your expressions‍‌ in front of‌‌ an imperial princess…?”​‍⁠

“My‍​ apologies. Princess Roselin,⁠‌ you have a special talent for‍ taking people from⁠ one extreme to‍‍‍ the other…”

“Who‍​ is taking whom‌ from one extreme‍‍ to the other?!‍‍⁠ I’m lowering my‍​ pride to this⁠ extent and you‌ say that!”

Looking‍‌‍ at Dereck stirred‍‌⁠ an inexplicable irritation‌⁠ in her, but​ even so, Roselin‍ once again pressed​​ her temples and‌‍‌ let out a deep sigh.

Dereck​​⁠ had always been‍‌⁠ like this.

Accepting‍ that fact made​⁠​ it unnecessary to‌‌⁠ get so worked⁠ up.

“Haa…”‌

Roselin⁠ splashed water on‍‍‌ her face again.​

Dealing⁠‌​ with someone who​ never moved according⁠ to expectations was‍‍⁠ exhausting.

“If​ there’s anything else⁠‍ you want to‌​ ask for, say​‌ it. It’s not⁠⁠ common for me​‌ to be this⁠‍ generous, so take‌​ it as an⁠ opportunity.”

“…”‌⁠

“From⁠ that expression, it‍⁠ looks like there’s‍‌​ something you want.​‌ My, for you,‌⁠ it’s rare to​⁠⁠ see your eyes‌ so full of‍‌​ desire.”

“…”​‌

“…Why⁠ all the hesitation?‍ We’re already at⁠‌⁠ this point, so‍ say it.”

Roselin‌​ spoke with a sigh, as if‌⁠ she had already‌ given up, but⁠ Dereck still hesitated⁠ over how to​​ begin.

After⁠⁠ rejecting immense territories⁠ and lofty titles,​⁠ it was impossible‍‌⁠ to know what‍‍ kind of request⁠‌ could come next.‌​

Unless⁠‍ he asked to‌ split the Empire​ in two, it​⁠⁠ didn’t seem like​ something worth hesitating‍⁠‌ over so much.‍‍​

“No.⁠‍⁠ In a national​ calamity like this,​⁠⁠ after the misfortune‍ suffered by His⁠​ Majesty Emperor Gattrel,‌⁠‌ this is not⁠‍ a situation to​⁠​ make requests.”

“If​ you were going​​ to say that,​ you shouldn’t have‌ started at all.​​‍ There’s nothing more‍‌‌ irritating than leaving‌​‌ words half-said. Stop‍ the nonsense and‍​​ say what you‌ want.”

“…”​​​

“…”​‌⁠

“…Why⁠⁠‍ so much beating​ around the bush?⁠ Seeing you this‍⁠ quiet makes my⁠‍ chest feel like​ it’s on fire.”​‌‌

As‌‍⁠ Roselin, frustrated, scratched‌​ her head forcefully‌‍ again, Dereck finally⁠ managed to let​ out the words‌‌⁠ he had been‌⁠ holding in his​​‍ chest.

“The⁠ 6-star magical artifact…​⁠ the Light of⁠‍‌ the Empire…”

“……”​​⁠

“According‌ to imperial law,‌‌‌ its possession will‌‌ pass into the‍​ hands of Princess‍ Roselin. Even if⁠ only once, I would like to‍‍‍ use it.”

“…Now‍‍‌ I understand why‌‍‌ you didn’t want⁠​ to say it.⁠‌ Yes, that definitely⁠‌ wasn’t something that‍⁠​ could be asked‍​ in this situation.”​‍​

Asking‍ to touch a relic of the​ deceased in front‍‍⁠ of a grieving​ family member, no‌​ matter how one​​ thought about it,⁠ was not appropriate.‍‍‌

Perhaps‍‌‌ with time it‍‍‍ could be asked‍ cautiously, but it‍⁠‌ was not a request to make⁠‍⁠ of Roselin, who​⁠ had just lost​ her father.

Understanding‍⁠ that reason, the​⁠‌ princess felt even‍ more drained.

He‌ was an insolent‍‍ man and difficult‌‌ to read, but‍‍ even so he⁠ knew how to‌‌​ keep appearances and‌⁠‌ respect the other‍ party.

Baron‌‍ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw​‍ was someone who⁠‌ seemed to go⁠⁠‍ off on tangents⁠⁠ while at the‍‌ same time respecting​‍‌ boundaries; who seemed⁠‌ to respect boundaries​⁠ and yet step‌‌ beyond them.

That​‌ ambiguity had something‍‍ that attracted people.‍

Probably,⁠ the young noble‍‌⁠ ladies who called⁠⁠‌ themselves his disciples‍‍ felt something similar.‍‍‍

In​‍‌ the end, beneath‍‌‍ everything, there was‌ a pure passion⁠​ for magic.

Although⁠ Roselin was not‍‍⁠ particularly fond of​ magic, this kind‌ of fervor was‌‌‌ not unpleasant to‌ her.

‘If​‌ all mages were⁠ like this man,‌​ perhaps I wouldn’t‌ have come to⁠⁠‌ hate magic so​ much.’

Roselin‌ sighed once more‍ and said,

“I​‍ see… so that‍‍​ was it. It’s⁠​ true that a 6-star magical artifact⁠‌ is not something‌​ one can easily​​ find anywhere.”

“Would​‍ it be possible?”‌‍

“Of⁠‍ course not.”

“…”‌

Dereck‍ once again made‌⁠​ an expression as‍‌ if he had​ bitten into something⁠​ filthy.

At‍‌ this point, however,​⁠ Roselin no longer‍ felt irritated, but‍ rather satisfied at‍ having returned the⁠⁠‌ blow.

It⁠ was the end‍‍​ of days.

“I​​‍ see you’ve completely​‍⁠ abandoned control of​‍ your expressions.”

“I’m‌ sorry. I’m not⁠‍‍ very good at⁠ this sort of‍⁠ thing.”

“The⁠ Light of the‌​‍ Empire is the‍‍​ most noble staff‌‍ symbolizing imperial authority.‍‍ It’s not something​​​ just anyone can‌‍ touch. As I said, the process⁠‍‍ of binding it​‍​ to a user⁠‍‌ is also extremely⁠ arduous.”

Princess⁠ Roselin spoke while‍‍‌ lightly kicking at⁠ the hem of​​⁠ her dress.

“Even‍⁠ so, if what‌⁠ you need is‌​ a magical artifact,​⁠ I can directly‍ order my imperial‌‌ magical advisor to‍​​ hand you a decent one. You‍ will also become⁠ a mage at‌⁠‌ the level of​‌⁠ a family head,‍ so you should‌ at least have‌ 5-star armament.”

“…That’s​‍ fine.”

“Do​‌ you have some‌​ illness that will⁠‍⁠ kill you if​ you don’t reject⁠‌ a favor? Tell⁠‌ me honestly. Do​‍‌ you dislike me?”​

“That’s​ not it. I plan to forge​⁠ my own magical‌ weapon. Also to⁠​‍ train transformation magic…”⁠​

“…”⁠

Princess⁠​​ Roselin observed Dereck‍ with a gaze⁠‍ full of suspicion,⁠‌​ half-lidded.

It‌​ was hard to‍⁠ tell whether he⁠⁠ was just making‌ excuses or truly‍​ serious.

There⁠ was no wall‌ more impenetrable than⁠ that.

“I​ think you are​ mistaken. I feel⁠​ immense gratitude toward‍​ Princess Roselin. If‌ you are helping⁠‌⁠ me to this‌​​ extent, why would​ I show hostility⁠‍ toward you?”

“…I⁠ feel like something⁠⁠ is stuck in⁠​ my chest…”

“I⁠ ask you to⁠‍ dispel that misunderstanding.‍⁠ And moreover, preparing‍​ for the political​ changes of the‍ Gremport Palace is‍‍‌ certainly important, but⁠⁠‌ isn’t there something​​ even more important‍​⁠ than that?”

The‌ emperor had died,‍‌‌ and the situation‌‌‌ of the continent‌ would change drastically.⁠‌

For​⁠ Princess Roselin, the‍‍ main candidate for‍ the throne, what‍‍ could be more⁠ important than that?‍​

When​‌ Roselin looked at​⁠ him with eyes‌⁠ full of doubt,⁠ Dereck took out‌ a crumpled letter​​ from his chest.​

“What​​​ is this…?”

“It’s‌ the last letter‍⁠ His Majesty Emperor⁠‍ Gattrel wrote before⁠⁠ he passed away.‍ It seems he‍ intended to send‌⁠​ it to Princess‌‍⁠ Roselin.”

The⁠‍ princess’s eyes opened​‍ wide.

“And‌‍‌ this… why only‍‍ now…?”

“It​‍​ appeared during the‌​ subsequent investigation. It‌‍ was under the​‌⁠ carpet. I suppose​⁠‌ they were the⁠​⁠ last words he​⁠⁠ left thinking of​​‍ you before going⁠​‌ to sleep.”

Emperor​ Gattrel probably did‍⁠‍ not think those​‍ would be his‍ last words, but​‍‌ even so, for‌‌ Roselin it was​​⁠ something she absolutely⁠‍ had to read.​

The⁠​ contents would surely​⁠ be filled with‌‌​ wishes for his‍ daughter to survive​ in the Gremport‌‌ Palace, as harsh​​⁠ as a wasteland.​‍

“Princess,​⁠ you seem to​ be someone capable‌‌‍ of suppressing your‌⁠ emotions and judging​ calmly and rationally.⁠ Even in such‌⁠‍ a pressing situation,⁠ you sought the‌‌‌ best possible option​​ and did not‍ give up until⁠ the end when⁠⁠ everyone was immersed⁠‌‍ in chaos.”

Dereck‍​⁠ handed her the‍‌​ letter and added,‍⁠ as if making​ an offhand remark,​⁠‍

“However,​ it isn’t always​​ necessary to be‍‌​ rational. When there‍ are emotions that​ need to be⁠⁠‍ released, if they‍‍ aren’t let out‍‍​ clearly, don’t they⁠ end up becoming⁠ a problem later​‌ on?”

“…”​​

“His⁠ Majesty the emperor,​ who protected you⁠⁠ your entire life⁠ as if you‍​⁠ were in a cradle, has passed‌ away. What Princess⁠⁠⁠ Roselin must do‍⁠‌ now is not⁠‍​ think about the​ future of the⁠‍ empire or changes​⁠ in power.”

It‌‌​ seemed that Dereck​‌ had understood quite‌ well the emotions⁠‌‌ lying deep within​⁠‌ the princess’s heart.⁠⁠‍

Her‍​‍ father had died.‌‌

That‍ fact alone remained‌ there, bare.

Amid⁠‍⁠ situations where life⁠ and death hung​‌⁠ by a thread,‌‍ she had been⁠‌​ forced to move‍‍⁠ desperately just to​ survive.

A confusion mage had‌‍‍ caused havoc, the‌ area had been⁠ sealed by a barrier ritual, and‌⁠‌ the political landscape​ would also be‌​‍ shaken.

It‌‌​ was like being‌‍‌ crushed by a storm-lashed sea route—she‍⁠‍ could not afford​​‌ to set aside⁠‍ the emotions that​ needed to be‌‌‍ released at that​​ very moment.

If‍‌ she did, sooner​‍⁠ or later a person would break.⁠

At⁠‍ least, Dereck knew⁠ that well.

“…”‍‌

“Then‌ I’ll take my⁠​​ leave. If you‌ have any additional‌​​ orders, find me‍‍ in the main‌⁠ hall.”

With‌‌⁠ that said, Dereck‌ made a brief​‌⁠ bow and left⁠⁠‌ the room, as‍​‍ if leaving the‌‍ princess alone was​ the right thing⁠‌ to do.

It​ seemed he considered​ negotiating terms with⁠ her to be,⁠ in truth, a secondary matter.

Princess⁠​ Roselin was left​‌ alone in the⁠‌‍ empty room, sitting‌⁠⁠ on the desk,‍⁠ and carefully opened⁠ the letter Dereck‌‌ had left.

As‌⁠​ always, Emperor Gattrel​⁠​ wrote words of⁠‌ concern and good‌‍ wishes for his​‌ daughter.

Without‌ imagining that these‌​⁠ would be the​ last words he⁠‍​ would leave her,‍ the emperor had‍‍ been sitting in⁠‍ his chambers late‍‍⁠ into the night,‌​ moving his pen.⁠​⁠

That⁠ scene came easily‍ to her mind,​‍ and Roselin lowered‌ her head in‍‌ silence.

Amid​‍​ the shifting situation‌‍ and political chaos,‍ no one had‌ stopped to measure‍ the princess’s feelings.‍‌

To​‍⁠ her subordinates, she‍‍ was an untouchable⁠‍‌ existence, so it‌ was not strange.‍​‌

Displaying​‌ calmness and rationality​ in the face‍ of the emperor’s‌‌ death and the‍ confusion mage’s upheaval,​ organizing the place,‌​‌ she certainly seemed‌​‌ like material for‍‌​ a future empress.‍​⁠

But‍ before anything else,‍‌‍ she was a daughter who had​‌ lost her father.‍‌⁠

Loss​‌‍ comes to everyone,​‌ and its pain​‌ does not distinguish⁠⁠​ between ranks or‍‍ titles.

Even​‍‍ if she was‍ busy responding to​ the urgency of‍ the immediate situation,⁠ she could not⁠ completely isolate herself​ from that feeling⁠​ of emptiness.

Because‌​ she was human.⁠​

It⁠‍ was a type‍ of person often‍⁠⁠ seen in life.‍

The​​ stronger and sharper⁠‌​ someone seemed on​‌ the outside, the‍ more shattered they​​ often were on‍ the inside.

And​‍ the more that​ was the case,‌​‌ the louder they‌ raised their voice.‍‍‌

At‌⁠ least, that was⁠‌ how it had‍​ seemed to Dereck.‍⁠⁠

“…How​ shameless.”

Princess‍‌​ Roselin let that​ superficial comment about‌​ Dereck slip while‌ keeping her head‌⁠⁠ lowered.

Then​ she continued to​ stare at the‌ letter in silence⁠‍‍ for a long‌ time.

The‌‍ tips of her‍‌​ hair trembled.

At‌‌ least within the‌‍ main palace, there⁠​​ was no one‌‌ who could see⁠‍⁠ her in that‌​ state of weakness.‍‌​

“….”‌

Out⁠‍ in the corridor,‍​ Dereck stretched his⁠‌ arms a couple⁠‍​ of times and​ silently looked at‍ the sun through‌‍ the window.

The‌​ sun high above‍ shone so brightly​⁠‌ that it blinded​ the eyes.

He​‌⁠ let out a hollow laugh and​ began to walk,‍​‍ step by step,​⁠​ toward the main‍‍ hall to check‌⁠ on the state‍⁠ of the young⁠⁠ ladies.

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