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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 20: Journey (4)

Chapter 20: Journey (4)

“There’s‍‍⁠ nothing more to​​ teach.”

Those⁠ who heard Dereck’s​ statement could only​ tilt their heads,‍ confused at first.‌​⁠

His⁠⁠ student, Diella, was⁠⁠ mastering first-tier magic,‌⁠‌ while Dereck had‍⁠ nearly perfected second-tier​ magic and was‍ beginning to glimpse‌​ the realm of‍‍ third-tier magic.

The​​⁠ magical level between⁠‌⁠ the two was‌ as vast as‌​‌ heaven and earth,‍‌ yet Dereck claimed⁠​ there was no‍​ point in continuing‍‌ to teach Diella.​⁠

“From​‌‍ this point on,​‍‌ I cannot determine⁠⁠ whether my involvement‌‍‌ will have a positive effect on​ Lady Diella’s magical⁠‌ growth.”

The​‌​ setting was the⁠‌‌ Grand Duke’s office.‌‍​ Even in broad‍ daylight, the office‌ was shrouded in⁠ a strange dimness,​ giving it an‌​​ oppressive feel.

Grand​ Duke Raymond Oswald​​ Duplain sat, turning‍‌‌ in his chair,‍‌​ calmly listening to‌‌ Dereck’s explanation.

“Your‍ Grace must have⁠ noticed Lady Diella’s‍⁠ use of mana—it⁠‍ differs slightly from​⁠⁠ rule-based aristocratic magic.”⁠‍

“I​ suspected it was‌ Wild Academy theory.”‌

“You⁠ knew?”

“I‍ had a hunch⁠​ about Diella’s uniqueness‍​⁠ after her last‍ duel. I wasn’t​⁠ entirely sure, but…”​‍

Raymond‌‌⁠ Oswald Duplain, ruler‍‌ of this domain,⁠‌​ was a five-star⁠ level mage. With‍‍‍ experience in most​ magical theories, he​⁠ had also realized​‌​ that Diella’s magical‍⁠ achievements were not‌⁠​ ordinary.

“And?”⁠‍‍

“Wild‌​​ Academy magic fundamentally‌‍ assumes self-learning. Up⁠ to a certain​‌‌ point, a good​⁠‍ mentor can guide⁠​⁠ effectively, but beyond​​ that, one must​​ worry about negative⁠ influence.”

“What‌⁠ kind of negative⁠ influence?”

“That’s‌⁠ when limitations arise‌⁠‍ in a mage’s‌ free and unrestrained⁠ use of mana.”⁠​

Dereck‍‌ continued explaining, standing​‌ firmly with his⁠‍ hands behind his⁠‌‍ back.

“Lady⁠ Diella’s magic is​​ like painting a picture. Among the​⁠ free-spirited Wild Academy‌⁠ mages, her mana‌‍ manipulation is exceptionally​‌​ potent.”

“It’s⁠​ almost like creating‍ a work of⁠​‌ art.”

“Yes,‌‍ that’s a fitting​​​ comparison. The stronger‌ the artist’s color,⁠⁠ the fewer people​‌‍ can give advice‌‌​ lightly. Such advice​⁠‍ might dull that​⁠⁠ color and strength.”⁠‍

Dereck⁠⁠ added:

“She​​ might become a mage of a much higher level​ than we imagine.”​

The​​​ Grand Duke listened​‌‍ and then closed‍‍ his eyes tightly.​‌

He⁠ sank into thought,‌ his demeanor unchanged.‍ It didn’t take​‍​ long for him​​ to reach a conclusion.

“I​ see. I understand​‌⁠ what you’re saying.⁠ Then you have⁠‌ no reason to‍ stay at the⁠‌​ mansion.”

“What’s‌ the use of‌​‍ a magic instructor⁠⁠ who no longer​⁠ teaches magic?”

“Diella​​ relies heavily on‌​ you emotionally.”

Dereck⁠‌​ lowered his gaze⁠​ calmly, without responding.‌‍ Observing this, the⁠ Duke accepted it—there​⁠‌ was no benefit‍‌ in Diella becoming‍⁠​ overly dependent on​‌‌ Dereck. As a mage of the⁠ Wild faction, she‌​ needed to learn‌⁠‍ to stand on⁠ her own.

“Right.‍ You’ve always been​ a man of‍⁠⁠ great ambition. In‍‌​ this noble mansion‍ environment, there are​‍ limits to training‍‍ your magic. For​​⁠ someone like you,‌​‍ it must be​‍ difficult to endure‌ such restrictions.”

“Yes.⁠ I’ve only truly⁠ improved my magic‍​‍ in practical environments.⁠⁠⁠ The mansion is…‍ too peaceful for⁠‌ me.”

“You‌‍‌ don’t seem destined⁠⁠⁠ for an easy​‍​ life.”

“I⁠ consider that a kind of blessing.”‌‍

The‍⁠‌ Duke turned his​‌‌ chair, rested his​ chin on his‍ hand while gazing‌ out the window,⁠ and spoke.

“Still,‌⁠‍ my youngest daughter,​‌ once so bitter,⁠ has greatly benefited.⁠⁠‍ I can’t say‌‌‌ I was a good father, but‌ I was fortunate⁠ to remain one‌ who looked after​‍‌ his daughter. That’s‍ certainly thanks to​ your efforts.”

“I’m​ honored.”

“Children⁠​‌ grow so fast,‍ it’s almost frightening.⁠‌‌ You get caught⁠​‍ up in managing​ your estate, and‌‍⁠ before you know‌​‍ it, they’ve blossomed.”‌⁠

Valerian,⁠‌‌ Leigh, and Aiselin⁠‌ had each found​ their place in​ noble society. Perhaps‍⁠⁠ Diella’s rebellious phase​ had long been⁠ a thorn in⁠ his heart.

Even‍​‍ as his youngest⁠ daughter seemed to‍ find her own​​‌ path, the Duke⁠‍ felt he was​‍ entering a new‌ stage of fatherhood—like‌ a mother bird​ gazing at her‌​⁠ empty nest, caught‍ between relief and‍ loneliness.

The​ Grand Duke quietly‌ yielded to his‌⁠​ thoughts, watching as⁠‌ his children moved​⁠ on with their⁠​ lives.

“When​ will you leave?”⁠

“I⁠​‌ plan to go‍‌ to Ebelstain in⁠⁠​ Lady Aiselin’s carriage‍‌ once she visits​‌ the mansion.”

“I⁠⁠​ see. Return the‌ library key now.”‍

“Yes.​ I’ll return the‌ spellbook I’m reading‌⁠ through a servant.”​

“That‌⁠ won’t be necessary.‍‌ Just return the‍‌ key now.”

Dereck‍‍ took a moment‌ to understand the⁠⁠​ implication behind those‍‍ words.

He‍⁠​ flinched slightly and​ looked at the‍​‌ three-star spellbook strapped‌ to his waist.‌

Even‌ for the Duke‍​ of a nation,‌ sharing such a valuable spellbook with⁠‌ a commoner was‍​‍ something to be‍ carefully monitored. In‌‌ monetary value, this​‍ ancient book could​ match the price​‌‍ of a house.‌

Yet⁠‍​ the Duke showed​⁠ no intent of⁠‍⁠ reclaiming the spellbook—he‌‌‍ simply turned his‍ gaze out the⁠‍⁠ window with his⁠​⁠ chin resting on‍⁠‌ his hand.

Dereck​ placed the library​ key on the‌ Duke’s desk.

“If‌‍​ there’s nothing else,‌⁠‍ you may go.”⁠​‌

In‍‍⁠ the dim Duke’s​ office, he sat​ as always, surrounded‍ by a sense⁠​ of duty and‍ a touch of​⁠‍ solitude. He seemed⁠​​ like an immovable‍ statue.

Dereck‍‍‌ bowed in thanks​⁠⁠ and quietly left‌⁠ the Duke’s office.‍

In​​ the corridor outside,‍​ Valerian and Diella‌‍⁠ were already waiting.‍‌‌ Valerian looked slightly⁠ concerned, while Diella⁠‌‍ seemed calm.

“You’ve​ informed our father?”‍‌‍

“Yes.⁠‍‌ I’ll leave for‌​​ Ebelstain soon in‌​⁠ Lady Aiselin’s carriage.”‍

“…So‍‍ that’s what you’ve‌ decided.”

Valerian​ looked at Dereck‌​ with a trace​ of regret. He​​‍ had visited Dereck⁠‍⁠ early that morning‍ for a reason—to⁠‍ ask if he‌ could continue guiding‌ Diella. But Dereck’s‍⁠‌ opinion was firm.⁠‌‌

Continuing‌ to teach her‍​ might not be‌‌ beneficial to Diella.‌‍‍ And for Dereck,‍⁠‌ it would be⁠ time wasted—time he‌ could use to‍​‌ advance his own​ magic.

From‍‌ the perspective that⁠‍⁠ it would benefit‌ neither, the only‌‍ conclusion was that⁠⁠ continuing the magic​‌ lessons was pointless.‍‌

In‍​‌ the end, Valerian‍ accepted Dereck’s words​ and silently patted‍ his shoulder.

“Very‍ well. You’ve done⁠ a great job.⁠ The Duplain family​ owes you much.”‌​​

“Not​ at all. On​‌ the contrary, I feel that teaching‍ Lady Diella has‌‍​ reinforced my own​ magical theory.”

“…Take‌ this with you.”‌⁠

Valerian‍‌​ took a thumb-sized⁠‌⁠ medallion from his⁠⁠‌ pocket. On the‌‍‌ front was the⁠​ great seal of⁠​‌ House Duplain, and‌‍‍ on the back,⁠ Valerian’s own engraved‍ seal.

“If​ you show this‌ in the noble⁠‍‌ district shops of‌‍‍ Ebelstain, it will‌ prove you are⁠ under the Duke‌‌ of Duplain’s protection.​ I’ll point you‍‌ to some good⁠‌​ supplies exclusive to⁠⁠ our family.”

“…Thank‍‍‌ you.”

Dereck‍ accepted the gesture‍ and placed the‌⁠‌ medallion with the‍ Duplain seal in‍‍ his pocket. Then,‍‌ he gave Valerian⁠⁠⁠ a small bow​‍⁠ and turned to⁠​ Diella.

Diella‍⁠ gazed at Dereck​​​ with a surprisingly‍​ firm expression.

“You⁠​⁠ came so suddenly,‌ and now you’re‍‍ saying you’ll leave⁠⁠ just as suddenly.”‍‌

“That’s‌⁠‌ the life of‍ a wandering mercenary,​​ isn’t it?”

“I⁠⁠ know you don’t‌‌ want to hear​ it, but I’ll​‌⁠ say it anyway.”⁠‍​

Diella‍‌ hesitated for a moment, then, as​⁠‍ if deciding she​ must speak, raised​‌ her head proudly⁠ and said:

“…Can’t‍ you not go?”‍‍

As‍ if those words‍‍‍ struck his heart⁠ like a dagger,‌⁠ Valerian closed his⁠ eyes tightly.

Dereck​⁠ looked at Diella‍​⁠ calmly, then, with⁠⁠ a gentler expression,‌ said:

“As​‍​ always, I’ll spend‌ my time in‌‍⁠ the taverns of‍‌ Ebelstain, playing the​⁠‌ role of a mercenary. I’ll also​​ study a lot‌ of magic.”

“…I​⁠‍ see.”

“Lady‌ Diella, once you’ve‍ gained your cultural⁠ education here, you’ll‍ be granted a grand residence in‌ preparation for high‌​‌ society and will⁠‍ come to the​⁠‍ noble district of​​‍ Ebelstain, right? Just‍ like Lady Aiselin.”‌

Dereck‍​ smiled gently. It⁠ was rare to​ see such a smile on his⁠ typically stoic face.⁠

“We’ll‍‍‌ meet again soon.⁠⁠ If by then⁠⁠ I’ve improved a bit more, maybe⁠‍ I’ll have something​⁠‍ new to teach​⁠ you.”

At⁠⁠ Dereck’s calm words,⁠⁠⁠ Diella could only⁠‌​ nod.

His‌ words were always‌ like that—truthful, leaving​⁠‌ no room for‌‌ argument.

***⁠​

That​​ night, Diella had‍‍ a nightmare.

A dream of the‍⁠ days when she​ was trapped in​​ the pavilion, accomplishing‌​ nothing.

Sitting‍‌‍ quietly in her‌ room, wasting time,⁠⁠‍ hearing whispers like​ demonic voices.

Diella,​ you’re useless. Incompetent.⁠‌⁠ Nothing but a name with noble‍ blood.

The⁠‌ whispers filled her‌‍ ears until the‍ walls seemed to‌ close in. The⁠ world shrank to‍ a point, crushing⁠ her, suffocating her—until‍⁠ she suddenly woke⁠ up.

Soaked​ in sweat, she​‌‍ sat up in​​‌ bed, moonlight seeping​⁠ through the curtains⁠‍‌ of the dark​‌ room.

A maid with a surprised expression stood⁠​​ hesitantly.

“Lady‍‍ Diella, are you‌ alright? I heard​⁠ a sound and‌​‌ came in…”

“…”⁠⁠

After‌‌‌ steadying her breath,‍ Diella exhaled deeply.⁠‍⁠ The thought of‌ Dereck’s departure left​ an inexplicable emptiness.​ She realized how​⁠ much she had‍‌ relied on him.⁠

Honestly,‌ she didn’t want‍ Dereck to go.‌‍

But‌ she had no⁠ reason to stop‌‍‍ him.

—“Isn’t⁠‍ it you, Lady⁠‍‌ Diella, who controls‌​​ the whole situation?”⁠‍‍

Then,⁠​ suddenly, something Dereck‍‌ once said came​‍ to mind.

Yes.​⁠‌ In the end,‍⁠ Diella was the​⁠ one in control‌ of the situation.‍​⁠

Dereck‌ was leaving because‍ Diella had completely‍ changed, so there⁠​ was no reason​‍⁠ for him to​​‍ remain. If she​ created a reason‍​ for him to​ stay, it would‍​​ be enough. It⁠‍ was clear that⁠ if she returned‍⁠‍ to her old‌​​ ways—abusing the servants,‍‍‍ causing chaos—he’d stay​‍​ for her.

After​ all, he was⁠⁠ the one who⁠‌ changed her. Surely,‍‌⁠ the Duke and‍​​ Valerian would want‌​ to keep him‍ again. That way,‍​⁠ she could stay​‌ with Dereck.

Diella​ silently looked at​‍ the concerned maid.​​

She⁠ could slap her,​​ scold her for‍​ entering the young⁠⁠ lady’s room without⁠ permission. If she‍ caused a scene,​⁠​ Dereck would stay.⁠

Her⁠ eyes sparkled with‌‌‍ mischief.

“…No.⁠ I’m fine. Could‍ you bring me​ a glass of​⁠‌ water?”

“Yes!‌ I’ll be back​ from the kitchen⁠‍​ right away. Please⁠‌‍ wait a moment.”‌

But⁠⁠‌ Diella didn’t.

She‍‌ sat quietly at⁠⁠ the tea table​‍ in the middle‌‍ of the room,​ touching her face⁠ under the soft⁠‌⁠ moonlight.

Who⁠​ would she be‌‍ causing such a scene for?

Creating⁠ such chaos would⁠ only negate everything‍⁠⁠ Dereck had done⁠⁠⁠ until now. Even⁠‍ if it meant‍⁠ he would leave,‌‍ Diella couldn’t stand‌​ to taint the⁠​ meaning he had‌‌ left behind. She⁠‌‍ would never want​​ to defile what⁠‌⁠ he had built‍ with his own⁠⁠ hands.

How‌‌‍ normal life had​⁠⁠ become again. The​⁠​ mansion’s servants now‍‍⁠ smiled at her⁠ kindly, and her‍ family spent each​​ day with ease.​​​ These everyday moments⁠‌‍ were so precious.​⁠

Because‍⁠ Dereck didn’t want‌‍ her to lose​ sight of that,‌⁠‍ Diella could only⁠‍‌ wipe her face​⁠‍ and weep silently.‍⁠

What⁠‌‍ mattered most was⁠‌ Dereck’s ambition—it pierced‍ her heart.

His⁠⁠ ambition, revealed when⁠⁠⁠ they once gazed⁠​‍ at the sky⁠‍​ together in the​ garden, was not‍​ to be content‌⁠‍ as a commoner,‍‌⁠ but to become‍‍ a high-level mage.​⁠ Staying tied to‍‍ this noble mansion⁠ would only hinder‍‌ his path.

So​‍ Diella couldn’t stop​ Dereck. He was​⁠‍ a man with​‍ wings.

The​‌ girl held back⁠‌‍ her tears and,‌ soon, wore a look of resolve.‍

***‍⁠

That‍​⁠ night, Diella had⁠ a nightmare.

She‍ dreamed of the‌​‌ days when she​​⁠ was trapped in‌‍‍ the pavilion, achieving⁠‌ nothing. Sitting quietly⁠ in her room,‌​ wasting time, she‌‍ heard whispers like‍​ demonic voices:

Diella,​​‍ you’re good for‍​‌ nothing. Incompetent. You’re⁠ nobody, with nothing⁠ to show but​​‌ your lineage.

The‌​‌ whispers filled her​⁠ ears until the​​ walls of the⁠ room seemed to‌‌ close in. The‌‍⁠ world shrank to‌⁠​ a point, crushing​ her, drowning her‌‌‍ in agony—until she‍​‍ suddenly awoke.

Bathed⁠ in sweat, she‌​ sat up in‍ bed, moonlight filtering​ through the curtains⁠‌⁠ into the dark‌ room.

A maid stood there,​‌‍ startled, hesitating.

“Miss⁠⁠ Diella, are you​ all right? I heard a noise‌​ and came in…”⁠‍

“…”⁠

After⁠‍ steadying her breath,‍ Diella sighed deeply.‍‍ The thought that⁠​ Dereck was about‌ to leave brought‌ an inexplicable emptiness.‌‌ She realized how​​ much she depended‍ on him.

Honestly,‌‌⁠ she wished he‌​⁠ wouldn’t go.

But⁠‌‌ there was no‌​ reason to hold‌ him back.

—‘After⁠‍ all, isn’t it​ Miss Diella who​ controls the whole‍‌​ situation?’

Then,‌​ suddenly, a line⁠ he had once​‍ said came to⁠‍ her mind.

Yes.‍⁠‌ In the end,⁠ the control lay​ with Diella.

Dereck‍ was leaving because⁠ Diella had changed⁠ completely, so he‌⁠ had no reason‍⁠ to intervene further.‍​ If she gave​‍⁠ him a reason‌‍​ to stay—if she⁠ reverted to her‌⁠ old ways, slapping​‌ servants, acting out,‌ causing chaos—she could⁠ keep him.

The​⁠ one who had⁠ changed Diella was​⁠‍ no one but‌ him, and surely‌ the Duke and‍‌ Valerian would want‌‍‌ to keep him⁠‍ in the mansion⁠ again. That way,‌ she could remain⁠‍‌ by Dereck’s side.‌

Diella‌ looked silently at‌‍⁠ the worried maid.‍​‍ She could slap‌‍⁠ her face, scold⁠​‍ her for daring‍‍‌ to enter her⁠ ladyship’s room without⁠⁠ permission. By making‍⁠​ a scene, causing​⁠ chaos, she could‌ force Dereck to⁠ stay—for her sake.​​‌

Her⁠⁠‌ eyes gleamed with⁠‍⁠ mischief.

“…No.‌‍‍ I’m fine. Could​ you bring me‌ a glass of‍‌ water?”

“Yes,⁠⁠ Miss Diella! I’ll‌​ return right away‍⁠ from the kitchen.‌​ Please wait a moment.”

But‍ Diella did not‌‌ call her back.‌​

She‍⁠ sat quietly at‍ the tea table⁠‌‌ in the center‍​​ of the room,‌ gently stroking her‌​⁠ cheek by the‍⁠⁠ soft moonlight.

For​‌‌ whom would she⁠‍ cause such a scandal?

Creating‌ that chaos would⁠⁠ only negate everything​ Dereck had done⁠​​ so far. Even⁠​​ if it meant‌ he’d stay, Diella‌‌‍ could not bear‌ to undo the‌⁠ significance of what‍ he’d built. She‌‌ would never soil⁠‌ the meaning he​ had crafted with‌ his own hands.‌​⁠

How⁠ normal life had​‌ become again: the​‌ mansion’s servants smiling⁠ kindly, her family‍​‌ going about each‌‍‍ day with light‍⁠‍ hearts. How happy‍​ those everyday moments‌​ were.

Because‍ Dereck didn’t want⁠ her to neglect‍ these, Diella could​‍​ only wipe her⁠​⁠ face and sob​ in silence.

Most‍​‍ important was Dereck’s⁠ own ambition, which‌‌⁠ pierced her heart.‍‍

His⁠ ambition—revealed when they’d​ looked up together‍​ at the garden‍ sky—was not to​ be content as⁠​⁠ a commoner, but⁠​ to become a high‐level mage. Staying⁠‍ bound to this​⁠‌ noble mansion would⁠ only hinder him.​

That‌ was why Diella‌‌ could not keep​ Dereck. He was⁠ a man with​ wings.

The⁠ girl held back‍‍​ her tears and,‍‍⁠ shortly after, adopted‌⁠‌ an expression full‌​‍ of determination.

***​

Four‍ days later, as‍⁠​ Lady Aiselin prepared​‍‌ to return to​‌‌ Ebelstein:

At‌ the main gate‌ of the Duplain⁠‌‌ noble mansion, a grand carriage and‌ many servants gathered‍ to see her⁠ off.

Lady​ Aiselin, with a somewhat complicated expression,‍‍‌ greeted the servants‍‌⁠ and then bit⁠ her lip when​‍ Dereck approached.

“Shall‍‌⁠ I set you‍‍​ down at the‌‍⁠ entrance to Ebelstein?​ Or would the⁠ commercial district be‍ better?”

“The‌⁠‌ commercial district would‌ be more convenient.‍ Thank you for⁠​‍ considering it.”

“No,​​ at least that‌​⁠ I can do.”⁠

It⁠​ was a damp‌ early dawn.

As‍ often happens late⁠‍‍ in spring, there‌ was a light⁠⁠ mist, but you‌‌ could still feel⁠‍⁠ the characteristic freshness​‌​ of morning.

At⁠‌ that subtle boundary⁠ between night and‍ day, the world⁠​ felt almost empty.⁠⁠​

Only‍‍ the birdsong in​​‌ the garden—still untouched‍‌ by sunlight—echoed hollowly.‍ Dereck thanked Lady​⁠⁠ Aiselin and, before​ climbing into the​​‌ carriage, glanced around.‍

Valerian​⁠⁠ and Leigh, who​‌ had come early,⁠‌⁠ gave slight bows;​​‍ Dereck responded with‌⁠ a nod.

Then​​‍ Diella, who had⁠‌​ been crouched between​‍⁠ her elder brothers,⁠‍⁠ stepped forward. She‌​​ still wore a firm expression. Though⁠ she had often‍ cried, surprisingly she⁠​​ showed a determined⁠⁠ face at this​ farewell.

He’d‌‍⁠ expected her to‍ throw a tantrum,‍ to beg him‌ not to go—but‌​ the opposite happened.​

As‍ if reading his⁠‍‍ thoughts, Diella said‌ with a familiar⁠ smile:

“What?​‌ You thought I’d⁠‍‍ throw a fit​‍ and tell you​​⁠ not to leave?‌​ I’m no longer⁠​⁠ a child.”

“…I‌ see. I see‌ you in a new light.”

Dereck‌‍ half‑laughed, then looked⁠ up at the⁠ sky lightening above‌‌ and spoke to‍‍ Diella:

“Still,‌⁠‍ it’s been an‌ honor teaching you,‌‌⁠ Miss Diella. I may not be‌ able to proudly‌⁠⁠ call myself your‍ master anywhere, but‌ I hope you⁠ remember the magic​ we practiced together.”⁠​‌

“I’m‍​‌ sorry, but I’ll‌ proudly proclaim that‍⁠‍ you are my‍ master.”

“…”‍⁠

“Even‍​⁠ if you want⁠⁠ a quiet life,​ it won’t turn​​ out as you‍‍‍ wish. Imagine how​ many will whisper​⁠ about being Diella‍⁠ Catherine Duplain’s teacher.​ Hehe.”

The​ girl chuckled mischievously,⁠‌ smoothed her abundant‍‍‌ golden hair several​​ times, then spoke​ frankly:

“Don’t‍​‍ hurt yourself doing​​‍ mercenary work for‍ nothing.”

“I’ll​ be fine. I hope you take‌ care of yourself​‌⁠ too, Miss Diella.”​⁠

“No⁠⁠ need to worry⁠‍ about me.”

Diella​​⁠ made no scene.​⁠ She toyed silently⁠​⁠ with the ends‍‌‍ of her hair,‌ then with a resolute look said:‍

“I’m​⁠⁠ grown now. See?​ I can take​ care of myself.”‌

Saying​ this, she placed‌‍ her hands on​​‍ her hips and​ then boldly thrust‌‌ out her chest⁠ with a satisfied​‍‌ smile.

In‍ that moment, Dereck‍‍⁠ was taken aback,‍​​ his eyes widening‌⁠​ in shock.

It‌‍‌ was a memory​‍​ that suddenly struck⁠ him—one that had‍​⁠ long been buried⁠‍‌ deep in Dereck’s‌ subconscious, pushed aside‍ and misunderstood for⁠ a long time.​‌‌

—‘I’m‌‌​ grown now. I can take care⁠ of myself.’

Long‌ ago, young Dereck‍​‍ had said the​‌ same. Just like​‌ Diella now. He​ didn’t want to‍⁠ burden someone who⁠‍‍ was leaving, so‌ he’d spoken with‌⁠‌ a forced smile,‍ body tense.

To‍‍‌ let the one​ departing continue their​​ journey untroubled, he’d‌⁠‍ mustered that brave⁠ face. But instead‍ of relief, his​‌⁠ master had hugged⁠‌‍ him tightly, worry​ etched on his‍​ face.

And…⁠⁠ whispered something to‌‍⁠ Dereck.

He⁠‌‍ hadn’t understood those‌‍ words at the​ time, but still,​ he buried that⁠‍ farewell deep in⁠ his heart and​ moved on.

And‌ in time, he⁠ had his own‌‍ pupil.

Seeing‍ his pupil bravely‌⁠ declare her maturity⁠​⁠ as she prepared⁠⁠‍ to depart… everything‌‍ clicked into place⁠‍​ like dominoes, and⁠​ he understood.

The⁠ girl was still​‌ too young. Her⁠ road was long.‍⁠‌ Many more life​⁠‌ trials lay ahead,‌⁠‌ and as she‍⁠ journeyed, she would‍‌⁠ face new rebellions.‌⁠‌

Amid‍‍‌ life’s waves, how​‍‍ fragile was the‌ figure of that‍‌ little girl, asserting​‍ her adulthood with‍⁠ unsteady steps. That​⁠ image remained in​⁠‍ someone’s heart.

Only‌‌​ now did Dereck⁠ fully grasp the​⁠ emotions that had​⁠ lingered on Katia’s‌ face that day.⁠​‍

He⁠​⁠ finally understood completely⁠‍ the soft words‍‍ his master had⁠⁠⁠ once whispered to⁠ him:

“Miss​​ Diella.”

So⁠ Dereck knelt and‌ gently laid a hand on Diella’s‍ shining golden hair.‍​

And‌‍‍ softly spoke, in‌‌​ a low voice:⁠⁠

“You​ don’t need to​​⁠ grow up too⁠ fast.”

At‌⁠⁠ those words, Diella’s‌ pupils widened briefly,‌ then she bit‌⁠‌ her lip. She‍‍⁠ seemed to hold‌‍ back her emotions,‌‌​ struggling to contain​ them. Tears that​⁠ she could no⁠ longer hold back⁠‍ fell silently from⁠​ her reddened eyes.​​​

Dereck⁠ rose in silence‍ and set his‌ cloak’s hat in⁠​ place.

“Dereck!”⁠⁠

Perhaps‍​ there was no‌‌​ time for lengthy‌‌‌ farewells—Diella called out​‌​ once. Her next‌ words were brief:‍⁠‍

“Until​⁠‍ we meet again.”‌⁠

The‍‌ girl would come​​​ to Ebelstein’s social​‍⁠ circles. Thus, Dereck‌‍ could bid her​ goodbye calmly as‍​​ he climbed into‍⁠ the carriage.

“I’ll⁠​ see you in⁠⁠ Ebelstein.”

***​⁠​

Chirp.‌

The‍‍ heavy carriage door‍‍‍ opened, and Dereck⁠‌ stepped down heavily.‌‍‍

Stretching‌​ his lean frame,​‌​ he looked around​​ and realized it⁠⁠‍ was quite late.​​‍

The​⁠⁠ narrow winding alley‌‍‌ still reeked of‍⁠​ life, heaps of⁠ trash piled in​⁠ corners—old wooden crates,‍ scraps of food,​​‌ rusted knives scattered⁠ everywhere.

“Mr.‌‍ Dereck, if you‍​ ever come to⁠ the noble district,‌​‍ please visit us.⁠​ I’ll serve you‍ the best tea,​ and if you​ need anything, don’t‍⁠ hesitate to ask.”‌

“Yes,‍‍⁠ thank you.”

“You’re⁠‌​ always welcome at‌ the mansion.”

Lady‌‍ Aiselin leaned forward‌‌ to bid farewell.⁠ Though they’d settled‌⁠ many matters during‍‍ the ride, something⁠ still weighed on​‍​ her heart at‍‌⁠ parting.

As​‌ Dereck bowed politely,​ the carriage began‍‍⁠ to move slowly‍ toward the noble‍​‌ district.

—Tinkle‍ tinkle.

Having‍ alighted, he crossed⁠‍ back into the⁠ commoner streets, now‌‍ bathed in moonlight.​‌​

Barefoot⁠ children played, beggars⁠​⁠ sat here and⁠ there, soliciting alms​ from passersby.

In‍ the distance, the‍‌‌ cries of a beaten woman and⁠ boisterous drunkards mixed,​ and from a cheap tavern came⁠ an indistinct song.‍​

It⁠​ was a world‌ entirely opposite the‌​⁠ noble district, where​⁠⁠ the air always​ carried luxurious scents.​ Here, breathing deeply,⁠ he felt an​‍ indescribable satisfaction—like returning‍ home after a long journey.

“Well,⁠⁠​ your skin’s improved—noble⁠⁠ mansion food must‍⁠‍ be good.”

As‌ he headed down‌ the tavern street,‍ a girl sitting⁠‌‍ cross‑legged on an‌ old wooden crate⁠⁠ in the alley’s⁠‍ corner spoke. Her‍⁠‌ tone casual, chin⁠‍‌ propped on her‌ hand, it sounded‍​ entirely natural.

Clad‌‌‌ in a worn‍ old cloak, she​ was the very‌ image of a mercenary. A large‍‍⁠ bow hung across‍ her back, and‍ her platinum‑blonde hair​‌‍ was carefully tied⁠​​ back.

“Oh,‍ Pheline.”

If⁠​‍ this fetid alley​⁠‌ could be called⁠​ Dereck’s home, then​‍ that girl was​ surely an old‌​‍ friend from his‌⁠ past neighborhood.

At‌ last, Dereck felt⁠‌⁠ he had truly‌‌​ come home.

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