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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 25: Belmiard (5)

Chapter 25: Belmiard (5)

The​ Globeltein Cultural Hall‌

This⁠ majestic hall, named​‌⁠ in honor of⁠⁠ Sir Globeltein Ebelstein,⁠​ founder of the‌‌ city, was where​‍ socialites discussed aesthetics,‍⁠⁠ auctioned artworks, and⁠‌ occasionally held small‌‌ concerts.

As‍ a gathering place​​‍ for influential people‍‌‌ from all social⁠⁠ strata, it was⁠‍ one of the​⁠ most carefully managed⁠‌ locations in the⁠ noble district. The​‌ aesthetic debates of​ the Rose Salon​​ were also held‍ here.

After‌⁠⁠ the usual exhibition‍ ended, the young⁠⁠ ladies who gathered‌⁠ to cultivate their⁠ culture began to‌‍ leave one by⁠ one. Each was​ an important figure​‌ in her own⁠ territory, but even‌ in a galaxy⁠⁠ full of stars,​​‍ some shone brighter‍ than others.

“In‍ the next gathering,⁠‌ a magic duel‍‍​ is planned. Lately,​ there’s been talk⁠​ about how extraordinary⁠‍‍ Lady Ellen’s magic‌ skills have become,‍ and hearing those​ stories makes me‌⁠⁠ nervous too.”

Aiselin,‍ surrounded by her​‌ maids and smiling​‍‍ charmingly, walked flanked‍ by her followers.⁠⁠ Lesser nobles from‌ the frontier flattered‍​⁠ her, hoping to​ catch even a bit of her​‌ attention.

Aiselin​ treated them with​‍‍ a courteous smile,​⁠‌ but in her‍ heart, she probably‌ didn’t consider them⁠‍ meaningful connections. Ellen​ was sure of‍ it as she​‍ watched.

Ellen,‍‍‍ smoothing her reddish‍ hair, handed her​‌ maid a luxurious‌‍‌ feather quill, a scented sachet, and⁠ a pair of​‌‍ antique-looking opera glasses.‌⁠

Then,​⁠ after her maid⁠ carefully adjusted her‍⁠​ dress, she followed‍⁠ Aiselin through the​‍​ corridor.

When⁠ the two were​‍ together, the lesser​⁠ nobles around them‌⁠ fell silent. They​‌ feared interrupting their⁠‍‍ conversation and breaching⁠​ etiquette.

“Lady‌‌‍ Aiselin, you’re far‍ too modest. You‍ haven’t lost a single magic duel‌⁠ in the salon‍​ this quarter. You‍⁠ truly deserve to​‌ be called the⁠⁠ flower of House​ Duplain.”

“Oh‌ my, Lady Ellen,‍⁠‍ your compliments make​ me blush.”

Although⁠​ Ellen emotionally acknowledged‌ Aiselin, she couldn’t​ help but feel‌‌‌ a strange envy​‌ and jealousy toward‌‍‍ her.

The‌ more perfect and​‌ flawless someone was,‌⁠ the more one​ harbored inexplicable resentment.⁠⁠ It was a common feeling rooted⁠ in inferiority complexes.​‍

However,⁠⁠​ today Ellen was‌⁠‍ more cheerful than⁠‌‍ usual.

Why​ hide it? The⁠ news about Dereck⁠‌‌ had piqued Aiselin’s‍⁠ curiosity too, so‌ there was no⁠ reason for secrecy.‍​‍

“I‌‌ recently decided to‍​ accept a new​⁠ magic instructor. Master⁠​⁠ Felmiar objected, but‌ I insisted because‌‌ he has a good track record.⁠⁠⁠ I don’t have‍‍‌ the authority to​‌‌ ignore the opinions‌​ of the staff‌⁠⁠ in the noble‌‍ district, but being‌ the lady of‍ a mansion has‍⁠ its perks.”

“Ah,⁠ really? Lady Ellen,‍ you’re so proactive.​‌​ You must have‌​ great confidence in‍‌⁠ this instructor.”

“In​‌‍ fact, it’s more‌ like your trust,‍‌ Lady Aiselin.”

“How⁠ so?”

When‌​ Aiselin asked innocently,‍‌⁠ Ellen replied with‍ a smile on⁠‍​ her lips.

“The​​ mercenary named Dereck​⁠‌ you mentioned last​​‌ time. He’s currently⁠‌ on a new⁠​‍ mission with the‍ Beldern Mercenary Corps​⁠⁠ in the tavern⁠ district, so I spoke with him​⁠ and brought him⁠‍​ here.”

“Dereck?!​‍​ He must be‍‌‌ so busy with​​⁠ his mercenary work!”​⁠

Upon​ hearing his name,⁠‍‌ Aiselin’s face lit‌​‌ up.

Even⁠‍ after he left‍ the Duplain mansion,​‌‌ Aiselin often mentioned⁠‍‍ him during her​ tea meetings with​ Diella.

Her‌‌‌ younger sister had‌ assured her that⁠ Dereck was probably‍‌‌ just busy with​‌ mercenary work, so‍‍ there was no​ need to worry‍⁠ if he didn’t⁠​ show up. It‌​​ was true—Dereck was‍​ a man who‍‌‍ only understood magic​‌ and money.

“Well,​ it’s true. He’s‌ been in real​‌‌ combat every chance​ he gets, under​‍⁠ the guise of‌‌‍ training, and also​​‍ studying magic.”

“Since​ you know him⁠​ personally, you know​‌⁠ he’s a deep​⁠ and dependable person.​ You’ve found a good teacher. Congratulations,‍‌ Lady Ellen.”

‘…This​‌​ doesn’t feel right…’‍​

Seeing‍ Aiselin’s radiant expression,​‍‌ Ellen felt slight‌‍ discontent.

Wasn’t⁠​ she the one‍​ who had brought‌ in the wandering‍ instructor that even‍ Aiselin couldn’t retain‍‍​ in her mansion?​

She⁠‌ expected some resentment,‌⁠‌ but instead, Aiselin‌‍ sincerely congratulated her.‌

In​​‍ truth, Aiselin somewhat​ understood. Dereck, born‍​ with vast wings,​⁠⁠ wasn’t someone who‌⁠‍ could be caged.​⁠‍

Ellen​‍⁠ had accepted his‌ teachings knowing he​ was only seeking‍‍ a temporary place.​‌⁠

Still,‍​‌ if someone with​‌ magical talent like‍⁠ Ellen received Dereck’s⁠ teachings… Aiselin couldn’t‌ remain complacent.

Lately,​ there had been‌⁠⁠ few worthy rivals​ in magic duels.​‍​ Even Aiselin felt​​ her senses dulling.⁠

Having​​‍ a competent rival‍‌ like Ellen would​ greatly help sharpen‍⁠‌ her skills. Sincerely,‌​​ Aiselin wanted to​​‍ support her.

However,⁠‍ a sudden memory⁠⁠‍ flashed through her‌ mind.

— ‘Diella. I was‌​​ thinking of asking‍‍‍ Dereck to evaluate‍⁠ my magic someday…‌​​ What do you​‌ think?’

— ‘…Aiselin, sister. There’s‌‍ really no need.‌ You’ve already reached‌ a high magical​⁠​ level.’

— ‘Even so, I think having an⁠ expert review it‍⁠ could help me‌‌ improve even more.​‌ I was thinking⁠⁠ of sending someone‌‌ to the mercenary‌‌‌ corps to inquire.‌​⁠ Dereck doesn’t seem⁠‍⁠ to come to⁠‌⁠ the noble district⁠‍ often…’

— ‘Absolutely not, sister.‍ There’s no need​ at all… Someone‌⁠ as established as‍​ you doesn’t need‍​ Dereck’s teaching.’

Diella’s‍‍‍ pale face looked​‍‍ serious as she​​ dissuaded her. Aiselin​​‌ thought her lovely‍⁠ younger sister was‌ just jealous of​‌‍ her “stealing” her⁠‌‌ teacher Dereck.

While‌​ Aiselin responded with⁠‍ a soft smile‌⁠‍ to her adorable‌‍ sister… Diella didn’t‍​ stop her for‌​‍ that reason.

Dereck’s⁠⁠ brutal training methods‍⁠ sometimes included techniques‌ unthinkable for noble‌​ ladies.

He’d⁠⁠​ take them to⁠⁠​ the forest and‌⁠ force them to‌​ exhaust all their‌ mana, or suddenly‌​⁠ make them run,‍​⁠ emphasizing the importance⁠‌‍ of physical endurance…⁠⁠ He came up​⁠⁠ with all sorts⁠‍ of strange methods​​ that the delicate​‌⁠ flowers of noble​⁠ houses struggled to​⁠‍ endure.

From‍‌​ the beginning, slapping‌​⁠ them upon meeting​ and dragging them‍‌ into the woods‌ to toughen them‌‌‍ up was not‍ normal for a magic instructor. It‌​‍ was something noble‌ ladies, always protected,‍​‌ simply couldn’t tolerate.⁠‍

“…”⁠⁠⁠

What‌‍⁠ would be the​ point of saying‌‌ it? Dereck, the⁠ instructor, was like‍‌⁠ bitter medicine.

It​⁠ was magic capable‍⁠‍ of granting any​‌‍ wish—but not without​‌‌ a cost.

If​ she had known⁠​‌ beforehand, perhaps she‍ could have prepared​ herself mentally. But​ if Ellen knew‍‌ about the mercenary’s‌​ harsh teaching methods,​‍ it was something​ no one else‌⁠‌ knew.

While​ these thoughts crossed‍⁠ her mind, concern‌ appeared on Aiselin’s​⁠​ face.

Resting⁠⁠ her chin on‍⁠‍ her hand, she‍⁠ looked at Ellen‍​‍ with unease, but‌‍‌ Ellen, consumed by‌ her jealousy and⁠​ resentment, curled her⁠⁠​ lips into a mocking smile.

‘Of⁠ course. Now I understand why it‍ was important to⁠​‍ bring that instructor,‌​‍ Dereck, along.’

Unfortunately,‌ Ellen misinterpreted Aiselin’s‌ worried expression.

She​ thought it was‌​‍ resentment over having‌⁠‌ “stolen” Dereck. She‍‍⁠ never imagined that​⁠ Aiselin’s expression would⁠⁠ crumble like that…‌​ An inexplicable satisfaction‌​‍ grew within Ellen.⁠‌‍

“Excuse⁠‌ me…”

“Oh‌‌⁠ dear, look at‍ the time. I’m‍ supposed to have​⁠⁠ my first lesson‍‍‌ today, so I must return to‍‌ the mansion.”

With‍ that, Ellen adjusted​ her hair and‌ left with a graceful laugh, walking‌​ away confidently.

Aiselin,‍⁠⁠ still concerned, could‌​ only watch her⁠‍​ figure recede.

The​​ nobles nearby also⁠ watched Aiselin and​ Ellen with puzzled‍ expressions.

As​ valuable as a magic instructor might⁠⁠‍ be, they found⁠⁠ it hard to​​ imagine the dignified‍​ Aiselin being so⁠‍ easily outdone just⁠‌⁠ because of a new teacher.

‘Even‌ though I knew‌​ Ellen was prone‍‌​ to jealousy, I didn’t expect her‍​ to pin her‍‍ hopes on a street mercenary who​ can’t even win⁠‌ sparring matches…’

Denise‌ of the Ducal​​‌ House Beltus sighed​ from a distance.‍

Futile.⁠

Though‍ they couldn’t say‌‍ it aloud, those‌ present shared similar‌‍ thoughts.

***‍‍⁠

“That’s‍ right. I’ll be‌‍‍ focusing on that⁠‌ request for a while.”

“The‍‌​ Prince of Belmiard…​‌ You’re swimming in⁠​ deep waters, Dereck.”⁠‍

“But⁠‌‌ there’s no need​‍​ to go to‌​​ the Count’s residence.‍​ It’s something that​ can be handled⁠‍ within Ebelstein, and‍​⁠ it suits me.”‌‌⁠

The​​ Tears of Veldern‍​​ tavern was as‌⁠ lively as ever⁠ that day.

Dereck,‌ enjoying a delicious‍‍​ apple cider, was⁠⁠​ seated at a secluded table when​ Jayden approached, laughing.‌ Dereck relaxed his⁠⁠‌ posture and told‍‍ him about his‍‍ latest assignment, stating‍ his intention to⁠‍ decline new jobs​⁠‍ for a while.‍‌‌

It‍ was unfortunate for​‍ Jayden, but considering⁠‍ the types of​‌ missions Dereck usually‍‍‌ accepted, he couldn’t‍⁠⁠ complain much. What​⁠‌ worried him more​ was Dereck overworking‍ himself.

“And⁠‌​ if I accept⁠‌​ it, I intend⁠⁠ to do it⁠‌‍ right.”

“Are​⁠‍ you planning to‍⁠⁠ train Ellen to‌​ defeat Aiselin? From⁠​‍ what you’re saying,‌​ Ellen seems talented,‌‌⁠ but… Aiselin’s reputation⁠‌ goes beyond the‍‌ noble district.”

“There’s‍​ really no easy‍​⁠ way. I have​⁠​ two ideas in‍‌​ mind…”

Dereck‌ crossed his arms,⁠⁠ appearing uneasy.

“One⁠‍​ is reaching two-star‍‌ level. That would⁠ give us the‌​ power to beat⁠ her, making victory⁠​⁠ over Aiselin not​⁠‌ just a dream.”‍‌

“That‍​‍ doesn’t sound easy⁠​‌ at first glance.”⁠‌‍

“Yeah,​​⁠ which is why‍‍‌ I thought of‌‍ a second method…⁠⁠ For that, I might need your​ help. That’s why⁠ I came to‍ let you know​ beforehand. If I say I need‌‍‍ help later, please‍‍⁠ support me this‌ time.”

“My​ help?”

Jayden⁠‌ was a veteran‌‌ mercenary who had⁠​ made a name‍‍ for himself in‍ the Dawn War,‌‌ a major conflict‍‌ against monster hordes​​ in the north.‍​​ Though he now⁠⁠ led a peaceful⁠‌⁠ life, his skills‌⁠ were undeniable—something even‍‌ Dereck acknowledged.

“And⁠ to avoid errors⁠‌ for safety… I’d⁠‍ like Pheline to​​‌ be involved too.”‌

“Me?”‍

Pheline,‌​ who had been​‍ sipping liquor beside⁠‌‌ them, looked at​ Dereck with half-closed,‍⁠ unfocused eyes.

Judging‍⁠‌ by her habit⁠‍‌ of drinking in⁠​​ broad daylight, she⁠⁠ didn’t seem interested​‌​ in working today.‍​

“Dereck.‌​⁠ I already told⁠‍ you you’d regret​ getting dragged around​ by those noble‍⁠‌ kids…”

“And‌ why are you‌ drinking in the​ middle of the‍⁠ day?”

“She‌ lost a lot​‌ of money gambling.‍ She was playing⁠‌ cards with some‍‌‍ of today’s patrons.”‍​⁠

“…”‍​

Dereck⁠‌⁠ squinted toward Pheline,⁠ who, face flushed,‌ rubbed her cheeks​ and groaned.

“Who‌‍​ would’ve thought an​ ace would show⁠‌‌ up then?”

She‌‌‌ still hadn’t broken⁠ her habit of‍​ running off to‍‍ gambling dens and‍‍ wasting money. Dereck​⁠‍ sighed and patted⁠​‌ her shoulder.

“Either​‍‍ way, I’ll make⁠⁠⁠ sure you get​ a fair cut,‍​​ so help out,⁠‌‌ will you?”

“Hah,‌ instead of chasing⁠ money to serve‌ nobles, I’d rather…‍ I’d rather…”

“I⁠⁠ boldly asked for​ twenty Adel gold​‌​ coins for this‌ job, and they⁠⁠ accepted immediately. That’s‍​‍ five more than⁠⁠ the Duplain job…‍‍⁠ Nobles sure spend‌‌ differently.”

“…You‌ really raised your​​ price that much?‍‍⁠ What… throwing gold​‌⁠ around like water…”‌

Unable⁠ to finish her‌​‌ sentence, Pheline slumped‌‍ onto the bar⁠ table with a defeated thud. It​⁠⁠ seemed she had⁠ given up.

Jayden⁠‍‌ placed a glass‍ of cold water​ in front of​ her and said:​‍‍

“Alright.‌ Let’s hear your‍​⁠ plan.”

“…”​‌​

After‌​ Dereck explained his​‍ thoughts, Jayden couldn’t​⁠ help but gape⁠‌​ in surprise.

***‍

‘Of‌​​ course, her learning⁠⁠ speed is fast⁠⁠ for someone with⁠‌​ a rough mercenary‍⁠⁠ background.’

That‍​ afternoon, upon visiting​ Ellen’s mansion, Dereck‌‌ began the lesson​​​ without preamble.

Unlike‌ the lessons of​⁠ Belmierd, which always‍​​ emphasized ceremony and‍⁠​ grandly dissected the‍ history of magic,​ Dereck’s lessons cut​ away all unnecessary‌ theory.

He‌‍ had already explained‌‍ it beforehand.

He‍ couldn’t teach noble‍‌ ethics or magical‌⁠⁠ history. He only​⁠ taught practical knowledge.‌‌

And​​‍ that was exactly‌ what Ellen wanted.‌‌⁠

She‍ wanted to quickly‍ acquire the means​ to surpass Aiselin—no​ frills or extras.​​

Foundational‍‌‌ teachings were important,⁠⁠ but what she‍ needed now was⁠‌‌ practical knowledge to‌ satisfy her competitive‌​⁠ spirit.

Thus,‌‍‌ in the private⁠⁠​ outdoor training area‍⁠ beside the mansion,⁠‍ Dereck gathered magical⁠‍​ energy.

“First,‌ we’ll practice combat‌⁠ like last time.​⁠‍ We’ll repeat the⁠⁠ process ten times,‌​ analyze the basics,‍ and then go⁠​ over the key⁠‌ skills needed for⁠‍ magic training. After⁠​‍ that, we’ll go‍​‌ over one-star spells‌ one by one‍‍ to check if‍⁠⁠ your fundamentals are​⁠‌ solid.”

“Do⁠‍ you mean we’re​‍ going to duel⁠⁠ ten times now?”‌

“It’s⁠‍‌ just combat practice.⁠ No formalities needed—first,‍ let’s see how‌⁠ much your practical​‌ skills have improved.”‌⁠‌

Thus,⁠ Ellen and Dereck​‍‌ completed ten consecutive​ sparring rounds.

Then,‌​​ they reviewed the​⁠‍ newly discussed methods​ of magical manifestation⁠​⁠ and spent time​‌ reciting and reviewing‌ one-star spells. Before‍ they knew it,​​ the sun had⁠⁠‌ begun to set.​⁠‌

Ellen,​‍​ drenched in sweat,⁠ collapsed in a corner of the‍‌‍ training field.

Dereck’s​⁠ lessons were vastly⁠​⁠ different from Felmiar’s.‌⁠​ While Felmiar spent​ more than half⁠ the time reciting⁠⁠‍ theory, Dereck had​⁠‍ her fight, attack,‌​ and constantly repeat‌​⁠ magic use during⁠‌ each lesson.

Halfway​‍​ through, Ellen’s mana​​ reserves hit rock‌⁠​ bottom, and in⁠‌⁠ the end, she​‍ had to grit‍⁠⁠ her teeth to‍⁠‌ squeeze out the⁠ last of her‍​ strength for one⁠​ final spell.

When‌⁠‌ she finally manifested​ an ice spear,​‌ she was so‍⁠‍ dizzy she almost​ fainted. Even so,‍​‍ Dereck encouraged her‌ properly, hands clasped⁠‍ behind his back.​​⁠

“You’re‌ doing great, Lady​‌⁠ Ellen!”

“Pant…‌‌ Pant…”

“Let’s‌ manifest the ice‍‍‌ spear one more‍ time. This time,​‌‍ use it together​‍‌ with a confusion‍​ spell.”

“But⁠‍‌ you said that⁠​⁠ was the last⁠⁠​ one…!”

“This⁠ will be the​​‌ last. Just this‌‍ once, then we’re‍‌​ done.”

“Agh…​​ huff…!”

Sitting​​ on the ground⁠​​ of the training⁠‍⁠ area, Ellen gasped,‌‍‌ but somehow gritted⁠‍ her teeth and⁠‍ unleashed her magic.⁠​⁠

At⁠‍ her limit, she⁠‌‌ manifested the ice⁠ spear again and⁠‌ looked at Dereck​⁠ with pride, as‌⁠‌ if saying, “See?‍⁠ I can do⁠‍‌ it too.”

“Gasp…⁠ Gasp… I… I can do it…”⁠

“Now,​ for the very‍ last time, let’s‌ manifest fire arrows.‍ Rest for 15⁠⁠‌ seconds, then… one…‍ two…”

“You​ said the last‍‍ time was the​⁠‌ last one!”

After​⁠‌ that exchange, as‍‌‌ the sun began​‌‍ to set, Ellen,⁠⁠ forgetting all etiquette‌‌⁠ and drenched in⁠‌​ sweat, collapsed on‍‍ the field.

The‌‌‌ attendants watching from‍ a distance swallowed‍‌‍ dryly.

They​⁠‍ felt responsible. It⁠ was difficult to⁠ see their lady‍​ collapsed and sweaty.‌​

They⁠​ wanted to rush​ in, comb her‌ hair, spray perfume,​‍ and bring fresh‍​‍ clothes.

But⁠ Dereck shook his‌⁠‌ head. This was⁠​ Ellen’s private training⁠ area, and no​ one else was‌‌ allowed in.

Thus,‍ Dereck’s magical lesson,‌‍ which pushed Ellen‍ to her limits,‌‌ continued for over⁠​ 30 more minutes⁠‌⁠ before ending.

“Sob…‌‍ Gasp… Gasp…”

It‍​ wasn’t clear if​‍ she was gasping‍‍‍ or sobbing, but‍ Ellen lay on​ the ground, staring​‍⁠ up at the​⁠‌ sky.

At‌​ some point, the‍‍ sky had turned​‌‍ fiery red, and‌ at its edges,​​ twilight’s darkness loomed.​

The‌​⁠ stars had begun‌‌ to faintly twinkle,​‌‍ and it was⁠⁠⁠ hard to tell‍ how long she’d⁠‌‍ been casting. Ellen‌⁠​ had never used⁠ magic continuously for‌​⁠ this long.

“You’ve‌ worked hard. You‍ can eat now.”‌

“…”‌

“Are​⁠‍ you okay?”

It‍‌‌ felt a bit⁠‌​ awkward to ask,⁠ but still, Dereck‍​⁠ expressed concern.

“If⁠ it’s too much,‌‌ quitting is an⁠‌ option.”

Panting,⁠⁠‌ Ellen lay motionless,‍ but eventually rose​​​ and said:

“Hah,‍​ hah.”

“…”​

“Is‍⁠ that all? After‍ all my bold‍⁠‌ declarations about doing‌⁠‍ anything, is this‌⁠​ all you expected?⁠‍⁠ It’s just a bit of physical‌ hardship.”

Surprisingly,​ she hadn’t lost​‌‍ her smile.

Though‍​ struggling to stand,⁠‍⁠ her determination still‌‌ burned.

“After‌ all the grueling​⁠‍ efforts I’ve made​⁠​ to survive in⁠⁠‌ Ebelstein’s society, do‌ I look like‍ someone who’d whine‌​‍ over something like‌ this? I stayed⁠ up three days​‍ and nights reading​​⁠ books on etiquette.​⁠⁠ That kind of‍ question isn’t necessary.”⁠‍‌

“…Understood.‍‌ My perspective was‌‌⁠ narrow.”

“I’m‌‍‍ a bit tired‍‍​ today from attending⁠‌ a social event,‌‍ but starting tomorrow,​ I can fully⁠⁠ commit to training.‍‍ So it would‍⁠⁠ be better to​‌ increase the intensity‌‌ compared to today.”‌‌

“…”‌‌⁠

Dereck⁠⁠ listened and then,⁠‌ expression unchanged, said:‌⁠

“Tomorrow…?​⁠ What do you‍‌ mean?”

“…Huh?”‌

“I⁠ said it’s time⁠‍​ for dinner now.”‍

She⁠ didn’t understand at​ first.

But‍ when she realized​ what he meant,​ Ellen’s face began​​​ to turn pale.​

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