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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 26: Ellen (1)

Chapter 26: Ellen (1)

Running⁠‌ a tavern meant‍​‍ living out of​ sync with the⁠ world.

Opening‌​⁠ the doors at‌‍‌ dusk, closing them⁠ at dawn. On​‍​ the way home,​ as the clear‍ sky turned bluish,​​‍ one would often‍​ see busy people‌‍‌ walking through otherwise⁠ empty streets.

Jayden​​ didn’t think this‌‌ life was bad.‌⁠

Back​ when he roamed⁠‍‍ battlefields decapitating trolls,⁠⁠ there were no‌​‍ life patterns, so‌‌ the comfort of⁠‍ predicting today and‍ tomorrow was welcome.‌‌‍

Of⁠​⁠ course, he never‍ neglected his training‍‍⁠ and occasionally took‍⁠‍ on missions on⁠‌​ his own, staying‌⁠⁠ busy… but essentially,⁠‍‌ he was drunk‍​ on peace. Occasional‌ monster hunts were​ just a diversion​‌⁠ for Jayden, who⁠ had a past‌​ full of fatigue.​⁠⁠

After‍‌‌ cleaning a few‌‌​ clinking glasses, the‍⁠ silence of the​⁠ empty tavern felt⁠ as comforting as​⁠‍ a warm blanket.⁠⁠

Jayden⁠‍ rather enjoyed the​‌​ quiet scene before‍⁠ closing time. During⁠‌​ these moments of⁠‍​ reflection on how‍​ to end the‍ day, a familiar​‌ figure stepped through⁠‌​ the door.

–Creak‍‌

“Still⁠​ open, boss?”

“Dereck.​‌‍ It’s nearly dawn,⁠⁠⁠ what brings you‌⁠ here?”

“Just⁠⁠ want a quick​⁠ bite before heading‌ home. Got anything‌‌ left?”

As‍​‌ always, Dereck looked​ like a mess.⁠

It‍‌​ wasn’t unusual for​‌‍ this mercenary—known for​ shedding neither tears​​⁠ nor blood—to show‌ up covered in‌ dirt and dust.‌‌‍

What⁠ was strange, however,​ was that he​ currently had a lucrative contract and‍‍‍ wasn’t accepting other​ paid jobs.

“No​ way, Dereck. Did‌‍ you go all​ the way to⁠​⁠ the outskirts of​‌ Ebelstain? Without a bounty mission? Don’t‌ tell me you‌ entered the labyrinth.”‍

“Not‌⁠‌ that deep, just​⁠ a bit. I’ve‍ got a plan​‍⁠ I’ll tell you‌ about.”

Exhausted,​​ he sat at⁠ the bar, brushing⁠ his bangs back‌ as he wiped⁠​ his face and​⁠⁠ sighed.

“Want⁠ something to drink?”⁠‍‍

“Almost‌‌⁠ closing time—there’s not‍​ much good stuff‌‌ left.”

“Anything’s⁠‍ fine.”

“As⁠ you wish.”

It‍‌​ was known that‍⁠ Dereck was teaching⁠ a young lady⁠​‍ from the Prince⁠​ Belmiard’s family, spending​‍ nearly the entire​ day with her.‍ Even so, he‍​⁠ found time at​⁠‌ night to explore‌⁠​ the outskirts of​ Ebelstain. He seemed‌ to be perfecting​ his magic or‌ simply wandering.

“Going‌‍⁠ to sleep?”

“I’ll​⁠‍ close my eyes‍⁠ for a bit.”‌

“Then⁠⁠⁠ you’re heading off‍‌ to teach that⁠⁠‍ Belmiard lady again?”​‍​

“I’ve⁠‌ got about three‍‌‍ hours planned. Better‍‍‌ grab what I need and get‍ going.”

Jayden‌​⁠ clicked his tongue‌ and poured him​ a simple drink.‌​ He had never⁠ worked as hard‍ as Dereck even​ in his active⁠‍ days. Dereck seemed‌‍‍ almost possessed by‌⁠‌ the study of⁠‍‌ magic.

He‌​ had met the‌​ boy long ago⁠ in the mercenary‌‍‌ trenches. He knew⁠ all too well‌ the kid’s astonishing‍‌ magical talent—and often‍‌​ found it excessive.‌​‍

“There’s⁠⁠⁠ a letter for‍​ you at the‍ mercenary guild. From‌​​ an unusual sender.”‌

Not‍​ wanting to keep⁠ an exhausted Dereck‍‌‌ any longer, Jayden⁠‌‍ tossed a letter‍⁠‌ with an elegant‍‌ seal onto the​‍ table.

Dereck⁠⁠‍ looked at it⁠‌ with a confused‍‍ gaze and examined‍ the surface.

“It’s‍⁠ from the Elvester​⁠ County. Elvester is⁠ a long train‍‍ ride from here,‌⁠‍ on the eastern​​ edge. I’ve never⁠‍ seen a letter​⁠ come from so‍⁠‌ far away… especially​‍ from a noble⁠​‌ house…”

“Prince‌‍⁠ Elvester, you say?”‌

“Yeah.‍ No matter how⁠⁠ famous your name​ is, it only​​ stretches to Ebelstain,⁠‌‍ right? Do you‍ have some charm‌ that draws in⁠​‌ the nobility?”

“No.⁠‍ It was probably‍​ sent by my​​ mentor. She said⁠⁠ she’d send word‍‍ about her wellbeing⁠⁠‍ if she could.”‍⁠⁠

Dereck’s⁠‍ mentor, Katia Flameheart,‍ was teaching Lady‌ Freya of Elvester‌‍ County.

Knowing‍‍ how incredible she​​ was as a mentor, Dereck was‌​‌ sure she’d be‌⁠⁠ doing well even‌‌⁠ in such a prestigious place.

“The‍⁠⁠ mentor of Lady‍ Freya? That old‌ mage has lived⁠‌ quite a full⁠​⁠ life.”

In‍⁠‍ a kingdom that⁠⁠ seemed to span​​‍ the entire continent,‌ prominent families varied⁠ by region. News⁠ from the east⁠⁠‍ rarely reached the‍ far west of⁠ Ebelstain, but the⁠ names of certain​​‍ influential figures still​‍ made it here.⁠‍⁠

If​⁠⁠ they were talking⁠‍​ about Lady Freya⁠ of Elvester, she‌‌ was nearly considered​ a queen in​‌‌ the Eastern Empire’s​ social circles.

‘In‌‌⁠ Ebelstain terms, she’s‍​⁠ similar to Lady​​ Aiselin.’

Dereck‌​ pocketed Katia’s letter,‌​ unaware that a satisfied smile had​‌‍ crept onto his⁠ face. He seemed‍‌ genuinely pleased to‍‌‌ have received news⁠ from his mentor.‍⁠

For​ Dereck, already a battle-hardened mercenary at​⁠‌ seventeen, such a human expression was⁠ rare. Jayden, watching,​‌ couldn’t help but⁠ think:

‘After‌ all, he’s still⁠‌ human.’

“Dereck.”⁠

Jayden,‌ arms crossed, finally​‍ spoke after silently⁠‍‍ observing Dereck sip​⁠ his fruit wine⁠ in exhaustion.

“Take​​​ care of yourself.”‌‍

“…Don’t‌ worry.”

***​

(Newly​‌ Acquired Magic)
• Combat 1-Star:⁠ ‘Ice Spear’
• Combat 1-Star:‍⁠ ‘Fire Arrow’
• Transformation 1-Star:⁠ ‘Attribute Infusion’
• Confusion 1-Star:⁠ ‘Illusion – Small⁠‌⁠ Animal’
• Combat 2-Star:‍‌⁠ ‘Shadow Bind’
• Combat 2-Star:⁠​‌ ‘Great Protective Shield’​⁠​
• Transformation 2-Star:‍⁠ ‘Crystallization’
• Detection 2-Star:‌‌ ‘Magical Detection’

[One-star‌​​ spells can now‍⁠‌ be used without​​ full incantation.]

***‌

Ellen​‍‌ began to believe⁠‍ in life after​⁠ death. She realized​ that hell wasn’t​ so far away.‌​

Ellen’s⁠‌ resilience was far‌‌ from weak. Though⁠‍ a delicate noble​ lady, her mental‌⁠ fortitude was exceptional,​‍⁠ and her determination‌​‌ so ironclad that⁠ she could endure‍ even the most​‌ grueling lessons.

Even‌⁠‍ so, Dereck’s magic‍ lessons had a mysterious way of‍‍​ pushing people to‌⁠ their limits.

“Lady‍ Ellen! You can​⁠ give more! Today,‌⁠ you must learn​⁠ how to gather‍ the scraps of​​ your depleted magical⁠ energy… to cast​⁠‍ spells efficiently. You⁠⁠ must understand that‍⁠​ feeling!”

“How​⁠‍ can I summon​‌ magic… from the⁠ depths of exhaustion…​ gasp… gasp…? How⁠⁠ is that even‍​ possible…?”

“Is‌ there anything in⁠ this world that‌‌‍ can’t be done​ through sheer will?”‍‌‍

“Words…​ are easy… to‌​ say…!”

“If​‍‍ it seems impossible,​‌‌ giving up is​ always an option.”​​​

Ellen’s⁠⁠⁠ daily routine already​ surpassed what most​⁠ could handle.

She⁠‌‌ rose at dawn‍ for a short‍ magic-use training with⁠‌‍ Dereck, attended liberal‍‍ arts classes in‌​ the morning, ate‌ a quick lunch,‌ dueled all afternoon,​‍ had dinner, rushed​ through magical control‍‌ practice until bedtime,​‍ had a late-night​​‍ snack, and practiced‍ flower arrangements or​⁠‌ played an instrument‍​‍ until the moon⁠ was high in‌‍‌ the sky before‌‍‌ falling asleep.

After‌​ about two weeks,⁠​​ waking up in‍‌‍ the morning left​⁠‌ her in a state where the‌​‍ world seemed blurry.​ It was true—this‌‍ is what it‌‌‌ felt like to‍​⁠ be pushed to⁠ the brink.

“Could‌ this… actually kill‍​⁠ me?”

She‌‍ had made a bold promise to⁠ Dereck, and now​ it was hard​⁠ to say she‌ couldn’t follow through.​‍

Yet,‍⁠⁠ the thought began⁠‍ to grow in‌ her mind that‍ maybe, just maybe,​ if she kept‌‌ pushing this hard,⁠​ she could defeat⁠ Aiselin. Ellen had‍ never lived her​‍​ life so intensely,⁠‍ minute by minute.‌⁠‍

Effort⁠ never betrayed her.‍​‍ Diligent in everything​‌‍ she did, Ellen​ could find satisfaction⁠​⁠ even in this‍‍‌ brutal schedule.

Her‍ desire still burned.‌

But‌⁠ whether her body⁠‍‌ could keep up‍​ was another question.‍‌

“Ah,​​ Lady Ellen. Your⁠‌ skin is suffering⁠ a bit.”

“…”⁠⁠

For‍‍⁠ a butler, commenting⁠⁠‌ on the appearance⁠‌‍ of a lady‌‌ of House Belmiard‍ was a bold​‍ move.

Yet‌​ even so, the⁠⁠ mansion’s butler dared‍‍ to advise Ellen⁠⁠ while helping her‍ dress in the‍⁠ morning.

“My⁠⁠‍ lady, it’s commendable⁠​ to always strive⁠⁠‌ to master magic,​ but when it​​ starts affecting your⁠‍​ appearance, it becomes‍​‌ a serious concern‌​ for us servants.”​‍​

“Yes.‍‍ I was so‌‌ absorbed in my‌ magic that I forgot to care​ for my appearance‍‍‍ for a moment.‍‌‌ Without all of​ you, I’d be‌ in a dreadful​ state. I’m always‍ grateful.”

“…What‍​ if you reduced‌​‌ your magical training‌ schedule a little?”⁠

“…That’s⁠ not possible.”

She⁠ had to defeat‌⁠ Aiselin.

The‌ burning desire to‍ win was incomprehensible⁠ to the butler.‍‍‌

And‌ what if she⁠​​ lost?

He​‍ wasn’t in a position to make‍ such irresponsible comments,​‍ but maybe it⁠ was time someone‍‌‍ showed her the⁠​‌ reality.

No⁠‌​ one ignored that‌ Aiselin was the‍​ epitome of perfection‍‌ in every aspect.​

And‌‌ most assumed it​ wouldn’t be easy⁠‌ to defeat her​ with desperate short-term‌ efforts.

After⁠‌​ all, Ellen was‌ challenging the impossible.⁠​

Even‍‍​ if she succeeded,‌⁠ it didn’t matter.⁠ Who would consider‌ Ellen greater than​​⁠ Aiselin for winning​ a mere practice‍⁠​ duel? In the⁠ end, it was​​ just that—a practice⁠‍​ duel.

Yet‌‍‌ Ellen was obsessed‌​ with battling Aiselin,‌⁠ as if possessed‌‍⁠ by a spirit​​⁠ enchanted by victory.‌‌

One‌ could only wonder​‍⁠ what had her‌ so consumed.

“Lady⁠ Ellen seems to‍⁠‍ be having a hard time.”

The⁠ same went for‍ the other noble​ ladies in the⁠‌ Rose Salon.

Ellen,​‍ who sometimes graced‍‌​ gatherings and debates‍ with her dignified⁠​⁠ beauty, was admired‌​ by all, though⁠‍ not quite as​⁠‍ much as Aiselin.‌​⁠

After‍‌​ all, among the‌​ three ladies considered⁠ the heart of​​​ the Rose Salon,⁠ ranking them seemed​​⁠ pointless. Each bloomed‍ like a flower‌‍ in her own​ right.

That’s⁠‍​ why no one​‌ understood Ellen’s seriousness⁠‌‍ as she grew‌ thinner by the​⁠​ day, devoting herself⁠‌‌ to magical training.​‍⁠

Soon​⁠ after, unable to‍‍ withstand the horrific​‍ daily training, Ellen⁠​ wandered the cultural​ salon looking dazed.⁠‌ It was still⁠​ unclear if all⁠​ this was acceptable.‌

Returning‌​ to the mansion​​ meant more magical​ training and hurried‍​⁠ spell review before⁠ dinner.

Every​ day, she summoned​​‍ her magic from​‌‌ the deepest parts,‌‍‌ pushing herself to‌ exhaustion without questioning⁠​‌ the meaning of​‍‌ it all.

Her‌ sole focus was‌‌ to overcome this‍‌ hell. Gradually, everything‍​ in the world⁠‌‍ began to feel⁠⁠‍ distant and blurry.‍

“…”​​

From‌⁠‍ a corner of​ the cultural salon,​ Aiselin watched Ellen‍‍ with a heart‌‍ full of unease.‍

“Lately,⁠ Lady Ellen seems⁠ very worn out.‍‌ Her skin looks‍ a little damaged,‌‌‍ and her eyes⁠⁠‌ lack vitality. I’m​‌ worried she’s overexerting​‍⁠ herself.”

“She​​​ must be giving‍⁠‌ her all for‍ the magic duel​ with Lady Aiselin.‍‌ Even if it’s‍‍ just a practice‍‌ match, her seriousness‌‌‍ is undeniable.”

Aiselin​⁠‌ truly hated speaking‍ ill of others.​

Her​ followers knew this⁠‍​ well, so they‍ refrained from openly‌ criticizing Ellen’s competitive​ spirit.

However,‌​⁠ their words subtly‍ hinted at a disdain toward Ellen,‌ who seemed to​⁠‌ be trying too​ hard.

In⁠‌ her heart, Aiselin​​‌ despised such petty​​ and vulgar noblewomen.‌​

Following⁠‌ in the footsteps‌ of the exceptional​​​ Aiselin, her followers‍‌​ often deceived themselves‍⁠​ into thinking they‌ held the same‍ authority. Aiselin deeply⁠ disliked their condescending‍ attitude toward Ellen,⁠‌‌ as if they⁠ were in her‌ place.

Aiselin‌‌⁠ seemed compassionate.

***‌

The‌ next morning, Ellen,⁠⁠ somehow enduring the‌‍ screams of pain​ from her body,⁠ rose from bed.​

As​ usual, the butler,​‌ with a worried⁠ expression, combed her‍ hair and said,‍⁠

“A‍‌ gift has arrived‌​ from the Duplain‍‍ family.”

“…What?‌​ The Duplains?”

“Yes.‌‌‍ Oh, it seems​⁠ it was sent​​​ by Lady Aiselin…”‌⁠​

A maid entered the‌‍ bedroom carrying a wooden box adorned‍​ with an elegant⁠‍ floral bow and‌ refined ribbon.

After​ placing it on‌‌ the tea table‌ and bowing politely,​​​ Ellen, rubbing her⁠ blurry eyes, opened‍‍ the box.

Inside​ was a handwritten⁠ letter from Aiselin,‌​ a scented sachet,‍‍​ and several magical​‌ health care items.⁠‍

“…”⁠⁠

“Lady⁠⁠ Ellen?”

After‌​ checking the contents​​ of the box,​‌⁠ Ellen silently opened‌‍‍ the letter. Inside,​‍ Aiselin’s meticulous handwriting‍ was beautifully delicate.‌​⁠ The message was‍‍ mostly filled with‍ words of encouragement,‌​ urging her to⁠‍‍ stay strong.

Aiselin⁠‍⁠ had sent this​‍‌ gift out of​​ concern, fearing Ellen‍⁠ was pushing herself⁠ too hard in‍ preparation for their​‌⁠ duel.

However,​ it was obvious⁠ to anyone that‍⁠ someone with superior‍​​ abilities would only⁠ send such a gift out of‌ pity.

Aware‍ of this, Aiselin⁠​⁠ wrote the letter‍​‍ as if she‍​⁠ were simply sharing‍‌⁠ surplus items from​ her home—a polite⁠​​ social formality.

In​⁠​ truth, it was​ a heartfelt gift​ from Aiselin, but‍⁠⁠ she presented it⁠​ in such a way that Ellen⁠ wouldn’t feel belittled,​​⁠ as if it​ were being shared‌ with various acquaintances‌‍ at once.

To⁠‌‍ anyone, she seemed‍ too good, too‍ virtuous.

After​​⁠ reading the sincere‍‍ letters, Ellen put⁠⁠ them down silently.‌

“They’re⁠​‍ quite luxurious items.⁠ I’ll store them‌⁠‍ separately.”

“No,​ throw them all⁠ away.”

“…Pardon?”‌

“Throw⁠ them all away.​ Don’t let them​‍‌ catch my attention.”‍

Grinding‌ her teeth in‌ frustration, Ellen stood‌‍ from her seat.‌

In‍​​ the mirror, a tired and haggard‍​ girl with a bitter expression stared​⁠‌ back at her.‍

Adorned‍‍​ with beautiful makeup‌‍​ and charming accessories,‌​ her face was‌​​ plagued with jealousy‍‍ and envy.

There⁠⁠ stood an ugly‌‌‍ human, consumed by​ irrational jealousy, harboring‌ hostility toward a perfect being—beautiful, noble,‍ and kind.

Who⁠‍ was she? She‌ was herself.

Who⁠ was the villain‍ who plotted to‌ ruin Aiselin when‍ she first entered‍⁠‍ society? Herself.

Who‌​ was the despicable​​​ woman, moved by‌ Aiselin’s dignity and​‍ grace but unable​ to let go​⁠ of envy, struggling​ desperately to win?‍ Herself.

The​⁠ woman in the‍ mirror had disheveled‌​⁠ hair and pale⁠​‌ skin, worn down‌‌‌ by exhaustion.

Who​​‌ was this woman?‍ Who was she?‍

Suddenly,‌⁠ Ellen’s eyes widened⁠⁠ as she stared⁠​⁠ silently at the​‍‌ mirror.

“Is‌‌‍ Dereck in the‍ training area now?”⁠⁠‌

“Yes.‍​‍ He’s preparing for​​ the morning training.‌ Once you’re dressed…”‍​

“What’s‌​​ the point? I’ll‌‌ be soaked in​ sweat and dirty⁠ soon enough.”

“…Pardon?”​

Without⁠​ saying another word,‍⁠​ Ellen lifted her⁠‍ dress hem and‌‌‌ left the room.‍‌‍

The‌ servants hurried to‍‌​ stop her, but⁠‍ she ignored them.‍‍

***⁠

–Thud‍‍‌

Ellen‍⁠ stormed into the​⁠ training area, letting‌​ go of her‌ grip as she​​ entered.

Dereck,‍⁠​ who was polishing‍‍⁠ his sword in‍‌‍ a corner of‍‍ the grounds, looked‌‌⁠ up in surprise.⁠

“Hard‍‍ at work again⁠‌⁠ this morning, Dereck.⁠ As always, can​‌⁠ we start with​ a practice match?”​

“My‍ lady. Did you‌‍‌ come straight after​ waking up?”

“Isn’t‍ it obvious I should begin training⁠‌‍ the moment I open my eyes?”​‌‌

“That’s⁠ not what I meant…”

“Then‌ what is it?”‌​⁠

It​ was time for‍⁠‌ her exhausted mind‍‍‍ to repeat itself‍ slowly. Indeed, enduring⁠ this much wasn’t​ ordinary.

Dereck⁠ had deliberately cornered⁠ Ellen, but he​ hadn’t expected this‌​ reaction and had⁠‌⁠ to pause to⁠‍‌ assess the situation.‍

However,⁠ Ellen, after silently‍‍ watching Dereck, took‍⁠ a deep breath‌‍‌ as if it‍⁠ were nothing and‍‍ said,

“To​ defeat Aiselin, every​‍ moment of training​ is too precious⁠‌ to waste. I need to perfect⁠​ my skills even​⁠⁠ more.”

“Lady⁠ Ellen.”

Dereck⁠ immediately realized Ellen⁠‍‍ had been pushed⁠‌ to her limits.‌‍‌ Everything had gone​ according to plan⁠​‌ so far.

And⁠‍ in a situation​ like this, he⁠ asked a question⁠​⁠ he had asked​‍ many times before.⁠

“Sometimes,‌ giving up is‌ also an option⁠ if it’s too⁠⁠ hard.”

“Give‌‌ up?”

Ellen‍⁠ frowned as if⁠‍⁠ he’d touched a wound, then wiped​‌‍ her face with‌‍ her delicate hands⁠ and approached Dereck.⁠​⁠

Then,‍ looking at him‌​ with wide eyes,​⁠​ she confronted him.​

“Why​ should I give‍ up? Dereck, you​​‌ always suggest giving‍‍​ up whenever things⁠‍‌ get hard. Did⁠ you come here‌⁠‍ to hold me⁠​‍ back?”

“….”​‌⁠

“I‌ want someone who​​⁠ can help me⁠‍ defeat Aiselin, and‍​​ you agreed right⁠⁠ away. Isn’t that‍⁠‌ our relationship? Why‍⁠ do you keep​​​ scratching at me⁠​ with words of​​⁠ surrender…? Can I ask why?”

“Lady‍⁠ Ellen.”

Why​ was she so‌ obsessed with competing‍ against Aiselin?

Dereck​‍ needed to know​ the reason. He‍​ had long realized⁠ that it wasn’t​​ just jealousy and⁠ envy that drove‍​‌ her.

Teaching⁠‍ someone means understanding‌ their fundamental psychological‌‌ desire to achieve⁠ and guiding them​⁠ accordingly.

Conveying⁠‌⁠ knowledge is an‍ instructor’s role, but⁠ guiding people is​​⁠ the role of⁠‍ a mentor.

And​‍ Dereck had learned⁠​ well what it‌‍‍ meant to guide‍⁠​ others from his⁠​​ experience with Katia.​

“So‍⁠ what if you​‌ can’t win?”

Seeing‌‌‌ Dereck calmly utter‌⁠‍ those words, Ellen‍​ suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable‍​ anger. She hadn’t‍ hired Dereck to‌ hear useless talk‍‌ like that—she had‌ hired him to‌​‌ help her beat​‍ Aiselin.

Ellen‍‍‌ grabbed the collar‌ of Dereck’s shirt.​‌

About​‌‍ to raise her⁠ voice, she suddenly⁠ caught Dereck’s sincere⁠ gaze and calmed⁠ her breathing.

“If‌​‍ I can’t win…​‍ if I can’t‌‌ win, I’m just​ too ugly.”

At​ last, Ellen spoke⁠ as if spitting‍​ the words out.‌

“….”‍

The​​ day she brought⁠ Dereck home, she‍⁠​ had exposed her‍ flaws and persuaded⁠​‍ him.

But‍‌‌ she was also​⁠‍ a seasoned figure​‍⁠ in social circles.‌​⁠ She said many⁠​⁠ things, but never⁠‍⁠ revealed why she​⁠ truly wanted to‍​ beat her.

Dereck⁠⁠​ had judged that‌​ in that state,‌ he couldn’t help​ Ellen.

“I⁠‌‌ already said it.⁠‌ I’m the kind‍ of person who‌​‍ slanders and belittles​​‍ Aiselin. I may⁠​ be called the​⁠ pillar of House‌‌​ Belmiard or the‍‍ flower of the⁠‌ Rose Salon, but‍‌ at best, that’s‌‍​ who I used​​‍ to be. Do‍‍‍ you understand?”

“….”​⁠‌

“I’ve‌⁠ admitted how childish‌⁠‍ and malicious my‌ actions were, and‌⁠ I’ve understood a hundred thousand times⁠⁠ that Lady Aiselin​⁠ is completely genuine‌‍ and admirable. That​⁠‌ she’s not someone‌ you can compete‌ with—I accepted that​ long ago. My‌⁠⁠ mind and reason⁠​ understand everything. That⁠‍‌ there’s no reason​⁠ to dislike or‌ hate Lady Aiselin—I’ve‌‌⁠ explained that, too.”‍

With​‍⁠ that, the anger⁠‍​ had vanished from‌​‌ Ellen’s twisted eyes,⁠ leaving only sorrow.‌​‌

She⁠⁠⁠ spoke as if‍​⁠ expelling a clump​⁠ of mud clinging‌‍ to her heart.‌‌

“But⁠‌ what can I do? This ugly,⁠⁠ petty inferiority complex‍‌ won’t go away…”​​

It​‌‌ was then that⁠‌ Dereck began to⁠‍ understand her. After⁠​ all, she was⁠​ just a girl‍‌ his age.

No‍ matter how childish​⁠ or shallow this​⁠ inferiority complex might‍‍​ seem, it meant‌‍ nothing. Because human‌‍ emotions don’t always‌⁠​ follow logic.

Ellen,‍​‌ a noble lady‌ respected wherever she⁠⁠​ went, was still​ just a girl‍⁠‌ enduring the storm​‌​ of adolescence.

If‍⁠ reason matured too​‌‌ much, it would​‌ detach from emotion.‌ Knowing how ugly⁠ and shameful her⁠‌ inferiority was only⁠ made her feel⁠ even more shameful‍‌ for harboring it.‌‌

But,‌​​ as she said,⁠ where could such‌ emotions arise just⁠⁠ because one wanted​‌ them to, and‌ disappear just because⁠‍‌ one didn’t?

— “You’ve put it‌ nicely. I’m well⁠‍‌ aware my personality‍ isn’t the best.”‌​

— “There was a time when I felt really miserable.”‍

It‍ was then that​ Dereck felt the‌ pieces of the⁠ puzzle finally fit​ together. She always​⁠‍ acted like a proud rose, but‍‌ there was self-hatred​​ behind her words⁠‍​ and actions.

It‍‍ was a signal​ too subtle to​​​ notice unless one​‍‌ was looking for‌ it, but once​‍ it caught attention,⁠‍ the whole shape​ became clear.

Lady‍​⁠ Ellen must have‍​​ been looking for​ a way to​⁠ fix this flaw⁠ in herself. But⁠‌​ human emotions don’t‍ change easily with​ the flip of⁠‍ a switch.

After⁠​ much struggle and​‌ wandering, her ultimate‌⁠⁠ goal was to‌​‌ beat Aiselin—even if‌‌‍ it was something⁠‍‌ trivial.

In‌ the end, the⁠‌ one she hated​‍‌ most wasn’t Aiselin,​​ but herself.

Dereck⁠‌⁠ finally felt like⁠⁠ he was seeing‌​‍ the core of​‌ Ellen.

The⁠⁠ reason he kept⁠‌ asking Ellen if​‌‍ she could truly‍​⁠ go through with​‌ it was to⁠​⁠ confirm her determination.‌⁠⁠ Because the plan⁠ he had in​ mind would be‌ dangerous for her⁠‍‌ if done half-heartedly.​​

“That’s‌ right.”

Dereck​​⁠ didn’t make a scene or respond‌ emotionally.

He​​‌ simply and slowly‍‌ guided Ellen’s hand‍⁠ away from his⁠⁠ collar. Even that‍⁠‍ gesture carried firmness.‍‌​

“…Then‌‍ let’s win.”

Ellen’s​‍ eyes widened in​⁠​ surprise.

Despite⁠ Ellen’s emotional reaction,​‍ Dereck didn’t show‌ the slightest bit‌‌‍ of confusion.

He‍⁠ was like a steel blade—easily roused,‍ but unshakable.

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