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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 37: Denise (3)

Chapter 37: Denise (3)

“Lady‌​‍ Denise. Are you‍‍ serious?”

“I‌ was the first‍‌⁠ to discover the⁠​‌ mage’s location. We⁠​‌ hold the strongest‌‌⁠ position in this‍‍‍ competition. We need‌ to persuade him⁠⁠⁠ as soon as⁠ possible, before the‌ other families find‌ out and come‍​ after him.”

“But—but‌ staying here like​ this… The mistress‌⁠⁠ of the house‍⁠‍ will be furious‍ once she learns.”‌‍⁠

“Don’t​​‍ worry about the‌‍‍ servants; I’ll make‍ sure they go‍ unharmed. Just say​⁠ it was my‍​ decision.”

After​‍‍ Dereck rejected her,⁠ Denise had no⁠​ choice but to​‍ return to the⁠‌‍ cave entrance.

Bella‍ thought she would⁠‍ board the carriage⁠ and head back​​⁠ to the mansion‍⁠‍ to report, but​ Denise shook her⁠​‍ silver-gray hair and​‍ shook her head.‍‍

Then​‍ she ordered that​ various supplies be⁠⁠ gathered before dusk⁠ and instructed that​ a simple camp‌⁠ be set up⁠‍ at the cave⁠‍ entrance.

They​ brought fine firewood,​ a thick tent,​​⁠ high-quality carpets, and‌ a fluffy emergency​‍ bed; by the‌‍⁠ time everything was​‌ set up, the‌⁠ sun had already‌⁠‌ set. Everything was⁠⁠‌ so luxurious it⁠⁠⁠ hardly felt like⁠​⁠ camping, though it⁠⁠​ was clearly not‍ proper for a noble lady to‌‍ stay.

Yet⁠‍‍ Denise seemed completely⁠‌‍ unbothered.

***‌‌

The⁠​​ next morning, just⁠ as the sun​ rose, Lady Denise‍‍ entered the cave‍‌‍ again where Dereck⁠​‌ was training.

Dereck‍ was alone in​ the open area,‌ perfecting his magical⁠‍‍ power. Denise approached⁠ him smiling primly,‍ setting down all‌ kinds of food⁠ and supplies, and⁠‍ said:

“Training​ is important, but‌ it’s not good‌‍‌ to overexert yourself‍ to this point⁠ of being gaunt.‍​​ I’ll help so⁠ you can focus⁠ on your magical‌‌ training, Lord Dereck!”⁠⁠‌

Dereck‍ looked at Denise‌‌‍ puzzled. She blinked‍ her innocent eyes‌⁠​ and clasped her⁠​‍ hands together, smiling​‍‌ broadly.

“I‍ may not be‌‌ able to do‍‍​ much, but at‌​ least I can​ help you focus⁠⁠⁠ on your magical⁠⁠ training.”

“This​‌‍ won’t change my​‌⁠ mind.”

“I​⁠ was inspired seeing‌ you train, Lord⁠‌ Dereck, and it​⁠‍ helped me achieve‍​‌ my own magical​⁠ progress. Please don’t‍‌​ worry about it—it’s⁠‍ all my fault!”‍‍⁠

Denise‍​⁠ clenched her fists‌‌ and smiled.

There‌‌ are many ways​ to win someone’s⁠ heart, but generosity​‍ is the most⁠‍​ fundamental.

Denise​⁠ trusted in her‌ strategy of winning⁠​ hearts openly—though it​​‌ was uncertain if‌ it would work​‌‍ on someone like⁠‌ Dereck.

To​⁠ persuade someone, the‌ most efficient method‌ is to make​ them feel indebted⁠⁠ first.

Even⁠ if your gifts‌ have ulterior motives,​⁠​ the recipient still‌ feels a bit‍⁠ of gratitude, fully​‌ aware of them.‌⁠​ That’s how deals‌​ are made.

‘I‍ must tell the‌‍ mansion’s maids to‌⁠ bring all the‍‌ supplies needed for‌‍⁠ magical training.’

It⁠‍ was a common​ strategy among merchants‍⁠‌ who came to⁠​⁠ the mansion for‍‌‍ supplies. Whether their‍​​ intentions were obvious‌‍‌ or not, it‍‌ didn’t matter much.⁠‌ The important thing⁠​ was having the‌ courage to act.​​⁠

As‌ she maintained this‌‍ connection, his heart‍⁠‍ would gradually soften,‍ as if dampened‍‌ by a drizzle.‍ Human hearts cannot​ remain hard forever.‌‍‌

“Then‍‍ I will accept⁠‍‍ it gratefully.”

Dereck‌‌ had been considering​ going out to​ gather supplies, so‍‍‌ he wasn’t too‍ bothered. In fact,‍‍ he felt awkward‍ turning down a noble lady’s humble⁠‌ gesture.

So⁠​⁠ he calmly accepted‍ the supplies Denise​⁠ brought each day.‌​⁠ But Dereck was⁠⁠⁠ stubborn in his​ own way.

“Today‌⁠ I brought food​⁠ and magical crystals.”​‌

“Thank​ you. However, working​‌‍ for the Beltus‍ family is a bit difficult.”

“Good​ morning! I brought‌⁠ prized fish from‍​ Ebelstein. The house⁠‍‌ chef prepared it—please‌​⁠ try it!”

“I⁠‌ appreciate it greatly.‌‍ But this doesn’t​‍ mean I’ll work⁠ for the Beltus‌ family.”

“Mr.‌⁠ Dereck, look at​ this. It’s a Light Crystal—a stone‍​​ that helps observe‍ surrounding magical energy‌‍ more efficiently.”

“This‍‌ valuable item… Thank‍ you. But working‌‌ for the Beltus​⁠⁠ family is another‍‌⁠ matter…”

“Mr.⁠ Dereck! I brought‌ hygiene items. You⁠‍ must stay clean⁠‌ even while training!”‌​

“Thank​​ you for your⁠ thoughtfulness. But still…”‍​

Days⁠ passed, and while⁠⁠ Denise tried to‍‌‍ be around Dereck⁠ as much as​‌ possible, he erected​ such a complete​‍ barrier that she​‌‌ wondered whether he‌⁠ even had a human heart.

Honestly,‍ by then, one‌ might feel overwhelmed‍ or even regretful—but‍​ Dereck, without hesitation,​‌ accepted all of‍‌‍ Lady Denise’s kindness‌ and continued focusing⁠ solely on his‍ magical training. He​ was not the‍​⁠ type to refuse​‌ hospitality outright.

After‍​‍ about five days,​⁠ it felt like​​ she had been⁠‍​ aimlessly chopping down‍​ a resistant tree‌⁠‍ with an axe.​‌⁠

‘I‍⁠‌ didn’t expect it’d‌‌ take this long…’⁠‍‌

The​​ noble lady of‌‌​ the Beltus family,⁠⁠‌ setting pride aside,⁠⁠ visited the cave⁠​ daily to chat,‌⁠ offer supplies, and​‌ bow her head—but‌ he remained firm⁠‌​ in his convictions.‍⁠‍

‘I​ wonder if someone​‌​ like this even‍ exists,’ Denise mused.‌​ But then she⁠​ thought perhaps that’s‍‍ precisely why he​‌‍ could teach magic‌ without being intimidated‌‍ by noblewomen.

‘If‌ I’d known it​‍ would be so​ troublesome, I’d have⁠⁠ left it alone…!’⁠‍‌

Denise⁠ sat at the‍⁠⁠ corner of the​​ camp, clutching her‍​‌ hair. Her policy‌​ was to finish​ tasks quickly and‍​ then relax for⁠‍ the rest of​ the time.

However,‌‌‌ despite trying everything​​ over the past​‌⁠ week—flattery, accommodations, even‌ gentle pressure—the man⁠ remained like a mountain, entirely absorbed​‍‌ in his magic⁠​⁠ training all day.‍‌‌

It⁠ felt to her‍ as though Denise‌​​ was merely background‍ scenery, visiting the​​⁠ cave occasionally. And‌ not just any‍ figure, but the‍⁠‌ most noble Lady⁠ of the Beltus⁠​ family.

He⁠‌ was obsessed with‍‌ magic. Dereck was‌​⁠ the type to⁠​​ discard anything if​ it meant improving⁠‌‍ his magical mastery.⁠​‍

‘Now⁠‌‌ that I think‍‌‌ about it… I haven’t seen a trace of Drest.​ Surely if he​⁠ met this mage‍ Dereck, they would‍⁠‌ train together…’

Dereck‌ had had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and⁠ now he wanted⁠‌ to devote himself‌⁠ entirely to magic‌‍‌ training.

It​​⁠ was obvious that‌ the opportunity referred⁠ to meeting Drest.‍ Yet the mage‌‌‍ Drest Wolftail never​ appeared to Denise.⁠⁠

In‌‍ truth, Drest Wolftail​ wasn’t someone you‌​ could meet just⁠⁠​ by wanting to.‌

Since​ his relationship with‌​⁠ nobility wasn’t good,⁠‌ it wasn’t surprising⁠‍ that he avoided⁠‍ showing himself to​⁠ Denise.

‘If⁠​​ he’s Drest’s apprentice,‌​ he must know‌ where I am⁠ and when to⁠‍​ meet… He’s not​‍ deliberately avoiding me.‍‍ That could be​​ a good sign.’‍⁠

She‌‍⁠ felt strange thinking​​‌ that.

If‍ he truly wanted‌⁠​ to avoid Denise,‌​⁠ with Drest’s help,​‌⁠ he could easily‍ avoid her in‌ the cave labyrinth.‌‍‍

‘That​⁠​ he still met‌‌​ with me isn’t‌‌⁠ too much of‍​ a burden… So‍ there’s still hope.⁠​​ At least he’s​ not avoiding me⁠​ intentionally.’

Persuading​​ Dereck had become‍ more than just​​‍ a family matter—it⁠ had become one‍​ of Denise’s own‌ pride.

Still,‍ applying authority wouldn’t‍⁠​ work. She was‍⁠‌ someone who could‌‍‌ join the Belmierd‍​ or Duplain families​‍​ if she wanted.‍​

The‌​‍ method to make​‌ him join the‌⁠ Beltus family to‍‌‍ teach Lady Denise—without⁠ offending him too‌‍‌ much—must be devised‌‌ as soon as​‍‌ possible, before the⁠ other families discovered​‍‌ him. There wasn’t‍‍⁠ much time left,⁠‌‍ and time had⁠‌ already been wasted.‍‌

While​ Denise was lost​​ in thought, the​​ moment came.

“Lady⁠ Denise! The Duplain‌ family’s butler is​ at the cave‍ entrance!”

“What⁠‍ does he want?”⁠

Although‍‌ Denise had first‍ pinpointed Dereck’s location,​ it was only​ slightly earlier than‍ the other families.‍

With‍​‌ the passage of⁠ time, that initial‌‌‍ advantage began to⁠ fade.

However,⁠​​ another thought crossed‍ her mind.

‘Even‍ after all my‌​‌ efforts, he’s still‍ unimpressed. Could another‍‍ family have a better chance?’

He⁠‍‍ was a man‍​‌ obsessed with magic.⁠‍

He⁠‌ wouldn’t teach anyone​ before he was​‍ satisfied with his‌‌⁠ own training. It‍​⁠ seemed impossible that​ even the Duplain‌ family could break​‌⁠ his obstinate dedication.​‌‌

His​​‍ firm stubbornness now‌‌ actually comforted Denise.​ Until a method‍⁠ was found, he​ wouldn’t be swayed‌ by any family.‍‌⁠

“Did‌ Lady Aiselin herself​ send the message?‍⁠‌ Hmm…”

‘…Why​​‌ doubt?’

Lurking​ behind the butler​‍ of the Duplain‌‍ family, Delron, Denise​‌⁠ clenched her teeth‌ in frustration.

Sitting​‍ on a rock,⁠‌‌ Dereck—who seemed to‌‍​ know Butler Delron—greeted​‌​ him warmly and‌‌‍ began reading the​‌‌ letter he had​‍ brought.

Denise‌⁠ had expected him‌ to reject the⁠⁠⁠ Duplain family’s request‌ as firmly as‍‍ he had hers,⁠‌ but there he‌​ was, resting his⁠‍ chin on his‍‍ hand, tired from​​​ training yet deep⁠ in thought.

Aiselin,​ Ellen, Denise.

Among​​⁠ the trio of‌⁠‍ the Rose Hall,​ Aiselin was the⁠ one Dereck respected‍‍‍ the most.

She‌​​ was a young​‍‍ woman who had‌‌ reached the two-star‌​ rank before her‍​ coming-of-age ceremony, with‍‍​ exceptional mastery of‌‍‌ the discipline school​ of magic.

Teaching‍​⁠ Ellen had made‌​ Dereck realize that‌‍ the act of‌ teaching itself contributed‍ greatly to his‌ own magical growth.‍‌ Engaging in magical⁠ exchange with someone‍⁠⁠ as grounded in‍ their field as‍ Aiselin would offer‌‌ him meaningful insights‍ as well.

“Lady‌‌ Diella has shown​⁠​ results after your‍‌⁠ magic instruction, so⁠‍ the Duke has⁠‌ high expectations. And⁠ as you know,‍ the Duke generously⁠‍ rewards those who‍ deliver.”

Dereck‌‌ was well aware​ of the Duke​ of Duplain’s nature.⁠‍ He was the‌‌ type of man​​​ who would casually​ give a three-star⁠‍ grimoire to a commoner—so long as‍ they produced results.‌

“It’s‍ an honor, but‍ as you can​⁠ see, I’m entirely‍ immersed in magical‍⁠​ training. I’ve seized​​​ a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,‍‌​ and I’m completely‌ absorbed in it.”‌⁠

‘Just⁠ as I thought…’‍‍‌

Though‍‍​ his tone was​‍ much more polite‌ than with Denise,‌​​ Dereck was still‍ turning them down.‌

As‌ expected, his magical⁠‌ achievements were his⁠‍ top priority. He‍‍​ wouldn’t be easily⁠ swayed.

However,‍‌‌ Dereck’s next words⁠⁠‌ weren’t what Denise‌‌​ had anticipated.

“So,​ once I finish​‌‌ my training, could⁠⁠‌ we revisit this‍​ discussion? It would‍ also benefit Lady‍​⁠ Aiselin. The higher​​⁠ the level of​ the instructor, the‍‍‌ faster the student’s⁠​ growth, right?”

“Hmm…​‍‍ For a reason⁠​ like that, the‍ Duke could be⁠⁠ persuaded. For the‍‌ family, what matters‌ most is finding‍ a good magical‍⁠ mentor for Lady⁠​ Aiselin.”

Dereck‍​ clearly had a much more favorable‌​​ attitude toward Lady​ Aiselin.

He‌⁠⁠ hadn’t even mentioned‌‌ discussing things after‍ training to Denise.‌‌

After‌⁠ all the support,​⁠ the help, even‍ swallowing her pride‍‌ to come here—he‌⁠​ was now offering​ to help Aiselin​ with no hesitation.​

Denise⁠ frowned, a groan‍⁠ of frustration escaping⁠ her.

It⁠‍ was true—closing that‌ gap wouldn’t be‍ easy. No matter​ what, urgent action⁠​ was needed.

***‍

“Have⁠ we confirmed Dereck’s‍ location?”

“Yes.⁠‌ The butler delivered‍ the letter in‌​‍ person. I heard‌‍⁠ he’s near the‌⁠ Raspah Cave.”

“Training⁠⁠​ in a dangerous⁠‍ place… Well, that’s‌⁠‍ just like Dereck.”​

Some⁠⁠ time had passed⁠‍ since the Ebelstein⁠⁠ customs convention ended.​‌‍

Lady‌‍ Aiselin, who had‌⁠ returned to the‍ Duplain estate to‍ chat with her⁠⁠ family, was delighted‍‍ to hear the​‌ report brought by​​‍ the butler Katarina.‍

Since​ her last magical‌ duel, the urge‍ to learn magic⁠ from Dereck had‌​‌ suddenly flared. She​‌ had suggested long‌‍‌ ago to send⁠‌ him a request.‍

“I​‍ heard other families‌​ have approached him‌​ too, so there’s⁠ no guarantee the‌‌​ mercenary will join​​‌ House Duplain. However,​‍ Butler Delron is​⁠‌ skilled in these⁠‍ matters, so have​‍ faith and wait.”‌

“No.​ Just waiting is⁠⁠​ hard. I’m busy​ with social activities,⁠‍ but now that‌‌‍ I have time,‌⁠​ it seems better‍⁠ to act myself.”‍⁠

“Really?”‍

Aiselin‌‌ held a unique‌ position in Ebelstein’s⁠⁠ social circles. Her‌ schedule was always⁠​‌ full, but while‍⁠ at the Duplain⁠‌ estate, she could‌ make some time.‍

“Actually,‌​​ if I want​ him to teach‍ me, it’s better‍‍ to go in‍​⁠ person. If it’s‌ Raspah Cave, I can easily divert⁠​ the carriage on‌ my way to​ Ebelstein.”

“Oh…⁠ it’s a bit​‌ dangerous to go⁠​ alone.”

“I’m‍ a two-star mage​⁠‌ now. I won’t‌⁠ lose to simple​⁠ magical beasts, and⁠‌⁠ I’ll bring plenty‍‌ of guards—what’s there​ to worry about?”⁠⁠‌

Aiselin‌​‌ already had a feeling.

Dereck‌‍ might not be⁠‌ interested in teaching​ now, but he⁠‍‌ would surely become‍⁠‌ a prominent figure⁠⁠ centered around Ebelstein.​⁠

In‌‍ the future, when⁠​‌ his skills became​ more widely known,⁠ more rivals would⁠​​ come seeking him.‌​

Not⁠ only Diella and‌ Ellen, but other​ young women he’d⁠‌‍ taught could be‍‍ said to be​ proven talents.

Before,​ she simply wanted‌​ to learn more⁠​ magic. Now, it​‍ made sense to‌ seek his instruction‌​ directly.

“Please‌‌ prepare the carriage.‍ I must go​‍ straight to Raspah⁠ Cave. The sooner⁠​ I act, the‍‌⁠ better… I’ll greet⁠⁠​ my family and‌ leave right away.”‌

Rarely​‌‌ was Aiselin this⁠‌⁠ urgent.

Before⁠ Katarina could respond,⁠‌⁠ she had already​‌ risen from the‌‌‍ tea table.

“First…​‍ should I say​ goodbye to Diella‍⁠ before I leave?”‌

“Lady‍‍ Diella isn’t available​​ for greetings at‍ the moment.”

“She’s​ busy? I heard⁠‍‍ she’s preparing for⁠‍​ her debut party.”‌​

“Besides⁠ that… after diving‌ into magical training,​⁠​ she doesn’t want‌‌ to be disturbed.”‍

After⁠​⁠ receiving magic instruction⁠‍‍ from Dereck, Diella’s⁠‌‍ magical abilities had​ skyrocketed at an⁠⁠ astonishing rate.

The⁠‍ Duplain lineage was‍⁠​ already known for​‌‍ producing high-level mages,⁠ but even by‌​‌ those standards, her⁠​ growth was astounding.‌⁠

“Then…‍‍ nothing can be​​‍ done about it…”‍​⁠

Aiselin‌⁠ had been observing​ quietly from afar.​

Sitting‌⁠ serenely on the​‌​ pavilion terrace, gazing​ out with eyes‌ glowing with magical‌‌ power—the aura of​​ the young mage⁠ was odd and‌​‌ extraordinary. Perhaps she‌‍ would even rival‌‌ the achievements of‌⁠​ Valerian or Aiselin‌ herself.

Diella‌⁠ Katherine Duplain.

The​ world didn’t know‌ that name yet,⁠‌ but her younger‍⁠ sister, Aiselin, watched‌ carefully.

She​ was Dereck’s first⁠⁠⁠ student.

Soon,​ she would debut‌‌‌ in Ebelstein’s social​​‌ circles.

Like‌‌⁠ Dereck’s first magical‍‌‍ masterpiece presented to⁠‌‌ the world.

The‌ second was Ellen—but​‍ Aiselin wanted to​ be the third.⁠‌

Before‌​ the world recognized‌‍⁠ Dereck’s worth as​ a master of‌⁠⁠ magic, she wanted‍‍‍ to claim him‍ first.

When⁠​ you discover a hidden treasure before‍ anyone else, it’s‌‍⁠ only natural to⁠​⁠ feel joy.

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