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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 38: Denise (4)

Chapter 38: Denise (4)

“I‍​ asked about the‌ Duplain estate, and‍⁠​ it seems Lady⁠ Aiselin plans to‌‍‌ come to Raspah‌‍​ Cave in person.‌​⁠ The servants are‍‌ already busy preparing​ for the trip.”‍

The⁠⁠‌ next morning, Bella,​⁠ who had gone​ to the estate‌⁠⁠ to collect supplies,​‌‌ brought back news.‌​ It wasn’t good‌‍ news for Denise.‌⁠​

“…”‌

“What⁠ should we do,‍⁠ Lady Denise?”

“What⁠ can we do​ if Aiselin herself‌‌ is making a move? Who could​ stop her?”

Denise’s​​ expression grew complicated.​‌ Although she was⁠⁠‌ a girl full⁠ of confidence, she‍⁠ couldn’t help but​ think that the‍‍ man wouldn’t be​‍ able to refuse⁠ Aiselin if she‌ came in person.⁠‍

In​‍‌ fact, he would‍‍ probably respond quite​⁠ positively. Sinking into​‍​ her luxurious tent,‍‍ Denise finally let‍‌ out a long‍ sigh.

“It⁠‌ seems I must‌⁠ admit a slow‍​⁠ defeat. That man,‍⁠ as unyielding as‌ a folding screen,​ will never teach⁠ me magic, no⁠‌⁠ matter what I do.”

“That’s⁠‌ right… winning someone’s‌‌⁠ heart isn’t easy.”‌​

Denise⁠​⁠ was someone with⁠ strong confidence and​‌ self-esteem, but she‌⁠ was also the‌‍‍ type to honestly​​ admit her shortcomings.​⁠​

She⁠‍ knew well that‌ forcing something not⁠ meant to be‍ would only cause‍ greater damage. Pushing‌​ harder or belittling‍⁠​ herself would only​‍ backfire.

“Yes,‌⁠‌ I put a lot of effort‌‌ into coming all‍ the way to⁠⁠ Raspah Cave when‍ I could’ve just​​‌ stayed lying comfortably‌‌ at the estate.⁠⁠ Bella, slowly inform‌‌ the estate. I’ll⁠ return soon.”

“Yes,‍‍​ yes… I’ll tell​‍‍ the butler. Should‍‌ we leave all‍⁠ the supplies here?”‌

“Moving‍ them would be⁠‌ tiring too, so⁠‍‌ leave them all⁠ for Master Dereck⁠‌⁠ the magician.”

With⁠‍ a deep sigh,⁠‍​ Denise seemed deeply‌ disappointed. To others,​ it might have‍‍​ looked like she‌ was being dismissive,‍‍ but Bella, who‍‌‍ had known her⁠​⁠ for so long,‌​‌ could easily understand.​⁠​

The⁠‍⁠ stronger someone’s belief​‌ in their abilities,‌ the more deflated‌ they seemed when‍‌ shaken.

Bella‍ often found Denise’s‌‌‍ sky-high confidence irritating,⁠ but inevitably felt‍⁠ a tug at‌‍‌ her heart whenever‌‍ Denise showed rare‍⁠ vulnerability.

After⁠ all, they had⁠​‍ been together since​​ childhood. Knowing her‍‌⁠ so well, Bella‌​ also felt melancholic​​​ whenever Denise was​‌ unusually down.

“Let’s‍ say goodbye one‌⁠‍ last time before‌⁠‍ we go. Who‌ knows if our⁠‌‌ paths will cross‍ again in the⁠ future? Let’s think‌⁠ of it as⁠​⁠ an investment for⁠​ later.”

With‌‌ that, Denise let​‌‍ out a hollow⁠ sigh, her eyes​ reopening from fatigue​‍ as she prepared⁠ to return to‍⁠‌ helpless reality.

Bella,​‍ resting her chin‍​‍ on her hand,​⁠⁠ sank into thought‌​ before speaking with​‌ some skepticism. She‌ often pointed out‌‌​ things Denise hadn’t‍ considered.

“Aiselin⁠​⁠ is certainly exceptional⁠‌ in many ways,‍⁠⁠ but I wonder⁠​‍ about her as​⁠ a student.”

“Huh?”‍⁠

“Well,​​‍ you know. Aiselin​‌⁠ has mastered two-star⁠⁠ magic at her‍⁠ age, and that’s⁠ truly remarkable. But⁠‍‍ honestly, how many‍ teachers in the‌‍ world could actually‌​​ teach someone like‍ that? Or does​‌​ she even need​ a teacher?”

Bella⁠‍⁠ tried to offer​⁠​ Denise a new​⁠ perspective. More than​ just a personal‌‍ maid, she was⁠ Denise’s companion.

“If​‌ I were to​‌ teach someone like‍‍ her, I’d feel​⁠‌ pressured right away.​‌ Sure, being Aiselin’s‍ teacher isn’t an⁠⁠ opportunity anyone can‍‌‍ take lightly, but​‍‍ Dereck the magician​⁠ doesn’t seem like‍‌ someone swayed by‌‌‌ family background.”

“…”‍

“A‌‍⁠ true magic teacher​⁠ seeks those who‍​​ need guidance—especially if‌‌ they have principles.”⁠

Dereck​ was someone with​‍⁠ clear convictions.

He‍‍ would do anything⁠‌ for magical mastery‍⁠ and tended to​⁠ make decisions uninfluenced​ by social status.‌‍ Bella had observed⁠⁠ him over the⁠⁠‍ past few days⁠‌ and was starting‍‌‍ to understand this‌​​ about him.

Would⁠‍‌ Dereck take on​ Aiselin as a student just because⁠​ she came from⁠⁠⁠ the wealthy Duplain‍ family?

He⁠ wasn’t someone who​ made such one-dimensional​⁠ judgments. In other‍‍‍ words, there was​‍​ still a chance​ for Denise.

Denise⁠​ had promised Dereck‌ wealth and exceptional⁠ treatment to persuade⁠‍‌ him, praising the‌‍‌ virtues of the‍ Beltus family and‍ the bright future​ he’d have as‌ her magic teacher.⁠⁠⁠

But‍‍‌ if she truly‌‍‌ wanted to persuade⁠ Dereck… she needed‍​​ a different approach.​

The⁠⁠⁠ extent of the‍ exceptional treatment he’d⁠ receive wasn’t the‌‍ main point. Denise,⁠‍ though capable of⁠‍ diverse thinking, had​⁠ never considered this‌‍⁠ aspect for one‌‍ simple reason: she‍​ had lived her⁠ entire life as⁠​​ a noble.

Thus,‌‌⁠ Bella, a commoner‍‍​ and servant, could‍​ think of things‍​⁠ that would never​‌‍ occur to Denise.⁠⁠⁠ Bella saw Dereck⁠‍ not just as⁠​⁠ a commoner, but⁠‍ as an honorable‍ magician.

“Dereck​​‍ must have more‌⁠​ important criteria than‌‌ treatment or family‌⁠ background when choosing‌‌ a student.”

Most⁠‌‍ commoners would wag‍⁠ their tails eagerly‌ for wealth and‍⁠ honor. But Dereck,⁠ with his mysterious⁠‌ aura, couldn’t be​​ influenced by such⁠‌‌ things.

“As‌​ you know, he’s‌ not stingy with​⁠‌ his teaching. He​‌ even said he’d​ consider the Duplain​⁠‌ family’s request positively.”‌⁠‌

“Then⁠‍ what are you​⁠‍ trying to say,‌​​ Bella?”

“Perhaps‌‍‍ the most important‌‍​ thing more than‍⁠‍ the treatment you‍⁠ offer the magician…⁠‍ is your own‍‍⁠ worth, Lady Denise.”‌

Bella’s​​ eyes were more‍ serious than ever.⁠​

“‘Is‍ she someone worth​‌ teaching?’ That’s the‌⁠‍ question.” No matter‍​ how good the​​‌ instruction, if it​‌‌ meant nothing to‌⁠ the recipient, no‍‌ one would want​‍ to mentor them.‌⁠

Therefore,‍⁠ what Denise needed‌‍​ to show Dereck‍ wasn’t noble treatment​‌ or family background.​​‌

It⁠‍ was how worthwhile‌⁠⁠ she was to​⁠ teach. That was​​‌ the question. Denise⁠ sat silently on​​ the bed for​‍ a moment. Seeing‌​‍ the situation through‌ Bella’s eyes, she⁠⁠‍ felt the pieces‍ in her mind‌‍ slowly begin to‌ align.

Over​‍​ the past few‌ days, every time‌ Denise visited, Dereck⁠ paused his training‌‍ to listen to⁠‍ her.

Though‌​​ he spoke of​‌ inappropriateness and interruption,‌⁠ he observed Denise’s‍​ reactions, heard her‍‍‌ various proposals, and​​ though he always‌‌⁠ ended with a similar conclusion, he‍‍‍ consistently voiced his‍‍ rejection.

He​‌ was someone trained​ by a six-star⁠⁠​ seeker mage. As‍ they said, if​‌ he didn’t want‌‌ to meet her,‍⁠​ he could’ve avoided‌⁠⁠ her entirely. Yet⁠⁠ there was a reason he kept‌‍ meeting her, listening⁠‍ to her proposals,‌ and politely declining​‍ each time.

It​‍​ wasn’t just out‌‍‌ of respect for‌‌ a noble lady‌‌​ from a prestigious‍ family. Even with⁠⁠ tired eyes, he​‍⁠ kept watching Denise.‍‍‍

“Testing​ me, measuring my‍‌ capacity,” Denise realized.‍ Only then did‍ she begin to‌ see a bit‍‌‍ of the true‌⁠ intent hidden behind⁠ his ritualistic refusals.‌

He‌​‍ had been waiting​​ for Denise to‍ show her sincerity,⁠⁠ to reveal her‍⁠​ true self. Finally,‍‌‍ Denise understood. She‌⁠ was the one‌⁠ being evaluated.

The‍​ magician named Dereck‍ was not someone​​‍ who could be​​ persuaded or manipulated.‌⁠ With her thoughts​​ now in order,⁠ her perspective seemed⁠ to broaden. And⁠‍ then she felt‌​‍ confident.

“…Of⁠ course, Bella, your⁠ words are true,‌ but they don’t‍‍ mean much…”

Denise‌​ already knew. Even‌ if she laid​⁠​ all her cards⁠⁠‌ on the table,⁠‌⁠ Dereck wouldn’t be​‍‍ swayed.

She⁠‍‌ was, in essence,‌ someone who couldn’t​​‍ convince Dereck.

***‍‍‍

“Hello.”‍

In⁠ the depths of​‍ the cave, there⁠‍ was no sunrise​‍‌ or sunset.

Naturally,​ without being able​ to distinguish between‌‍​ day and night,‌⁠ Dereck had no‌​ clear idea how‍⁠ much time had‌‌ passed while feeling⁠⁠⁠ the magical flow⁠​ and training.

However,​​ Denise would occasionally​⁠‍ inform him about‌‌⁠ the passing of​⁠ time, so he​ could roughly guess‍‍‍ that another day⁠ had passed each⁠⁠ time she visited.⁠

So,​ when Denise arrived​ again today without​⁠‌ fail, Dereck was‌ about to greet‌‌ her politely.

After⁠​⁠ spending so much‍‍​ time facing Denise,‍‌‍ there was no‍ longer any tension.‌‍‍ But today, Denise’s‍​ demeanor was clearly⁠⁠⁠ different.

She⁠ brought no maids‍‍​ or guards, and​‌‍ didn’t speak with‌ her usual dignified⁠ eloquence.

The⁠ respectful tone she⁠‍ used to maintain‌ was gone, and‍ she simply arrived‌‍ and greeted Dereck⁠‌⁠ indifferently. Dereck’s eyebrows​​ twitched for a moment, then, without​​ much reaction, he​​⁠ bowed his head‌⁠⁠ and said:

“You⁠⁠ came again today.”​‌‍

“Yes.‌​⁠ I thought it⁠​ was time to​⁠‌ give up.”

Denise‌‌ had already stopped‍​ pretending it wasn’t⁠​‍ necessary. Again and‍‌‍ again, she knew⁠‌‍ that Dereck had​​‍ seen through all​ her façades.

What​ use was there​‌ in talking anymore?​‍⁠ She silently approached⁠ and sat in‍‍ front of the⁠​⁠ rock where Dereck​ was seated, finally​ showing her bare,​‌⁠ unguarded face.

“You​‍ really are something.⁠ How can you‌‍ not even flinch⁠‌⁠ even though I’ve‌ been coming here‌ every day?”

“You’ve‍​ treated a commoner⁠⁠ magician far too​‌ generously. When you‍‌ return to the‍‌ estate, please find⁠ someone more suitable​​ to teach the⁠⁠‌ young lady of‌​ House Beltus.”

“That’s⁠⁠‍ enough. You know‌​⁠ just as well‍ as I do​ that I didn’t‌​ come here to⁠‌ learn magic. I just figured I’d​⁠ be the first‍‍‍ to get you​ since you’re the‌⁠ popular magic teacher​ these days.”

Dereck‌‌​ was quite certain​ of her blunt‍ attitude. She had⁠⁠ indeed dropped her‌‌ thin mask.

“It’s⁠‌⁠ not like I was overly eager​​⁠ to persuade someone,‌​ and it seems‌ you’ll be teaching​‍​ Lady Aiselin, so⁠ I suppose I’ll‍ give up too.”‌⁠‍

“Well,​ I said I’d‌ consider it positively,⁠⁠‌ but that doesn’t‍‍ mean I promised‍ to teach Lady‌‍ Aiselin.”

“Oh,​‌ listen to you—leaving⁠ the door open.⁠ You rascal.”

“…”‌‍‍

“…”​⁠‌

When⁠​‍ Dereck looked at​‌⁠ her with an​​ expression that said,⁠​ “What are you‌​ talking about?”, Denise‍⁠ sighed deeply. It​​ seemed she could‍ finally catch a glimpse of what‍ Dereck was really‍⁠‌ like.

No‍​ matter what tricks‍⁠ she used, this​‍ man would never‌‍⁠ fall for them.‌ At this moment,​ Denise was sure​​‍ of that.

“Lady⁠‌‌ Aiselin will personally‍‍​ come to Raspah​​‌ Cave today.”

“…”⁠‌

“Since⁠‌ we’re here, I might as well‍ say it—you’re right.⁠⁠⁠ I don’t really⁠‍‌ like magic all‍‍‍ that much.”

Lady‌‍ Denise spoke while‍ sighing, her voice‌‍‌ tinged with resignation.⁠⁠

“It‍ used to be‍ fun, but over‌⁠‍ time, I liked​​ it less and‍⁠ less. So I don’t have much‍ ambition for magical​‌‍ achievement. To someone⁠‍​ as immersed in​ magic as you,‍​ I must look⁠ like a burnout.”‌

“I⁠‍ don’t think that‍‌ far…”

“You‍ do—in your heart.‌‍ Well, it’s not⁠‌⁠ surprising that you⁠ wouldn’t consider me‌‍ your student.”

The⁠‍​ more Denise watched‍ Dereck engrossed in‍⁠ magic, the more​‌‍ her confidence waned.‍

Dereck’s​‌‍ passion for magic⁠ was genuine. Certainly,​⁠​ someone with a strong desire for‍ achievement like Aiselin‌⁠​ would be the​ perfect apprentice for‍⁠‍ him.

Denise,​ at some point,‌ had stopped seeking‍​‍ magical success.

“Why⁠‌ don’t you like​⁠ magic?”

“…”‌⁠

Denise,‍⁠⁠ quietly seated on‍​ the rock in⁠ front of him,⁠‍ stayed silent for‍‍⁠ a moment.

It​ was the first​‌​ time Dereck had‍​​ asked her something⁠ personal. He had⁠‌ ignored her when⁠⁠⁠ she chattered, but​‍ now that she‌ was unguarded, he‌‍​ finally showed interest.‌‍​ He was truly⁠‍‍ unpredictable.

“Magic‍‍ is supposed to⁠‌⁠ be fun, right?”‌‌​

“Isn’t‌⁠​ it always? Back⁠ then… it seemed‌ fun…”

Denise‌‌‌ sighed deeply as⁠​ she reflected.

Indeed,⁠‍​ there was a time in her‍‌ youth when she‌‌ studied magic all‌ day. As the‌‍​ favored lady of⁠​‌ House Beltus, who⁠​⁠ received the attention​ of the elders,​⁠‍ she had immersed‍⁠​ herself in magic‌‌‌ from a young‌‍ age.

Closing⁠ her eyes, it​​ felt like the⁠​‌ darkness etched a picture of her‍ younger self on‌ her retina.

A liar and lazy,‍​ living with a “good enough” mindset,‍ there must’ve been‍​ a time when‍​ she actively participated‌‌ in everything. It⁠ was a distant⁠‌‌ past, from when‍⁠ she was still​‌ too young, but​​‍ she had once⁠‌‌ been pure.

However,⁠ the moment her‍⁠⁠ passion faded and⁠​​ was lost came‌​ unexpectedly.

“It⁠‍ wasn’t exactly that‌‌ magic was fun—but​‍ rather, the reactions‍⁠ from my family​ praising every achievement‌ I made.”

The​ girl would hide⁠‍​ in a corner‌​ of her room,‌​ devouring various magic​ books, constantly refining‍ her power whenever⁠ she had time.‍‌

Was‍​ the process fun?⁠⁠⁠ Not really. It‌‍ was more exhausting⁠⁠ and draining. But‍​‍ each time she⁠ presented her achievements‌​ to her family,‍‌ they clapped and‌ rejoiced.

As​ a true mage‌‌‌ of the Beltus‍‍​ family, everyone beamed‍⁠⁠ with joy. And‍‌ when they smiled,​‌‍ Lady Denise smiled​​‍ too.

‘Well‌‍ done.’ ‘Good job.’​ ‘You did great.’‍‍‌ ‘Impressive.’ ‘Outstanding.’

Amid​⁠ such praise, the‌⁠‌ naïve girl deluded‍‌​ herself into thinking‌‍‍ magic was fun.‌

Upon‌ realizing this, Denise‍​‍ could only open‍ her eyes.

Seeing‌⁠‌ Dereck, who remained‌‍ unmoved, she wondered‌‌​ if her misplaced​⁠⁠ enthusiasm had stemmed‍‌‍ from his pure‍‌‌ love for magic—envious‍​ of his total⁠‌ devotion to it.‍⁠

She⁠ finally understood why‌ she had displayed​ such inappropriate passion.⁠ The bitter aftertaste‌ still lingered on​⁠ her tongue.

“Just​‌ by doing magic⁠‌​ exercises every day,‍​ one day, in​‍ the middle of‌​ a pile of‌ books, the thought‍ suddenly popped into‍‌ my mind—‘Why am‍‍ I doing this?’”‍​

“…”​‌

“That‍​⁠ was it. There‌​ was no big‍ catalyst or tearful⁠ backstory. Like most‍⁠ people, one day…⁠​ I changed.”

Both⁠ Denise and Dereck​‍ knew.

Changes‌​‌ in life values‌⁠​ don’t always occur‍ through dramatic, meaningful⁠‍ events.

In⁠‌​ a silent room,​ on a table⁠​ piled with books,‌⁠ a thought crept‍‌⁠ in behind the⁠⁠ darkness, accompanied by‌ the sound of⁠ insects outside the‌​ window.

And‍ then, looking around,‌‌ there was only⁠⁠⁠ a young girl⁠ tirelessly refining her​⁠⁠ magic every day.‍

Seeing‍​ the scattered books⁠ and magic tools,‌ and herself striving⁠⁠‌ hard, even at‌⁠ the cost of​‌ sleep, she wondered​ why she had‌⁠⁠ never questioned it‍ before.

‘Why‍⁠‍ am I doing‌ this?’

A question so simple.‌​​

Denise‌​ wasn’t interested in‌‍⁠ magic. If anything,‍ she preferred debating‍‌ skills or writing.⁠

Although‍ she had achieved‌ some success, her‍​⁠ magical talent wasn’t‌ obvious at first.⁠ The repeated training​‌ was no more‌ than self-inflicted suffering.‍‌‌ Still, she worked‌⁠⁠ hard for praise.‍‌‌

Grand⁠ Duke Beltus always​⁠ seemed pleased when‌‌ Denise reached a higher level, feeling​​⁠ that the Beltus​‌ name had risen.​‌‍ The elders felt‌ the same.

But​​ one night, while‍‍ the girl was‌‍⁠ engrossed in her‍​ spellbook, a sudden⁠ unease crept in.‍‌

That​ was when she‍‍‍ realized her focus‍ wasn’t on her⁠ own achievements, but⁠‌ on the prestige​​‍ of the family⁠‌ name—a wave of⁠​ doubt struck her‌ without warning.

Like⁠‍ tripping on a stone while running,‍‌‌ everything stopped. She‌​ felt like she⁠‍ collapsed like a puppet with its⁠‍​ strings cut.

What‍‌‍ would she call​‌‍ this feeling? Too​⁠ big to call‌⁠ it frustration, too‌⁠ small to call‌ it emptiness. She‌⁠ didn’t try to‌‍​ define the twisted‌ emotion.

It‌​‍ wasn’t sorrow deep‍​ enough to grieve,⁠⁠​ nor a trivial‌‌ issue to ignore.‌​​

She​‌ realized her life​‌ was like a cart with square‌⁠ wheels. Somehow moving‍⁠‌ toward a destination,⁠ but inevitably, it​‌‍ would collapse from​​‍ exhaustion someday. If​​ not now, structurally,‍ it would happen‍‍ eventually.

So​⁠ the girl abruptly​ got up from‌⁠ her desk and​⁠ lay in her​ bed. As she‍​ slowly sank into‌‍ the soft blanket,‌​ she finally felt⁠ something that had‌ weighed her down—like⁠ shackles—had been released.‍

Thus,⁠⁠‌ the girl’s time‌‌​ dissolved into her​​⁠ luxurious bed.

Seasons⁠‌​ passed, flowers bloomed​‌​ and withered, the⁠ sun rose and​​ set. As she⁠⁠⁠ disliked the sunlight‍ entering her dark⁠​ room, she would​ draw the heavy‌​ curtains, live just‌⁠ enough, and let⁠ it all pass.⁠⁠‌

On​​​ the mandatory days‌ at the Rose​⁠‌ Hall, she saw⁠⁠ ambitious young ladies⁠‌​ like Aiselin and‍‌⁠ Ellen. From her​⁠‍ seat as an‍ observer, resting her⁠‌‍ chin in her‌​​ hand with indifferent⁠‍​ eyes, she’d occasionally⁠‌ murmur to herself.‍​⁠ Everyone was living⁠‍⁠ seriously.

They⁠​​ rejoiced like they⁠ were leaping into​⁠​ achievements, clenched their‍​ teeth in defeat,‍ tossed between superiority‍​⁠ and inferiority, reveling​⁠⁠ and blaming themselves—joys⁠‍‍ and sorrows, like‌⁠ alternating hot and‌ cold baths. Thus,​​ the hall was‌ full of people‍ navigating life’s waves⁠‌ in their own‌ way.

The‌ girl, resting her⁠⁠ chin and watching⁠‍‍ indifferently, always had​‍​ similar thoughts.

Everyone’s⁠⁠ struggling.

“I’ve‌‍ thought a lot,​‍‌ and… I guess⁠​ I envy you.”​

“…”‍

“Surely,⁠​ someone like you‍ will become a great magician.”

With⁠ that, the girl⁠ who had let‌‍ go of all‍‌‍ her burdens rose‍​ from her seat.⁠‍⁠ The accomplishments of‍ the boy named​ Dereck were entirely‌ his own. He‍‌ received no backing‌ from a wealthy‌⁠ family, no support‌‍ from anyone, and‌​⁠ had no expectations⁠⁠‍ from a family‍​ chasing worldly power.​‌ He wasn’t ‘of‍‍ a family’—he was⁠ simply Dereck.

But‌⁠ Denise didn’t prattle⁠​ on with such​ self-satisfying words. For⁠‍ someone, having an​​ exceptional family background‍ and full support‌⁠⁠ might be their⁠​​ most pressing need.‌⁠

She​ wasn’t careless enough⁠‍ to speak sweet⁠ nothings in front​‌ of a boy⁠⁠‌ from the slums‍​ who had grown‌ up in the​‍‍ harshest of environments.⁠

So⁠‍⁠ she simply acknowledged⁠ the boy’s accomplishments⁠⁠‌ in silence and‌ rose from her‌ seat.

“We’ll‍‌ meet again, if‍ fate allows.”

With‍​ a casual wave,‌​‌ Denise walked toward⁠ the exit of​ the cave, her​‍ steps as slow​ and weary as‌ ever.

Seeing​ Denise’s languid walk,⁠‍ Dereck suddenly spoke.‌‍

“Still,‍​‍ let me clarify‌‍‌ one thing. Magic‍ is a deeper​⁠ and more fascinating​​ field of study⁠⁠​ than Lady Denise​ imagines.”

“…”​

“It’s​ not like I loved magic from‍‌​ the start and⁠⁠‍ decided to study‍‍ it. I was‌‍ just a slum‍ kid, desperate to‌‌ cling to any​​ magician I saw,⁠​ gritting my teeth‍⁠ to be taught—just⁠ to survive. Like​‍ others, I got​‌ involved when I learned.”

Dereck‌‌ spoke without making‍‍​ eye contact with⁠ Denise. Denise could‌‍⁠ easily imagine the‍​​ young mage’s life.‌⁠⁠ In any case,‌ the path he’d‌‍ walked was closer‍‍⁠ to a thorny‌‌⁠ road than a bed of roses.‌⁠​

“Don’t‌⁠ hate magic too‌​ much.”

“You’re⁠‍ always so consistent.”⁠​‌

With‌​ a hollow laugh,​ Denise replied.

***‍

When⁠‍ Denise emerged from​ the entrance of‍‌⁠ the cave, the⁠‍ Duplain family’s servants‌‌ had already arrived‍⁠ in force.

They‌ were guarding a luxurious carriage. It⁠‌ was obvious who‍‍‌ was inside.

As​​⁠ Denise composed herself​‍ and walked past‍‌‍ the carriage, Aiselin⁠​‍ stared at her​ wide-eyed.

When⁠​⁠ Aiselin hurried to⁠‌‍ step out of​‍ the carriage to‌​‌ show her respect,⁠⁠ Denise waved a hand, stopping her.​‍​

As‍‌‌ always, with a tired expression and‌⁠‍ only the barest‍⁠⁠ hint of courtesy,⁠ she passed Aiselin’s⁠‌​ carriage and headed‌‌ toward the plains.⁠

No‍‌ one in the‍ world could reject‍⁠ Aiselin’s sincerity, who‌​ had come to⁠‌ the cave with‍‌ such respect. In‌ the end, she‍⁠​ was the only‍⁠‍ one who could‌ possibly persuade the⁠​⁠ rough magic master.‌⁠

Seated​ in the carriage⁠‍​ on the way​‌ back to the​ mansion, Denise looked⁠‌ up at the‌⁠ vast sky.

“The‍⁠ sun is too‍‍ bright. Ugh…”

“Things‌ didn’t go according⁠ to plan this‌⁠‌ time. I’ll inform‌⁠ the Duke that⁠ we tried but​‍⁠ it didn’t work.”‍‌‍

“Well,‌ if it wasn’t⁠​ meant to be,‍​ it wasn’t meant‍ to be. Father‍⁠‌ won’t be too​ stingy about it.‍‍ Being beautiful and‌ smart doesn’t solve⁠‌ everything, right?”

”…”​‌

Denise‍‌ always enjoyed Bella’s‍ changing expression whenever​⁠ she shamelessly boasted‍ with a straight‍‌​ face. She laughed‌⁠​ inwardly and then,‍​‍ resting her chin⁠​⁠ on the window‌‌​ sill, looked up⁠ at the sky⁠ again.

“Let’s‍ go home and⁠​ just call this​‍​ a failure.”

A strange sense of⁠‍ relief mixed in⁠⁠⁠ with the weight⁠ pressing down on​‌‌ her. The next‌ day, shocking news‍⁠⁠ swept through the​​ Rose Hall.

Aiselin‌ of the Duplain‍‌⁠ family had personally‌ brought her maids‍ to the outskirts‍‌ of Ebelstain, but⁠ the magic master‍ named Dereck had‍​​ politely declined to‍⁠⁠ teach her.

Those​‍‌ who called themselves⁠‌⁠ magic masters would⁠‍ usually cling to‍‍‍ the hem of⁠‌‍ her skirt and​‌​ beg to have‍ her as a student.

The‍‌​ noble ladies were⁠⁠ already in an​ uproar that morning,⁠​‌ wondering how anyone​ could refuse Aiselin,⁠‍ such a precious⁠​ talent that even​ she had been‌‍ rejected.

He‍‍​ claimed that Aiselin‌⁠ was too vast⁠‍ a vessel to‍⁠‍ teach. How could​‌ one contain a whale meant to‌ roam the ocean​‌⁠ in a mere‍ stream?

And‌​ so, his polite‌ refusal, which honored​‍ her and preserved⁠ her dignity, circulated​‍ throughout the hall‌ for a while.⁠

“Wow…‌‌ he’s even more⁠‍‌ obsessed with magic‍ than I imagined…”⁠​

Upon‌‌ hearing the news⁠​‍ that morning, Denise​​​ blinked in disbelief.‌​⁠

She⁠ knew he was‌‌ unpredictable, an incomprehensible‌‍ enigma. But to‌‍ turn down Aiselin,‍ of all people…‍⁠‍ Even after hearing‌ it clearly, Denise‌‍ had to doubt⁠​ her ears.

‘He​⁠‍ said he’d wait‌‌ until my training‍‍ was done, but‌ he refused… Just‍‌ how deeply is‍‍ he buried in​ his magical pursuit?’‍

It⁠​​ happened while she‍ was walking down‍‌‌ the corridor of​ the Beltus house‍⁠‍ for breakfast.

She‍‌ had finished eating‌⁠ early and was⁠​‍ about to return‌​ to Ebelstein when‍‍ she ran into‌ the Duke of⁠‍ Beltus, leading several‍ attendants out of‍⁠‍ his office.

The‌⁠ two were far⁠ from having a warm familial bond.‌⁠​

Still,⁠‍ Denise managed a warm smile and‍​ behaved gracefully.

“Father.‍ Good morning. The‌‌‌ weather today…”

“Oh,‌‌ Denise. My dear⁠​ daughter.”

The⁠⁠ Duke of Beltus⁠‌ approached her with‌ a beaming smile,‌‍ moving closer to‍‌ pat her shoulder.​​ Though they maintained‌‍​ family formality, they​​ had never been⁠​⁠ this affectionate. Hiding‌‍ her growing panic,⁠‌‍ Denise responded.

“Ah,‍⁠​ Father?”

“A⁠​‍ letter arrived this‌ morning. The mage‌‍‍ from Raspah Cave‍‍ has sent a letter to the‍ Beltus family, inquiring​‌‌ about several conditions.‌ It seems he⁠ rejected Duplain’s offer‍ and is considering⁠ ours.”

“You​‍‌ mean… Aiselin’s?”

“Yes.​ It seems you‍‍​ are the most⁠‌⁠ capable when it‌ comes to high‌‌ society matters, Denise.‌ Unlike superficial nobles,​​‌ the way you‌ handle things is⁠ different. Truly, my​ dear daughter is⁠⁠ the most reliable.‍​ Ha ha ha!”​‍

The‌‍​ Duke of Beltus‍ laughed heartily, his​‌ voice rising with‌ his good mood.⁠⁠​ He seemed extremely​​ pleased with the‌‍⁠ news of having⁠‍​ secured Dereck over⁠⁠‍ the Duplain and​​ Belmierd families.

“Truly,⁠ Denise, you’re the‌⁠ best! How did‍ you persuade such‍⁠⁠ a stoic man…?​ I wonder what​⁠⁠ your secret is!”⁠

‘He⁠⁠​ chose me? Over⁠​ Aiselin?’

Denise‌ herself was utterly⁠​ stunned. She was‍‍ the most curious⁠⁠ of all about⁠‌ how this had‌‍ come to be.​⁠

In‍‌​ her heart, she‍ had admitted that‌⁠‌ Dereck was not⁠​ someone one could​ realistically hope to​⁠⁠ secure. And yet,‌ he had rejected​ all offers and⁠‍ chosen her.

‘…But⁠​‍ why???’

He​​ was someone who⁠‍‌ never moved according‌‍ to the world’s​‍ expectations. Denise couldn’t‌‌​ comprehend what was‍​​ happening, her eyes⁠ darting around in​⁠ confusion.

She‌⁠‌ had to admit⁠​ it.

Trying‍‍‌ to measure a man like Dereck​‌⁠ was a futile‌⁠‍ effort from the⁠‌ start.

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