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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 39: Spell (1)

Chapter 39: Spell (1)

[ List of Acquired‍ Spells ]

✦ Combat Spells
★☆☆☆☆☆ Mana Arrow‌​
★☆☆☆☆☆ Shockwave
★☆☆☆☆☆ Ice Spear⁠‌
★☆☆☆☆☆ Fire Arrow‌
★☆☆☆☆☆ Full Power​​‍ Manifestation
★★☆☆☆☆ Fireball
★★☆☆☆☆ Shadow Binding‌‌
★★☆☆☆☆ Large-Scale Shield‍‌‍

✦ Transmutation Spells
★☆☆☆☆☆ Light Creation‍​‍
★☆☆☆☆☆ Attribute Imbuement‌‌​
★★☆☆☆☆ Earth Wall‌⁠‌
★★☆☆☆☆ Crystallization

✦ Illusion Spells
★☆☆☆☆☆ Acoustic Isolation​⁠
★☆☆☆☆☆ Illusion – Small Animal
★★☆☆☆☆ Hallucination
★★☆☆☆☆ Confusion

✦ Summoning Spells
★☆☆☆☆☆ Summon – Guide Fairy

✦ Exploration Spells
★☆☆☆☆☆ Sense of⁠ Direction
★★☆☆☆☆ Clairvoyance
★★☆☆☆☆ Magic Detection​‌‍
★★☆☆☆☆ Life Detection‌

Dereck​​ had learned the⁠⁠⁠ basics of combat​‌‍ spells from an‌ old man.

And​ he learned fitting‍ illusion spells from‌‌​ a fallen noblewoman​⁠​ named Katia.

The‌ influence of a mentor couldn’t be⁠ ignored. Even after​ that, Dereck continued​‌⁠ mastering his own‌ magic, but most⁠⁠ of his accomplishments‌ focused on advancing‍ combat and illusion‍ spells.

He⁠​⁠ diligently practiced the⁠ arts of transmutation,⁠ exploration, and summoning‌⁠⁠ spells. However, no⁠‌‌ matter how hard‍​‍ he tried, there‍‍​ were times when​ progress felt stalled—like‍⁠ hitting an invisible​‌⁠ wall.

“I⁠‍ feel like I’ve‌​⁠ fully grasped the​ essence of exploration​‍⁠ spells.”

How‍⁠ long had it‌‌ been since he’d‌ immersed himself in‌‌​ magic in this​ dark cave?

One⁠ day, Drest Wolfetail‌​⁠ said something rare—commenting‍‌ first on Dereck’s‍⁠ magical abilities.

“…But​⁠ I still feel​‌​ a bit stuck.”‌

“The‌‌ rest is something‍ the boy must⁠‍‍ master on his⁠⁠‌ own.”

Hearing‌​‍ those words, Dereck​‍ felt a little‍⁠⁠ disappointed.

Opportunities‌⁠ to be taught‌‌ directly by a Six-Star Explorer Mage‌‌‍ weren’t common. If‍⁠ given the chance,⁠ he wanted to‍ learn as much​‌⁠ as possible.

Still,‌‍⁠ he knew that‍‌‍ having a good⁠⁠ mentor was just​‌​ as important as⁠‌​ personal reflection and​ mastery in the​ study of magic.⁠⁠‌

“If​‍‍ someone could discover⁠ all the truths‌ of magic sitting‌​⁠ in a cave​ corner, then every⁠⁠ great wizard in‌ the world would⁠⁠ be a hermit,‌ never leaving their‍‌‌ rooms.”

“I’ve​⁠ heard there are‌‍ quite a few​ like that.”

“…Anyway,‍‌​ I think I’ve‌⁠‍ done everything I can on my‍ part.”

Dereck⁠‌ raised his palm,‌ clenching and unclenching‍​​ it several times⁠​⁠ before him. He‌ closed his eyes​ tightly and once⁠ again felt the‍ flow of magical​‍‌ power.

By‍‌‍ observing Drest Wolfetail’s⁠​‍ spellcasting and trying‌⁠ to mimic it,‌⁠⁠ he constantly measured‍​‍ that immense energy.​

Gathering​‌‍ the magic floating‌ before his eyes‌ into his chest,‌ he released it‍‌​ into the world‍ as if exhaling.‌‌⁠

He⁠‍ felt like part​‌ of his body⁠⁠ was burning, while​ another part was‌⁠‌ freezing. The cold‌‍ and heat fused‍ within him, clashing​​​ and transforming into‌‌ magical power.

He⁠ had felt a similar sensation in⁠ the labyrinth recently.‍⁠​

That​​‌ strange dissonance, as‌​ if magical energy‌ wasn’t moving according⁠ to his will.⁠‍‍

The​⁠⁠ unique struggle of‌⁠ a mage stepping⁠‌‍ into the next​⁠ phase, unable to⁠‌ easily control such⁠ immense power.

He‍​ had often felt‌​ that in the‌⁠ past, struggling to⁠ master the various‍ exploration spells Drest‍‍​ possessed.

It​‍ was the repetition‌​ of days reaching‍‌ beyond his current‍​‌ level, toward a realm that still⁠‌ wasn’t his.

Again⁠ and again, he​ suppressed the sensation​ of battling unruly‌‌ magic.

Like⁠⁠ taming a wild⁠‌ beast, he controlled‌ the feeling of⁠‌⁠ the world’s wonders​‌​ gathering and becoming⁠ untamable, gritting his‌‌⁠ teeth. Finally, he⁠​ focused the magic‌⁠​ at his fingertips‌‌⁠ on a single​ point.

“…”‍

As⁠‍ if drawn by⁠‌‌ something, Dereck placed​ his hand on‌​​ the cold stone‌⁠‌ floor and released​‍ the spell as‌​ his heart dictated.‍‍

–Whirr!​​

With‍‌⁠ great resolve and‌​‌ sincerity, he materialized‌ his magic—but nothing⁠​ changed around him.‍‍​

“…”‌

It​‌ was a moment‌‍‌ of emptiness that‍⁠ suddenly overtook him.⁠​

–Rumble,‍‍‍ rumble!

–Crash!​‌

A great vibration began⁠‍ to spread throughout‌‌ the cave.

The‌‍ impact wasn’t enough‌ to shake the‌ entire vast cavern,‍‍ but it did‌ overturn a large‌ stretch of open​ ground.

The​‍​ tremors grew increasingly‍​‍ intense, and some‌⁠⁠ stalactites snapped and‍ fell, while cracks‌ began forming on‍​ the walls.

–Rumble!​‌​ Rumble! Crash!

Before‌​‌ Dereck could grasp‌‌‌ what was happening,‌ Drest quickly cast​⁠ a shield spell.‌‌‍

With‌ telekinesis, he pushed‌ Dereck away and‌‍ swiftly moved toward⁠​ the cave exit.‌

–Swish!‌​ Bang! Crash!

At​‍​ the entrance of⁠⁠ Raspah Cave
Dereck sat, staring‌‍ at the collapsed​​ entrance.

The​‍ tips of his​‌​ fingers trembled from⁠⁠ the magic drawn‍ from the earth.‍‌ Drest, standing with‍‌⁠ hands folded behind‌​ his back, laughed‍‍⁠ dryly. Dereck was⁠​ almost of age‌⁠‌ for his coming-of-age‌​ ceremony. Yet the⁠​‌ spell he had‍‌​ cast had completely⁠ destroyed the entrance‍​‌ to Raspah Cave.‌⁠

“Get⁠‍⁠ up… Get up…”⁠

Sweating‌‌ heavily, Dereck steadied​‍ his trembling hands‌‍⁠ and somehow managed​​ to stand.

He⁠‍ was about to​ ask what had⁠‌ just happened when‍ he felt an⁠⁠​ aftershock.

(Spell‌ Acquired)

‘Tectonic⁠​‌ Disturbance’ – 3-Star⁠ Combat Spell

Dereck⁠‌ swallowed hard. To‌ find an average‍ mage who had‌​ learned a 3-star‍ spell at his‍‍ age, one would​‌​ have to look⁠‌​ into historical records‌‌ or the biographies⁠​‍ of great figures.​⁠

As⁠⁠‌ usual, the old,​⁠ saggy-skinned wizard placed⁠ his hand on‌​ Dereck’s shoulder from‍ behind.

“As⁠⁠ I said, it⁠‌ seems there’s nothing​ more I can‌‌ teach you right‌ now.”

***​

The⁠ stars were clearly​‍ visible.

It​⁠⁠ is said that‍ Adelbert, who first⁠⁠‍ conceived the spell⁠ hierarchy, was inspired⁠​⁠ by the stars​‌⁠ that filled the‍ sky.

Dereck​‍ was sitting near‌‌ the campfire at‍ the entrance of‍​ the destroyed cave​ with Drest, reclining⁠ in the night’s‌ darkness.

Dereck⁠ looked at his⁠​ palm with a confused expression.

He​​ had just altered⁠‍‌ his surroundings.

A 3-star spell. Among‍‌ the nobility, spellcasters‍ with 3-star spells‍ are called “advanced‌​‌ mages,” recognized as‍‍​ those who have⁠ mastered a specific‍​ aspect of magic.​⁠

When‍⁠⁠ news spread that⁠​⁠ a commoner had​⁠​ become a 3-star⁠​‍ mage, even nobles​⁠⁠ had to respect‌⁠​ the blood, sweat,‍​⁠ and tears poured⁠ into the effort.‍ Most 3-star mages‌‍ born as commoners‍‌‍ had dedicated their‌ entire lives to‍ magic.

However,‍ there had never‌ been a 3-star⁠​​ mage as young​​‌ as Dereck. It⁠ was doubtful he‍⁠ would be met​⁠‍ with admiration for‌ it. The tangible‌⁠ proof of that⁠ sat across the⁠⁠ fire—an old mage⁠​ named Drest.

“I’ve​⁠ said it before,​‌ but as a common mage, you​ can’t survive on⁠‌ ordinary talent alone.”‌‍‍

“…”⁠

Though​ his words lacked‌‌​ emotion, the weight​⁠‌ of years still⁠ filled Drest’s speech.⁠‌‌

Drest‌‌ had lived as‍‌ a common mage,⁠​‍ sacrificing too much‍⁠‌ just to stay​​⁠ alive—and to surpass⁠‍ the nobles.

“To‌ be respected, you⁠ must be extraordinary.‌ Rise so high⁠‍ they can’t reach⁠‌​ you. It’s human‍‌‍ nature to try​ to drag down​⁠ anyone who seems‍‍⁠ within reach.”

“And‍ how big is​‍‍ someone like that?”⁠‌

If‍ Dereck, at his‌ age, had mastered‌⁠‌ a 3-star spell,‌​​ most mages would‌⁠​ be left speechless‌‍​ in awe.

Yet‍‍⁠ Drest merely closed​‌ his eyes.

In‍ the fight against​ the world, it‍ could be a crushing victory or‌⁠⁠ a crushing defeat.⁠‍⁠

Drest‌‍​ looked at Dereck‍ with a gaze⁠⁠ clouded by time,​​ a century’s worth‌‍ of valor clearly⁠ reflected in his⁠ eyes.

He‍‍ seemed to project⁠​ a piece of⁠‍ his past onto​⁠‌ the growing existence‌⁠⁠ that was Dereck.⁠

“Judge​⁠ it for yourself.”⁠

With‍⁠ that, Drest stood​⁠ from his fragile‌​⁠ body.

“Where⁠ are you going?”‌

“Just‌‌‍ to get some‍​‍ fresh air.”

“…”‌‍​

Saying‌‌ that, Drest waved⁠‌​ his robe.

The‍‍ forest surrounding the⁠‍‌ cave was filled‌ with the darkness​ of night. To‍ some, this darkness​‍ might seem like​​ an endless void.⁠⁠​

Drest,⁠‌ now aged and⁠ at the twilight⁠ of his life,‌ did not radiate‌‌ the grandeur that​ flowed from the⁠​‌ world’s most famous‌​ mages.

Though⁠​ he was one‌‍‌ of the greatest,‍⁠ he looked completely⁠​​ ordinary. His shoulders‍ were small, his‍‌ limbs as thin‌ as dead branches,⁠‌‍ wrapped in a worn-out robe, nibbling⁠‍‌ on food meant​‌‍ for commoners.

He⁠ lived simply—and would‌​‌ die simply.

Dereck‍⁠ knew Drest’s end⁠ would not be⁠⁠⁠ as dramatic as‌‍ his reputation. After⁠‍⁠ a tumultuous life,‍​‌ he would wander​ until he felt⁠‍ death, then return‌⁠ to a quiet​⁠‌ village in the‍ outskirts of Count‍‌ Jebelon’s lands.

In​⁠ that now remote‌ and silent field,‌‍⁠ he would casually⁠​​ enter a house,⁠ sit in a worn chair, rest​​ his chin on​​⁠ his hand.

And​ silently close his‍‍ eyes, never to‍​​ open them again.‍‌ That’s how he‍‌ lived and died.⁠

“The‌​‍ night air is‌⁠​ still quite cold,‍⁠​ Master. Please stay‍ a little closer⁠‍ to the fire.”‍⁠

Dereck‌​ said that.

Then‍ Drest paused for⁠‌​ a moment and,‍ as usual, showed‌​⁠ no expression.

“It’s‍‌‍ fine.”

“…”⁠‌⁠

“Be‌​ careful of Cohela.”‌‍⁠

With‍⁠ that cryptic warning‌ thrown into the‍​ air, he melted​‍⁠ quietly into the‌⁠‌ night. And Drest⁠‌ did not return.⁠⁠

Dereck‍​‌ knew it would‌‍​ happen.

In‍ the place where‍​ the old man‍ had gone, Dereck⁠​​ sat alone, poking​‌‌ the fire with​​ a stick. The​ crackling intensified.

Round⁠​ and round, and⁠‌⁠ in the end,​​ as always, he‌ sat alone.

The‍‍‍ old beggar had‌‌‌ done it, Katia⁠​ had done it,​⁠ Drest had done⁠ it… all the‌⁠‌ same. Those who‍​‍ embraced him like⁠‍ a cradle would‌‌⁠ surely leave one⁠ day.

Once⁠ you realize that,‍ you begin to‍ understand that farewell​ is also a natural part of‌‌ life.

It​ was one of‌‌‌ life’s many truths.​

***⁠​

After​​‌ a long time,‍​​ Dereck returned to⁠​​ his residence near​ Ebelstain’s commercial district.‌

He​ washed up, laundered‍‍ all his clothes‍ and mercenary gear.‌

Sharpened​​‍ the rusted knife.‍ Oiled it too.⁠

Cleaned​ the dusty room,​​⁠ threw out all⁠ the spoiled food.‍‍ Washed the blanket.⁠ Placed scented candles‍‍‍ here and there‍ around the room.‍⁠

Repaired‌ the worn door,​​ discarded the old⁠‍ furniture and bought​​⁠ new ones.

He​‌ carefully trimmed his‍ thick hair and​​⁠ shaved.

He⁠ pushed the spellbook‌ Katia had left‌‌⁠ to the back‌​ of the drawer.‍ He no longer‌‌⁠ needed that grimoire.‌​‌

Dressed‍‌⁠ properly, he reviewed​⁠​ all the stacks⁠​ of letters. From⁠⁠ mercenary groups, from⁠‌ the three great‌‍‌ families, from the‌​ Ebelstain headquarters, from‌​ employers seeking to⁠ hire Dereck directly.⁠‍ Many sought him​‌​ out, but he‍‌ responded to none.⁠⁠

After⁠‌ putting the basics‍ in order, he​‌⁠ stepped out into⁠‌ the sunlit doorway.​ The rich aroma‌⁠⁠ of bread from⁠ the bakery across⁠⁠‍ the street hadn’t‌‌ changed.

Ebelstain⁠​⁠ was still a city of a thousand faces.

It‍​ was Dereck’s home.‌‍‍

***‌‍‌

“We’ve‍​⁠ received a message‌ from that Dereck.‌ He’s requested a meeting with His‍ Grace, Duke Beltus.​⁠ What should we‌‍‌ do?”

Clerven,⁠ the head butler‍ of the Beltus⁠⁠​ family, couldn’t help​​‌ but feel puzzled⁠⁠‌ while reporting this.‌‌⁠ How could a commoner ask to⁠ meet a great⁠ duke of a nation?

However,‌‍‍ Dereck was a successful magic instructor.⁠‌ Renowned instructors sometimes⁠​‍ made their voices‍ heard—even among the‌‌‌ nobility.

In⁠‍ fact, Dereck had‌⁠‍ sent several letters‌ to the Beltus⁠ family, inquiring about‍ various conditions.

“Has‌​ he finished his​​ magical training? It⁠ seems he’s completed⁠‍ it.”

Dereck‍ had crushed the⁠​ pride of Grand‌ Duke Duplain, who⁠ had confidently declared‌ that Dereck would‌​ definitely go to⁠‌ the Duplain family.‌ That alone filled‌‍‌ Duke Beltus with⁠‍ delight.

Naturally,‌ he showed a satisfied expression, pleased‌‍‌ that Dereck had‍​ chosen the Beltus‍‍ family over Duplain⁠‍ or Belmierd.

“Denise​​ will be trained‌ in magic, and‍​ given that her​​‍ magical growth has‌ been stagnant lately,​ this is a good opportunity. If⁠ he’s as competent​‍ as they say,⁠​ he should yield‌ significant results, right?”​‌

“There‍⁠⁠ are widespread rumors‍ that he’s achieved‌ exceptional results working⁠ with the Duplain‍ and Belmierd families.”​​

“Exactly.​​ Since it was​ Denise who persuaded‍​‍ him, and he’ll‌ be instructing her,⁠‍⁠ I’ll tell her⁠ to meet with⁠​⁠ him separately. There’s‌ too much pressing⁠​ work in the‍​‍ domain—so I’ll leave⁠⁠ this matter in​ Denise’s hands.”

Thus,‍‍ Duke Beltus began‌⁠​ writing a letter​ to send to​‍​ Ebelstain, his quill⁠‍ dancing across the​‍‌ paper.

Seeing⁠ the satisfaction dripping‌ from his face,⁠​ the chief butler​‍ felt there was‌‌​ no need for⁠‌​ concern.

***​‌

“The‌ magic instructor is​⁠ supposed to visit‌ the mansion today.”‍‌

“Eek…!”​

As⁠ usual, Denise, hiding‌​‌ in a corner,‍‌ swallowed hard.

After‌​ returning home, Denise​​​ had quietly stayed⁠⁠‌ in her room,‌ slowly untangling her‌ thoughts. She couldn’t‌⁠ understand the mindset⁠‌ of a magic​ instructor who had⁠⁠ turned down Aiselin‍‍ and Ellen, insisting‌⁠‌ on teaching her⁠ instead.

After‍​​ considering several theories‍ and possibilities, she​ even started to‍ wonder if this‌​⁠ decision was a form of punishment.‌

After​⁠ all, she had‍‍ tried to manipulate‍⁠‌ the situation, feigning​ enthusiasm for magic‌​⁠ she didn’t really⁠⁠⁠ care about. Some‌ mages considered that‍‍ an insult, so‍ maybe her teacher‍⁠⁠ was doing something​‌ to get back‍‍‌ at her.

How‍ could a commoner​⁠ harbor resentment toward​‍‍ a noblewoman of​ House Beltus? But⁠​​ he wasn’t just‍​‌ any commoner. He⁠‌ was a magic‍​ instructor desired by​⁠​ the three great‌ families.

Realizing‌​‌ how peculiar her‌‌‌ position was, she‌​ thought:

“If‍‍‍ I, who’ve been​‍‌ accepted as a student by the‍‌⁠ legendary instructor who‌⁠​ reformed Lady Diella,‌ earned Ellen’s acknowledgment,‌ and was chosen⁠‌ over Aiselin, don’t‌‍ produce any results…”‌

Even‍‌ if he was‍‌‍ just a mercenary‌‍ from the slums,​‍ he was someone‌‍ who had built​​​ such a reputation.​​⁠

If‍⁠ no progress happened‍ here, who would‍ be blamed? Most⁠ likely, the blame‍​‍ would fall on⁠⁠ her—for having a great master yet⁠⁠⁠ remaining stagnant.

She​‌ didn’t think she⁠​‍ would fall into‍​​ such contradiction, but‌⁠​ there was no‌ available escape.

“Bella…⁠‌‍ I just want⁠ to lie down‌⁠ and do nothing…‌‍​ Can’t I just‌‍‍ fire him as‍⁠ I please…?”

“You⁠‍​ know better than‍⁠ anyone—you don’t want‍‍ to work… but⁠‍‌ the Grand Duke‌ won’t stand for⁠‍ that…”

After‍ splashing her face⁠ a few times,⁠ Denise finally got‌ up. Staying like​​ that wouldn’t solve​ anything.

***‌‍‍

“Good‌‍ morning. It’s been‍​ a long time⁠‍ since we last⁠ saw each other.”‍‌

In⁠ the noble district⁠ of Ebelstain, at⁠ Denise’s residence.

Guided‍‌⁠ by the servants,‌ Dereck walked through‍⁠ the hallway.

He⁠​ approached, removed his‍ cloak, and greeted⁠ Denise. As usual,‍​ his demeanor was‍⁠‌ brusque.

But‌‌ Denise could only​‌ stand there, eyes‍​ wide in disbelief.‍⁠ It was her‌ first formal meeting​​ with Dereck. Of​ course, she had‍ first seen him⁠​‍ from the stands​⁠​ of the combat​‍ training field, but‌⁠‍ the impression left‌ by that brief⁠ encounter had long​‌ faded.

In‌ Denise’s mind, Dereck⁠‌ was a hermit,‍ secluded in a remote cave no⁠​‌ one visited, his⁠‍ face worn and​‍ hair unkempt, completely⁠‍ consumed by magic.‍‍

Now‍ well-dressed and greeting‍​ her politely, she⁠ could barely recognize‌ him.

“Dereck…?⁠‌‍ Is that really⁠​​ you…?”

“Yes.⁠​ I appreciate your‍⁠​ help at Raspah‌‍⁠ Cave. The supplies‍‌ you provided were⁠​ very helpful.”

“Oh,‍⁠ I didn’t know…​‌ you’re someone who‌‌‍ observes formalities like‍​ that…?”

“Huh?”‍‍​

“…”⁠

Even‌ if Dereck’s status‌​‍ was unclear, he⁠⁠⁠ wouldn’t behave the⁠‌​ same in the‍ nearly deserted Raspah⁠‌ Cave as he⁠​⁠ would in the‌⁠‌ lands of a noble house.

Of‌⁠​ course, that was​​ to be expected,‍ but Denise found‌ herself unable to​​‌ adjust to Dereck’s‍ transformation, her mind‍ briefly stalling.

‘Now’s‍ not the time‍ to be confused.⁠⁠‌ There are so‌‍ many things I want to ask,⁠​ so many intentions‌ to convey.’

He⁠‌ was the one‍ buried in magical⁠ training in a cave’s corner. His​ magical power must⁠‌‌ have grown.

Denise⁠⁠‍ subtly gathered mana,⁠ materializing her detection⁠ spell in the​‍ corner of her⁠​ eye. She intended​‌‌ to measure just‌‍‍ how far his‌ mana extended.

“…”⁠⁠​

However,‌‍⁠ Dereck’s mana couldn’t⁠⁠‌ be measured by⁠‌⁠ Denise’s eyes. Whether‌ the mana was‍‍ too faint to⁠ perceive or he​ had learned how‌‍ to conceal it​ from detection spells—‍

If⁠ he had such‌‌ an ability, it‌ meant his mana⁠ couldn’t be measured‍‌​ unless one belonged‍⁠⁠ to a higher‍ realm.

Clearly,‌‌⁠ he was someone‌‌⁠ who saw broader⁠‍ horizons than Denise.‍‌

Swallowing⁠‍ dryly, Denise spoke.‌⁠‍

“You’ve‌ traveled far. I heard you came‌⁠ to teach me‌‌ magic?”

“Yes,‌ that’s right.”

Dereck‍‍ wiped his hands‌‍⁠ several times, then‍​‍ showed a faint​​ smile.

“I⁠ heard you’re quite‍⁠ disappointed in magic.”‌​

“…”‌‍

“Honestly,⁠‌ wouldn’t that hurt‌​ your pride? To‍⁠‍ judge magic as‍‌⁠ good or bad⁠ without even glimpsing​ its domain is‌⁠ an insult to‌ magic itself. After​ all, I’ve dedicated‍⁠ my life to​ it.”

“Perhaps​‌ I judged too⁠‍‌ hastily. I’m sorry.‌‍ Are you satisfied​‍⁠ now?”

“No.‍‍‌ While I appreciate‍‍ your selfless apology,‍ don’t you find⁠ it unfortunate? Living‌‍ only with disappointment‍‍‍ and resentment toward​‍ something so wondrous.‌​ That won’t do.”‍‍⁠

Denise‌ met Dereck’s gaze.​‌ In his deep‌ and captivating eyes,⁠​⁠ a strange, indescribable‍ energy flowed.

It⁠‍ seemed like endless‍⁠⁠ seriousness, but there‌⁠ was a touch‍ of madness behind‌‍‌ it.

‘Eek…’‌‌​

Denise⁠‍​ realized it. She‍‌ had touched someone‍ she shouldn’t have.‍

Before‌ touching someone, one‌⁠ must first ensure⁠‍ they can handle⁠⁠‍ that person. It⁠‌‍ was common sense,‍⁠ but the divide‍‍ between commoners and⁠​‍ nobles sometimes made‌ people forget that.‌

Unfortunately,⁠ what’s done is⁠ done—that’s how the⁠⁠ world works.

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