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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 4: Duplain (1)

Chapter 4: Duplain (1)

Noble​‌⁠ ladies often step‍​​ into mansions in‍‍ Ebelstein for social⁠‌​ training. It’s said⁠ that at least⁠ 40 servants are‌⁠ needed to assist‍⁠ a single lady‌​ given a separate‌ mansion.

A head maid, head⁠ butler, three housemaids,‌‌ three cooks, four‌​ kitchen maids, three​‌‌ scullery maids, five‌ personal maids, a maid in charge‌⁠ of the personal⁠‍‍ maids, butlers, valets,‍​ coachmen, gardeners, and⁠​ so on.

Moreover,‌‌ a high-ranking retainer⁠​‌ is required, and⁠‍ if preparing for‌ a debut into‍‌⁠ society, several private​ tutors must be‌​ included, sometimes totaling⁠‍ over a dozen​ teachers.

The‍‍‌ most valuable among⁠‍ these tutors are‌⁠ those proficient in‍⁠ magic, regarded as⁠‍ a noble’s privilege‍‌‍ and inherent trait.‌‍​ High-level wizards are⁠​‌ extremely rare and‍⁠⁠ usually occupy significant⁠‌​ positions rather than‍⁠ serving as private‍⁠⁠ tutors.

This‍‌​ background explains why‍ Count Elvester, the‌‌ most renowned war⁠ hero of the‌⁠ eastern region, personally‌ recruited Katia. An​​ individual with deep‌⁠​ understanding of noble‍‍⁠ culture, exceptional magical⁠ skills, and the‍⁠ charisma to teach​​ was more valuable‌‌‍ than gold. It’s​​ no wonder that‍‌ every noble family‌​⁠ would compete to⁠ hire such a person.

There’s​⁠​ a famous story⁠​ about Count Delros⁠⁠ from the north‌​​ who traveled all​ the way to⁠ the capital to‍‍ personally fetch a third-level magic tutor,⁠‍ fearing another noble⁠⁠ might take them‍‍⁠ first. It was‌​ a desperate move⁠​‍ that didn’t suit⁠ his rank.

Ultimately,‍‌ parents would do⁠​ anything to provide⁠‌ their children with⁠​‍ excellent tutors. Nobles​⁠ who rule the‌​ world from their‍ thrones are no‍‍​ different.

Retainers,⁠‌ servants, tutors, and⁠⁠‍ even knights for⁠ protection—all these form​ a small army⁠ or a trade‌⁠‍ caravan to serve‍​⁠ one noble lady.‍‌

It’s​⁠⁠ like the entire‌‌‍ world moves for‌ one young girl,‍⁠ not even an‌ adult yet. Such‌​ is the status‌ of a noble⁠‌ lady from a prominent family.

Derek’s⁠​ world was completely​‍​ different, so it‍ was natural for‍⁠ them to have​ no intersection.

*

“I’ve⁠‌ got a big‌⁠ one this time.‍ It’s a request‌ from the Duke⁠⁠‍ of Duplain.”

Jaden,⁠‌ the owner of‌‍⁠ ‘Tears of Veldurn,’‍ a tavern located⁠ in the deepest‍‌​ part of the‍⁠⁠ mercenary street, was⁠‍⁠ also the leader‍ of the Veldurn⁠ Mercenary Group.

“Don’t⁠​ complain about the‍ sudden call, Derek.​ You know I usually follow proper‍ procedures.”

“The‌⁠ Duke of Duplain?‌​ It’s hard to​‍ believe. Why would‌‌ they come to⁠ us for a job?”

“It’s​⁠‍ true, though. This⁠ is a rare‍‍ opportunity for the‍‌ Veldurn Mercenary Group.”​⁠⁠

When‌ people think of​⁠ mercenaries in Ebelstein,​ they imagine two​⁠ types.

One​⁠ is a genuine⁠ military group stationed‍ in a specific‌ area, handling requests‍‌ on a domain​⁠‌ or national level.‌⁠ They usually gather‍⁠⁠ around retired generals‍ and rarely leave⁠ their posts, making​⁠⁠ them hard to‌ see.

The‍‌ other is a group performing various‌‌⁠ tasks centered around‍ places like the⁠‍‌ tavern street in⁠​‌ Ebelstein. Individual mercenaries‍ form groups to⁠ tackle more challenging‌⁠⁠ and complex jobs.​‌‍

The⁠‌ former has a strong sense of‍ camaraderie, while the⁠​ latter doesn’t. They‍ are more like‌ business partners.

Jaden,‍⁠‌ a middle-aged man⁠ who founded the​​‌ Veldurn Mercenary Group,‌‍⁠ had grand ambitions‍​ despite the group’s​‌ modest size. Derek,​⁠⁠ though not deeply​‍‍ involved, occasionally took‍​⁠ on requests with⁠​ them.

“I⁠ wouldn’t forgive myself‌ if I missed⁠‍⁠ this golden opportunity.”​​‍

Jaden,​ once a mighty‍⁠ warrior in many⁠​‌ battles, now had⁠ a rugged beard​ and was more‍‌​ of a tavern‍‍⁠ owner than a fighter. However, good​‍ mercenaries gathered in​ good taverns, making‍⁠ his role necessary.​‍⁠

“You​​‍ know how generous⁠‌ nobles can be.⁠​‍ They throw gold‍‍ coins for trivial‌ tasks and keep‍⁠‌ coming back if‍ they like your‍‍ work.”

“So,‌​‌ what’s the request?”⁠⁠

Derek,‍ sitting at a tavern table with‌‍‍ his robe hanging​ loosely, asked nonchalantly.‍​​

“Nothing⁠‍‍ major. Just a simple task of‌ eliminating some monsters​⁠ on the outskirts⁠‌ of the duke’s‌‍⁠ domain.”

“What‌‍‍ kind of monsters?”‌‌‌

“Seems⁠‌⁠ like some goblins​ and maybe a few trolls if‌ it’s dangerous.”

“That’s​‌ it?”

“Yeah.‍ Frankly, you or‍ Felinne alone could​ handle it, but⁠ given the situation,⁠ I need to⁠‍ go myself. Our‍​ group’s future depends‌⁠⁠ on it!”

A large sword hung⁠​ behind the tavern‍‌⁠ counter, a relic⁠⁠ from Jaden’s warrior‍​⁠ days. Now, he‌‌ was more of‍ a tavern owner‌ and mercenary leader,⁠ but he still​‍⁠ had the skills‌⁠ of a seasoned‌ warrior.

Derek​⁠‌ acknowledged Jaden’s capabilities.⁠​ Though Jaden was‌​ a bit greedy,‌‍ optimistic, and ambitious,‍ he was a capable leader.

“The​‌ Duke of Duplain…”‌‍​

Ebelstein‌‌ is located at‌‍‌ the southern tip⁠‌ of the vast‌ Belkos Peninsula in‍ the western continent.‌⁠⁠ The northern half⁠​⁠ of this peninsula‌​ was all under‌‌​ the Duke of​‌‍ Duplain’s domain, making⁠‌​ them significant clients.‌

This‌‍​ made Derek uneasy.‍‌ The Duke’s private‍ army was formidable,​‌‌ so why seek‌ help from a small mercenary group⁠⁠‌ for minor monsters?‌⁠⁠ It felt suspicious.‍⁠​

“Something‍ feels off.”

“Derek,‍ we’re mercenaries.”

Jaden,​ wiping a cup,​​​ smiled.

“We‌‌‌ take requests and⁠⁠‍ get paid. Delving​​‍ into the reasons‌‌ isn’t our business‍⁠ until they’re revealed.”‌

“You’re​‍ not wrong… But⁠‌⁠ if you’re going,‌⁠‌ I’m not needed.”⁠

Derek⁠ was a valuable‍‌ asset. Skilled in⁠‍​ basic swordsmanship and‌​‍ magic, a first-level⁠ mage was a rare and sought-after​‌ talent in the⁠ mercenary world, capable‍‌ of handling various‌​​ challenges.

But‌ even then, he‍ wasn’t more valuable‌⁠ than a veteran‌‌⁠ like Jaden. Goblins‌‍ and trolls were‍ tasks Jaden could​​⁠ handle alone. Derek‌ didn’t need to‌‌​ be involved.

But​‌‍ Jaden shook his⁠‍⁠ head.

“There’s⁠‍‌ a reason I called you in‍ a hurry. The​⁠ retainer from the‍​ duke’s domain specifically‍​​ requested a mage.”‌​

“Why​‌ a mage for​​ a simple extermination?”​‌‍

“I‍‍ asked the same.​‍⁠ They insisted on​​‍ a mage, just⁠‍​ in case.”

Jaden⁠‌ sighed heavily.

“The​‌ more I hear,‌‍⁠ the more suspicious‍​ it sounds.”

“Well,​‍ look on the⁠‍⁠ bright side. Here,‌ take a look.”‍​​

Jaden‌‍ placed a gold‌‍ coin on the⁠ table. Derek’s eyes‌​ widened.

“A‌⁠ gold coin from​‍​ Aidel. They gave⁠‍ it without negotiation.​​‍ Crazy, right? It⁠⁠‌ makes all those‌⁠ times we scraped​‌ by for silver⁠​ seem pointless.”

“Nobles​⁠ are generous. Throwing⁠ a gold coin​‌ for a few‍ monsters…”

“Here’s⁠‍ the kicker. It’s‍​ not the payment;‍ it’s the advance.”⁠‍

Derek‍ couldn’t help but​ change his attitude.‌‍

*

In⁠‌ the afternoon, the‍‍ clients arrived at‌​​ the tavern. Few​‍ people drank this​‍ early, so it​‍⁠ was quiet. Derek,⁠‌ sitting at the‍⁠ bar, watched the⁠‍​ newcomers, who were‌‍ clearly from outside​ the tavern street,‌ with their good⁠⁠ skin and fine​‍ clothes.

Three‍‌ people entered. The‌‍ leader, an older⁠ man, had a harsh, weary look‍​ with half-bald hair,​ sharp eyes, and‌‌​ deep wrinkles.

Following‍​ him was an⁠ older woman with​ streaks of white⁠⁠ in her hair‍⁠​ and a robed​ figure whose face‌‍​ was hidden.

As‍‍⁠ they sat, Jaden‌⁠ personally served them​‌‍ fruit drinks.

“You’re‌ early. We’ve been​ expecting you.”

The⁠​ old man glanced​​ at the drink​ and pushed it‌ aside, uninterested. His‌⁠​ lack of manners‌‌‍ was apparent.

“You⁠​ must be Jaden,⁠​⁠ the warrior known‍​‌ for his valor⁠⁠‌ in the Dawn​​‍ War?”

“Yes,​⁠ that’s right. I’m‍ no longer a soldier, just a humble tavern owner.”‌⁠

“Then‍ your skills should‌ be reliable.”

At​ the old man’s​⁠‌ signal, the woman​ and robed figure​‌ joined the round‍​ table. Derek, listening⁠⁠⁠ from the bar,⁠ sipped his water.‍​

“I​ am Melvin, chief​⁠⁠ secretary to the​⁠ great Duke of‍‍ Duplain. This is​ my assistant maid,⁠ and the robed⁠‌ one is an⁠​ apprentice inspector. Both‌ are from the‌‍⁠ duke’s estate.”

The⁠‍ chief secretary’s assistant‍‍ was a high-ranking‍ retainer. Jaden greeted‍​‍ them with a smile.

“The‌ maid assists with⁠ general duties, and‍ the robed one⁠⁠ is an apprentice⁠ inspector. Both are‌⁠ from the duke’s‍⁠⁠ estate.”

Derek,‌ pretending to drink‌⁠⁠ water, examined the‌‍​ two. The maid’s​⁠‌ neat appearance suggested​‌​ she was experienced,‌ with clean, well-maintained‌‍‍ clothes. The robed​ figure’s silhouette suggested‍⁠‌ a petite build.⁠

“An⁠ inspector reports directly‍ to the duke.‌ I must make‍‍ a good impression.”⁠⁠

“Don’t⁠⁠ worry. He’s still​​ an apprentice. By‍​ the way, where’s‌⁠⁠ the mage?”

“Oh,​⁠ right here. Derek,‍​ come introduce yourself!”‍‌

Derek‍‌⁠ stood and approached‌‍ them, feeling their‍ gazes on him.​ He lowered his​​‌ hood, revealing his‌‍​ face.

“I’m​⁠‍ Derek.”

His​⁠‌ neatly groomed white​⁠ hair and red⁠ eyes stood out.‍‌‌ His leather and‍‌ metal equipment were​ well-maintained.

His⁠‌ gear was practical,​‌⁠ if not luxurious.⁠ Clean tunic under​‍ leather armor, a quality belt with‍​‍ a dagger on⁠ one side and‌⁠​ a decent sword‍ on the other,⁠ a leather pouch,‍⁠⁠ gloves, and boots—all​⁠ clean and well-kept.‍‍

Derek​​ was clearly seasoned,‌ though not without‌ flaws.

“He’s​‌ too young.”

Melvin​‍​ frowned at Jaden.‌‍

“We⁠‌⁠ requested a skilled‌ mage. This boy‍‌ hasn’t even had‌‍ his coming-of-age ceremony.”‌⁠​

Melvin’s‍ bluntness was typical⁠⁠⁠ of those serving‍⁠ nobles, who often‍⁠ considered themselves noble⁠ too.

Melvin⁠​ scowled at Jaden.‌‍⁠

“I​ expected better judgment⁠‍ from someone with​‌ your reputation. How‍ can I trust‍ this?”

“Looks‌​ can be deceiving.⁠​ Mages are rare‍⁠ in this district.⁠​ Understandable, right?”

“Even‌ among commoners, mages‌‍ are limited. At‌⁠ his age, he⁠ can barely handle‌ first-level spells. We‌⁠ need more than‍ that.”

Melvin‍ glared at Derek,‍​ who nonchalantly raised​‌‌ his arms, signaling‌‍ indifference.

This​​ only irritated Melvin‍ more.

“If‍‌‌ this is the‍‌‍ best you can​ do, I might‌ as well leave…”‌⁠

“Sir‌⁠ Melvin.”

The‌‌ maid, who had​ been consulting the​ robed figure, interrupted.​​

Melvin⁠‍⁠ sighed and looked‌ at Derek.

“How​ old are you?”⁠‌

“Sixteen.”​‍‌

“How‍⁠ much magic can‍‍⁠ you use?”

“I​ can handle first-level‍‍ spells.”

“Fine.‌​ Given your age,‍‌ that’s impressive. Consider⁠⁠​ yourself lucky.”

Melvin​ sighed again and‍ addressed Jaden.

“Let’s‍‌⁠ proceed.”

‘What​ a control freak,’​​ Derek thought, maintaining‍⁠‍ his indifferent expression.‌⁠​ Jaden, pleased, patted‍ Derek’s shoulder. It⁠‌ seemed the clients​⁠ wouldn’t proceed without‌‍ a mage, making​⁠‍ Derek’s presence crucial.​‌⁠

“As‌⁠ I said, I am Melvin, a retainer.”

“I​ am Delia, a scullery maid from​‌ the Duke of​‍ Duplain’s estate.”

Retainers‌‌‌ and servants have‍ ranks. High-ranking retainers‌‍ and servants of‍⁠​ the Duke of​‍ Duplain hold significant‌‍⁠ authority.

“I‌‍ am an apprentice​​‍ inspector, ensuring the​ task is properly‌‌ handled.”

The⁠ robed figure extended‌‍‌ a delicate hand,​⁠​ revealing a woman‌‍​ with pale skin‌⁠ and raven-black hair,‌⁠ contrasting her clear,​ blue eyes.

“Sorry⁠ for not fully⁠ revealing myself. My⁠​ skin is sensitive⁠‍⁠ to sunlight.”

“That’s⁠⁠ fine.”

Derek‌​​ shook hands and⁠ nodded, noting the‌‌ elegant demeanor of‌⁠‌ the inspector, who‌​ seemed genuinely noble.​

“Let’s⁠ head to the​​‌ stable. We’ve arranged‌ a coachman. It’s⁠⁠⁠ not a difficult​‍ task.”

*

“Though‍‌⁠ they may lack‍⁠‌ manners, noble families‌‌‍ often do. Just⁠ focus on the⁠⁠‌ pay,” Jaden whispered⁠ to Derek as‌⁠ they walked to‍​ the stable.

“I’m⁠​​ not too bothered.”‍​‍

Derek‍‌ replied, watching the⁠‍ three ahead.

“What‍‌ do you think?”⁠‍​

“They’re⁠‍‍ all lying.”

“Really?”‍

Despite‍ being from the​​​ slums, Derek had​ learned much about‌‌‍ noble culture from⁠‍ Katia. She often‌​‍ shared stories about​⁠ nobles before bed​ or while walking.‌

Derek​⁠ also had a habit of closely‌⁠‌ observing everyone he‌​ met.

“Noble​​ retainers often travel‍ frequently, so they’re‍​‌ usually younger and⁠⁠ more sociable. That⁠‌‍ old man doesn’t​​ fit the role.”‍

“Interesting…”‍​

“The⁠ scullery maid is​‍⁠ also odd. Her⁠‍ hands were too⁠​ clean for someone‌⁠ doing menial tasks.‍‌‌ She’s not who​​⁠ she claims to​‍⁠ be.”

The​ two likely lowered⁠​ their status.

Given⁠ the disparity in‍ rank among retainers​‍​ and servants, Derek​​ suspected they were​​ not who they‌ seemed.

“As‍‌ for the robed‍ inspector…”

“Derek.”​

Jaden‌ interrupted with a knowing smile.

“…”‌⁠

“I⁠‌‌ told you, don’t‌ dig too deep.⁠ It’s not good‌ to be too​‌⁠ perceptive.”

Mercenaries⁠‌ do their job‌ and get paid.​‍ That’s all. Involving‌⁠ themselves in the⁠ noble’s affairs often‍ led to trouble.⁠‍‍

Jaden’s​ advice was something⁠⁠ Derek agreed with.‌‌‌ He sighed and​‍ lowered his gaze.‍⁠‌

Jaden‌‌ was right. In‌‌ this wild world,‍‌‌ survival was the⁠‍​ priority.

Everything‌ else was secondary.⁠​

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