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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 40: Spell (2)

Chapter 40: Spell (2)

Aiselin‌⁠‍ was disappointed.

Since⁠ returning home to​ Ebelstein, the servants‍ had grown concerned​⁠ at the constant⁠​‌ gloom on her‍‌​ face, though she⁠⁠ tried her best‌‌ to force a smile.

It⁠⁠ was the first​ time someone had​‌ openly rejected her.​⁠​

“Lady‌ Aiselin, there’s nothing‍‍ you can learn⁠⁠ from me.”

Dereck’s‌‌ words were heavy‍ with meaning.

Young‌ girls whose magical‌ abilities hadn’t fully​ matured typically possessed‍ infinite potential. However,‍‍ Aiselin already had​⁠ her own magical⁠⁠ world.

She​ followed a growth‍‍‌ curve modeled after‌ the rule-based noble​ magic paradigm.

Dereck,​‌​ a wild-academy mage​‍ with unrestrained use⁠ of magical power,⁠ might even hinder​‌ her growth.

Though⁠‌ she agreed with‌‌⁠ Dereck’s assessment, she‌ couldn’t accept it​ easily.

‘Come⁠ to think of‌‍ it, I’ve always‍ walked the path‍​‍ of truth.’

She‌​ felt like she⁠ was staring at‍⁠ a bird outside​‌‍ its cage.

It‍⁠⁠ is said people⁠ yearn for what​​ they lack. Aiselin—the⁠⁠ girl who sparked‍ envy in everyone—ironically‍‍​ envied what everyone‍‍ else had: unrestrained​ freedom.

She⁠ didn’t need to‌ look far. Her‍ own younger sister,⁠ Diella, was the‌⁠‌ epitome of that‌⁠ freedom.

The‌⁠ young painter, who‌‍​ captured scenes of​ the world with‌‌‌ carefree splashes of⁠ paint on canvas,​⁠‍ used magic with‌‌ the same freedom—just⁠‍⁠ like Dereck.

Born⁠⁠​ into a noble‍ family but having‍⁠ absorbed the ways‍ of the wild​ academy in her​‌​ magic use, she‍‌ seemed to have⁠ moved into a realm out of‌ Aiselin’s reach.

‘I⁠⁠ want to experience‍ magic outside the⁠⁠‌ system too…’

Aiselin⁠​ reflected inwardly, staring‍ out the window.‌ From her mansion‌ atop the hill,​‍ the vast stretch⁠ of Ebelstein could⁠⁠‍ be seen.

From‌‍ the luxurious and‌​ majestic noble district​ to the places⁠⁠ where commoners struggled​ to survive, and‌ beyond the city‍ walls, plains and‍​​ granaries spread as‌⁠‌ far as the​ eye could see.‌

The⁠‌⁠ world was so‌ large, yet Aiselin⁠⁠‍ could count on​ one hand the‌⁠‌ number of times‌ she had ventured⁠ beyond her cradle.⁠‍

Being‌⁠⁠ born into the‌⁠ highest station prevented⁠ her from descending​​​ to lower places.⁠‍​ That was the​⁠‌ girl’s position.

“A‌​‍ letter has arrived‍ from the main‍ house. Prince Valerian‌ will hold his‍ departure ceremony next‍⁠ week. Lord Raeg⁠ will accompany him,‌‌‍ so it seems⁠​⁠ it will be‍ quite the grand‍​‌ event.”

“Yes,‌⁠⁠ I had already⁠​ heard. It’s the⁠ first departure ceremony⁠​⁠ for Valerian’s younger‍ brother, so I must prepare a good gift…”

After‌‍ hearing the news‌ from the main‌ house, Aiselin took⁠⁠ a deep breath‌ and tried to‍‌​ clear her tangled⁠‌ thoughts.

The⁠⁠​ story of the‌‌ eldest and second‍ sons of the‌⁠ Duplain family, setting‍ off to conquer⁠‍ the White Labyrinth‌‌ north of their‍‍‍ domain, had reached⁠‍​ Ebelstein.

The‌​‍ Duke of Duplain⁠⁠‌ had entrusted the⁠ long-anticipated pioneering project‌ of the white‌⁠ region to his‌​ two most reliable⁠⁠‍ sons.

The​ white region was‍ filled with dangerous‌‍‌ labyrinths. It was​ also believed to⁠⁠ contain all kinds⁠​ of undiscovered treasures.​⁠ Rumors abounded, especially‍ about relics related⁠ to ancient necromancy​⁠‍ and the staff‌‌⁠ of Rosin, the⁠​ five-star summoner, said‍⁠‌ to lie dormant​ within.

Hoping‍ for good news‌ from her two​‍⁠ brothers, she considered‌ selecting a good‌ gift for their⁠​‍ return.

“I‍‍​ must visit the⁠‌ market. It’s an‍‍ important gift, so‍ I must see⁠ it and choose‌⁠​ it myself.”

Aiselin‍‍‍ rose from her​ seat, gathering the‍‍‌ hem of her‍‍ pale blue dress.‌
She was far​‍‍ too busy to⁠ remain sitting in⁠ sorrow.

***​⁠‌

“Isn’t‌ that the Duplain‍ family’s seal? Are‌‍​ you under the‌ Duplains’ protection?”

“Not⁠‍​ exactly protection… I’ve‍‌ received a commission‌​ from that family.‍​​ It’s a token⁠​​ of their gratitude.”‍

Dereck‌ showed the shopkeeper​​‌ in the noble‍ district the seal⁠‍ he had received​‌ from Valerian.
He had some‍‍⁠ errands to run‌ before heading to‍‌⁠ Denise’s mansion today.​

“Since​ that’s Prince Valerian’s⁠⁠ crest, you must’ve‍‍‍ received it directly⁠​ from him… I can show you‌‌‌ exclusive items from‌⁠ the Duplain collection.”⁠‌​

Noble‍⁠⁠ district of Ebelstein.⁠

The‍​⁠ atmosphere was entirely‌ different from the‌​​ commoners’ market. Everywhere⁠⁠ one stepped, antique⁠​⁠ carpets and curtains‌⁠ were the norm,‍​ the shops scented‍‌ with fragrant candles,​​⁠ and the displayed​ goods always immaculate.​​‍

Food,​ magical equipment, armor,⁠ clothing, books—there wasn’t​ a speck of​ dust on anything.‌‍‍

Considering‍‍‍ how much dust‌​⁠ there was to⁠ clean in the​⁠ commoners’ market, the⁠ difference was stark.​‌‌ It was in⁠⁠ a corner of⁠ this market that​‍⁠ the Duplain seal‍ was shown. The⁠‍⁠ shopkeeper’s eyes widened​‍ in surprise.

The‍​ man he had​‍‌ taken for a simple mercenary turned⁠‍⁠ out to have‌ ties to the⁠ Duplain family.

Merchants⁠​ lived and died‍ by connections. If⁠⁠⁠ there was a chance to maintain​‍ even the slightest‍​ relationship with such‌‌ a noble house,⁠‍ they were ready⁠ to offer anything.‍‌

“I‌​ want to buy‍ some magical items.⁠‍ Do you also‌‍ have wands or⁠‍​ staves?”

“We​‌ have many magical​ supplies, but of‍ course, only the⁠‌‌ most expensive wands⁠⁠ and staves. Can​⁠ you afford items​ that even nobles⁠ purchase with heaps‌⁠⁠ of gold?”

“Hmm…‍ I need to​ see the prices‍​​ first.”

Dereck​ followed the shopkeeper‌​⁠ into a back‍​​ room, seemingly reserved‌​ for VIPs. Even‍⁠ the items outside‌‍ were of the‍⁠ highest quality, but‌ the further inside​‌‍ they went, the‌‌ more exclusive they‍ became. It looked​ like the shopkeeper’s‍‌‍ personal collection was‍⁠​ also on display.​​

“Oho…”‍‍⁠

Dereck’s​‍‍ eyes lit up⁠‌ as he entered⁠‍‌ the inner sanctum⁠⁠‌ of the noble⁠ district shop.

A cloak that enhanced‍ magical flow, a potion that instantly⁠ restored mana, even​‍ a rare three-star⁠⁠ spellbook—all on display.‍ The merchant, proud‍ of his trove,‍ must have felt⁠‍ satisfied. As Dereck‌‍‍ browsed with interest,​​ the plump old​ shopkeeper smiled proudly.⁠⁠

“The⁠​‍ Duke of Duplain​​​ has visited once⁠​ or twice. He‌ personally gave a generous evaluation of​⁠ these valuable items.​​‌ It’s hard to​‍ find treasures like‌⁠ these anywhere else.”⁠

“How⁠ much is a wand or a staff?”

“We⁠ currently have only‌‌‍ two for sale.‌ ‘The Eye of​‌ Salas’ from the⁠ Alronde Academy in⁠‍ the Northern Continent,​‌‍ and ‘Andante’ from​‍​ Drest Academy in⁠‌⁠ the Southwest. One​‌ is a wand,‍‍​ the other a staff. Both are⁠‍​ worth hundreds of⁠⁠‌ gold coins—the price⁠ of a decent‍‍ house.”

Magical​⁠ weapons often had​‌‍ unique names, especially⁠​‍ since renowned transmutation​‍ mages poured their‍⁠ heart and soul‍‍ into creating them.⁠‌

Alchemists‌ and magical weapon‌ makers—those who crafted​⁠‍ elemental and mana‌‍ stones—took great pride‌‌‌ in their creations,‌⁠‌ often calling them‌ “masterpieces.” Thus, famous​ transmutation mages gave‍ distinctive names to‍​​ their works.

Although⁠⁠ it was unfortunate⁠‌ to see great‍⁠​ names attached to​ mediocre works, famous‍‍ creations were long-discussed,⁠ enhancing the reputations‌‍ of their makers.⁠⁠⁠

The‍ most famous wand⁠​​ was “Dawn,” created‍⁠⁠ by five-star transmutation​ mage Dalrock, and⁠ the most famous‌​ staff was “Light‌​ of the Empire,”‍‌ crafted by six-star‍‌ transmutation mage Cohella.‌‍‌

“Dawn”‌ was known to‍ be in the‍​ possession of Lord‍​ Melverot of the‌⁠ North, and “Light​⁠​ of the Empire”​ belonged to Emperor⁠ Gertrel. Both were​​​ unattainable dreams.

“I’m‍⁠ not aiming for‌‌⁠ something of that​‌ caliber… but even‍ the wands here​ are extremely expensive.”​‌‍

Magical⁠⁠‍ weapons were items‍‍⁠ best wielded by⁠ three-star mages or​‌ higher.

Although‌​⁠ rare, those who⁠ sought them were‍‍ formidable figures. It‍‍‌ was no wonder⁠‌⁠ the prices were‍​ astronomical.

“I⁠‍ know they’re expensive,​‌​ but seeing them‌⁠ in person, I just can’t muster‌​ the courage.”

Dereck‌​ nodded repeatedly, silently​‌ gazing at the⁠​‌ majestic wand. Having⁠​ a magical weapon‍‌ could lead to⁠ greater magical feats.‌‌

Now⁠​​ that he had⁠ reached the threshold⁠​ of three stars,‍‌ Dereck felt a growing yearning for⁠​ a magical weapon.⁠​

Reflecting⁠‍​ as he looked‌ at the displayed‌‍ weapons, Dereck left‌⁠‍ the shop—it was⁠⁠‌ time for his‍‌ next appointment.

***‌‍​

Knock,‍⁠ knock, knock.

Dereck‌‌ walked briskly through‌‍ the grounds of​ Denise’s estate, located‍‌ at the outermost⁠​ edge of Ebelstein’s​‍ noble district.

The‌⁠​ private estate of‌⁠ a third-generation noble‌ lady usually featured​ luxurious corridors. Ellen’s‌‍‍ estate was so​ filled with artwork‌⁠ it was hard‌‍⁠ to tell if​‌ it was a residence or a museum.

However,‌⁠ Denise’s property turned‍ out to be‌​‍ extremely simple. The​ room gave a strong impression of‌ being equipped only​‍ with the essentials,‌‍ reflecting the woman’s​‌​ style of curbing⁠⁠​ unnecessary expenses.

Dereck‍ walked heavily through‌‍‍ the corridor, followed‌ by Bella, who‌​ wore a worried‌⁠‌ expression.

Bella,​‍ the maid who⁠ had served Denise‍​‌ the longest, asked‍‌​ Dereck to slow⁠‍ down in a concerned tone, but​ he ignored her.​

Instead,​‌ the estate’s servants⁠⁠ were on high⁠‍⁠ alert around Dereck.‍ After all, he‍‌ held a position‌⁠⁠ of trust.

Dereck‌ was a talent‍‌ personally sought out⁠‌ and brought in‌ by the Beltus⁠‍ family, who had‍​‌ asked him to​​⁠ join them.

He‌ hadn’t been requested—he‌‌‍ had been begged,⁠‍‌ and he had⁠‌ agreed. He didn’t‌‍​ need to pay⁠ attention to anyone.⁠

Even⁠ Denise herself had​‌ gone to Raspah​⁠ Cave, pleading with‌ Dereck to teach⁠ her just once.‍​​ That fact wouldn’t​⁠ change, no matter​ what regrets came​⁠ later.

“It’s‌‍‌ wise to maintain‌ close relations with‍​ a third-generation noble⁠⁠ family. Depending on‌‍ how the future​‌ unfolds, some will‌​ fall drastically while​‍ others will rise.”‍‌

“However,‍​​ it’s not necessary‌​​ to pledge total⁠⁠‍ loyalty to just​​ one place. It’s⁠‌​ best to make‌ them miss you⁠​ by playing your​​⁠ cards well. That‍ way, your value‌ increases, and you‍⁠⁠ gain widespread recognition.”⁠

That​‍ was the advice​ given to him‌‌ by his mentor,⁠⁠ Drest Wolftail.

While‌⁠ carefully examining future⁠ implications, he advised‍⁠‌ Dereck, a mage⁠⁠​ of common birth,⁠​ to interact with‍ nobles, as he‍​ was very adept‌​ at their customs.‍​

“If‌ you don’t hate⁠​ nobles too much,​‌ there’s nothing wrong⁠⁠ with getting close​​‍ to them.”

Even​ the Duke of⁠‍ Duplain overlooked Dereck’s​ magical prowess. No​ matter how extraordinary⁠ a commoner’s magical‌‌‍ achievements were, if‌‌ they maintained good‍‌‍ relations with noble​‍ families, they wouldn’t⁠​‌ be treated as⁠‌ open enemies.

Especially‌‌⁠ when it came‍⁠ to the three⁠ major noble families,⁠⁠‌ the implications were‍⁠⁠ significant. If you‌‌ owed them something⁠‌‌ and became their​‌ benefactor, it was‍ more likely they’d​ be powerful allies‍ than future threats.‌ Thus, if you⁠ wanted to expand‌ your magical world,‌‌‌ it was wise⁠‌ to maintain good​ relations with nobles.​‌

In‌​ the end, there​ was only one‌​‍ way for a common mage to‍ reach higher realms‌‌⁠ without obstacles: to‌⁠‍ have a high-ranking‍​ noble sponsor, one​ even feared by⁠ other nobles.

Dereck​⁠‌ was already familiar‍‌ with the Duplain‍ and Belmierd families.‌‌‍ Only the Beltus​ family remained.

His​⁠ insistence on teaching‍‍⁠ Lady Denise was​ largely due to‌ this. But it‍⁠‍ wasn’t the only‍​ reason.

“I⁠​ hate magic.”

Denise⁠ had just begun‍ to sense the‍‍⁠ threshold of magical​‍ discipline, regarding the​‌ deep world of​ magic merely as​‍⁠ a tool for‌‌ bored rulers to⁠⁠⁠ flaunt. Dereck found‌ her perspective extremely​​‌ distasteful.

Did​‌⁠ that bruise his​​⁠ pride? If asked,​ Dereck would admit—yes,‍​‍ it did.

Arguing​‍ in front of⁠​‌ someone immersed in⁠⁠‌ magic all day‌ that magic wasn’t‌ anything special was‍⁠‍ enough to make‌‍‍ anyone’s blood boil.‌‌​

How‌‌‍ many lifetimes had​‍ he lived to‌ debate nihilism with‍‌ someone whose worldview⁠⁠ was so detached?​ The privilege of⁠⁠ speaking on the‌⁠ futility of life‌ and wasted time⁠‍ belonged to people‍ like Drest, who⁠⁠ had lived tumultuous‌⁠ lives.

Having​​ experienced disappointment many‍‌‌ times, he wanted⁠ to correct the​​‍ girl’s cynical view‍​‌ of the world.⁠

Poor‍‌ Denise, unaware of‍ the depth and⁠ beauty of magic.‌‍​ That was why‍⁠‌ Dereck now radiated‌​ a fiery determination‍​ for the first‍‌ time in a long while.

“Walk⁠‌‌ with difficulty, walk‍⁠⁠ with difficulty, walk⁠ with difficulty.”

Dereck‌⁠⁠ boldly advanced toward⁠⁠​ the heart of⁠ Denise’s mansion, climbed⁠ the main hall’s‌⁠​ central staircase, approached‍​‍ her bedroom—where she​​​ was probably still​⁠ asleep—and knocked.

“Lady‌‌ Denise usually sleeps‌ in during the​‍‌ mornings. She must‍ still be deeply⁠ asleep…”

“I⁠ see.”

Click.⁠‍

And‌‌​ Dereck, unbothered, opened​ the door and⁠‌ walked in.

The‍ sight of Denise‍‌‍ sleeping deeply in⁠​‍ the darkness behind‍‍ heavy curtains immediately‌‍ caught his eye.​‍

Her‍‌​ silver-gray hair spread‌​‌ out like a blanket, her breathing‍‍‌ soft and steady,⁠ a half-finished romance‍ novel beside her—she‌‌ looked like a sleeping little bird.‌

Seeing‍ her lips move‌ slightly as if​​ she were enjoying⁠‌⁠ a pleasant dream,‌ anyone could say⁠ she looked just⁠ like an ordinary‌⁠ girl her age.‍​⁠

Without‌ hesitation, Dereck stepped‌‍ in and shouted.​‍

“Wake‌ up! Wake up!‌⁠ The sun is‌ already high in​​‌ the sky, my‌ lady!”

“Kyaaak!”‍‌

If⁠‌ he wanted to​⁠ turn Denise into‍‌ a better person,‍ he had to​ start by getting‍‌ her up earlier.‌

Unfazed,​‍ Dereck raised his‍ voice and entered‍⁠ the room, throwing‌ open the heavy‌‌ curtains.

Brilliant‌‍ daylight mercilessly flooded​‍‌ Denise’s dark bedroom.⁠‌‍

“Kyahak!⁠​ It’s blinding! What—what⁠ is this?!”

“Let’s‌‌ clear out the​ stale air in‌‌ the room and​ let the sun‍ in this morning!⁠​‌ Are we creatures⁠ of the dark?”‍‍⁠

“Dereck?!‌ What is this?!⁠ Oh, it’s the‌ weekend! There’s no‍​​ need to go‍‍‌ to the Rose⁠ Hall or any‍⁠​ academic meetings!”

“Yes,‌ it’s the weekend.​‌​ But the sun​ is already high—we​‌ can’t keep sleeping,‍‌‌ right?”

“Aren’t‍⁠ weekends for resting?”‌​⁠

Dereck‌ ignored Denise’s sharp‌​ tone.

Word​‍ had reached the​ Duke of Beltus,⁠ and his official‍​ permission letter had⁠​ arrived. At this‌ point, Dereck’s employer‍‍ was no longer‌​ Denise—it was the​‌ Duke himself.

“Yes.‌⁠‌ We should rest‍‌ on weekends. I’m⁠‍ not saying we‌⁠ shouldn’t, Lady Denise.”‍⁠

“Then⁠ what are you‌ saying?”

“Even⁠ while resting, we⁠​‍ should at least‍ do the basics.⁠‍ Get some sun,‍⁠ wake up early​ to exercise, and⁠ complete basic tasks.‌ Isn’t that refreshing?”‌⁠‍

“…”‌

“Isn’t‍‌​ it just about⁠ doing the basics​ right? I may‍‌​ be working as​​ your instructor, but‍​ I’m also human.‍⁠ As long as‍ we stick to⁠ the basics, there’s‌‌​ no problem, right?”⁠

Denise⁠‍​ already felt her‌‍‍ mind fogging. The‌ sun was high,⁠‍​ but to her,‌⁠ it might as‌​​ well have been⁠ midnight.

For‌​ Denise, who usually‍‌‌ spent weekends sleeping‌‍⁠ all day or⁠‌​ reading romance novels,‍ Dereck’s disciplined lifestyle​‌‍ was poison.

“Dereck,‌ you work as⁠ a magic instructor,‍‌​ right? You can’t‌​ just dictate my​‌​ life like this…!”⁠‌‍

“Lady​‌‍ Denise. Do you⁠‍⁠ know what the‌​ foundation of magic‍‍ is? It starts⁠ with a healthy‍ body and a healthy mind! I work as your‍ magic instructor, and⁠ I’ll do anything‍ for your magical​ progress!”

“That⁠ logic, just patching‌⁠⁠ it wherever you‌ want, won’t work⁠​‍ on me…!”

Before​​ she could finish,​ Dereck placed the​ Duke’s letter on‍​ the table.

She⁠ had recommended him‍‍​ herself and he‌ had been appointed⁠‍ as her instructor‌‌‍ with the Duke’s‌⁠ official approval.

Who⁠ had made the⁠​‌ recommendation? Denise herself.‍​⁠

Her​⁠⁠ face turned pale.​

“I’ll⁠‌‌ go over today’s‌‍ schedule with you.​ First, get up⁠​⁠ and eat breakfast,⁠ then we’ll review⁠‍ your exploration magic‍⁠ level. You also‌‌‌ need to train⁠‌ in elemental combat‍‌ magic, so we’ll‍‍ begin with basic⁠ mana training, and‍ there’ll be physical​‍ training in the​ afternoon. Physical strength‌‍ is the foundation⁠ of everything.”

“…You​‍‍ made a schedule?”⁠‍

“When⁠‌ I do something,​​ I do it‍‌‌ right. The evening‍‍‌ schedule is ready⁠⁠‍ too—please take a look.”

The‌ curriculum was so⁠ demanding that even⁠ the ambitious and‌ diligent Ellen had‌ felt exhausted by‍​ it.

Of‌ course, he wouldn’t⁠​‍ demand as rigorous​ a schedule from‍ Denise as he‍⁠ had from Ellen,‌​ but to Denise,⁠ it already felt‍⁠⁠ like the gates⁠⁠‌ of hell.

“Don’t⁠‌​ worry. I won’t⁠ ask you to⁠‍⁠ do all this⁠‍⁠ alone. I’ll be‌ with you, giving​‌ my all. Let’s‍​ strive together to‍ become high-level mages.‍​ Having a steady‌​ rhythm beside you‍ is great support,‌‌​ and I’ll show‍‍ you how much​ that means.”

“Dereck…‌ I’m sorry… I was too pushy‍⁠ at Raspah Cave,​ wasn’t I? I’ve‍ already apologized, but⁠⁠ this time, I apologize sincerely. I respect your intentions⁠​ and believe they‌ are noble. So,⁠⁠ would you accept‌‌ my apology…?”

“Apology?‌‌​ Why apologize? It’s⁠‌⁠ not proper for​‌‌ a lady of​ the Beltus family‌⁠‌ to bow so‌ easily to a commoner. Please act⁠ according to your‍ status. A noble​​⁠ lady should always​ maintain her dignity.”‍​‍

Dereck’s‌ eyes were already‍⁠‌ filled with madness.‍

Denise⁠​ realized—this boy wasn’t​⁠‌ driven by a singular goal, like‌​ getting an apology‍‍ or crushing her⁠ pride.

Such⁠‌ concerns weren’t even​ on his mind.​‌‍ He was simply,​​‍ purely doing his⁠‌ duty.

And‍ so, guided by​ Dereck’s hand, Denise‍ left her room,⁠​ finished breakfast, and‌⁠‍ began her magic⁠ training.

There‌‍‍ was no way⁠‍​ to refuse. Dereck‌​ had been officially‍​​ recognized and accepted​​ as her instructor​ by the Duke‌ of Beltus himself.⁠​ Even the servants‍ couldn’t stop him.​‌

The⁠⁠‌ boy, wrapped in⁠‌ his determination to​⁠ properly recite the‌ depth and wonder⁠​ of magic, paid⁠⁠ no mind to​​ Denise’s face, which‍ increasingly resembled that⁠ of a dying​‍⁠ corpse.

“Lady‌‌ Denise, try to⁠‍ imagine the feeling‍ of channeling your​‍⁠ mana. It might​⁠ be tiring, but‌ if you practice⁠‍ all day, you’ll⁠ succeed a few⁠‌ times.”

“Today,​‍⁠ we’ll run around​ the mansion gardens.‍‍ Like I said,‌ physical strength is​​ the foundation of​‍ everything. Don’t worry,‌‌​ I’ll run with⁠​⁠ you. You won’t‍​ be alone.”

“Romance‌⁠ novels are fine,​‌ but it would‌ be better to⁠ go over a book on the‌​‍ history of magicians‌ over the next‌ day or two.​‍ I’ll quiz you​⁠ on the content‍ in tomorrow’s lesson.​⁠​ Not too much,​‍ just the period⁠ from the Alant⁠‍​ War to the​⁠ Dawn War. I’ll⁠‍ show you which‍‌ parts you need⁠‌ to memorize.”

“We’ll‍⁠ also start basic‌​‌ training in transformation​​ magic tomorrow. It​ won’t be too​‌⁠ hard. But since​ it involves a lot of repetition,‌​ you’ll need to⁠​​ stay focused for⁠ about three to‍⁠ four hours. Please​ make sure to​ sleep well tonight.”⁠‍

By‌ the time she⁠​⁠ realized it, the‍​‍ sun had set‌⁠ and the moon‍⁠ had risen.

Obviously,‌ a full day⁠‌​ had passed—but she‌‍​ had barely registered⁠ how.

Denise⁠​‌ lay in bed,​‌‍ her entire body⁠‍​ sore.

Bella⁠‌‌ brought her a cup of herbal‌‍ tea, known for‍ its restorative effects,‌‍⁠ her face full‌​ of worry.

“Bella…‍⁠ I can’t breathe…”‌​‌

“Are⁠‍ you alright, Lady‍‌⁠ Denise? You should‍ at least stretch‍‍⁠ before bed, or‌⁠ your muscles will​‌ be sore tomorrow.”‌‌

“I‌⁠⁠ can’t go on​‌‌ like this. Being‍‌‌ in the sun⁠‌‍ all day… my‌ body will burn⁠ away like smoke…”‌

“Lady​⁠ Denise…”

Bella​⁠​ wanted to say‌ that people didn’t​​​ die so easily,‌‌‍ but fearing that⁠ would only make​ things worse, she‌ quietly bowed her‌‍⁠ head.

“We​ have to get​‍ rid of that‌​‍ crazy magic instructor‌⁠‌ somehow. Even if‌‍ it means going‍​‌ through documents… as‌ soon as possible…”⁠​​

“Well…​⁠⁠ as I said,⁠ since this matter‌‍ has been reported‌‌⁠ to the Duke‍‍ of Beltus, the‍‍ authority to dismiss⁠⁠​ him now lies⁠ with His Grace.”‍‍‌

“Then‌​⁠ I’ll have to⁠ appeal to Father…”‍​‍

“….”‍

Bella’s‍‌ expression darkened. Denise‌⁠‍ felt she understood​​ what that truly‍⁠ meant.

Dereck‍‍⁠ was a talent‌ highly sought after‍ by the three‌‌⁠ great families. He‍​‌ was a prized​⁠ acquisition secured by‍ the Beltus family,‌​ and the Duke‍‍‍ of Beltus would‌‌⁠ not let him‌ go easily. He‍‍​ was sensitive to‌‍ the tension between‌‍‌ noble houses.

If⁠‍⁠ Dereck stirred up​​ trouble or committed‌ a crime, there‌‍​ might be grounds‍⁠⁠ for dismissal.

But​‍⁠ Dereck, an upright⁠​ man, only ever‌‌ demanded what was‌ healthy and proper.⁠‍

The‌‍ most terrifying people⁠⁠​ in the world⁠ were those who​ told the truth—because​‍ you couldn’t refute​ them.

Creakk.​⁠

At​ that moment, Dereck⁠‌​ opened the door⁠‌ to Denise’s room⁠​ again.

Despite​‌​ having spent the‍‍ entire day overseeing​‍ her magic and​‌‍ joining her in‌⁠ physical training, Dereck​‍ showed no sign​‌‍ of fatigue.

***‍‍

Meanwhile,‍ Denise was already‌ half a corpse.‌‍‍

“Lady​ Denise.”

“Eek…!​ Wh-what now?! Why‍⁠ haven’t you left,‍​‌ it’s nighttime!”

Denise‍‍ curled up on⁠​‍ the bed, hugging‍ her knees.

She⁠⁠⁠ trembled like a baby bird that​‌​ had lost its‌ mother.

“Is⁠‍‍ there still more?!​ Haven’t I worked‌​‍ hard enough today…?!”‌

“Ah,​‍‌ of course, we’re⁠‍ done for today.​‍⁠ It’s not good⁠⁠ for your health‌ to overdo it.”‌

“Really…?”​⁠​

“I’ll⁠ just go over⁠‌‌ tomorrow morning’s schedule​‍​ and then return​ to my room.‍‍​ Before dawn tomorrow,⁠​ we’ll begin working​ with mana infused​​ with yin energy,⁠‍​ so please wake​⁠ before sunrise. Understanding‌ its subtle nuances⁠‌ will be invaluable‌ later.”

“…”‌

“You​ don’t have to‍‌‌ worry about oversleeping.​⁠ I’ll come to​‍ wake you early.‍⁠ If you sleep‍ now, you’ll get‌⁠ a solid five​ hours.”

Dereck​‍ clenched his fist‌ in encouragement.

“Let’s​ do our best​ tomorrow, too! Keep‌⁠⁠ up the good⁠ work!”

With‌‌⁠ that burning determination,‌​‌ Dereck politely bid‌ her goodnight and‍‌ left for the​​⁠ day. Of course,‍‍​ with his iron​​ endurance, he would⁠ be back again‌‌‌ before dawn—so it​‌ was only a few hours’ break.‍‌

“…”‌‌‌

It‍ was already too‍‌ late to fire‌‍ him. The Duke‌‌ of Beltus would‌⁠‍ never allow it.⁠⁠​

She‌​‌ should have realized‍​‍ earlier: while hiring​​ him had been‍‍‍ her decision, firing⁠​ him was no‌‍ longer within her​ control.

Denise⁠ wanted to die.​​‍

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