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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 42: Spell (4)

Chapter 42: Spell (4)

“Dereck​⁠ has been working⁠‍‍ as an instructor⁠‌ for the Beltus‌ family for quite​⁠​ some time now.”‍

While‌‍ listening to the​⁠⁠ lecture on magical‌ theory at the‌‍​ conference, Ellen of⁠⁠ the Belmiard family—known‌‌‍ as the Rose‍⁠ of the Rose⁠ Salon—couldn’t help but​‍​ lose focus.

She​​ remembered the mercenary​‍ instructor with whom​‍ she used to⁠‌ talk about magic‍​ late into the​ night.

Ellen​​ let her red‌‍ hair fall loosely‌‍‌ and sighed softly.‍​

The⁠​⁠ Belmiard family had​⁠​ been left out‌⁠‌ of the race​ to recruit Dereck,‌​‍ who ultimately went‍⁠‌ to the Beltus⁠ family.

The​‍ rivalry among nobles​ to acquire talented⁠‌ individuals was always​​‍ unpredictable, but losing​ Dereck was particularly⁠⁠ painful. Count Belmiard​ had even apologized⁠ to Ellen, feeling​‌ sorry for her.‍⁠

It‌ was the first‍⁠ time Ellen had‌ actively requested an​ instructor, so Count‌⁠ Belmiard must have‌‌ gone to great‍⁠ lengths for her.‌​⁠

Had‌ I just been‌‌‌ a burden to​‍ my father…? Though,‌‌ what kind of⁠⁠⁠ offer did the‍ Beltus family make​ to secure Dereck?⁠⁠

In‍ any case, Dereck,‌ in Ellen’s opinion,‌​ was an exceptional​⁠⁠ magic instructor.

In‌​ an era where⁠⁠‌ talented magic instructors‌ were worth their‌ weight in gold,⁠‌ it was inevitable‌ to wonder how​‍‌ much the Beltus‍‍‍ family had offered‌‍ for him.

In‌⁠​ truth, Dereck’s intention​⁠‍ to form a connection with the‌ Beltus family was‌‌‍ the most important‌‌⁠ variable… but Ellen​ didn’t know that‍ part.

When‍‍ Aiselin was rejected,​⁠ it became clear‌‍ that not just‍‍ anyone could be​ accepted as a student.

Hmm…‌ perhaps I should‍⁠ invite Lady Denise⁠ for tea and‌​​ subtly sound her⁠ out…

Ellen,​‌ who was not​​ particularly fond of‌‍‍ the complex social‌⁠‍ maneuvering of high‌‌⁠ society, found it‍‍ unusual for herself‌⁠ to be scheming​‌ to involve a lady from a rival family in‍‌ her affairs.

However,‍‌⁠ Ellen was also‍⁠​ curious about how‌‌‍ Denise was learning‌ magic from Dereck.⁠‍‍

Yes,‍⁠⁠ arranging a meeting‌ should be fine.⁠⁠ I’ll ask the‌ butler to contact⁠‍ her.

Denise,‌⁠​ as seen in⁠ the social circles⁠‍ of Ebelstein and⁠ the Rose Salon,‍​‍ always gave off‌ a mysterious aura.​‍

Like⁠‌ the other noble‌ ladies, she was‍ kind and dignified,‌⁠ but there seemed​‌ to be something⁠‌⁠ hidden beneath the‌⁠ surface—something not openly‍⁠ revealed. Among the‌‌ trio of the​ Rose Salon, she‍ was the most‌‌‌ enigmatic.

Lady⁠​ Denise… she’s definitely​​⁠ not someone easy‌ to approach…

Teaching‌​⁠ someone so reserved⁠​⁠ wasn’t simple. After​ all, teaching ultimately​‌ meant having to‌‍ guide someone.

How⁠ exactly did Dereck‍⁠⁠ teach the mysterious‌‌ Denise?

Ellen⁠ wanted to see⁠​⁠ it with her​ own eyes, at⁠‌​ least once.

When⁠ the magic conference‌‍⁠ ended, Ellen rose‍ from her seat‍ and smoothed the​‍​ hem of her⁠ dress.

For​⁠ the first time⁠ in a long‌‍ while, she felt‍‌ a surge of‍​ motivation.

***‍⁠⁠

“What​​⁠ kind of plan‍‍‌ are you plotting?​ I can’t understand‍⁠​ it… but in‌​‍ the end, the⁠ servants should be‌‍‌ on my side.⁠⁠ Structurally, they all‌⁠ belong to the‍⁠‌ Beltus family.”

The⁠‌ next morning, after‍​ breakfast, Denise stood‌‌ in the hallway⁠ and spoke to⁠ Dereck.

Dereck,‍‌ with his hands‍‍​ clasped behind his​ back, tilted his⁠‌ head and looked⁠​ directly at Denise.⁠​

“Yes?”⁠

“It‍​ seems you’ve been​‌‌ trying to get​​​ close to the‍ servants lately… Scheming‌ behind the scenes‍‍ like that isn’t‍⁠⁠ good. Aren’t we‌⁠‌ supposed to only​​⁠ teach and learn⁠ magic?”

“There‌​‌ seems to be‍ a misunderstanding… Yes,‌‍ I’ve been trying‍​ to get more​ familiar with the‌‌ servants, but it’s‍ not for any​ hidden agenda.”

Denise⁠‌‍ swallowed hard.

She⁠ had openly used‌⁠‍ Dereck, and he‌ was surely aware‌ that the Beltus‌‍‌ family saw him‌ as a pawn‌​ in the noble​‌ power struggle.

Even​ so, Dereck maintained‍‍ a calm expression.‍‌‌ Denise had trouble⁠‌ reading his true⁠ intentions.

“It’s‌ true, as you‌⁠ said, Lady Denise,⁠⁠ that I should⁠‌‌ be closer to‍ the servants. There‌‌ is a purpose​ behind my actions,‍ but it’s nothing​‍⁠ suspicious, and I can tell you​​ if you ask.”‍

“Then,‍ what is it…?”​‍​

“What‌‌‍ else? The servants‌ who have supported⁠ you for years‍​​ are the ones‌‍‌ who know you‌​‌ best, aren’t they?”⁠‍

Denise⁠⁠ pressed him for‍‌⁠ an answer, but​ Dereck spoke as‌⁠ if it was​​ nothing, maintaining eye‌‍‍ contact with her.‌‍

“I‍⁠ need to know‌​ more about Lady​‌​ Denise. As an‍‍‍ instructor, it’s only‍‍⁠ natural that I want to understand‍‌ even the smallest⁠​ details of the​ person I’m teaching.”⁠

“There’s‌ no need to‍ be so roundabout…​⁠​ I mean, as‍⁠ the lady of​‌ the Beltus family,‌ you must have⁠‌ heard all the⁠‍ rumors at the‍ Rose Salon, right?”‍‍​

“It’s‌⁠ true, but information​ based on rumors‌‍‌ has obvious limitations.”​‌

Dereck‍‌‌ always grew very‍​ serious whenever he​⁠​ talked about magic.​‌‍

His‍‍ dedication and passion​‌ were enough to⁠‍ impress anyone who⁠‍⁠ saw him.

“Magic‍‍​ is extremely complex,⁠‍ and the way⁠⁠ each person handles‍‌‍ magical power varies‌ slightly. One must​ consider a person’s⁠‍ temperament, thoughts, habits,⁠‌‍ values, and worldview‌​ in a comprehensive⁠‍‍ manner. While the​ classification of magic‍ academies is important,‍‌ just as crucial‍‌ is understanding the⁠​‌ temperament of the‍ magician themselves.”

“…So,​⁠​ as I was​‌ saying…”

“How‌​ could I truly‍‍ understand Lady Denise​​ based solely on​ superficial information from⁠⁠‍ the Rose Salon?​ What I want​ to know are‌‌ not the surface-level⁠‌‍ accomplishments of the‌ lady of the‍‌⁠ Beltus family… but‌​⁠ Lady Denise herself.⁠ Understanding her is‌‌ the key to‌ teaching her magic‌​​ more effectively.”

There⁠​ was certainty in‍ Dereck’s firm tone.‍​

Having‌​ risen from humble‌‍​ beginnings, he had⁠‌ his own insights​⁠ into how people‌ became skilled in⁠‍‍ magic.

The​​ lessons from the⁠​​ elder, Katia, and‍‌ Drest. The insights​‍ gained from teaching​‍ Diella and Ellen.‍ And the understanding‍​ obtained through exploring⁠ and learning magic⁠ on his own.​⁠‍

A lifetime of experience‌‌⁠ had fused into​⁠​ his philosophy on​⁠ what was most⁠‍​ important when teaching‍ magic to others.‍‌‌

“Then,⁠⁠‍ you’re saying… you‌​‌ asked the servants‍‌ about me?”

“The‌⁠ people who assist​ you know things⁠‍​ that rumors can’t‍ convey. Of course,​​ I didn’t say⁠‍ it out loud,⁠‍ as it might​⁠‌ embarrass Lady Denise.”‍‌

“W-What‌‌ did they say…?”‌‌

“The‍ servants respect you​​ a lot. They⁠‌‍ said that even‌⁠ though you often‌‌ seem distracted and​ reluctant, you know​ when to roll​ up your sleeves⁠ for important tasks.”‌‍‌

Dereck‌​‌ relayed the words⁠​ he had heard​‌‌ from the servants​⁠⁠ without omitting anything.​​

Of​⁠⁠ course, hearing it‌⁠⁠ directly from him​‍ made Denise feel‍‍ a bit embarrassed.​

“I​ heard that you‍‌ could achieve great​​​ things in magic‍‍ or academics if‍‍‍ you truly applied​‍‍ yourself… That although‍ your attitude appears‍‍ indifferent and aloof,‌ you treat the⁠⁠‌ servants kindly. They‍​ also mentioned your‌‍ piercing gaze… and‍⁠‌ your exceptional handwriting.”⁠

“T-The‌​ servants said that⁠‌​ about me? Ah…‌​ ahaha… ehehe…”

“…”‌⁠​

“Did​ they say anything‌‌‌ about my appearance?‍ That I’m prettier‌⁠ than Aiselin or​⁠ Ellen…”

“…”‌​⁠

“…”‍⁠‌

Dereck⁠ wasn’t one to‍ give empty compliments.‍​‌ Although Denise’s beauty​ was certainly remarkable,‍‍ comparing her to‍‌⁠ Aiselin and Ellen​ would surely give​‍ anyone pause for‌⁠​ thought.

“You​‍ really don’t give​ empty compliments, do​⁠‌ you?”

“I⁠‌‍ must be honest.⁠‌‌ Only then can​ my words be⁠​ trusted when I speak.”

“Having‍⁠ that conviction is‍​ good, but I worry you’ll get⁠‍​ hurt out there.”‌​

“I’ve⁠⁠ already been hurt⁠​‌ a lot.”

“I’ve‌ thought a lot,‌​ too.”

With‌ a long sigh,⁠ Denise finally relaxed‍​ her shoulders.

I think I’ve come‍ to understand this⁠‌‌ guy a bit​ more. The reason​⁠⁠ he was interacting​‌ with the servants—who​⁠‍ he didn’t even​​⁠ need to impress,⁠‍‍ especially when Dereck⁠ wasn’t around—was simply​​ to teach magic‍‍​ to Denise in‍ the best way​ possible.

Unlike⁠‍‍ Denise, a greenhouse​ flower, he had‍‌‍ surely traversed numerous‌⁠ labyrinths and experienced‌ all kinds of‌‍ hells.

However,‌ when unnecessary, he‌‌⁠ never stubbornly opposed⁠ others, often treating‌‍ them with a polite attitude.

It‌⁠ was a stark‌ contrast to how⁠​‌ he looked when​ immersed in magic,⁠‍ holed up in​ a dirty cave‍‌ with a disheveled​‌ appearance.

Just‍‌‍ like the city⁠⁠‌ of Ebelstain, he‌‍ seemed to have​⁠‌ a thousand faces.‍⁠ That’s why it‌ was hard to​ grasp his true‍ intentions at a glance.

“Even​‌⁠ so… I’m proud‌​‌ that the servants‌⁠ think so highly‌ of me. I didn’t give it‍​‍ much thought… but​‌‌ they said I have a piercing‌‌‌ gaze… and that‍ I write well…⁠‌ right?”

“…”‌‌

“How⁠ do you know⁠⁠ I write?”

“I⁠‌ heard it from​​⁠ the butler.”

“What,⁠ how would the‍​‍ butler know?”

Suddenly,​⁠⁠ Denise’s face paled.⁠ Dereck had already⁠ anticipated this, but‌​ as he said,​‍ he didn’t speak⁠‍ lightly and conveyed⁠⁠‍ things without exaggeration.⁠

“The‍‍ servants have seen​​ you many times,​ sitting at your​ desk before bed‌​ with a pen‌‍‌ in hand. If​‍ there’s a scratching⁠ sound in the‍⁠​ room, wouldn’t they‍‍ look in?”

“No,‍⁠​ I… I always‍⁠ check my surroundings!”‍

“Don’t⁠ underestimate the servants.​ They’re like shadows,​ always following and​ helping you. Wouldn’t‌​‍ they notice? If​ the hinges are​⁠‍ well-oiled, opening the‍ door a bit​‍⁠ won’t make noise.​ You should check‌⁠ around the door​ more carefully.”

At‍ this point, Dereck‌ had nothing more‍ he could do.⁠​​

He​​​ simply conveyed what​⁠ he had heard‍ without omission. The‍​‍ servants had surely​​ been thinking about​ how and when​‍‍ to bring it‌‍ up.

“I​​‌ also heard about​‍ the story… the⁠‌ pink book from‍ the third drawer​‌ next to your​ bed.”

“You‍ mean the servants‍ know about that?”‌

“Yes.‌ Don’t you write⁠‌ every night? The‍⁠​ title is… The​‌‍ Arrogant Sir Robein,⁠ isn’t it?”

“…”‌​

Suddenly,⁠ Denise’s breath caught‍ in her throat.​

“I​ heard that the​​ psychological descriptions infused‍ in your elegant​ prose and strong​​⁠ strokes are truly‍ exceptional.”

“…”‌‍‍

“I⁠ didn’t intend to‌⁠‍ read it… but‍​​ the servants insisted…‌​ I saw it​‌ several times when​​ you were at⁠⁠​ salon meetings… Of‍ course… um… the⁠‌ descriptions and narrative​​⁠ moved me. There​ are quite a few devoted readers‌​ among the servants…‍⁠‌ and I understand​⁠‍ why.”

“…Hic.”‌‍

Denise‌ hiccupped—an act that‌​ didn’t quite suit​⁠‍ her.

And‍ then, for a while, she said⁠ nothing.

Dereck⁠ watched Denise’s expression‌​‍ for a moment.‌‍ He felt he​​‍ needed to choose‍⁠​ his words carefully,‍​‌ adding weight to‌‍‍ his voice. After⁠ all, it wasn’t‍ unusual for someone‍ her age to​⁠​ harbor such childish‌ fantasies.

“You​ don’t need to‍‌ feel so embarrassed.​‍ Creation is fundamentally​ a shy endeavor…‍ And even a stranger like me⁠⁠‍ can tell your⁠‍⁠ writing is really​ impressive.”

“…”⁠

“Reading‍ about the tragic‍ situation of the⁠‍ protagonist Tracy broke‍‌ my heart. Especially​ since I come‍ from the slums,​​ I was struck‍⁠ by the details.​ However, I’m not‍​‌ sure characters like​⁠ Sir Robein actually‌⁠‌ exist in real​⁠​ life… Of course,‍​‌ the jealous yet​ tender emotions of⁠ a man harboring​⁠‍ love from afar⁠ for Tracy were​ compelling.”

“…”‍⁠‌

“The​‌ obsession and possessiveness,‍⁠ the attitude toward‍ Tracy… and the⁠⁠⁠ seven pages dedicated⁠​ to describing Sir‍‍‌ Robein’s fierceness seemed‍‍⁠ a bit excessive,‌⁠‌ but… who knows,‌⁠‌ maybe men like‌​‍ that are out‍​ there. It’s not⁠ impossible, right? I respect that.”

“Ahhhhhh!”‌‍

Unable​ to bear listening​ to Dereck any‌ longer, Denise grabbed‍‍​ her head and‌⁠​ ran to her⁠ room.

Dereck,‍ resting his chin‍‍​ in his hand,​ reflected silently.

Certainly,‍ the sensitivity of‌‍ a girl her‍​‌ age was hard‍ to keep up‌​ with. He had‌⁠‌ said a lot,​ but Dereck hadn’t⁠⁠ lied.

The​​⁠ reason he interacted​‍ with the servants​ was truly to‌ learn more about⁠‌​ Denise.

More‌ precisely… to see‍⁠ if she had⁠⁠‍ any weak points.‌‍

***⁠

“Good‌ morning, Lady Denise.”​

The‌‌ next morning, Denise,​‌ with messy hair,‍ was being groomed‌‍ by a maid.⁠

Her⁠⁠ eyelids were swollen‍​​ from having slept⁠ little the night‌​‍ before. The maids,‌ whose job it‍ was to keep​ her looking beautiful⁠​ at all times,​ were perplexed.

“Did‍​ you write something​ last night? You⁠‍‌ look really tired.‍ You shouldn’t let​ it interfere with‍‍⁠ your daily life,‌‍ you know?”

“Hah…”‍​

Dereck​ said this casually,​ and the maids​ around them flinched.‍‍‍ In fact, the‍ maid who reacted‍‌‌ that way was‌‍ one of those​​⁠ who diligently read‌ Denise’s works.

“What‌⁠ are you talking‌​‌ about, Dereck? Writing,⁠‍‌ you say…?”

It‍ seemed Denise was‍‌ plotting to pretend‌​ the previous day’s⁠‌‍ conversation had never​⁠ happened.

Of‌‌ course, Dereck wasn’t‌‍ one to let‍‌ such blatant denial​‍ slide.

“I​‌‍ was talking about⁠‍⁠ The Arrogant Sir⁠ Robein… The scene‌‍​ ends with Sir‌‌ Robein covering Tracy‌ with a blanket⁠​ as she relives​ a childhood nightmare‌ involving sleepwalking…”

“…”​‍

“I‍ remember it clearly⁠ because it was⁠⁠ the last scene.‍‌‌ Sir Robein’s tender‍‌⁠ heart, treating the‍‌ fragile Tracy like‌⁠ a glass artifact​ that could shatter​⁠⁠ with the slightest⁠‌‍ touch…”

“Dereck!!‍ We have to​‍⁠ train hard in⁠ magic today! Why⁠ are you wasting‌ time on such‍ nonsense!”

Denise⁠ shot up, sweating​‍​ profusely. It was​ the first time​‌​ she had voluntarily‌ initiated magic training.‌‌⁠

Her​⁠⁠ usual laid-back attitude‍‌ was gone, and‌ she walked nervously,‌ drenched in sweat.​⁠

“…”​

All‌ the maids watching‌ held their breath.‍⁠⁠

Denise​‌ was known to​⁠‌ be resilient, but‌​ Dereck was even‌⁠​ more tenacious.

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