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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 43: Spell (5)

Chapter 43: Spell (5)

“The⁠⁠⁠ Arrogant Lord Robein”‍ is the story​ of a young​ woman named Tracy,‌⁠⁠ who, after a troubled childhood, begins‌ working at a noble mansion and⁠‍ becomes entangled with⁠​‍ an aristocrat named⁠‍ Lord Robein.

As⁠‍ a fictional character,​‍​ Lord Robein lacks⁠ realism. In fact,‍ he borders on‌‌ the embodiment of‌​​ the ideal man.⁠​

Broad⁠​‍ shoulders, a piercing‌⁠ gaze, every one​⁠ of his actions‌​⁠ is refined, he‌‍‍ always carries roses,‌‍ and possesses a courteous yet aristocratic‍ demeanor.

At⁠‌ work, he is⁠‌ cold and rational,‌⁠ but with his​‌ beloved, he is‌ warm—enjoying baths with⁠⁠ rose petals, sipping‍ wine while gazing‌ at the night⁠ scenery, and for‍⁠​ unknown reasons, preferring‍‌‌ low-cut pajamas. If‍ he falls in‌ love with a woman, he caresses‍​ her chin and​ smiles meaningfully. Despite⁠⁠⁠ his bold demeanor,​ the woman whose‍‌​ chin he holds​ always blushes with‌​‌ embarrassment.

Moreover,⁠‍​ when it comes‍​ to the protagonist‌​‍ Tracy, this usually‍‍⁠ composed man often​​​ becomes emotional.

He⁠⁠⁠ corners her against⁠ a wall to‌‌‍ whisper (usually something​ trivial), or gently​‌ strokes her hair‍‌⁠ pointlessly, trying to⁠ guess the scent‌​ of the incense⁠ she used that​​‍ day… If an​‌ ordinary person did⁠⁠ that instead of⁠‌ the handsome Lord⁠ Robein, they’d be‌ arrested immediately.

On​⁠ a quiet afternoon,‌ Dereck read Denise’s​​ elegant manuscript, occasionally‍⁠​ tilting his head⁠ in contemplation.

There​ were some rather‌ embarrassing passages at‍ the beginning, but⁠‌​ as he continued,‌ he found narration‌ and reflections that⁠⁠​ captivated him. Even​ Dereck, not an‌‌ expert himself, was⁠ instantly drawn in—clearly‌‌ proof of how​⁠ seriously it had‍‌ been written.

When‌ the family secret⁠‍​ is revealed and​‍ adversity strikes the‍‍​ love between Lord‍​ Robein and Tracy,‌​ at the end,​⁠ even setting aside‍ his authority, the‍⁠ image of Lord​ Robein running through‌‌‍ the storm calling‌‍ out for Tracy‌‌‍ is majestic.

Eventually,‍ they reunite in‍⁠ the storm, embrace⁠⁠‍ tightly, and enter⁠ a nearby wooden‌ cabin in the‌‌ rain (why there’s​ a cabin in‍​⁠ the gardens of‍⁠‍ a noble mansion‌ remains a mystery),​ dry their clothes,‍‌ and sit beside⁠‍​ Tracy, who has⁠‍ caught a cold.​‌‍ Seeing her talk⁠​ in her sleep‍​ about her late‍​ family by the​​ fireplace, Lord Robein‌ covers her with‍‌ a blanket, organizing‍⁠ his tangled thoughts.​‍‌ The final scene‌‍ shows the solitary​⁠ back of Lord‌‌‍ Robein, who has​ lived without ever⁠‍‌ knowing familial love…⁠⁠⁠ and then the​‍ story cuts off.‌​

“Maybe⁠​ because the historical‌‍ background of Lord‍ Robein’s family isn’t‌⁠‌ fully established… It’s​⁠ a truly fascinating​​‌ scene…”

“…”‍

“It’s⁠⁠ true, I can‌​ understand why even‌‌‍ the mansion’s servants⁠⁠⁠ secretly read this.​‍‍ Lady Denise, your⁠ writing is truly‌ skillful.”

“Enough…‌‍‍ I made a mistake… Just… I’m‌​⁠ sorry for everything…​​‌ Let’s stop this⁠ now…”

This‌ took place after​​‍ they had finished​ the day’s lessons,‌ before Dereck returned⁠ to his room‍‍⁠ and passed by‍ Denise’s.

Denise⁠ lay on her​ back on the‌‍‌ bed, as if​ her entire body​⁠​ ached.

She⁠​ had given it⁠‍ her all in‍⁠​ training at Dereck’s‌‍ request that day,​‍ to the point⁠ of looking more⁠‍ pitiful than admirable,‍​ and Bella, with‍ tears in her​ eyes, was massaging​ her shoulders.

“…”‍‍

Dereck⁠ wore a complicated‍​ expression.

Seeing⁠‌​ Denise suddenly taking‌ his lessons so‌‌‍ seriously, seemingly embarrassed‍ by her mortifying‍‍⁠ creation, and Dereck‍⁠ using that shame​‌‌ as leverage…

There​ was a slight​⁠​ misunderstanding there. As‍‍ Dereck had repeatedly​⁠​ said, he genuinely‍‍ thought Denise’s writing⁠⁠​ was good.

Sure,⁠⁠ he didn’t grasp‌ the burning embarrassment,‌⁠⁠ but from Dereck’s​ typically indifferent perspective,​‍⁠ was it really⁠ something to be‌⁠​ so concerned about?‌⁠

Unfortunately,‌ Dereck was too⁠‍​ rational to fully‌ understand the sensitivity‌‍​ of a young‌ woman in her⁠ difficult years.

That’s​‌​ why he tried⁠‍⁠ sincerely to convey‌‌ which aspects of‍ Denise’s work impressed⁠​​ him and what‌⁠ he liked—but it​‍‍ only seemed to⁠ kill Denise a second time.

The‍​​ victim lay on‍‌​ the bed as‌‍‌ though murdered, yet​ the culprit couldn’t​ be found.

That‍ paradox made Denise‌‍ want to die‌‍‍ even more.

***‌‌

About⁠‌⁠ ten days had‍​ passed since Dereck​‍⁠ began teaching magic​ when Ellen sent⁠‌ a separate letter,‌‌⁠ bringing high-quality tea​ to visit the‌​⁠ mansion.

Unlike‍‍ meetings at the‌​‍ Rose Salon, directly​‌‌ visiting the mansion‍⁠​ held significant meaning.‌⁠

As‌​‍ a lady of‌‍ the Belmierd family,​ she couldn’t make‌ casual appointments due‌‍⁠ to her status,‍ so even a trivial meeting required​ a valid reason.⁠‌

Although​​‌ the visit was‌ considered a gesture⁠‌‌ to foster goodwill⁠ between families, no​ one truly knew⁠‌ the political impact​​ of such a small gathering. Naturally,⁠⁠‍ the servants were⁠​‍ a bit tense.⁠​

But​‌ in truth, Ellen⁠‌​ simply wanted to‍ know how things‍ were going between‌‌‌ Dereck and Denise.‌

That‍‌ might seem too​ bold… but it‌ was better than⁠‍​ beating around the‍‌ bush.

Denise‍​⁠ was not easily​‍⁠ taught, not even‌‍​ with polite words.‌⁠⁠ She had always‍‍‌ been a mysterious⁠‌​ figure, quick to‍ draw boundaries when⁠​ someone tried to⁠ cross them.

At​​ the Rose Salon,⁠​‌ she always laughed‍ elegantly and engaged​ in courteous conversations,​⁠⁠ but it was​ all surface-level. Ellen⁠ had long noticed‍ Denise’s naturally reserved​​ demeanor.

There‌ was a clear​‍‍ difference between her​⁠⁠ and someone like‌‍ Ellen, who was⁠‍‍ open about everything‍ important.

Dereck⁠ was likely having‌ a hard time.​ If he now‌‍ thought he wasn’t‍​‌ a good match‌ for the Beltus‍‍‍ family, Ellen was⁠‌​ planning to make‌ a favorable proposal.‌‍​

But‍‍⁠ that would be‌​‍ difficult without the‌⁠‌ Duke Beltus’ approval.‌

Still,​‌‍ Ellen rushed over—not‌‍⁠ to spy, but⁠ to cultivate friendship.​‌‍

Her‌​​ first goal was​ to gauge the‌ inscrutable Denise.

“…Thanks‌⁠‍ to Lady Ellen’s​​ visit, I can‌‍‌ finally rest…”

But‍⁠ the Denise who⁠ appeared in the‌⁠ reception room looked‍‌​ so worn out‍‌​ one might question​ if she was‌‍‍ the same person‍ from the Rose‍ Salon.

Saying‍​​ she looked worn‍‌‌ out might not​ be accurate. She‍‍‌ seemed slimmer, her⁠ movements more agile,⁠​ as if she’d‌‍⁠ been exercising intensely.‌

But​ her expression didn’t​‍‌ match her body.‍ Though makeup and‍ accessories enhanced her‌ beauty, the underlying​ fatigue was obvious.‍‌

The‍‍​ servants had hurried​ to tidy her‌‌‍ up as best⁠⁠​ they could, but⁠ this was the‌ most they could⁠‍⁠ manage.

“…You​ look very tired.‌‍‌ Lady Denise, you⁠‍‌ haven’t stopped training⁠‌ your magic, have⁠ you?”

“…Yes,⁠ yes… that’s right.‌ Instructor Dereck is‍‌‌ quite enthusiastic.”

It‍ was, after all,‌‌ a visit from‍‍ an honorable lady⁠ of the Rose​​‍ Salon.

Denise⁠‍‍ managed to show‌ her best smile,​‍ struggling to maintain‌‌ her usual appearance.‍

“I​ had high expectations⁠⁠ from someone with​‌‍ such a reputation‍ as a magic‍⁠‍ instructor… but his​‌ methods are a little different from⁠⁠ what I imagined.‌ They’re physically demanding…⁠​ and… emotionally pressuring⁠ too…”

Denise,‌⁠‍ never lacking in⁠ grace, now wore‌‌ a complicated expression.​​

Seeing‍⁠‍ this, Ellen suddenly​​‌ remembered her own​ time learning under​‌‍ Dereck.

— From here on,⁠ this is truly⁠‌ hell.

— Eek.

In⁠ an instant, fear​⁠ ran down Ellen’s‌⁠​ spine.

Like​​⁠ many things in‌⁠ this world, hardships​ often seemed trivial‌​​ in hindsight. Painful‍‌ memories faded, leaving‌​⁠ only the pleasant‌‌ moments and accomplishments.‌

However,⁠ the memories of‌‌ Dereck’s relentless presence‌ while running, his⁠⁠ endless spellcasting to​ exhaustion, and his‍ obsession with magical‌​ theory even at‍ the cost of​ sleep, all came⁠ rushing back.

Even⁠‍⁠ now, just remembering​‌ it made one​ gulp unconsciously.

Dereck‍ was the most‌​‍ stubborn magic instructor‍​​ she had ever⁠‌​ met. At that​ moment, Ellen’s eyes​⁠ met Denise’s.

Denise‍‍‌ seemed to understand⁠​ Ellen’s thoughts just‌‍‍ from her expression.​‌‌

Ellen‌‍ thought to herself:‍⁠‌

In‌ Ebelstein’s social circles,​⁠ it’s common for⁠ women who share‌ a mentor to‌ form factions or⁠‍ connections. After all,⁠‍⁠ every connection is​‍⁠ a weapon, and​​ those with shared‍‌ experiences naturally bond.⁠‍

Perhaps,⁠⁠‌ rather than just‍​​ being Rose Salon​‌‌ members, connecting as‍‍ students of the⁠‍⁠ same mentor could‌ be an option.⁠ But forming a faction…? Not sure​ how others would‌ see that…

Still…​‍ if we unite,⁠‍‌ maybe we can⁠‍ connect differently than⁠⁠‍ through the Rose‌ Salon… The culture⁠ there requires too‌‌ many appearances, which‌​​ has its uncomfortable‌‌⁠ sides…

On‌ the other hand,⁠‌ Denise, after setting​ down her teacup,‍⁠ was lost in‍​ entirely different thoughts.⁠

So‌‍ Ellen also suffered‌‌​ under Dereck’s teaching…​ It’s like a group of victims,​ how complicated…

Denise​‌‌ had been carefully‌ observing Ellen’s slow‌‍‍ decline since accepting​‍ Dereck as a mentor. Unfortunately, it⁠ was no longer‌ someone else’s problem.​⁠

However,‍⁠ it wasn’t entirely‌ hopeless.

Denise​⁠ quickly understood the​‌‌ reason behind Ellen’s​ unexpected visit. She‌⁠ was clearly assessing‌ the situation with​ Dereck to gauge‍ Denise’s reaction.

In​‍ essence, the Belmierd​⁠ family hadn’t yet‍ given up on‌⁠ recruiting Dereck. That‍ was good news.‌

Denise​⁠ wanted to be‌‍‌ rid of this⁠ instructor as soon‌‌ as possible. But‌‍ once purchased, he​‌​ was a non-refundable‌​ product. Regardless of⁠​ Duke Beltus’ intentions,‍ Dereck himself was‌ set on turning⁠⁠‌ Denise into a great mage.

With​ so many noble⁠ ladies in Ebelstein’s‍ social circle eager​ to be taught,​‌ and even Aiselin⁠⁠ wanting to learn‍ from him, why⁠‍ did he have​‍ to trouble Denise?‌​​

To‍​ Denise—unaware of Dereck’s⁠⁠‍ desire to maintain‍​ ties with the‌‍ three great families—it‍⁠ was infuriating. Dereck’s​‌ frantic teaching approach​⁠‍ had gone from⁠⁠ disappointing to admirable​ and perplexing.

If‌ he lacked social‌‌ skills, it wouldn’t‌‍‍ matter, but he‍‍‍ blended well with‌‌ the servants and‍‍ fit into the‍‍‌ mansion seamlessly, becoming​‌ a sociable monster.⁠

‘Ugh…⁠‍ my head hurts​ again…’

Still,‍‍‍ to other women,‌‌ Denise’s worries might⁠​​ seem like those​⁠ of the privileged.‍​‍ That was the​⁠⁠ worst part.

She⁠ didn’t understand why⁠ Aiselin and Ellen‌‍ were so desperate‌ to bring Instructor⁠ Dereck into their‌⁠​ families.

Do​‍‍ noble ladies enjoy‍​‌ torturing themselves? Watching⁠ Ellen carefully, Denise⁠‍​ couldn’t help but‍ think how vast​ the world was.‍‍⁠

“By‍​ the way, how‍​ is Lady Aiselin?​⁠‌ I feel I’ve‌‍⁠ neglected my duties‌‍ at the Rose‍​ Salon due to⁠ my magic training.‌​ I’ve only attended​​ major events and‍⁠ haven’t properly greeted‌⁠‌ everyone… I hope‌‍⁠ she’s not too⁠‍ upset.”

Denise⁠​ quickly changed the‍‍‍ topic.

She​‌‌ needed to think‌ more about how‌⁠ to handle Dereck,⁠ and she wasn’t​ sure how to​​ respond to Ellen’s⁠‌‍ attitude.

“Lady‌​ Aiselin has returned​‌ to her family’s‌‌⁠ home. She’s attending​‍ her brother’s appointment​‌ ceremony and helped‍ with her younger‌‌ sister’s debut. It’s‍⁠‌ always better to‌ have someone experienced​⁠ assisting.”

“If‍​ it’s about her​‍​ sister’s debut… Will‍ Lady Diella be‌ coming to Ebelstein?”⁠‍

“Yes.​ From what I’ve⁠ heard… her magical‍‌ achievements are far‌⁠ beyond the rumors.”‍‌‌

Aiselin’s‌‍​ younger sister, who‌​⁠ had reached two-star‌‌ magic level, was‍⁠⁠ born into the‌​ Duplain family.

If⁠​​ another figure like⁠‌‌ Aiselin appeared, it‍ would greatly impact‍‍ Ebelstein’s social circles.​‌

“They‌​⁠ say she’ll be‍ at the next⁠​‌ meeting… If you‌‍⁠ attend the regular‍‍​ gathering, you might​‌ meet her. I’m‌⁠⁠ a bit nervous​⁠ myself, as it’ll​‍​ be my first‍ time seeing her.”‌

The‍​ next meeting was​ the following week.⁠‍

Do‍⁠‌ I also have‍⁠ to worry about​ social hierarchy now…?‌‍ Ugh… my head‌‍‍ hurts…

Denise‌​ just wanted to​​‍ lie down at​‍​ that point. But‍‌‌ once Ellen left,⁠ she’d have to⁠⁠ return to her‌⁠‌ horrible training schedule.​‌

It‍⁠⁠ was a sad‌ truth, but talking‍ to Ellen now⁠‍‌ was her only‌ rest.

Dereck,‌⁠​ as always, would‌‍ be waiting downstairs​⁠ in the visitor’s‍‌ room, having finished​ preparations for the‌⁠ lesson, with a satisfied smile on‌ his face.

Gradually,⁠⁠‌ his expression was​⁠ starting to look⁠ villainous.

***​

“Lady⁠ Diella. Here are⁠‍ the documents for⁠ next week’s Rose‍ Salon meeting.”

Attachments⁠⁠⁠ from the Duplain‍‌ family.

Diella’s​ private room was​ spacious but sparsely​⁠ furnished. On one⁠​‍ side, easels with⁠‍ various landscapes were​​‌ scattered randomly, and‌ atop her lace⁠‍⁠ bed were books​‌‌ on magic spread‍​ out.

In​‍​ the center, a blonde girl stared​‍​ blankly at the‍⁠​ ceiling, skillfully using⁠​‍ magic—a wild mage⁠‌ born into nobility.‌​

Her‍⁠⁠ thick golden waves‍⁠ framed her like‍ a doll, and‌‌ the ruffles of⁠‍ her dress draped‌ over her knees​⁠ like a blanket.‍

Sitting‌​​ silently, her eyes‌​ watched the openly​​‍ manifested magic, already‍ exuding an extraordinary‍ aura.

Her‌‌⁠ achievements had no​​ equal since Dereck‌‍‍ taught her. She‍⁠​ had completely mastered‍ the basic theory‍ of wild academy,​‌⁠ and most one-star‍‍‍ spells were trivial‌​​ to her.

Though‍‍⁠ her appearance hadn’t‌‌⁠ changed, her rate‌‌ of magical improvement‌ far surpassed anyone​‌‍ else, even Dereck.‌‌

“Rose⁠‌ Salon? Why there,‌‌ all of a sudden?”

The‌⁠‌ girl was already⁠ walking the path‌ of a master.‍​​ Hearing the report‌ from her butler‍ in a tired‍⁠ voice, she finally​ lowered her eyes‌ with a cold​‌‍ gaze and said:⁠

“Why⁠⁠‍ should I go‌ there?”

The⁠‌⁠ girl possessed nearly‌⁠⁠ every quality to​⁠ become famous in‍⁠‍ Ebelstein’s society, but‌​‌ she had no‌⁠ interest in honor​‌ games.

Born​​⁠ of the noblest‌ blood, she was‍‍ someone who refused​​​ to be bound⁠‌ by rules or⁠ systems.

A consistent trait among​​⁠ those with truly​‍​ exceptional talent.

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