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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 44: Wild Horse (1)

Chapter 44: Wild Horse (1)

Several‍‌ years passed after‍ Dereck left the‍‌‌ Duplain family, and‌ the seasons changed‍⁠‍ multiple times.

Diella​‌‌ Katherine Duplain bade‍​ farewell to the‍ mentor who had​​ the greatest influence​‍​ on her life,​ but her growth⁠⁠ curve neither wavered‍​ nor took a step back. On‍ the contrary, once​‍‍ her path was⁠‍‌ set, her innate‍​‌ talent began to⁠ blossom.

In‍⁠​ the realm of‍​ magical achievement, lineage​ was regarded as‌​ the most important⁠⁠ factor. Her previously​‍ slow magical progress​ soared like a fish finding water​‍⁠ after Dereck made‍ a slight adjustment‌ to her direction.⁠‌

Although‍⁠​ the growth trajectories​‍‍ of commoners were​ similar, the manner​​‌ in which blessed​​‌ geniuses reached maturity⁠⁠ was unique.

Valerian,‍‌‌ Leigh, Aiselin, Diella.‍‍​

Among‍​‌ the Duplain siblings—all​ renowned for their‌‍⁠ magical achievements—Diella’s development​​ was the most⁠‌‍ extraordinary.

She‍‌‌ didn’t seek to⁠ penetrate the essence‌ of magic like⁠‍ Valerian, nor did‍⁠ she yearn for​​ worldly prominence like​‌‌ Leigh, nor did​ she absorb vast⁠‌​ academic knowledge like‌⁠​ Aiselin.

As⁠ always, she explored‍‌‍ the forests, gazed⁠ at the night‌ sky, and received‌‌​ magical truths in⁠​​ her own unbound⁠‌ way.

The‌‌ ice spear she‍‌ created spun and​⁠⁠ spun, and her‌⁠‍ fire arrows burned⁠​ with a deep‌ dark red. Her⁠ transmutation magic produced​⁠ effects that defied⁠ theory, and her⁠ enchantments differed slightly⁠⁠‌ from known outcomes.‍⁠‌

Yet⁠​ she was not⁠‍ entirely disconnected from‌​ high culture. She‍‌‍ effortlessly absorbed ethics,⁠​‌ culture, the art⁠⁠ of diplomacy, governance,⁠⁠​ and even her‍ family’s studies on‍​​ empire politics.

She​‌‍ mastered the central​⁠​ continent’s language, social‌ dancing, flower arrangement,‌‌​ piano, flute, history,⁠⁠​ literature, modern philosophy,​ and political science,​ even completing her⁠​‍ education in attire‍ and etiquette to‌⁠ present a refined⁠‍ demeanor.

In​‍ the arts, she​ already shone.

Her‍‍ creations, born of​ exceptional talent in⁠ landscape and portrait⁠ painting, began catching‍​ the attention of‌⁠⁠ artists, and some​‍‌ were already circulating​ in art auctions⁠​‌ in Ebelstain.

Diella’s⁠ artistic world was‌ entirely detached from⁠ contemporary styles.

Already​ recognized among critics,‍ she was believed‌‍ to become a famous artist across⁠⁠ the continent. By⁠ this point, rumors‍⁠‍ began swirling—even though​‍​ she had not‌​ yet debuted in⁠ Ebelstain high society.⁠⁠

Rumor‍‌ had it that​‌ the little girl‍ once curled up‍⁠​ in the Duplain‍⁠‌ pavilion was now​⁠‌ a rival to‌‌ Aiselin, the most‌ respected figure in⁠⁠ Ebelstain’s society.

Could​ it be that​​‍ the only one‍​⁠ who could challenge​​ the Duplain family’s‌⁠ pride was another​‍ Duplain?

It‍​ seemed that families‍ capable of challenging⁠⁠‌ the Duplains in‍ Ebelstain society were⁠‍ disappearing, marking the​ beginning of the⁠⁠ Duplain era.

Aiselin,​‍⁠ more than anyone,‍⁠⁠ heard these rumors‌ firsthand… but couldn’t‌‍ help feeling conflicted.‌⁠⁠

She‍ didn’t feel threatened​ by Diella’s prowess;‌‌⁠ she felt deeply‌ familiar and genuinely​ happy for her⁠⁠ growth.

Yet⁠​​ there was a slight gap between​‍‍ rumor and reality.⁠‌‌

***‌​

“Honestly,‌‍ I don’t really​ understand why I must join the‌‌ Rose Salon. If‌ not for people⁠‍​ like you, Lady‌⁠ Ellen or Lady‌‍‍ Denise, they all‍‍ seem the same.”⁠

“…No,‌⁠‌ Diella. That may​‍‍ seem true when⁠ looking only at‍‌​ magical achievements, but‌​ they’re all cultured…and‍​ it’s nice to​​ meet and connect‌⁠​ with people from⁠ many walks of‌​ life.”

“Hmm…”‍⁠‍

Aiselin‌ had come to⁠‍⁠ the Duplain estate‍‌ to help with​‍ Diella’s debut celebration.⁠‌

After‌‍ a successful debut​​ experience, Aiselin thought‍ her presence would‌ be helpful, but⁠⁠ Diella seemed hardly‍‍⁠ to need it.⁠‍ Honestly, she could‍‌⁠ debut in society‌‍ right now without‌​​ issue.

The​​⁠ mansion Diella would‌​​ occupy was nearly⁠⁠‌ complete, and the‌ selection of servants‌‍‌ and high-level attendants⁠​ to support her​ family was finalized.​​‍

A grand banquet had​‍ been planned to⁠‍ celebrate her societal‍ debut, and gowns‌​ as exquisite as‍ magical weapons were​⁠‌ already prepared. The⁠ moment of her‍‌‌ debut—when a noble⁠ lady experiences her‍ most glorious moment—was‍‌ near.

Although⁠​‍ a bright future‌⁠‍ lay ahead, Diella’s​ expression as she‌ sat at the‍‍ garden tea table​ didn’t seem particularly⁠‌⁠ joyful.

For​‌ noble ladies, debuting‌‍ in society was⁠⁠ always considered a romantic dream, but‌ Diella showed no‌‍⁠ interest.

Her‌ mild anticipation stemmed‍​​ only from the‌ excitement of venturing⁠ outside the Duplain‍ household where she‌ had grown up.⁠ She didn’t care​ for the so-called‍‍ glamorous social culture‍‌⁠ of Ebelstain’s aristocratic‍‌​ district.

“When‍⁠ I went to​​‌ the tea at⁠⁠ Elora Academy, or‌​‍ the festival in‍⁠⁠ Elontain region, I saw some noble‌ ladies from the⁠ Rose Salon. Most​⁠​ were absorbed in​​⁠ frivolous, ostentatious social​ activities—attempting flattery and⁠⁠ giving insincere compliments…”​

“Di,⁠ Diella… That’s not​​⁠ something you say⁠ publicly, but you​​​ must understand the⁠⁠ difference in rank.⁠⁠​ We, as high-ranking‌ Duplain nobles, often⁠​⁠ take it for⁠‌‌ granted, but for​‍ lesser nobles, the⁠ chance to expand⁠ connections is invaluable.”‌

Aiselin,⁠‌ born high-born, understood⁠ the position of‍⁠ lesser nobles well.⁠

That‍⁠ was why she⁠⁠⁠ never became arrogant,​ even when her⁠‌ companions uttered embarrassing‌‌ praises. Half of‍‍ the goodwill she‌‍‍ received was admiration‌⁠​ for Aiselin herself;‌‍⁠ the other half‍‌⁠ was respect for‍ the Duplain lineage.‌​‌

“You⁠​​ only see someone’s⁠‍⁠ true nature when​ you take off​ tinted glasses. We‌ must learn to‍​‍ perceive that essence.⁠ That’s why we⁠ join salons, meet‍​ people from different‌ strata…”

“If⁠‍​ Sister Aiselin says⁠​ so, I’ll consider‍​ attending next week’s‍‌​ gathering…”

Since​⁠⁠ Diella hadn’t completed‌ her debut process,⁠ attending the salon⁠​ would be merely​​ formal.

Still,⁠‌ Diella wore a sullen expression.

Born​​ with exceptional talent⁠‌ she had cultivated,‍ the core of‌ Diella’s character remained⁠‍​ unchanged.

She⁠⁠ was arrogant, didn’t‍‍ regard those she​​⁠ deemed inferior, and⁠​⁠ hated rigid rules.⁠​‍ Yet she had‍​ learned to conceal‌‍ it externally—maintaining courtesy‍‌ and wearing a mask.

It‍‌ was an unwritten⁠ rule for daughters​​‍ of the most​ noble families to​ join the Rose‍ Salon.

But‍ Diella was like‌ a wild horse​⁠ in a meadow,​ indifferent to such⁠⁠​ norms. Her porcelain⁠⁠‍ beauty shouldn’t conceal‍ her untamed spirit.‌‍​

Being‌​ the opposite of​​​ her sister Aiselin,​‌ expecting a sheltered​​‌ noble lady to‌​ control her was‍ asking too much.‌

***‌

“It​ might be good‌⁠​ for you to​‌​ review your household’s⁠ servants too. Now⁠​‌ that you’re the⁠ mistress, everyone is⁠⁠‍ under your direct⁠‌ command. It will‍ feel very different⁠‍ from receiving help⁠‌ on the Duplain‌‍‍ estate to giving‌‍ orders yourself.”

“Most⁠‍ of the pavilion’s‌⁠ servants will remain,‍⁠‍ so I don’t‍ think much will⁠‌ change. It’s just⁠ a matter of​​ whether it’s on‌ the Duplain lands​⁠‌ or in Ebelstain.”⁠‍

“That⁠​‌ may be true.‍​ But now even‌ those who didn’t​ usually interact with‍‌ you will be‍‍‍ under your oversight.‌ The estate guards,‍ workers, even the‍‌ aides handling accounting​⁠​ and finances will​‍ work under your⁠ supervision and permission.”‍

Understanding‍​ this gap would‍‌​ make the reality​ of being an‍‌​ estate mistress feel​ more tangible.

Diella‌‍​ didn’t fully grasp⁠‍ it yet, but‌ seeing Aiselin’s careful‌​ planning, she knew‌‍⁠ it would be‍ a challenge.

Still,​​ it was a rite of passage‌ for high noblewomen‌‌ to integrate into‌⁠​ Ebelstain society.

“Not⁠​ only that, but‍ perhaps you should‌‍‍ select someone responsible‌‍‍ for your security​​‌ outside the estate…⁠ You might need‍ a personal chef​​⁠ to suit your‌⁠ tastes, or private‌⁠⁠ tutors if necessary.”‌‌

“I‍​ don’t think it’ll‌ bother me too‌ much since most‍‍​ things already feel‌‌‌ similar… But if⁠​‌ it’s about private‌ tutors…”

Though⁠ nearing the once-in-a-lifetime‌‍​ moment of her‍‍​ debut, Diella showed‌ no signs of⁠ nervousness, but her‌ eyes lit up​⁠‍ at mention of‌‍ private tutors.

“Dereck​​‍ works as a mercenary instructor in‌ Ebelstain, right?!”

“As⁠ I said, he’s‌⁠ currently teaching Lady‍ Denise of the​⁠‍ Beltus family. I went to see‌ before deciding affiliations…‌​‍ It seems he⁠‌ chose to be‍​ Lady Denise’s instructor.”​‍‌

“Hmm…”⁠​

It​‍​ had been a long time since⁠‍⁠ Diella said goodbye‌‍ to Dereck. Yet​‍ she clearly remembered‍ him.

Dereck‌​‌ didn’t fear or‌‌‍ hesitate to engage‌‍ with nobles, but‌‍​ tended to prioritize‌‍ magical achievement above‍⁠​ all. Why he​‍ aligned with the​⁠ Beltus family still⁠⁠‍ remained a mystery.‌

Why⁠⁠ Beltus…? No apparent​⁠ connection…

In⁠⁠‍ any case, it‍‌ always seemed there‌‍⁠ was a reason​​ behind his actions.⁠​​

Though‌ the Duplains or​‌⁠ Belmierds had written⁠ to him, it⁠​‍ seemed like there⁠⁠⁠ was a reason‌‌⁠ he suddenly joined⁠ the Beltus household.‍‌‌

…Could​ he have been‌⁠‌ betrothed? Lady Denise​⁠ is known as‌​ a mystery…

“Di-Diella…⁠​‍ Just so you‌‌ know, taking someone‍ who has already‍ joined another family‌‍​ could be a major offense. Dad‌⁠ didn’t pursue this‌​ for a reason.”⁠

Of‍ course, there were⁠‍‍ always hidden rivalries,​⁠‍ attempts to poach‌ talents from competing⁠‍ families, but doing​ so openly was‌‌​ a completely different‍​‌ matter.

It‌‌ would be a different case if‍⁠ Dereck didn’t have‍ a formal affiliation,​⁠ but now he⁠‍​ was under official‍⁠ contract with Grand​‍⁠ Duke Beltus and‍‌ was Denise’s instructor.​‍‌

Maybe‍ it would be‌​⁠ different if it‍​ were like when‍‌ Ellen hired Dereck​‍​ and the previous⁠⁠ contract had been⁠​‌ fully resolved… But​ even the Duplain‍‍‌ family had a code of honor​‍⁠ to uphold.

Naturally,⁠​ that code wasn’t​‌ always followed. However,⁠ when someone broke⁠ those unwritten rules,‍​ they had to​‌ be prepared for​⁠⁠ the emotional consequences.​

Fearing‍ that Diella might‍‍‍ act on impulse,‌ Aiselin quickly warned‌‌​ her, but Diella​‌ responded indifferently, resting​ her chin on‍⁠ her hand.

“I‍⁠ saw Lady Denise⁠​‍ from afar at‌​ the Elontain festival.⁠‌ I didn’t speak‍​​ to her or⁠‌ interact, but… she‍‌ looked so dignified,‌⁠ her silver hair‌‌ flowing, sitting in‍ that carriage. She‌‍ seemed like a mysterious angel from‍‍ a religious painting…⁠ That’s what I thought.”

“Yes,⁠‌​ that’s true. Uh-hah.⁠‍‌ Lady Denise is​‌ a valued figure‍ even within the​​‌ Beltus family… That’s‍​ why someone as⁠‍⁠ capable as Mr.⁠ Dereck became her‍ instructor.”

Diella​⁠​ was about to⁠‌ take a sip‌‍ of tea but‌ set the cup​‍‍ down, speaking with​‌ a serious gaze:​‌

“Doesn’t​‌​ it bother you,⁠​ Aiselin? We’re from‍​ the Duplain family,‌⁠​ aren’t we?”

“Di…⁠‍​ Diella?”

***⁠‌

“Isn’t⁠⁠ it fascinating?”

Denise’s​​ mansion lacked nothing‍ unnecessary.

Artworks‌ were displayed just‌ enough to preserve‌​‍ a sense of‌ dignity, and the​ exterior was built‌‌‍ to ensure it‌ wouldn’t be overshadowed​‌‌ by other luxurious⁠ homes. Denise liked⁠⁠‌ to go with‌‌ the flow.

That’s‍​ why there weren’t​⁠ large training facilities⁠ like in Ellen’s‌ mansion. In the​ end, Dereck had​‍​ no choice but​‌​ to demonstrate his‌​ magic in the⁠‌ fields outside Ebelstain,⁠ accompanied by a few servants and‌‍ guards.

Though​ Dereck’s magic was‌ simple, its firepower⁠​ was astonishing. Despite‌​ the extraordinary marvel⁠‌​ of his spells,​ Denise couldn’t deny​‍​ that Dereck’s skills⁠‌‍ were superior. The‍ boy had perfected⁠‌ his use of‌ magical energy to​ the point of⁠​‌ producing results on⁠‌ par with an‌ experienced mage.

At‌⁠​ first, she had‍ praised Dereck’s magical​‌ demonstration, but once⁠⁠ the intensive training⁠⁠​ began, her free‍​ time vanished swiftly.​‍

She⁠​‌ felt as though​​ she had just​⁠‍ left the mansion‌‍‌ after lunch, yet‍‍ the sun was​​ already setting.

Sitting‌⁠‍ on the grassy⁠ ground, panting and‍ drenched in sweat,‌​ Denise looked exhausted.‍⁠​

Facing‍ her, Dereck leaned‍ in and said:​​

“The‌ range of your​‍⁠ magic arrows has⁠‍‍ increased significantly since‌‌ the beginning. Now,⁠ Lady Denise, you‌‌ can intercept enemies‍‌ even outside your​ line of sight.”‍​

“That’s‍‌ true…”

“Can⁠ you feel the‌‌​ magic itself? It’s​ different from just‌ firing arrows in​​​ one direction.”

“Ugh…​‌ huff… Is it?”‌⁠‍

“The​‍‍ difference is subtle,‌​​ but every time‍ you use magic,​ your senses sharpen⁠‌⁠ and the feeling⁠ deepens. Once you​​⁠ truly sense that​ difference, your magical⁠‌ sensitivity reaches another‍‍ level.”

“R…really?⁠⁠ Pant… pant… I can’t breathe…”

Dereck⁠​ leaned closer and⁠⁠⁠ continued:

“That’s⁠​⁠ how you feel‌ the surge of⁠⁠⁠ magical power. Isn’t⁠‌ it fascinating? To‌‌ train the innate⁠ gift we were‍⁠⁠ given this way—isn’t‌ it profound?”

Fascinating?⁠‌​

Let’s​ call it interesting.⁠ Beneath Dereck’s impressive‌‍‍ tone, even filled⁠ with pressure, Denise‍ swallowed dryly. The‍ silver-haired boy before‍ her was completely​​ obsessed with magic.⁠⁠

Denise⁠⁠ could feel her​ magical skills growing⁠‍‍ daily, but she​ couldn’t match Dereck’s‍‍ overflowing vitality. Was‌⁠⁠ it fun?

Honestly,‍ if she set‍ aside her pride,‍ it was fun.‌ When people find⁠‌ joy in something,⁠ the effort poured​ in transforms into​​ achievement.

It​​​ was true training⁠ with Dereck, her‍ magic skills improved‌ rapidly.

But⁠‍⁠ for Denise, naturally‌ reclusive, the training​‍ process itself was‌​‌ torturous. Born like‍​ a freshwater fish,‌ being dragged into‍‌ the sea meant​⁠⁠ drowning.

“Hmm…”⁠‌‌

“Yes,⁠‍ Dereck?”

“It‌‍⁠ seems Lady Denise‍ still doesn’t fully‌​‍ grasp the depth‌‌‍ and thrill of​ this process. Perhaps⁠‍⁠ a different approach‌‍​ is needed…”

“Eh?‌⁠ What do you‍⁠​ mean?”

“As‌ I said. I haven’t taught in⁠‍ years, so there⁠⁠ are many areas‍‍​ where I’m still‌ inexperienced. If Lady‍‌​ Denise doesn’t find‍ magical achievement interesting,‌ it’s clearly my‌⁠ shortcoming as an‌​‌ instructor. I deeply⁠⁠ reflect on that⁠ responsibility.”

Dereck‍ placed a hand​‌‌ on Denise’s shoulder‌​ and spoke seriously:​⁠

“We​​ must switch to⁠​‌ more intense training,⁠ to achieve greater‍⁠‌ feats and find‌‍⁠ it even more​‍‌ exciting. Just brushing‍​‌ the surface isn’t‍ enough; let’s delve​⁠‍ deeper. I’ll also⁠⁠ thoroughly revise the⁠‍ training intensity.”

“What⁠ are you talking‍ about, Dereck? I think magic is⁠⁠‍ really fun. I like magic.”

“Lady‍‌ Denise… you don’t​‌‍ need to comfort⁠ me like that.‍ Such kindness only⁠‍‍ makes me feel‌​ worse.”

It‍ wasn’t kindness—it was⁠​ survival—but Dereck would​ never accept that.‍⁠

“If⁠​⁠ you don’t feel⁠‍​ a sense of‍‌ accomplishment, it’s entirely⁠​ the instructor’s fault.‍ I’m very disappointed⁠‌ in my inadequacy.​⁠ I’m sorry, and​ I promise this⁠ won’t happen again…!”⁠‍‍

“No,⁠ it’s fine. I said it’s fine,‌​‌ Dereck! Where are‌‍ you going? Wait​ for me—aaah!!!”

Dereck‍ already had Denise’s‍⁠ schedule planned out‌‌ in his head.⁠‌ She would attend​​ the upcoming Rose‍‍‍ Salon meeting, then⁠‍‍ join the cultural​⁠‍ reading club that‍‍⁠ weekend. With several⁠‌ liberal arts classes‌⁠ in between, aligning⁠‌⁠ the free moments​⁠ would provide enough‍​ time to train⁠‌‌ toward the next​​ level.

Of​​‍ course, Denise’s own‌⁠‍ desires were another⁠ matter.

***​⁠⁠

In‌ the heart of​ the noble district,‌ women from various⁠‍ salons gathered at‌ the Adelbert Cultural‌‍‌ Hall, the center‌⁠ of cultural exchange‌ for salon members.⁠‌​

The⁠ number of attendees​​ was considerable when⁠⁠ including lesser nobles,​​‍ but in the⁠‌ end, only three​‌‍ women were at⁠ the center: Aiselin,​‍ Ellen, and Denise.⁠​

Many‌‍​ followers greeted them,⁠ spoke sweetly to‌‍ gain favor, and​​ used every chance⁠‌⁠ to send family‌‍ gifts or propose⁠ artistic exchanges.

In​‌‌ recent years, these‌ three young women​​ had led the⁠​‍ Rose Salon centered‍‍‌ around the Adelbert‍ Cultural Hall. But‌ today was expected‌‌ to shake that⁠​​ structure.

Because⁠‌⁠ Diella Katherine Duplain,‌ the younger sister‍ of Lady Aiselin—regarded‍‍ as the most‍ noble woman in‌‌⁠ Ebelstain’s social circle—would‍​ appear at today’s‍​ salon gathering.

All‍‍⁠ eyes followed her⁠‍‌ as she crossed‍ the salon, where​‍‍ luxurious tea was‍‍‌ served. Among girls‍‌‌ her age, she​‍ was small, and​ her movements had‍​‍ a soft, captivating⁠‌ charm.

When⁠‍‌ the doll-like girl,‌ dressed in a beautiful frilled gown,‌ entered the salon​ tea gathering, she‌ inevitably became the‌ center of attention.‌

At‌‍‌ a glance, she‍⁠⁠ looked like a sweet girl you’d​‍ want to hug,​ but those close‌ to the Duplain​⁠‌ family knew her‍⁠‌ past well. She‌‍‌ was one of⁠⁠​ the most notorious‍ troublemakers in Duplain‌ family history.

If​‌‌ Aiselin was a warm spring, Diella‍‌ was a harsh​‍ winter. It was⁠⁠⁠ surprising how two​​‌ sisters so close‌⁠⁠ in blood could⁠‌‍ be so opposite.​

Though‌ she had changed‌ a lot under​‍⁠ the guidance of‍​⁠ a good mentor,⁠‍ it was speculated‍​ her true nature​ hadn’t disappeared entirely.​⁠⁠ Even so, the‌ current Diella had‍ developed social finesse.​ Her rebellious days‍‍ were behind her.​⁠

Still,‍​ if asked whether‌ she was as⁠‍‌ sociable as Aiselin,​ you’d definitely nod.​⁠‍

“Everyone’s​‌ eyes are gleaming,​​​ desperate to establish‍‌ even the slightest‍‍​ connection.”

Diella​ frowned as she⁠‍⁠ stepped up to‌​ the podium, casting​‍ a fleeting glance‍‍‍ at the lesser⁠‍ nobles before smirking.⁠‌‌

Their⁠‌ greed, buried in​​ the secular hierarchy,‍ was clear even‍⁠‌ to this young‍‌ girl.

They‍ might talk about‍ art, philosophy, and⁠‍ magic, but what​ they truly craved‍​​ was exchanging more‍ words with descendants⁠​‌ of prestigious families.‍​

It‍⁠ was easy to‌​ see why a woman from a high noble family​‍‌ might grow arrogant⁠ in society, her⁠ pride towering sky-high.‍‍

Spending‍⁠ whole seasons in‌ that environment, anyone‌​‌ might start to‍​ feel like royalty.​⁠

“I‍ thought I’d hate⁠‌‌ it, but it’s‌​​ not as bad⁠ as I expected.‍⁠‌ I can see​ why people get​​ addicted.”

With​​ a mental sneer,⁠​‍ Diella moved toward​ the tea.

And‍ there, in the⁠‌​ depths, sat a girl chatting with‍‌⁠ a few lesser⁠⁠ nobles. Her long‍ silver-gray hair flowed‍ freely, making her‌‌​ look like a noble angel.

But‌‌‌ whether her inner‍ thoughts matched that​ angelic appearance was​​‍ another matter. She​⁠⁠ was known in‍ society for never⁠ revealing her true‌‍‌ intentions.

She⁠​ looked weary, yet‍​​ still carried the​‌ dignity her reputation‍‌ demanded. It was​​ Denise of the⁠‍ Beltus family.

She⁠‌‌ was the one​‌‍ who had captured​‌‌ Dereck’s heart, despite‍ the fierce competition⁠⁠ to recruit him.⁠

The​‍ Beltus family, with⁠​‌ its grip on‍ power, held Dereck⁠​​ firmly and reportedly​‍‍ never intended to‌‍⁠ let him go.‌‍⁠

“…”⁠

Adjusting⁠ the hem of⁠⁠ her dress, Diella‌‌⁠ approached Denise with‌ a determined expression.⁠

The⁠‍⁠ salon’s attention subtly​ shifted toward the‌⁠ two of them.​​​

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