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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 45: Wild Horse (2)

Chapter 45: Wild Horse (2)

A certain impressive aura​‌‍ made it difficult‍‌‌ to approach Diella‌‌‍ Katherine Duplain naturally.‌​

Many‍ noble ladies gathered‍ at the tea⁠⁠ sat and stared,⁠‍​ unable to step⁠‍ forward with courage.‌

Her‍ aura came not‌⁠⁠ just from being⁠ the youngest daughter​ of the Duplain​‌ family, but from⁠‌ the cold, glacial‌ attitude she projected.‌⁠‌

Of‍ course, for someone‍‌ like Denise, the‌‍‌ Duplain name alone‌ was enough to​‌ keep her from‌​‍ being overshadowed.

Amid‌ her disciplined life,‍ she found tranquility⁠‌​ in the serene⁠ atmosphere of the‌​‍ tea room, relaxing⁠‌ her mind slightly.​​

Thus,‍‌ Denise sat comfortably—until⁠⁠​ Diella’s sudden approach‌⁠ forced her to‌​ adjust her posture.​‌​

‘The⁠⁠‌ youngest Duplain daughter​ is about to‍‌ debut.’

Accustomed​‌‍ to getting irritated​ easily, Denise adopted​‌ the demeanor of⁠⁠‌ a noble lady‌‍‍ and assumed the​‌‍ appropriate courtesy.

Especially⁠⁠ since she often‍ attended Salon Rosé‍ gatherings, where servants​​ adorned her with‍‍ antique jewelry, making⁠⁠ her one of‌ the esteemed trio.⁠

“You‍ are Miss Denise‌​ of the Beltus‌‍​ family?”

Diella’s‍‌​ tone blended rudeness⁠​ and politeness. Though‍ new to Salon‍‌ Rosé, she gave​​ no indication of‍‌‌ intimidation.

With​⁠ a sharp look,⁠​‌ Denise quickly sensed‌⁠ Diella’s temperament.

Her⁠⁠ confidence in a room full of⁠ foreign nobility came⁠‌ from extraordinary pride.‍ She seemed more‍⁠‍ arrogant than courteous.⁠ Though refined by‍‌ good mentors, the​‌ fierceness of a mustang galloping the‌‍ plains still remained‌ in her.

At‍ first glance, it​‍⁠ was clear she​‍ considered most nobles‌ present as inferior.​‌ So her silence​ didn’t discourage Denise—she‌‍⁠ had never regarded⁠⁠ them as equals.‍

Only⁠​‍ because she considered​‍ Denise her equal​ did she bother​ to greet her‍ with minimal courtesy.‌‍‌

But‌ this was a façade; at heart,‍‍ Diella lacked proper‌ manners. If it‌‌ had been Ellen⁠​‍ approaching, she might‌‍ have frowned instantly—but⁠‌ Denise was more⁠‌⁠ forgiving in such​ matters.

“Lady‌⁠ Diella of the‍ Duplain family, right?​ I heard you’d‌​ attend today’s meeting.⁠​ You are as‍ beautiful and dignified⁠‌ as they said.​ It’s a pleasure‌‌‍ to meet you.”‌

“Thank​ you.”

Praises‌⁠ and respectful words‍​ are customary among​‍‍ noblewomen.

After⁠​​ receiving this, it⁠ was Denise’s turn‍‌ to reciprocate. Though‍ she could praise‌​ Diella’s beauty and⁠​​ elegance, she deliberately‌‍ chose not to.‌⁠⁠

‘Bold.’​‍⁠

With‌⁠ that word, Denise‍⁠​ summed up Diella.‍‍ Among newly social​ nobles in Ebelstain,​‍ many were either‍ too passive or‍ too daring.

Diella‍⁠‌ tended toward the‌‌‌ latter. Failing to​​ maintain the proper‌‌⁠ distance wasn’t a grave offense—one naturally‌ learns to navigate​ such social whirlwinds.​⁠​

It‌⁠ could be excused‌⁠ as a moment’s‌ lapse.

But‌ Denise had to​‌ rethink her judgment‌ after Diella’s next‍​‌ words.

“I⁠​ don’t like empty‌ talk, so I’ll‌ get straight to​‌ the point.”

“…”⁠⁠

“I‌⁠ hear Dereck is⁠ with the Beltus​ family.”

In‍‍ short, Diella hadn’t​​ ignored etiquette or⁠ been rude universally—her‌⁠​ hostility was directed‌‌ specifically at Denise.​

The⁠⁠⁠ reason was, ultimately,​ the presence of​‍‍ a respected mage‌​⁠ under Beltus control.⁠‍

“If‌ you mean Dereck…‍‌ Yes, he teaches‌ me magic.”

When‍⁠ Denise heard Dereck’s⁠‌ name mentioned so‌ suddenly, nausea washed‌‍‌ over her. She‍​​ knew that when⁠ this meeting ended,‍ she’d return to‍‍ the grueling physical⁠ training awaiting her‌‌​ at the mansion.‍‌

Lately,​ Dereck had even​​⁠ begun cooking himself,​⁠ claiming it was‍‌‍ good exercise—buying all⁠‌ kinds of food‍ at the market,‌ allowing servants into‌‌⁠ the kitchen. He‍ seemed fully embedded​⁠ in the mansion‍‌ now.

It⁠​ was terrifying.

But​​ she couldn’t reveal‌​ that before nobles,​​‍ so she managed‌‌‍ a tight smile.‌

“He‍ is a good⁠ magic teacher. His⁠‌‌ dedication and daily‍‍‌ lessons are very⁠​⁠ beneficial to me.⁠ There’s no point⁠ bringing him here.”⁠

Diella⁠‍ had been Dereck’s​⁠ first student.

Why​⁠⁠ she favored the‍​ magic-obsessed man was‍‍​ hard to understand—but‌ in essence, she⁠‌ liked Dereck, so‍⁠ it seemed fair‍⁠‌ to speak well‌ of him.

However,​ upon hearing Denise’s‌​‍ words, Diella ground‌‌ her teeth.

“He‌ seems good.”

‘…Good?​‍​ In what way?’‌‍

Diella​ seemed almost pleased‍‌​ by Denise’s satisfied‌​ comment about Dereck’s⁠‌‌ teachings, which seemed‌‍ to irritate her.​​⁠ Now, Denise understood:​ Diella was jealous.​

After⁠ expelling Dereck from​ the Duplain household,​ Diella had longed‌⁠ to reunite with‍‌ him in Ebelstain.⁠⁠‍

But‌​ by the time‌​⁠ of her social⁠⁠‌ debut, Dereck had⁠⁠ become embroiled in‍‍‌ political rivalry between⁠‌ families—teaching a Beltus‌ young woman.

How⁠⁠ much of that‌ was Dereck’s choice‍​ remained unclear. No​‍ matter how strong‌⁠ his will, coming‌​⁠ from a common⁠​​ family, he could⁠ be overpowered if​‍ the three great‍‌⁠ families clashed.

Diella‌ wanted to know—did​​⁠ Dereck truly teach‌‍⁠ Denise of his‌ own volition?

It‌ was hard to‌⁠ believe such an‌⁠⁠ enigmatic character, like‍ a fox, would‍ leave Duplain and‌ refuse Aiselin’s invitation‍‌‍ to teach.

“…”⁠

Seeing‌⁠‍ Diella glare at‍‍ her like a growling dog, Denise⁠ felt the need‍ to gather her‌ thoughts.

Provoking​‍‍ the hostility of‍ a Duplain young‌⁠ lady was a serious matter.

Always‌‍ immaculate in her⁠ composure, Denise knew⁠‌⁠ she had to‌ handle this carefully.​‍

But​‌‌ the more she​‌⁠ organized her thoughts,​​ the more angles⁠⁠ emerged.

‘…So‌ she wants to⁠ take Dereck. My‌ God…’

From⁠‍‌ the outside, it‍​ seemed the Beltus‍‌​ family had iron⁠⁠ control over the‍‍​ magic-crazed man—but in​ reality, it was‍⁠​ he who controlled⁠‌ Denise.

If​​ anyone could claim‍⁠ Dereck, it wouldn’t‍ matter who. But‌ the Duke of​‍ Beltus wouldn’t readily⁠​⁠ allow it.

As⁠⁠ though holding a valuable chess piece,‌⁠ the Duke wouldn’t‍ let Dereck go,​ pursued by other‍ families.

To​ secure him, someone‍‌‍ would need to‍ offer an equally⁠⁠‌ precious gift. Only‌ those from Belmierd‌ or Duplain might‌‍​ manage such a negotiation.

And​​‍ Diella Katherine Duplain‍‍ was more desperate⁠‍ than anyone to​⁠‌ claim Dereck.

Stars‌​ began to shine‌‌ in Lady Denise’s‌‌‌ eyes.

“She’s​ truly noble! A noblewoman has come‍​ for me…!”

The⁠‍​ atmosphere became palpably⁠⁠ tense. A female​ descendant of a distinguished house, newly‍‌​ arrived in Salon‌‌ Rosé, was openly⁠ confronting the most‌ respected woman there.‌

In‍‍ that stiff environment,​‍ where no one⁠‍⁠ dared swallow comfortably,⁠‌​ Denise herself began​ to exude an​​​ aura behind Diella.​⁠

A messenger from the‌‍ gods, sent from⁠ heaven. Seeing her​ noble figure, it​​ felt as if‌​‍ a savior had⁠​ appeared.

“Dereck…⁠ to take him…!‌‌​ Are you declaring⁠‍⁠ you’ll take Dereck‍‌ now…! Oh, God!”‌

Of‌ course, she didn’t‌‍‍ shout it out⁠‌‌ loud, but she​‌‌ desperately wanted to‌​ embrace this beautiful‍‍ doll-like girl.

If⁠⁠​ she could return‍ to a life​⁠ of idling in⁠ bed all day,​ reading third-rate romantic⁠ novels, she’d happily‍‍ abandon such trivial​ pride.

But⁠‌​ reason held her⁠‌⁠ back. Dereck was​​‍ someone the Grand‌ Duke of Beltus‌ himself wanted to​⁠ retain, signing a contract to keep‌⁠ him.

For‌⁠​ her to step‌​ forward and hand‌​ Dereck over to​‌​ the Duplain family,⁠​ openly in the​‍ Salon Rosé meeting​⁠ under many eyes,​ would likely damage‌‌ her status and‌ position within the‌​‍ Beltus family. It‌​ would be seen‌⁠‌ as open defiance⁠‍⁠ of family interests⁠‌⁠ and patriarchal directives.​⁠

Declaring​⁠‌ you’d take Dereck‌ right there, with‌​ so many watching,​⁠‌ would be political​⁠​ suicide.

However,⁠⁠​ opportunities like this‌ were rare. It⁠‌ wasn’t just any‍ family, but a young lady from‌ the Duplain family‍ who wanted to⁠ take Dereck. Denise‍⁠‍ had to make‌ the most of​⁠​ the situation.

“Miss​​​ Denise, you must⁠‍​ think this through​ carefully. The power⁠​ of the Beltus‌ family is immense,‍​​ and although a contract has been⁠‍​ signed, no one​ knows what decision‍‌ Dereck might make‌‍⁠ in future negotiations‍‌‌ with the Duplain‌‍⁠ family.”

Upon⁠‌ hearing those words,⁠ all the noble​ ladies present swallowed‍⁠ hard. To declare⁠ one’s intent to​⁠‌ take someone from‍ another family was‌‌ a serious breach‌‍ of etiquette.

Such⁠‍⁠ a declaration of‍​ war before a lady of the​​ Beltus family—no matter‍⁠​ how angelic Denise‍ appeared—would not be‍ tolerated.

But​⁠ Denise herself wore⁠‌ a peaceful expression,​‍⁠ as though lying​‍‌ in a field⁠⁠⁠ bathed in warm​‍ sunlight.

“Open‌​ provocation, yet remaining⁠​ calm?”

Diella​‌ felt a deep‍ dissonance in Denise’s​ demeanor. Clearly, the​‍​ most prominent woman‌‌ of the Beltus‌‌‌ family wasn’t an‌‍‍ easy rival.

Though​⁠ insulted openly in‍⁠ front of many,​ she calmly assessed‌ Diella’s position, her‍‍‍ serenity amplifying her‍ dignity.

Diella​‍‌ felt like she‍​‌ was facing a massive wall. Denise‌ was the one⁠‌‍ who had won⁠⁠‍ the competition among‌‌ the three great​‍⁠ families and taken​ Dereck. There seemed‍‍​ to be a reason for her‌⁠‌ success—her competence had⁠​ been different from‌⁠ the start.

While⁠ all the nobles‌ in the tea‍​‍ room sweated, Denise‍ replied to Diella​​‌ with a warm‌⁠ smile.

“That’s⁠ true. No one​‌​ knows what the‍‍ future holds.”

“…”​​‌

Diella⁠ clenched her teeth.⁠

To‍​‌ speak so casually‌​​ about taking Dereck,‍ yet remain composed,​‍​ showed she saw‍‌ Dereck more as​ a political tool⁠ than a valuable​ magic teacher.

It‍⁠ was a waste⁠‌ to teach magic⁠ to someone like‍⁠ that, when Dereck’s⁠‍‌ talent was so⁠ precious.

“If‌‌⁠ you want to‍‍ be a good⁠‍ teacher, you must‍⁠ be a student‍ worthy of being​‍‍ taught. It’s clear​ that Lady Diella‌​⁠ is a valuable‍ person who could⁠‌‌ become a great‌‍‌ mage.”

“…”‌

“So,⁠​‌ please, be careful.”‌⁠

It‌ was sincere advice,‌⁠​ without ulterior motive.‍‌⁠ For now, it​‍⁠ was all Denise​ could offer.

But‌⁠ to Diella, it⁠⁠ sounded like provocation.‍‍

“If‌‍ you wish to⁠ see Dereck, send​ a private letter.​​ I can arrange‍ a meeting whenever⁠‌‍ you wish. I’m‍​⁠ willing to help.”‌

“No,‍ thank you.”

Though‍‌‌ genuinely kind, Diella​⁠ clenched her jaw⁠⁠ and turned away‌​ sharply.

A chill lingered in⁠ the air as​ she clenched her⁠⁠ fists and walked‍ away.

“Please,‌⁠ be strong…!”

Even​‌​ in the suffocating⁠ atmosphere of the‌ tea room, Denise​ sent words of‌ encouragement to the‍‍‍ lovely and admirable‌​ Diella, with clenched‍ fists.

All‍⁠⁠ the nobles trembled,‌ but to Denise,‌‌ Diella looked beautiful.‍‍

***⁠

Diella’s‌ pre-debut visit became⁠​‍ the talk of⁠⁠‌ Salon Rosé for‍​ the rest of​ the day. Later,‌​ during the tea⁠‌⁠ gathering, she shared⁠​ pleasant conversations with​‌ Lady Ellen of‍⁠ the Belmierd family‌⁠ and her own‌ sister, Aiselin.

Unlike⁠ her overt hostility⁠‍ toward Denise, she‌​ showed very noble​ elegance with the​ other ladies.

But​ the women of⁠‍ the salon had⁠​ already noticed—Diella possessed⁠⁠​ a wild, untamable​‌ spirit that no‌‌ one could control.⁠‌ Anyone who tried⁠​⁠ to use her​ lightly would be​‍‌ met with a sharp bite in​‍ return.

She‌‌ managed to give⁠ the impression of​‍​ someone not to⁠ be trifled with.‍‌​ After her successful​⁠ debut, there was​​⁠ speculation that she‍‍ might form a new faction alongside‍​ the other three⁠ major ladies of‌​‍ society.

Lesser​​ nobles, swaying like‍​ reeds, feared most‍⁠​ who would become‌ the most influential​ figure in Ebelstain’s⁠⁠ social circle. Ultimately,​‍ choosing a side‍ didn’t just determine‌⁠ personal prosperity, but‌ the future of⁠ family power.

The‍​ dangerous social circle‍⁠‌ of Ebelstain was​ built solely on​ ambition and desire‍ for advancement.

It‍‌⁠ was now a truth that seemed‌⁠ all too obvious.‌ Denise left the‍⁠ tea gathering, tainted⁠ by that ambition,‍​​ and walked through‌‌ the noble district’s⁠⁠ main street. She⁠ chose to walk‍⁠⁠ with her servants‍ rather than take‍‍ a carriage, longing⁠ for some fresh‌​ air.

If⁠‍‌ she went home​‌‌ now, the mage​⁠⁠ would no doubt‍ follow with blazing‍⁠ eyes, reciting the‌ schedule for the‍⁠ next magic training⁠‌​ session. She missed‍ the moments of‌⁠⁠ rest.

“Ugh…”​

Not‌⁠​ only Aiselin, but⁠ Diella too wanted‍ to claim the⁠‍ teacher. Ellen was‌‌‍ also looking for‌ opportunities.

Moreover,‍​‌ as rumors of‍ the great mage⁠‌ spread, lesser nobles‍​ began inquiring, hoping‍⁠⁠ to seize the‌⁠‍ chance.

“I⁠‌​ understand he’s a great mage, but…​‍​ is he really‌‌ worth all this‌ fuss?”

Seeing​⁠ everyone’s reaction, Denise⁠​‍ felt as though‌‌ she was holding‌‌ a massive treasure.​​​ But she herself‍⁠​ didn’t feel superior.‌

“Anyway…‌ if I want​‍ to be free​ of the mage‌ named Dereck soon,‌​⁠ we need a reason. Yes, if‍​ Miss Diella wants‍⁠ him that much…‌​​ let’s give her​‍​ the chance to​‍‍ take him.”

On‍ the way back⁠‍ to the mansion,‍ Denise thought deeply‍ about how to⁠ pass Dereck on‍⁠ to Diella naturally,‍⁠ cleanly, and without‍ consequence.

When‌ she finally settled⁠​⁠ her thoughts, the‌‌​ grand mansion at​‍‍ the corner of​⁠⁠ the noble district‍‌ came into view.​​‌

“…”​

Dereck​‍ stood silently near​ the entrance, arms‍​ crossed. His mercenary‍‌‌ uniform was pristine,‌⁠ and with his‌ striking white hair‌⁠​ streaked with silver,‍ gleaming red eyes,‌⁠‍ and composed expression,‌‌ he was always‍‌​ the same.

Even⁠‌ from afar, his‍ presence was unwavering.​‌‌ Like an unshakable​​ mountain. No matter‌ the chaos, if​​ he was on‍‍⁠ your side, it⁠ felt like he‍ would see you‌‌​ through to the‍ end.

That‌‍ must be the‍‌ key to his⁠ fame as a mercenary. After all,​​ clients wanted someone‍‍ who would stay⁠ until the end.⁠​‌

“You’re‌⁠ back already, Miss‍‍‍ Denise?”

“W-were⁠‌ you waiting here?”⁠

“Yes.⁠‍⁠ You don’t usually​‍​ take the carriage​ for distances you‍‌‌ can walk, right?”⁠‍

Dereck‍⁠ had already memorized​​‌ all of Denise’s⁠‌‍ quirks and little​‍⁠ habits.

“What‍ are you planning‍‌ to do today?”‌

“Nothing⁠ special. The weather’s‌​‌ expected to worsen‌‍ later, so I’ll​​ practice magic inside‌‌ the mansion.”

“Ugh…”‌‌⁠

“We‌ won’t push magic​​​ to the limit.‍ For now, let’s​​⁠ start gently with‍ what you’ve already‌​​ mastered…”

As‍ they naturally discussed⁠ her schedule while​⁠‌ entering the mansion,⁠ for the servants,​​‌ this scene had‍ become completely familiar.​⁠‍ Unwittingly, Denise was‌ being guided by⁠‌‍ Dereck without resistance.‍⁠⁠

Her​ expression still showed‍‌​ dismay, but having‌​‍ accepted her fate,​‍ a part of‌‌ her felt more⁠​⁠ at ease. After​‍‌ all, constantly fighting‌⁠‍ with Dereck no‍‍ longer felt strange.‌‍⁠

This‌⁠‌ is what it​ felt like when‍‍‌ someone seeped into‌​‍ your daily life.​ Like clothes dampened‌ by a drizzle.‍‌

Though‍ she always spoke⁠ of wanting him⁠​ gone, Dereck had⁠‌ already become part​‌ of Denise’s everyday‍​‍ life.

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