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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 46: Wild Horse (3)

Chapter 46: Wild Horse (3)

To‌​⁠ the dear Miss​⁠‌ Diella,

It‍ has been quite​ some time since‍​‌ the end of‌​‍ spring, yet the​ nights remain cold.‌​ During these important​ days for you,‌ I hope you‍ take good care‌ of your health.⁠

The⁠‌ reason I write‌‍ this secret letter‍⁠ with a quill​ is because it​​ saddens me to​ see that you​‍ harbor resentment toward​‍ me.

Although​ I cannot express​⁠ it openly in​ public, I have​⁠​ no reason to‌ be your enemy,‌‌ Miss Diella. Above‍ all, I have‍ always wished to⁠​‍ be rid of⁠ the magic instructor⁠‌ named Dereck whom​‍​ you mentioned.

As⁠ you well know,‌‍ the Beltus family​‍⁠ is not willing‍ to dismiss Dereck.​⁠ Therefore, my desire​​‍ to do so‍​ runs counter to⁠‌‌ my family’s interests.⁠

By‍ expressing this intention,⁠ I feel as‍ though I’m exposing​​ a weakness to‍ you, Miss Diella.‍‌​ If you see​⁠ this letter as⁠⁠ a lie or​‍ a ruse, you​ are free to​​‌ take it and⁠ present yourself directly​‍ to the Beltus‌ family.

If⁠ you deliver this‍​ letter to my⁠​ father, it will​ be reported that⁠​ a noble lady​​⁠ of the Beltus‌ family has acted​‍⁠ against our house.‍⁠ Of course, this⁠⁠ would also gravely⁠‌‍ damage my own‍‍‌ position.

The‌‌⁠ reason I’m revealing‍⁠​ my vulnerability so⁠ openly is simple—our⁠​ interests are aligned.‍

As⁠‌‌ I mentioned, I deeply wish for‍​ someone, anyone, to​‌ take away the‌ magic instructor named‍‍‍ Dereck.

However,‍⁠ I cannot make​‍‍ decisions on matters‌ that affect the‍⁠‍ family’s true interests⁠​ alone, so I would like to​⁠ make a proposal.⁠‍

A magic duel.

I will wager Dereck.‌ Miss Diella, please‌​​ wager something of‌​​ equal value.

Considering‍‍⁠ that the three⁠ great families all‍ covet this magic​⁠ instructor, a trivial‌‍⁠ bet would not⁠‍⁠ suffice for a duel—but in truth,‍ that does not⁠‌ matter. After all,⁠ I intend to‍‌‌ lose the duel.⁠

If‌‍ the Duplain family‍​ wagers something valuable​​ enough to convince​‌​ my father, we‌‍ can make this⁠‍‌ duel a reality.⁠‍

Losing​⁠ the duel and⁠​‌ handing over Dereck‌‍‌ is something I can accept. It‌⁠‍ would be seen‍‌ as a mistake⁠​ on my part,​‌⁠ but not rebellion—rather,‍⁠ an act openly‌​ against the family’s‍‍ wishes. I am‍⁠‍ willing to take⁠​​ that risk.

As​‍ I mentioned in‍​ the tea room,‌ Dereck truly is​ a good magic‌‍ instructor and will​‌ be someone even​‍ more remarkable in‌ the future. But‍‌ I am not‌​‌ worthy of someone‌ like him.

A good tutor shines​​ even brighter when​‌⁠ matched with a good student. I hope someone as​​⁠ exceptional as Lady‍⁠ Diella can take‍⁠ away this treasure‍​​ named Dereck.

Please‌‍‌ respond to me.​‌

I must reiterate: since‍‌‍ my position in⁠ the family is​ at stake, make‍​ sure this letter⁠⁠ is not leaked.⁠

Denise‍​

***​​⁠

Cri,‍ cri.

Dawn‌ arrived accompanied only‍‍ by the chirping‌ of crickets beyond⁠⁠‍ the window frame.​‍‍

In​​‌ the darkness, Denise’s⁠ hand moved swiftly‌ with the quill‍​‍ as she leaned‌ over a small⁠‍‍ candle.

It​‍⁠ seemed quite urgent—she‌⁠ wrote the letter​‌ while occasionally glancing‍‌ at the door​‍ or window to‍ ensure no one​ discovered her.

After‍‍‌ all, she had​⁠ to send this‌‌ letter to Diella⁠‌ somehow, as she‍ was the only‍ one who could​⁠‌ take Dereck away​ right now.

“I⁠⁠ hope there aren’t‌⁠​ any mistakes from‌ my haste… Let’s‌​ read it through‌⁠​ once more. Even‍ if it’s a little clumsy, Lady‍‍ Diella will understand.”​‍‌

Since‍​ it would do​‌‌ no good for​‌ anyone else to‌ know the contents​‌ of this letter,‌⁠⁠ Denise wanted to​‍ finish it quickly.‍⁠⁠

It‌‌ was practically proof​​⁠ that Denise herself⁠ was actively going⁠​ against the wishes⁠​ of the Beltus​​ family. Not even⁠ the family’s servants⁠‌ could be allowed‌ to see it.⁠‍

With‌ that in mind,⁠⁠ she glanced toward‌ the door—and accidentally⁠⁠ met the eyes‌ of the butler,​ who was patrolling​ the hallway late​‌​ at night.

“Ah…”‍‍

“…!”​​⁠

The‍⁠‍ butler also seemed⁠ a bit surprised.​ But he had‌​‍ long been supportive‌‍⁠ of Denise in‍‌ his own way.‌⁠ Without showing panic,​ he whispered softly:‍⁠

“I​⁠‍ sensed a presence⁠‍​ and thought there‍ might be an⁠⁠​ intruder, so I came to check.”​⁠

“I,‌ this… I mean…”​​​

“Oh,‍​⁠ no, it’s nothing.⁠ I’ve confirmed there‌ are no intruders,‌ so I’ll be⁠‍ on my way.⁠ I apologize… um…‌⁠​ for interrupting your​⁠‍ concentration… Please… continue‌⁠ your writing in‍‌‍ peace!”

“…”‌​

The‍‌​ butler, considerate of‌‍​ Denise’s feelings, quickly‌⁠‌ disappeared into the⁠ darkness of the​ hallway. His departure⁠‌‌ felt almost like​‍⁠ a retreat.

“…”‍⁠⁠

Denise⁠‌ couldn’t help falling⁠‍‍ into a distant,⁠⁠‌ complicated mood.

***⁠​

As⁠‌ the seasons changed,​ warmth began to​⁠ spread across the⁠​ southwest of the​‌‌ empire.

The‌ romantic and mild⁠‌​ spring landscape gradually‍ receded, giving way⁠‍‍ to lush greenery.‌ The servants of⁠‌‍ the Duplain estate‌ were busy each‌​⁠ day preparing for‌‌‍ the upcoming heat.​​

Chiek!⁠‍

Ding!‌⁠‍ Clack! Clack!

Though‌‌‌ every day was‍‍ hectic, today was​‌​ certainly even more‌ so.

It‍‌⁠ was the day‌ when the family‍‌ troops, who had​ departed to conquer⁠⁠‍ the White Zone‍​ in the northern‌​ territory, would reunite​ for the first​‍‍ time.

Valerian​‍‌ and Leigh, who⁠​ had brought only‍ their most trusted​‍⁠ lieutenants and outstanding​ soldiers, now entered​‍‍ through the estate‌ gates.

The‍ two brothers, riding‌‍ large white horses,​‌‍ wore thick, splendid​ armor. Following them‌‌ were soldiers and⁠‍ their uncle Flam,‍ who had accompanied‍⁠⁠ them as their‍‌ mentor. A veteran⁠‍ four-star mage, he‍‌‌ had provided the‌​‍ Duke Duplain’s sons‌‌ with valuable knowledge‌​‍ on battlefield command.​

Prince​​⁠ Valerian, the leader‌⁠ of the group,⁠ already radiated the⁠​⁠ dignity of a noble.

“Father.​ The conquest of​‌‌ the White Zone​ remains difficult, but⁠‌ it hasn’t been​⁠ without success.”

Valerian,‍​​ who had returned‌⁠ after repelling monsters‍⁠⁠ in the White‍⁠​ Zone and exploring​ several dungeons, appeared​ several years more‌ mature.

The‌ Duke of Duplain,⁠​ pleased by his‍​ eldest son’s appearance,‍​‍ rose from his⁠‍ desk, approached the⁠‌⁠ still-armored Valerian, and‍ patted him on​‌‌ the shoulder.

“I’m​⁠ glad to see‌‍‌ you return so⁠ spirited from your‍‍‍ first battle.”

“No,​ as I mentioned,⁠ we’ve conquered a few dungeons near⁠⁠‌ the White Zone.⁠‍ Not many, but‌ the monster population‍‌⁠ along the border‌⁠​ has significantly decreased.”‌‍​

“Indeed.‍ You can’t expect‌ to feast with‍⁠‌ the first bite.‍‍‌ It’s enough that⁠​ you’ve returned safely.⁠‍⁠ You must’ve learned⁠​ a lot from⁠ Flam, yes?”

“Yes.‍‍ Uncle, being a veteran soldier, taught‌‍ us much about⁠‌ leading troops. I’m‍ sure we’ll achieve​ even more on‌‍ the second expedition.”‌‍

The​ Duke also looked⁠‌ at Leigh, who‍⁠​ stood behind Valerian⁠​‌ with arms crossed.⁠

The​‍ second son had⁠ grown much sturdier‌ compared to when‌ he trained alone‌‌ at the estate.‍‍​ The other two‍ great families, Belmierd‍​ and Beltus, were​‍ impressive, but one​⁠⁠ reason they could⁠⁠‌ never surpass the‍‍ Duplains was the​‌​ presence of such‌⁠‌ reliable heirs.

Robenalt,‍‌ the eldest of​​⁠ the Beltus family,‍‌‍ was diligent but‌‌‍ lacked talent and‍ capability, still far​​ from reaching his‍​ potential. The Belmierd‌‌ children had either‌‌​ scattered or entered‍ the clergy, leaving‍ their eldest daughter​ Ellen to bear⁠‌ the burden.

However,‍ the Duplain family⁠​ was complete—from Valerian,‌⁠‌ Leigh, and Aiselin⁠ to Diella—no one​ lacking, and many⁠ rumors spoke of‌⁠ the family’s abundant⁠‌ and brilliant offspring.‌‍‍

This⁠ was why Duke​ Duplain could sleep⁠ soundly, even as‌ Grand Duke Beltus‌ and Count Belmierd‌ eyed his position‌ with envy.

“I’ve⁠⁠‍ brought back some‌ soldiers who achieved‍⁠ great feats in​​‍ the conquest of‍ the White Zone.⁠⁠‍ They fought for⁠‌⁠ our house’s glory,​‌​ even risking their​‍‍ lives; please be​​ sure to commend⁠​​ them.”

“Yes.‍ Invite them to⁠⁠​ tonight’s dinner. Aiselin‌ and Diella will‍⁠‌ also come to​ the estate upon​​​ hearing of your‌‌ return. Be sure⁠ to see them‌⁠‍ before dinner.”

“Oh,​ really?”

It‍​ had been a while since Valerian‌⁠‌ had seen his⁠ beloved younger sisters.​‍‌ His face brightened,‌ though Leigh, behind⁠​‌ him, wore a slightly uncomfortable expression.⁠​‌

Aiselin‍⁠‌ was one thing,​⁠‌ but Diella still​‌ seemed uneasy and​ wary around Valerian.‌ The awkwardness from‍⁠​ their turbulent childhood‌‌ memories still lingered.‍​​

Whether​ it was Valerian​​‌ or Leigh, both‌ held a strong‌‌ desire to reconcile‌‌‌ with the teenage‌‍ girl, but Diella’s‍⁠ strange discomfort remained‌ unchanged.

In‌ the end, the​​‌ two strong men‍ would find themselves​‌⁠ bewildered and embarrassed‌​ in front of‌ Diella, their awkwardness​ reminiscent of a third-rate comedy.

“Don’t​​​ worry, Leigh. I’ve⁠ prepared a secret‍‌‌ weapon.”

“…What?”‌‌

Seeing⁠‌⁠ Leigh’s expression, Valerian‌​ seemed to read​⁠ his mind and​⁠⁠ said:

“Don’t‌​‍ you remember that‌⁠ item we took‌⁠ from the dungeon‍‌‌ during the White‌⁠ Zone conquest? It‍​ was Rainteheim clay.”‍‌

“Ah…​⁠⁠ That? I heard​​‍ it’s very valuable—something⁠​ that changes form⁠⁠ based on the‍​ user’s wish. But​‌‍ I also heard‍ it doesn’t last‍​ long, not very​‍ practical…”

“Yes.⁠‍ I used it‌‍‌ to make statues‍‍ of Diella and‍​‌ Aiselin, remembering them​‌ during the battle.”⁠

Valerian‍ pulled statues resembling‍​‍ Diella and Aiselin‌ from a leather‍‌​ bag carried by‌‌‍ a servant.

“What⁠​⁠ do you think?​‌‌ The quality is‌​ far better than‌ the failed homemade‍‌‍ dolls I made⁠ last time, right?‍‍‌ It was careless​⁠ of me to⁠ try to win​ my sisters’ hearts⁠ with something so‍ silly.”

“…”​⁠⁠

“I’m‍‌‍ sure they’ll applaud‍​⁠ and be amazed.‍​‌ These don’t just⁠‌ capture the beautiful⁠​‌ appearance of Aiselin​ and Diella, but‍⁠ also their dignified⁠ presence.”

The‍ butler, observing from⁠​‍ behind, grew visibly‌ gloomy. The statues‍​​ were so lifelike‍​ they were eerie—more⁠‍ frightening than impressive.‌‍​ Their appearance was‌‌​ such that one‌‌‍ could call them‍‍ cursed dolls without‍‍‌ exaggeration.

Leigh,‍​‌ staring at the​ statues, wore a serious expression for⁠‍​ a moment, then‍ looked Valerian in‌‍ the eyes and‍‌ said confidently:

“Oh…‌‍‍ This is amazing,⁠‌ brother. A cute‌⁠ gift will surely⁠​‌ cheer them up.​‌‍ When did you⁠ prepare something like‍ this?”

In‌⁠ truth, he wasn’t​ very different from⁠ Valerian.

“Haha…⁠⁠‌ How could I not think of​⁠‍ family, even amid‌⁠ the chaos of​ battle? Returning home⁠‍‍ after so long‌‌ truly puts my‌ heart at ease.”⁠‌​

Valerian’s⁠‌​ face beamed warmly,⁠‍⁠ eager to see‌‌ his dear younger‌​‌ sisters.

Still,‍ he had one​ more thing to​‍​ report. After all,‍ the most important‍ news hadn’t been‍⁠ shared yet.

“Anyway,‌‍ the most important‍‍ report remains. During‌‌‍ the conquest of⁠ one of the⁠ White Zone dungeons,​ we found a magical weapon in‍‍⁠ its deepest part.‍⁠​ It’s stored in⁠ a carriage; I’ve​⁠‌ already instructed the‍‌‌ servants to bring‍‍⁠ it to the⁠⁠‌ warehouse.”

“Oh,⁠⁠ really? If it’s⁠⁠‌ an item from‍ a White Zone​⁠ dungeon, it must⁠​ be quite extravagant.⁠⁠ I’ll have to‍ inspect it myself.”‌⁠

“…However…”‍

Valerian’s​‌​ expression turned a bit uneasy. Leigh‌⁠ also lowered his​​⁠ gaze. Noticing something​ was off, Duke‌ Duplain stroked his‌‌‌ beard and asked:⁠⁠

“…Is‍​‍ there a problem?”​​​

“…It’s‌‍‍ a rather large⁠⁠ staff, and it‌ seems to be‌⁠​ an item used‌‍ for necromancy. You⁠⁠ might want to⁠‍ take a look.”⁠​‌

The‍ Duke’s expression gradually‌‌ darkened.

He‍ had heard that‍ treasures buried in‌ the White Zone‌ tended to be‌ strange, but this⁠​⁠ one seemed especially⁠‍‍ unpleasant.

***⁠

“Ah.”‍​

Denise‌‌‌ suddenly opened her⁠‌ eyes in bed,‌​ and the morning‌‍​ birdsong flowed into⁠​ the room through⁠‍ the window frame.‍‍

It‍ was early morning.⁠‌‌ Or rather, dawn.​

Ever‍⁠‍ since she had‍‌⁠ started sharing her‌ daily routine with​ Dereck, waking up​⁠ early had become‍‍ normal. Lately, she‌ would wake up‌‌ automatically at dawn.‍‌

Now‌‌ fully adapted to‌​​ Dereck’s lifestyle, Denise‍‌ felt a mix⁠ of complicated emotions,​ but since she‍ was already awake,‍​ she had to​⁠ get up.

Dereck‌ maintained such a precise routine that​​‌ it made one‍‌‍ question whether he‍⁠‌ was a machine.​

Within‍‍ five minutes of‌‍ Denise waking up,‌‌ he would open⁠⁠ the door and‍‌ read her the⁠ day’s training schedule.​​​

Then,⁠‌ as usual, Denise‌ would grimace as⁠⁠⁠ if she’d just​ swallowed sand, drink​‌ a glass of​​ milk, leave her‍⁠​ messy hair down,‍‌⁠ and go through‍ her morning routine‍‌ half-alive.

The​ sequence of events‍​ was so easy​​ to imagine that‍ Denise wanted to​‍ cry as soon‍ as she opened‍​‌ her eyes.

During‍ those five minutes​ before Dereck barged⁠‍​ in, she could‍⁠‍ feel her life’s⁠⁠⁠ flame slowly dimming.‍‌ It was a rather happy life.⁠‍⁠

“…”​

But⁠⁠​ ten minutes later,​⁠ Dereck hadn’t shown‌‍‍ up. Only the​ peaceful chirping of‌ birds filled the​​​ quiet and tranquil‍​⁠ room.

“…What?⁠ Did that man-machine‍⁠ mess up his‌⁠ schedule?”

It‌‍‌ was the first​ time in months⁠⁠‍ that the man,​⁠​ who had never‌ missed a single‌ appointment, displayed erratic‍⁠ behavior.

Struggling,⁠⁠ Denise sat down​‍​ at the table‍‌⁠ in the middle​​ of the bedroom.‌​⁠ After stretching her‌ stiff body and‌​ yawning, the pleasant​‌ morning air filled​ her lungs.

Soon‌‍‌ after, a maid​‍ arrived to check​ on Denise.

“Lady​‌‍ Denise, you’re already⁠‍‌ awake. I’ll tell‍‍ the kitchen to​⁠‌ prepare breakfast.”

“Ah,‍​ yes, that… But,​ didn’t Dereck come?”‍⁠

“Yes,‌​‍ I was about‌‌ to mention it.​ The captain of⁠ the Beldern Mercenaries,⁠‌ Jayden, was seriously​​ injured and requested‍⁠​ urgent leave. The‌ Duke has approved​​⁠ it, so it‌⁠ seems your schedule‍ will be cleared‍‍‍ for today.”

This‍‍​ was undoubtedly good‌⁠ news. It was‍⁠⁠ the perfect opportunity​ to deliver the‍​ letter she had⁠‍ worked so hard‍ to write to‌ Diella.

“…Really?”⁠

“Yes.⁠⁠ I was informed‌ that the leader​ of the Beldern​⁠ Mercenaries has a special connection with‌⁠‌ him and approved​⁠ his request. He‌ apologizes for the‍​⁠ sudden schedule change​‌ and promises to‍ make up for‍‍ today in any⁠ way necessary.”

“No,‍⁠ that’s not necessary.‍⁠ No compensation or⁠‌‌ apologies needed.”

Denise‌ suddenly imagined a world in bloom.‍ There was nothing‍ to do. Her‍‍‌ daily schedule was​⁠ completely free.

She‍‍‌ felt as though​​ her whole body​ was submerged in⁠⁠⁠ honey, an illusion‌​‌ caused by her‍ present happiness—something she‍‍‌ hadn’t experienced in​‌ months. Dereck wouldn’t‍ be coming. That‌​ man, a harbinger‍‌ of hell, wouldn’t‌ show his face⁠‌⁠ all day.

She‍‌ couldn’t believe it,⁠ even as she‌ repeated it to​‌‌ herself. But this⁠​ was the reality⁠⁠ she faced. Dereck⁠ hadn’t come to​⁠ the mansion, not​​ even at training⁠ time.

“This​​ can’t be…”

Dazed,‍ Denise quietly moved‍ toward the window‌ to look outside.​ A vast panorama‌ embraced her. This​ was life. This‍ was living. The‍​ lost routine, the‍‌‍ lazy days as⁠⁠ precious as gold‍⁠ and silver, had‍ returned to the‌⁠​ girl’s embrace.

With‌​​ tears welling up,​ Denise flopped back‍⁠ onto the bed.​‍‌

“I’ll‌‍ skip breakfast.”

“Will‌⁠ you? Then I’ll‍‍​ relay the message.”⁠‌⁠

After‌ dismissing her maid,​‌⁠ Denise pulled out⁠ all the wonderful‌ books she had‍⁠‌ bought but never⁠ read.

‘Lady‍ Apfelroc,’ ‘The Duke‍‍ of Loen’s Wolf,’‌‌​ ‘Honey and Love,’⁠​‍ ‘The End of‍‌ Flirting,’ ‘The Star⁠ of Levantein’… She‌​ piled up countless‌​‌ masterpieces, wondering which‌ one to read‍⁠ first.

However,​‌ after putting them⁠​⁠ off for so‌​​ long due to‌ training, she hesitated,‌⁠‍ unsure where to⁠‌ begin. After all,‍ Denise typically read⁠‍⁠ books in the​​​ afternoon or evening,‌⁠ not in the​​ morning when her⁠ mind was still⁠‌‌ foggy.

“Hmm…”​

The​ girl lay back​​‌ in bed again.⁠ She gazed at⁠⁠ the ceiling through​​ the space between‍ the scattered books.⁠

A fresh dawn breeze‌⁠ stirred the window‍‌ curtains, filling the​‍‍ quiet room.

Silence.⁠⁠⁠

The‌⁠​ young mage who⁠‍ remembered every little⁠‍​ detail about Denise⁠⁠ and worked tirelessly‍‌ for her was‌⁠ no longer there.‌ Her bedroom felt‌‍ like a vast‍ emptiness due to​‍‌ the absence of‌⁠‍ a single person.⁠ It made her​​ realize just how‌ hard he worked.‍‍‍

“…What​ did I used​​​ to do at‌⁠⁠ this hour?”

Sometimes,​ when you immerse⁠⁠ yourself in something‍⁠‍ for so long,‌ you forget what⁠ your routine used‌‍​ to be. So⁠ Denise simply stayed‍​ there, calmly staring‍‌ at the ceiling.​‍‍

It​‌‌ was a day‌⁠ without Dereck.

***⁠

Creak.​‌​

‘Tears‍ of Beldern’ was‌ temporarily closed.

After⁠​ returning to Ebelstain,⁠‍‍ Dereck had been​​ too busy with​‍⁠ assignments from the​‍⁠ Beltus family. He‌​⁠ had passed by⁠ the tavern a few times to⁠ check in, but⁠​‍ the last few‌ weeks had been⁠⁠ so hectic that⁠ he could barely‌‌‍ reach the tavern‍⁠‌ street.

So,​ after his long-awaited⁠ return, when he‌‌ opened the main​⁠ door of the‍ bar, only the‌‌ dusty counter welcomed​‌ him.

Dereck‍ nodded and then‌ walked through the⁠‌​ inner kitchen to​ the door of⁠​ the back room.⁠

“I’m⁠‍ coming in.”

He⁠⁠ said it casually‌‌ as he opened‌⁠ the door and‌​ saw Jayden lying‌​‍ flat on the⁠ wide floor of⁠‌ the back room,‍​ with Pheline tending‍ to him.

The‍‍ atmosphere was clearly‌‌‌ grim.

“Oh,‍​​ long time no‍ see. As you‍​ can see, I’m⁠‍‍ in no shape‌ to greet you.”‌‌‌

“Jayden…”‍

Beside​ Jayden, who spoke‍‍⁠ in a relaxed‍⁠‌ tone, sat Pheline​‌​ with a complicated​ and polite expression.‌‍

Unlike‍⁠ usual, she hadn’t⁠ tied her platinum‍​ blonde hair into‌ a ponytail. Instead,⁠‍ she wore it‍‌‍ loose and disheveled,‍​ draped in a robe. Dereck swallowed​⁠ hard and sat​⁠‌ in a wooden​ chair in the‌‌‌ corner of the​‌ room. Then he‍​ spoke in a low voice.

“Did‌ you return from‌ a dangerous mission?”‍‌‌

“Heh…⁠ To make the⁠‌ busiest man rush⁠ over, I must‍‍⁠ be getting old.”‍⁠⁠

When⁠‍ Jayden lifted his‍‌⁠ upper body, Dereck’s‍​ expression grew tense.‌

“I’ve⁠‍‍ been to the‌​‌ White Zone Labyrinth.”‌‌

As‌‍​ he struggled to⁠ sit up, Jayden‌‌⁠ was missing his‍ left arm. Only⁠‌‌ a neatly wrapped‌‌ bandage remained in⁠‌ its place.

“There’s⁠ something I need​‍ to tell you,⁠⁠ Dereck.”

Jayden’s​​ expression and voice‍⁠‍ turned serious. It⁠‍​ was not an​⁠ ordinary occasion.

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