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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 47: Value (1)

Chapter 47: Value (1)

Value⁠ (1)

Jayden​‍ was, at times,‌⁠ a man who‍‌ wielded a greatsword⁠ and marched into⁠ battle.

He⁠⁠ could spend his‍ days lounging around,‌‍ polishing glasses in‍ a corner of​​ the tavern without⁠ trouble earning a living—but he had⁠​ ambitions.

The‍ Dawn War, which‌​‍ broke out when‍ the giant northern⁠‌ monster Zvet emerged‌‍​ from a labyrinth.‌⁠

Since​ then, after wandering​​ through countless battlefields,​​⁠ he found peace​ only amid a sea of blood,‌​ not in the​⁠ home where he⁠ was born and‌⁠ raised.

“Growing‌⁠​ up, I earned‍⁠‌ my living by‍​ the sword, devoting‍ my life to‍‍ the battlefield with⁠⁠​ no company and‍‍ no worthy descendants.‌⁠​ To me, my​‌ friends were my​ family.”

That’s⁠‍​ why it wasn’t​‍ strange that he‍‍ harbored the ambition​⁠ to form a respectable mercenary group.​‌ The battlefield was‍​ part of his‍‍ life; his goal​ was to gather‍ and retain as‍ many wandering souls‍‍⁠ as possible.

However,⁠‍‍ life on the⁠​ battlefield was like​​ walking a tightrope​ and could end​ at any moment.​​‍ He had seen​⁠​ many comrades lose​‌‍ their sanity.

“This‌⁠ time, it almost​ got my neck.‌​‍ Luckily, I escaped​ with just the‍⁠⁠ loss of an‌ arm. Seems my​ luck hasn’t run⁠⁠ out yet, hahaha.”‌‌⁠

“Boss,​⁠ you’re a veteran.‌ I never imagined‌​ the White Zone⁠​‌ Labyrinth would be​⁠ so dangerous.”

“I‌​‍ was ambushed by‍ a giant sandworm‌⁠ hiding underground. If​‌ I’d been any​ closer to the‌ wall, my head​‍⁠ would’ve flown off‍​‌ in one hit.”​

“A​‍ sandworm showed up?”‌​‌

Even‍​ during the horrific​ Dawn War, they​‌ were among the‍​ monsters that claimed​ the most lives.‌⁠‍

To​‍ the sandworms swimming​‍​ beneath the earth,‍‌​ humans who entered‍‍‌ underground labyrinths were​​‌ nothing more than​​‍ prey voluntarily walking‍​⁠ into their jaws.⁠​⁠

“Even‌ so, I managed⁠‌ to slice its‌‍ neck properly. After‌⁠ getting revenge, my⁠ heart felt at​​ peace.”

“You​ took it well…​ It’s a serious‍​ wound, and the‌​ aftereffects will be‍ significant. It’s amazing⁠⁠​ you can laugh‌​⁠ in a situation​‍ like this.”

“I’m⁠⁠ not too happy‍⁠⁠ about it, since⁠‌ I’ll have to‌‌⁠ shut down the⁠​ tavern and rest.​⁠ But it’s better‌⁠ than not getting‌​ revenge at all.”‍‌

Jayden​ was a man‌ who could laugh⁠‍ heartily even after‌ losing an arm.⁠‍
Dereck looked at‌‌ Pheline, who shook⁠⁠ her head in‍ disbelief.

Even⁠‍ at his age,‍‍‍ Jayden’s desire to⁠‌‍ wander the battlefield‍ was admirable, but⁠‍ it was inevitable‍⁠ to worry about‍‌ such a serious‍‌ injury.

“Lately,‌​ since the Duplain‌​⁠ family began leading​​ the White Zone‌‍ clean-up, other nobles‍​ have been sending‍⁠ more expedition requests,‍​ Dereck.”

This‍⁠‍ seemed to be‌​‍ Jayden’s main point.‌

The‍‌‍ official cleanup of‌ the White Zone⁠‌ was led by​⁠‍ the Duplain family’s⁠‍‍ troops. However, as‌​‍ new areas were‌‍​ opened, other factions‌ began to emerge.​‌​

Major​‌ houses like the⁠‍ Beltus family were⁠‍‌ drooling at the‍‍⁠ prospect of conquering​‍⁠ the White Zone,‍ but they needed⁠⁠‌ the Duplains’ permission‍ to proceed. The​⁠​ story was different‍​​ for minor nobles⁠​ and mercenary groups.‌⁠‌

They‌​‌ began exploring smaller‌‍⁠ labyrinths on the​‌ edges of the​ White Zone, using​‍ the routes opened⁠‌⁠ by the Duplains.‍⁠​

Controlling‍‍​ these groups wasn’t‌​ easy, and the‍⁠ Duplains didn’t interfere​ with minor movements,‍‌‌ especially when it‌⁠ wasn’t necessary—often resulting‌ in unfavorable consequences.‌

Adventurers‍​‍ with questionable skills‍ who challenged the⁠ White Zone often​ lost their lives.​​‍

Even​‍ Jayden, a survivor⁠‍⁠ of countless battles,⁠ had to sacrifice‍ his arm in​‌‌ that perilous labyrinth.​​ If luck wasn’t‌⁠‍ on their side,‍⁠ those dreaming of‌‍‍ fast riches found​​ only a grave.​‌‍

“Dereck.‍⁠‍ If any request‍⁠‍ to explore the⁠ White Zone comes‍ your way, turn​ it down. I’ve⁠ seen it with‍‌​ my own eyes—something’s‌ not right. We⁠ need to observe‍‍⁠ the situation for⁠ a while.”

“What​‍ do you mean‌​ by ‘go’?”

“I’ve⁠ visited almost every‌‍ labyrinth since the​‍ Dawn War, but​ I’ve never encountered⁠‍ one so unstable‍ and unpredictable. Unless​ you’re using troops‌​ with four-star mages⁠‍ like the Duplains,‌ and advancing in​ large numbers… almost‌ no labyrinth is‌‌ penetrable by adventurers.”​​

He​⁠ had read plenty‌ about the dying⁠‍ vegetation and foul‌ aura of the‍‌ White Zone in⁠ books.

Dereck‍⁠‌ rested his chin⁠‌‌ on his hand,​ listening intently to‌‍​ Jayden’s words.

“I​‌⁠ couldn’t bear to⁠​ see you die,‌​‍ Dereck.”

“…”⁠⁠‌

Even‌‍ missing an arm,​‍ Jayden was still⁠⁠‍ spouting nonsense. That‌ was the kind‌ of man he‍ was—a seasoned old⁠⁠‍ mercenary.

***‍​‌

A golden opportunity like‍‍ this—without Dereck’s presence—was‌‌ rare.

Denise‍​‍ sent a letter‍ to the Duplain​⁠ family through Bella,⁠ her most loyal‍ maid. Alone in‍‍ the mansion’s garden,‌‌⁠ she sat with‌⁠⁠ a satisfied smile‌ on her face,​‍‍ basking in the​‍‍ unusual silence.

Diella,​‍ upon reading the​​‍ letter, might hesitate,​⁠ but in the‌ end, she would‌ surely challenge Denise​⁠‍ to a magical‍‍‌ duel. After all,⁠​​ Diella would stake‍ everything to take‌‌ Dereck away.

So‌​ the plan was​​‌ to intentionally lose‍⁠ the duel—a bitter⁠​ and sorrowful act,‍ but a promise‍ was a promise,‌‌‍ and Dereck would‌‌ be handed over.⁠

That​‌‍ way, she could​ reclaim these peaceful‍‍ days.

It⁠‌ meant finally escaping​ from the magic‌‌‌ instructor who, even‌​‍ with the slightest‍⁠‍ push, was constantly‍‍‍ at her heels⁠​ all day long.​​​

“The‍​ blame for losing‍‌‍ the most promising⁠‍ magic instructor in⁠⁠ Ebelstain’s social circle…‌⁠ it’s inevitable, but​ I’ll bear it.⁠‍⁠ I’ll have to⁠‌‍ earn a similar‍‍​ reward some other​ time.”

Though‌‍⁠ the plan was‌ set, a persistent⁠​ pressure lingered in‌⁠ her chest. Time‍‍​ passed into the​​ evening, the sky‌​‌ soaking with tranquil,⁠ drifting clouds.

As⁠ summer approached, the⁠ center of the⁠⁠ garden warmed, occasionally‌⁠​ attracting insects.

Still,‌‍ Denise remained outside,​⁠​ gazing at the⁠‍ sky instead of‍‍​ retreating indoors.

“Is‌‍​ a day really‍ this long?” she‍​ mused, feeling the⁠​ contrast with the​ recent days that​‌‍ had flown by‍⁠​ like arrows.

Without⁠​ Bella and Dereck,‌⁠ her faithful companions,‍⁠‍ the silence felt⁠‍ even deeper. They​⁠⁠ had always been‍ there to speak⁠ with her.

Bella​ exchanged lighthearted banter,‍‌ while Dereck grumbled‍‍ or delivered ominous‌⁠‍ prophecies.

After⁠ a day full‍ of chaos, now‍ alone in her‌‌‌ free time, old‌‍​ memories stored deep​ in her subconscious‍⁠ began to stir—memories⁠ of the past.‌⁠⁠

The⁠​‍ elders of the‌ Beltus family stroked‌‍ her hair and⁠​​ smiled. They rejoiced​ at her magical‍​ achievements, saying she⁠⁠ would one day‌‍ be the family’s‌‍⁠ pride, their wrinkles‌ deepening with joy.⁠​‌

Noble⁠ ladies competed to⁠​ speak with her,‍​ even quarreling amongst​‍‍ themselves.

The⁠‍​ incompetent heir, Robenalt,‍ felt inferior and​​‌ envious of his‍‌‌ skilled sister, but⁠⁠ in the end,‌ he admitted it‍ sincerely.

Since​​ childhood, she’d seen​‌⁠ notes from her‌​⁠ mother tucked between​​‍ magic books:

“Always​​ loved, the pride​​‌ of our Beltus⁠ family.”

The​ handwriting radiated familial‍​ pride.

“It’s⁠ meaningless, really.”

Suddenly,‌ Denise let out‍ a bitter laugh,‌ reclining in the⁠ garden’s elegant wooden⁠ chair.

She‌​​ knew well that​‍‌ all the admiration‍ could turn into‍‍ disappointment with a single misstep. She‍‌​ didn’t have to⁠ look far—other family⁠​‍ members had experienced​⁠ it.

Countless‌‍ once-praised prodigies had‌‌‌ fallen and vanished‌‍ into obscurity.

Hope‌ always carried the⁠ possibility of disappointment.‍‌‌ Denise only wanted‌‌‍ to be free‍⁠ of that exhausting‌⁠⁠ pressure. One couldn’t⁠ live off achievements‍ alone.

Preparing‌‌​ for failure was‌⁠ essential for a stable life. The​ same applied to⁠‍ the expectations of⁠ others.

It‌‍​ wasn’t that nothing​​ was expected of​‌ her, but it​​ wasn’t a devotion‌​⁠ bordering on worship‍​⁠ either.

She​ wasn’t lacking in‌‍ achievements, but neither‍‍‌ was she a heroine in her⁠‌ lineage.

Not‍​⁠ too much, not⁠ too little. Somewhere​‍​ between hot springs⁠⁠ and cold baths,​‌ in that incomprehensible‍ warmth, Denise finally‌ felt the desire‍ to swim.

She‌‍ suddenly remembered the‌ most noble lady⁠​ of the Duplain‍⁠ family, adored by⁠⁠‌ all, always standing⁠‍⁠ tall.

“…”‌

Denise‍‌⁠ could never be⁠ like Aiselin.

Their‍‌⁠ fundamental mindsets were‌‌ completely different.

“Sigh…”​‌​

Driven​ by a vague⁠ restlessness, Denise rose​⁠‍ from her seat.‍⁠⁠ She could’ve returned⁠‌ to her bedroom‍‍ and enjoyed her‌​ favorite books, but‌‌‍ instead, she raised‍⁠‌ her hand toward​ the void, sensing​⁠‌ magical energy. That‍​ distance compelled her‍‌ to manifest magic—even⁠‍ just once.

The​​​ magical energy at​ her fingertips fused⁠ into a single‌‍ point, then spread‍​⁠ throughout her body.​‌ The magical flow⁠‌ that Dereck always⁠‌⁠ emphasized. In truth,⁠‌ attuning to that‍ feeling was Denise’s​‍‌ forte.

Born‍‍ into the Beltus‌‌ family, she was​ never lacking in‍​ innate magical power.‍‌‌ What she lacked‍⁠ was technique and‍ will. Denise’s greatest‌​‌ flaw was her‌ lack of will.​

Dereck‍⁠​ knew this well—that’s​‍ why he constantly‌ pushed her. Once‍⁠‌ pushed, one had​‍ to start running,​‍‌ even if only⁠‌‍ at a light‌​‌ trot. That’s human⁠‍‍ physiology.

And⁠ once you started⁠ trotting, your body​​⁠ adjusted. What someone‌ like Denise needed‍ was strong consistency,​ even if she​‍‌ resisted to the⁠⁠ end.

Swish.​​

The⁠⁠ magic emanating from‌ Denise’s fingers began⁠‌⁠ to fill the‍⁠ surroundings. The hem‍ of her beautiful‍‍ dress fluttered, and‌ the surrounding grass‍ swayed. In the‍‌‌ midst of that⁠‍​ magical wave, Denise‍⁠‍ clenched her fist‌⁠ and cast it⁠‍⁠ forward.

“Oh,‍‍‌ magical flow that‍ watches all—”

Her‍‌ silvery-gray hair swayed‍‌ several times. Soon,‍ Denise’s fully-constructed magical‌ formula filled the​ surroundings.

It⁠‌‍ was the second-tier‍‌ detection spell: “Surveillance.”‍‍⁠ It covered the​‌‌ area with magical⁠‍‍ circle energy, detecting⁠‌​ any anomaly, magical​ fluctuation, or physical​ movement—missing nothing.

The​ range of this‍‌⁠ ability varied by‌ the magician’s skill.‍⁠ It was said‍ that Drest, a six-star seeker mage,⁠⁠​ could cover several​​⁠ large castles.

Denise’s‍‍‌ magic barely covered‌ a corner of⁠⁠ the garden. However,⁠ within that range,‌ anyone with magical‍ ability below hers​ would be thoroughly​⁠ exposed.

The‍​ true value of‍ detection magic lay‍​‍ in its informational⁠⁠ superiority. Once caught​⁠⁠ in a seeker⁠‍⁠ mage’s web, there‍​​ was no escape.‍‍

“Gasp…‍ Ah… I can…​ do it.”

Denise‍‌ panted.

For‌​‍ her, manifesting a second-tier spell was‍​​ a strenuous task.‌‌⁠

It⁠⁠‍ didn’t last long,‌ so it was​‌ almost useless for⁠​ surveillance. But the‍⁠ fact she could‌ do it was‌⁠⁠ amazing.

Didn’t⁠‍ the entire duel⁠‌‍ shift in Aiselin’s⁠‌​ favor simply because⁠ she cast the​‌‍ second-tier spell “Fireball”?‍ Denise could do​⁠‌ the same if‌‌ she gritted her⁠ teeth and pushed⁠‍⁠ herself. But she‍ chose not to‌ show it.

That⁠ was Denise’s essence.​‌

“Phew…​ Ah… It’s hard,‍‍⁠ but… at least‌‍‍ this much—”

“The⁠‌​ outer layer of‌⁠ your magic formula‍⁠​ is disrupted. It’ll‍ create a blind‌⁠ spot in your‍‌ detection range.”

Denise‌‌‍ nearly stopped breathing.‍

Having​‍ deployed her “Surveillance”⁠ spell, this area⁠⁠ was her territory.‍⁠⁠

Yet​‍ Dereck’s voice came‌‍ from right behind‌‌ her. Turning around,​ she saw him‍ fixing his clothes‌⁠ after finishing his⁠ task.

Even‌ within a magical‍⁠ web like this,⁠​ she hadn’t sensed‌⁠ his presence at​‌ all.

“You—you…⁠‌‌ When did you‌ get here…?”

“If‍ you lose focus,‍ your magical energy‌ will entangle and⁠​ drain you faster.‌ Maintain the spell.”⁠

Denise​ tried to speak,‍‌ but Dereck locked‍⁠ eyes with her​ and stepped forward,​⁠‌ releasing his own⁠⁠⁠ magic.

Though⁠​ Denise had expertly‍​‌ manifested a second-tier‍ detection spell, Dereck‌ didn’t show any⁠‍ sign of confusion.​

He’d​ already gauged Denise’s​ abilities in previous‍‌​ sessions.
He had known​ for a while​​​ that she wasn’t​⁠ using her full⁠ strength.

That’s​​‍ why he kept‍‍ pushing.

Clench!‌‌

When​⁠ Dereck closed his​​⁠ fist, Denise’s magical​ formula trembled.

The‌‌‍ magical energy he⁠ unleashed made it‌‍ difficult to maintain​​ her spell.

He⁠⁠ was deliberately interfering‌​ with her magic.​‌‌

“In⁠‍ the end, detection​‌​ spells often face‍ off against other​⁠ detection spells. Only⁠ a higher-tier detection‍​⁠ spell can counter‌⁠‌ another.”

“Dereck…⁠ how do you…​ manipulate this magic⁠ formula…?”

“From‍‍ now on, I’ll​ intentionally interfere with‌‍​ Lady Denise’s magical‍‌ formula. The more⁠‍​ you resist, the‍⁠⁠ more you’ll strengthen‍‍⁠ your ability to⁠‍⁠ withstand external interference.”​

With​‍​ another jolt from⁠⁠ Dereck, her formula​​ shook violently.

Denise,⁠ out of habit,⁠ mobilized the magical‍ energy within her‌​‌ body to resist.⁠ But Dereck’s power‌​ didn’t wane after​‌‍ a single clash.​‌⁠

When​⁠‍ detection spells collided,‌​‌ they competed to​​ devour each other’s‍‍ territory.

“I’d‌‌ heard that, in‍‍‌ large-scale wars, battles​⁠‌ between seeker mages​‍⁠ over territory often​‍‍ determined the outcome‍​​ of the battlefield.”‍

Until​ now, it had‌ only been rumors—but‍ facing an opponent​ using magic so‍‍⁠ directly, so powerfully,‌ was a first​‌ for her.

Even⁠‍‍ as an instructor,⁠ no one had​‌‌ truly engaged in⁠ magical combat with‌ a noble lady‌‍ like this before.‌

But‍⁠​ the mercenary-turned-instructor knew‍ nothing of such‌⁠ decorum.

Dereck‍⁠ was extremely pragmatic​ and didn’t revere​⁠ Denise’s noble lineage.‌

To​ him, she was‍‌‍ a noble lady‍ deserving of basic‌ courtesy—but essentially, just‍ another student. As‍‍ their magics clashed,​⁠ that truth became‍ more evident.

Most⁠ nobles would’ve felt‌ insulted, yet strangely,‌‌ Denise’s lips curled‌ into a smile.​‌​

“Don’t‍ regret this.”

Denise⁠⁠⁠ summoned all her​​ magic with sincere⁠⁠ effort. After all,‌ she didn’t need​ to show restraint‌‌‍ to an instructor⁠‍ she’d soon dismiss.‌‍‌

After‍⁠ a full day‌ of absence, she‌‌ was determined to⁠​ unleash her magic‌‍ on the instructor‌‌⁠ who had just‍‌⁠ reappeared.

She‍ rarely exerted her‍​‌ full power—maybe once​​‌ or twice a year at most.⁠​‍

Dereck‌ accepted her magic‍‌ nonchalantly.

It⁠⁠​ was the first‌ time Denise smiled⁠⁠‍ during training.

***‌​

“It’s​​ oddly comforting when‍⁠‍ the trap is⁠ so blatantly obvious.”‌

In‌ the Duplain family⁠‍​ chambers.

Sitting​​ alone, honing her​​‍ magical senses, Diella​‍‍ snorted as she‍‍ read the letter⁠‌‍ from Denise.

“I’ll⁠ wager something valuable‌⁠ and challenge you‌​⁠ to a magical‌‌ duel. I’ll lose‌​⁠ on purpose.”

Diella‌ found the story‍ nearly impossible to‌‌ believe, yet the‍ letter’s content was⁠ completely sincere.

Denise‍ had handwritten the‌‍ letter beneath the‍ open sky, brimming​‍ with honesty. But‌‌ to Diella, always‌⁠ on edge like​ a porcupine, those‌‌ lines felt like⁠​ a declaration of​‌‍ war.

In‌‍ short, Denise seemed⁠​ to pretend she’d⁠‌​ hand over Dereck​‍​ by accepting the⁠ duel, only to‌​ defeat Diella, take‌‌‍ what she wanted,‌‌⁠ and destroy her‍‌​ pride. Diella, openly⁠ provoked at the‍ Rose Hall, had‌‍‍ likely irritated her‌​‍ deeply.

Diella⁠​⁠ was furious.

Since​⁠⁠ being instructed by​ Dereck, her anger⁠​ had grown colder​⁠ than any fiery⁠ outburst.

Her‌ lips trembled slightly​ under her frozen‌⁠‌ expression. Denise had​ blatantly scratched at‍ her pride.

No​‍ one would want‌‌ to fall into‍‌‌ such an obvious‌​​ trap, yet Diella‍ accepted the offer​⁠ gleefully.

“How‍ amusing. Do you⁠‌ think I’d lose‌⁠ to a salon‌‌ magician?”

Diella‌ was determined to‌ surpass not only‍ Aiselin, but Valerian‌​ too.

Bang!⁠​⁠

As‍​ she sharpened her‌‍⁠ magical senses, she⁠ unleashed her great​‍ power, filling her‍‌‍ chamber.

Soon,​ countless thorny bushes‌ spread and covered‌‍ the entire room.‌ Though not a spell of high‌‌ concentration, its scale​​ and level were‍‍‌ remarkable.

The⁠‍‌ burning thorny shrubs​​‌ seemed to protect​⁠‌ the noble rose⁠‍ within.

Amid​⁠‌ them, Diella clenched​‌ Denise’s letter in‍⁠‌ her hand and‌‌⁠ rose from her‍ seat. The fierceness‌‍​ in her eyes‍‍ resembled that of‍‍ a wild beast.‍⁠ Rather than let⁠​‍ Dereck fall into‍⁠ the hands of‍ such a snake,⁠‌ she would drag‍ him to the‍⁠ Duplain family by‌ force.

At​⁠​ least, Diella was‍‌​ certain of that.‌

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