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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 48: Value (2)

Chapter 48: Value (2)

Numerous​ societies, salons, academies,​ and groups operated‌⁠ within the aristocratic‌‍ district of Ebelstain,⁠⁠‍ each with distinct‌‍ goals—but in reality,⁠​ they all shared​⁠‌ a single grand‌⁠ purpose.

To‌​ gather the standout​ figures from this⁠⁠‍ dazzling social world​⁠​ in one place​‍ for the game⁠⁠⁠ of connections.

Of⁠​ course, the lesser‍⁠‍ nobles who frequented​ these circles solely‌ to network were‌⁠⁠ usually easy to​‌‍ spot, so most‍ pretended genuine interest‍‌ in the group’s​​‍ topics. Whether it‍‌ was magic, tea‍ ceremonies, history, art,​​ or cultural refinement,​⁠‌ one needed at​⁠‌ least basic knowledge​⁠​ to maintain decorum.‌​​ That was why‌​‌ noble ladies spent‍⁠ their days studying.‍‌

Thus,​⁠ competition among these⁠⁠⁠ groups was fierce—noble⁠⁠​ connections were always​​ limited.

Whenever‌​ rumors circulated of‌​ someone from a prominent family arriving​‌ in Ebelstain, various​​ academies and salons‍‍ rushed to invite​‍ them.

And⁠⁠ in Diella’s case,‌⁠‍ already starting to‍ shine in the‌‌⁠ art world, several​​ art academies were‌ eagerly competing to‍​ recruit her.

Among‌​​ these social circles,​⁠‍ Salon Rose reigned​ like a queen—and​‌​ it too was​​‍ making efforts to⁠ receive Diella. It‌‍​ was an unspoken‍ rule among the​ ladies.

Descendants​⁠⁠ of the three‌​ most noble families​⁠ in the empire’s‍ southwest attended Salon‍‌ Rose. That premise‌ had never been‍ broken.

It‌‍⁠ was the reason‍⁠ Salon Rose could‍‍ exert maximum influence‍​ among so many‍⁠​ social groups.

“Lady‌⁠ Diella doesn’t attend⁠⁠⁠ any salon or‌ academy, nor does‍​ she show interest‌⁠⁠ in social activities,”⁠⁠ they said.

“I’ve‌ heard there are⁠​⁠ many such figures‌ among frontier nobles,⁠⁠‍ but what’s the‍ point of coming‌‍‍ to Ebelstain’s social‌‍‍ circle?”

“Indeed…‍ I’d love to‍​​ share a cup‍​ of tea with⁠ Lady Diella if‍ she’d agree…”

Aiselin‌‍‌ overheard these conversations⁠⁠ among her followers‍​‍ at a Salon⁠‌ Rose gathering after​ some time away.​‌ Her dear younger‍‍ sister, Diella, supposedly‍‌ showed no interest​⁠ in social activities.⁠‍

She‍‌ thought: who could⁠⁠⁠ object if Diella‌‌‍ herself admitted it?⁠ But as her⁠ elder sister, she⁠​ couldn’t help but⁠​‌ worry; after all,⁠‍​ connections and culture‌ were a noble⁠ lady’s social power.‌

The⁠‌ Duke of Duplain​​​ cared deeply about‍‍ aristocratic authority.

Likewise⁠‌‌ did their mother,‌ Miriella, and other⁠‍⁠ family members. Even‍ if someone became⁠⁠ a housewife and⁠​ left her paternal⁠‌​ home, she would⁠​ never escape that‌ social role.

Even​​​ lazy Denise attended‍ all basic gatherings.⁠‍‍ Her numerous greetings​⁠‌ and this grand⁠‌​ mansion weren’t in‍ vain.

Aiselin⁠ sat at the‍ large tea table⁠‌ with a worried​​ expression.

At‌‌ every important meeting,⁠​ this table received‌ admiring gazes from⁠ many ladies.

Seated‌​ at the large⁠‍ round table with⁠⁠‌ Aiselin were Ellen‌⁠ of the Belmierd​⁠ family and Denise‌ of the Beltus⁠⁠‌ family.

Ellen,‌ with her striking​ red hair, seemed‌ somewhat displeased as‌ she pushed it‍‌ aside. It appeared‍ she’d heard the‌‍ rumors en route‌​ to the gathering.​

“Lady‌‍‌ Diella’s behavior is‌‍ the talk of‌‍​ the town. What‍⁠‌ do you make‌ of it, Lady⁠⁠ Aiselin?”

“Well…⁠⁠ Diella has always‌⁠⁠ been very firm‍ in her opinions⁠‍⁠ within our family,​ so once she⁠‍ decides, no one‌​‌ can dissuade her.”‌‌‍

“I​‌​ am not one​‍⁠ to question Salon⁠‌ Rose’s traditions, but‍ if the unspoken​⁠⁠ rule that ladies​‌⁠ from the three⁠ noble families must‍⁠ attend the salon‌ is broken… visitors⁠​ won’t be pleased.”‌⁠

Breaking‌‌‌ a rule once‍ was hard. For‍‍‍ the second and‌ third times, the⁠‍‍ challenge weakened.

If​‌⁠ Lady Diella decided​​ to ignore all⁠‌​ social activities, Salon‍​ Rose might face‍​⁠ a threat to⁠​ its unique position‍‍‍ as the gathering‌​‍ place for nobles‌​ of the three‍‍ great families.

For⁠ this generation, with​⁠‌ Ellen, Aiselin, and​‍⁠ Denise present, the​⁠ salon still held‌⁠ great influence and‌‍ power—but in the⁠​ long run, Diella’s‍‌ deviation could be‌‌ seen as a bad omen.

Though‌ they pretended otherwise,⁠​ a strange current‌ flowed among Salon‌​ Rose’s members. The‍‍ three ladies sensed‌⁠‌ it.

Only​ if Diella joined​​‌ Salon Rose would‍‌ that unique position​‍ be maintained. However,‍ those who had⁠​ seen her in​⁠‍ that gathering sensed‍ otherwise.

The⁠ Duplain younger daughter​ was not someone⁠‍ anyone could persuade.‌‌⁠

She​⁠‍ kept minimal decorum,‍ but her spirit⁠‌ was fiercer than‌⁠ anyone could imagine.⁠‍

Even​⁠⁠ Denise, on their‌​‍ first encounter, had​‌ shown a reckless‌​ disregard for consequences,⁠​⁠ challenging anyone who‌ stood in her‍⁠⁠ way, regardless of‍​ who they were.⁠

This‍​ person, more like​​​ a wild beast‍⁠‌ or fierce dog,​‍ had only socialized​ so far due‌ to the deliberate‌ intervention of a mentor named Dereck.‍ Without his influence,⁠‍ integrating her into‌ society would have‌‍‍ been impossible.

Considering​‌​ that, Diella’s social​​ debut was worthy‍⁠ of celebration—but many⁠‍​ issues remained unresolved.‍‌⁠

In‍ the end, the⁠‍ only person Salon‍‍ Rose could trust⁠ was Aiselin.

She‍ was someone Diella⁠⁠​ respected and regarded—the‍ most recognized lady​ of the Duplain​ family… in other‍​ words, the only​⁠ one who could‍​​ try to control‍‍​ her.

But‌‍ even Aiselin couldn’t‍ breathe easy.

Diella‌ respected Aiselin, but​⁠​ did not act⁠​ on her orders⁠‌ or requests.

“Speaking⁠ of Diella, I heard she was​‍‌ rude to you,‍​ Lady Denise. As‍​ her sister, I’d‌ like to apologize.”​‌

“Me?”⁠

Denise,‍​ who seemed distracted‍​⁠ for some reason,‍‍ responded quickly.

Since‍‌ taking Dereck as​⁠ her mentor, she‌ appeared more exhausted⁠ every day.

Both‍ Aiselin and Ellen​ seemed to perceive‌⁠ the chronic fatigue⁠‌⁠ she suffered. Of‌‌‍ course, Dereck wasn’t‌ just any mentor,⁠ and Ellen silently​ prayed for her.​

“Don’t‍⁠‌ worry too much⁠​​ about it.”

“Diella‌ may have that‌​‌ temperament, but deep‍ down she’s not⁠ a cruel child.‍ I hope you‍ can let go⁠⁠ of any resentment‍‌ toward her—for my​‍ sake.”

“Resentment?⁠‌ I have none.”‌​‍

Denise⁠ even considered Diella​⁠ almost like a savior. While others‍⁠ around her looked⁠ for signs whenever‍⁠⁠ Diella was mentioned,⁠⁠​ Denise didn’t care.‌ Thoughts about how​⁠ to thank that⁠ charming, lovely little‌‌‌ doll—who was the‍‌ only one who‌​​ could rescue her​‌ from Dereck’s grasp—made‍​ her calm demeanor‌ paradoxically enhance her​ reputation in social‌‍ circles.

Maintaining‍​ dignity in front​​ of that wild‍ lady was no‍⁠‍ small feat.

It‌‍ didn’t stop with⁠⁠‍ neglect during tea;⁠ occasionally afterward, Diella‍ flung discourteous remarks​ at Denise. If​ they crossed paths,​​ she brazenly ignored⁠​‌ her greetings or⁠​​ frowned.

Finally,‍ one of Denise’s​ followers, weary, reprimanded⁠‌ Diella for showing‌​ more dignity and‍‍ propriety, saying she‌​‍ was disrespectful to‍⁠ Denise.

Yet‌​ rumor had it​⁠⁠ that Diella had⁠​ poured wine over​​ the follower’s head,‌ reproaching her for​​ forgetting their difference‌‌⁠ in status.

The⁠ rumor seemed true,‍ for the noble‍ ladies began to‍‍ view her as‌​‍ an uncontrollable natural​ disaster.

“I’m⁠‌ not sure Diella​​ can adapt properly⁠‍ if presented to​ Salon Rose like​‌ this.”

Aiselin​‌⁠ sank into such​​‍ thoughts.

Even‍‌ if it meant⁠‍ asking Ellen and​ Denise for help,‍ it seemed necessary​​ to take drastic‍⁠‌ measures to control⁠⁠​ Diella.

Then,‍‌‍ Aiselin looked at⁠​⁠ Denise seriously. Denise‌‍ inclined her head,​ uncomfortable under her⁠‌‌ gaze.

“I’d‌⁠ like to ask​ you a favor,‌‌‍ Lady Denise.”

***‍‍⁠

On‍‌ Ebelstein’s main street,⁠‍⁠ a grand mansion⁠ stood out.

Diella,‌‍ meticulously inspecting its‌ interior, was silently‌‍ assisted by maids​‌‌ who followed her.​​

Her​⁠​ ruffled dress, reminiscent​‌‍ of peacock feathers,⁠‍​ accentuated her delicate‌‌ charm, but imagining‍​ her ruling like⁠​‌ a tyrant in⁠​ this mansion made​ her small frame‌ seem giant.

Diella​‌‍ was busy overseeing​ the mansion’s final⁠ touches and preparing‌‍‌ her debut party​ for the coming​ month.

Even​​ while being dressed​ in the fitting⁠​​ room, her gaze‌⁠‍ scanned every corner,‌⁠ searching for anything⁠ that might have‌‌​ been overlooked.

All⁠⁠‍ the maids trembled‌⁠‍ under the intense‍‌ stare of the​⁠⁠ little girl.

“Lady‍​ Diella, a letter‌ from the Rose⁠ Salon has arrived.⁠‌ It contains the⁠‌‌ schedule for the‍‍​ next meeting.”

“Wasn’t​⁠ showing my face‌​ once enough? What‌ more do they‍‍‍ want?”

“It⁠‌‍ seems the salon⁠ wishes to formally​ welcome you, Lady​‌ Diella.”

“Once‌​ again, trying to‌ tie me down​⁠ with their unwritten‌‍ rules. I won’t‌‍ go to a place that doesn’t⁠ interest me.”

Diella‌ refused firmly. Not⁠‌ even her sister⁠​ Aiselin could sway‍ her decision.

In‍‌ her wild youth,‍​‍ her capricious nature​⁠​ had been arrogance‌ and annoyance. But​‌ with some social⁠​​ grace and a grasp of reality,‌‌ that uniqueness became​ an untouchable personality,⁠​ and her temperament​‌ that of an‌​⁠ unyielding ruler.

Despite‌ her young age,⁠​ she was already‌‌‌ beginning to gather​⁠‍ followers within the‌ Duplain family.

In‍ time, she seemed⁠ destined to become​⁠ someone who could‍⁠ even challenge Valerian⁠​ or Leigh. Kind‌ and considerate, always​ mindful of others—such‌​​ a person could⁠‍ win everyone’s heart.‌⁠ That would make​⁠ a good leader.‌‍

But⁠ someone fit to⁠⁠‌ be king was​ different.

They‍ knew how to​‌⁠ rule, weren’t swayed‌‌ by subordinates’ moods,⁠ made grand decisions​ without fault, and​​ had the world‍​ underfoot.

“I’m‌ the best in‍​‍ the world, hands‌⁠‍ down.”

It‍‌ was the perfect‌ description of the‍ little tyrant, Diella.⁠

“Since‌ I started inspecting​ the mansion the‍ day before yesterday,‌‍​ I wonder if​​ rumors have spread—so‌‌ many visitors now.‌ They bring gifts,‍‍‌ claim to be‌⁠⁠ distant relatives, profess⁠​⁠ hidden admiration. Everyone’s‍ so eager for​‍‌ connections, yet their‍ magic hasn’t changed.”‍⁠

“Today’s​​ visitor schedule is​‍ also packed. Preparing⁠‍ the reception might‍ take more time.”⁠‌‌

“Do⁠⁠‍ it quickly. Honestly,​ I don’t even‌ know who I need to see.‌​‍ All of them‍‌ reek of ambition‌ in their eyes,‌‍‌ acting like their⁠⁠‌ thirst for status‍​⁠ isn’t obvious. When‌‍ will they realize‌ the stench of‌​ their inner darkness?”‍

High​⁠ officials from Ebelstein,⁠​‌ prominent merchants, academic​‌ colleagues, and veteran‍​ mages all tried⁠​ to impress the​ Duplain family’s youngest​​ daughter—but none managed‌⁠ to move Diella.​⁠‌

Eventually,‍ a minor frontier⁠​ noble, claiming to⁠ be a supporter⁠ of Denise, made​‌⁠ such a bold‌‍‌ remark that Diella‌​⁠ had no choice‌ but to dump​‍​ a glass of‍⁠ wine on his⁠‌‌ head.

For⁠‍ a time, rumors⁠ spread about her⁠​ tyrannical temperament, but⁠ Diella didn’t care.‍ She only regretted‍‍⁠ wasting good wine.​​​

The⁠ maids and butler⁠⁠ could only swallow‌‍ dryly. Who could‌⁠ possibly tame this‌ rampaging lioness and‌⁠ bring her to‍⁠ the Rose Salon?​⁠

It⁠‌ would be a relief if she‍ didn’t bite and‌‍ devour them in‌ the attempt.

“Today‍ we’ll be visited​‍‌ by a high-ranking‍​ official from Renpel‌‌ Trade and the‌​⁠ four-star mage from‌⁠‌ Adlan Magic Academy,‌⁠⁠ Master Odette.”

“Pathetic.​ Well, I can​ smile and greet⁠⁠⁠ them in the‍​ reception room… but‍ it feels like​‌ a waste of‍‍⁠ time. Ow! Do​​ you want to⁠​‌ die?”

Diella‌ let out a deep sigh, and⁠⁠​ when the comb​⁠⁠ snagged in her‌⁠⁠ tangled hair, she‍‌ lost her patience.‍

The‍ maid brushing her⁠⁠‍ hair flinched, trembled,‌‍​ and dropped to‌‍ her knees.

“I’m​ sorry! Lady Diella…!”⁠‌​

Her‍‍‌ icy gaze pierced‌ the maid, who⁠ shrank before her.‌ In her rowdy​ days, she would’ve​‌‌ dismissed her without​ hesitation.

But​ Diella knew well​⁠⁠ the difference between‌ maintaining charisma and​ senseless bullying.

“Don’t​‌‌ make another mistake.”⁠‌⁠

With​ those cold words,‌ the maid held‌‌‍ back tears and⁠ apologized repeatedly.

Fear‌​ was the most‍​​ efficient weapon for‍​‌ handling people. But‍‍ firing it aimlessly‌‌⁠ only made someone⁠​ a careless bully.‌

The‌⁠⁠ girl had intuitively​‌⁠ understood this since‌ she was young.⁠⁠

“Yes,‌ they all gather​ to win a spot in the​‍‌ Duplain family… but⁠​ it’s not bad⁠​ to meet them.‍⁠ There might be​⁠‍ a good one⁠⁠‌ among them, like‍⁠‌ a bean in‍ a drought… Don’t‌‌ cancel the morning​ schedule.”

“There’s⁠‍⁠ another appointment before⁠‍ breakfast. Not very‍‌‌ important, but a messenger from the‍‌ Beltus family has‍ arrived.”

“The‌‍ Beltus family?”

Diella⁠​​ fixed her stare‍ on the butler.​ The messenger was⁠ innocent, but had⁠ to swallow nervously.⁠ The Beltus family‍ was a curse‌​​ to the girl​ named Diella.

“Why‌‌ should I entertain‌ someone from that‌‍‍ side? Don’t open​ the door. Just‍ take the letter⁠‌ and send them‌​​ away.”

“Is​‌⁠ that alright? The​ person from the​ Beltus family might‌ represent Lady Denise…”‌​

“Do‌​ I need to⁠ repeat myself? Be‌⁠‍ glad I’m not‍​ throwing cold water​‌ at you. Why‌⁠​ is this taking‌ so long? Finish​​⁠ the brushing already.”‌

Diella‌ shook her head⁠‌⁠ and sat back‌⁠ down in front‍‍ of the mirror.‌ She wanted to⁠‌‍ finish this ritual‌‌ quickly, see those​⁠ miserable faces, and⁠‍ then practice magic.‍⁠

It​⁠ was then, under‌ the maids’ care…‌

“It’s‌‌​ just that… a mage named Dereck‍‍​ from the Beltus⁠ family is coming‌ in person… Is​‌ that alright?”

“What?”⁠

In​ that instant, a chill ran down​​​ Diella’s spine. The⁠​‍ maids held their⁠‍ breath as they⁠⁠ saw the girl’s​‌ sudden change. Just‍‍ moments ago, the‌‍ expression of the‌ small tyrant, so‍ cold toward the‌⁠‌ world, reverted all‌​⁠ at once to‌‌ that of a girl her age.‌

“What?‌‌ Dereck is coming‍​ in person? But‍ isn’t it rare​ for him to‍ show his face‍ in public since‌‍‍ he’s busy with‌ Beltus family matters?”‌

“We…⁠‍ don’t know the​‌⁠ real situation with⁠ the Beltus family…”‌‌

“Why‍‌‍ didn’t you say⁠‌‍ so sooner?! Wait…‍ seeing him out⁠ of the blue?”‍

Diella‍ quickly looked around.‌ Only the maids⁠⁠ who helped with‌‌ her daily routine​⁠ were present.

“Is​​‍ Katarina… at the​​ main house? And⁠‍⁠ Laila’s not here?‌⁠ She’s the best‌‌ at makeup…!”

“She’s‌⁠​ preparing breakfast in​⁠‍ the kitchen.”

“Bring‍‍⁠ her immediately! And‍​ I’m wearing this‌​⁠ old lace dress…​‌ No, all my⁠‌⁠ luxurious cosmetics are​ at the main⁠⁠⁠ house… What am‍⁠ I going to⁠⁠ do?!”

Suddenly,‍ Diella was flustered.​‍‍ Just receiving a letter from a Beltus messenger had​⁠​ her sweating profusely—more​‌ nervous than with​‌‌ any other important‌⁠ visitor that morning.‍⁠‌

“What‍⁠ kind of schedule‍ is this, so‍ rushed before breakfast…!”⁠

“It’s…‌⁠ just to receive‍‌​ a letter… It’s‍⁠ not like a noble is visiting…”​

“You‌ should’ve asked me​​‍ before deciding something‌ like this! Before‍‌⁠ breakfast means… wait…‌⁠ What time is​‍‌ it…?”

Looking​ out the window,‌‍‍ she saw the‍‍ Beltus family’s carriage⁠ already rolling down‌‌​ the street.

Diella’s‌ face went pale‍​ as she quickly‍‍ sat back down‍​‍ at the vanity.‌⁠ Her restlessness was⁠ like that of‍⁠ a small animal​​ facing a predator—a⁠​‍ stark contrast to‍‍‌ her usual demeanor.‍‌​

The​ maids around her⁠ turned pale.

It‍ was the first⁠ time they had‍ seen Diella like‌ this.

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