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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 49: Value (3)

Chapter 49: Value (3)

Even⁠‍⁠ though the aristocratic‍⁠‍ district was filled‌​ with residences of⁠ prestigious families, entering‌‌ one of them‌⁠‍ was no easy⁠ task.

In⁠‌‌ Ebelstain, the paradox⁠ lay in the‌ fact that the​‍​ most famous and‌ coveted places in⁠​ society were accessible‍ only to a select few.

In​ that sense, the⁠⁠ mansions where the‍​⁠ noble ladies of‍‍ the Duplain, Belmiard,‌⁠‌ and Beltus families⁠​​ resided were peculiar‍ to Dereck, who‍‍⁠ had been inside‌ all of them.‍⁠‍

It‌⁠ was astonishing that‍⁠​ Dereck, a man‌‌​ from the slums,​‍ could now freely‌​ visit the youngest‌⁠ daughter of the‌ Duplain family, who​⁠ had just debuted‍​⁠ in high society.​​⁠

“But‌⁠‌ that doesn’t mean‍​ much.”

Seated‍⁠‍ in the carriage‍ prepared especially by‍ the Beltus family,​ Dereck rested his⁠ chin on his‌ hand, squinting at‍ Diella’s house through⁠​ the window.

No​ matter how majestic⁠‌‌ a noble mansion‌​ might be, there‌‍ was an inevitable‍ difference between one⁠‍ newly built and‍‍ another aged by⁠​ time.

The‌ homes of society’s‍‌‌ celebrities showed signs‍ of aging despite‌ all the upkeep,⁠ but Diella’s was⁠ a perfect blend⁠ of splendor, mystery,‌ and pristine order.⁠‍‍

It​​ was clear why⁠​‌ so many noble⁠​ ladies yearned to‍​‌ debut in society,⁠‌ stepping in with‍‌‌ a grand entrance.‍

Even⁠​​ a fraction of⁠‌‌ that status would‌⁠⁠ make people bow,⁠ something common in⁠​ commercial zones and‌ poor neighborhoods.

“Did‌‌ you come to​ persuade Lady Diella…?”‍

“Yes.⁠⁠​ The Rose Salon⁠‌ eagerly awaits Lady‍ Diella’s membership. Although⁠⁠‍ she’s now with​‌‍ the Beltus family,​‍ I have history‌ with her, so​‍⁠ they believe I might be able⁠​‌ to persuade her.”​​‌

Delron,​​ the butler managing‍ the Duplain estate,‍⁠ seemed to consider⁠ Diella’s stable social‍ debut more important,⁠​‌ hence his presence⁠ in Ebelstain.

Sometimes‍‌ arrogant, he was‍⁠ at heart loyal​ and diligent, respected​ by the Duplain⁠⁠‌ family.

However,‍‍‌ his expression was​ less than cheerful⁠⁠​ as he came⁠​ out to greet⁠⁠ me at the​‌ mansion gate.

“Lady‍‌​ Diella certainly values‌​‌ you, but be‍‌ careful when expressing⁠‍⁠ opinions on social‌ matters.”

“Oh,‌‌ really? I didn’t⁠​ think it was⁠ such a delicate‍ topic.”

Dereck⁠ handed several items‍‌ to the servants‍⁠ as he stepped‌ down from the​ carriage. The servants‍ at Diella’s house,‍ mostly from the​‌ Duplain estate, knew‌ Dereck well enough​‍ to accept his‍‍‍ belongings without hesitation​ and carry them‍‌ inside.

In​​⁠ the Duplain household,⁠‌ Dereck was treated​‌⁠ almost like an​‍⁠ honored guest, a fact well known‌ by the domestic‌ staff.

“You’ve​‌​ been attracting a lot of attention​‍ in society lately,⁠ even clashing with‍‍‌ some noble ladies.⁠​​ You know how‌‌ she is—tends to‍‍​ act on emotion—so⁠​ it’s hard for‌⁠ her followers to‍‌‍ offer advice.”

“What‍​‌ kind of advice?”⁠

“Well,‌‌ it’s not something​ easily established. A lady of the⁠‍⁠ Duplain family is⁠ naturally expected to⁠​⁠ mingle in society.‌‍ But given her‍ strong personal convictions,​​ it’s hard to‌ express opinions.”

Listening​‌ to Delron’s words​​‍ as they approached‌⁠​ the mansion, it​ seemed Diella had‍⁠ acquired a minimal‌ level of social​‌ skill over time​ but hadn’t entirely⁠​​ shed her arrogance.‌‌

The‌‍​ passing servants looked​ concerned. Apparently, many⁠⁠ had suffered setbacks‌⁠ trying to persuade‍​​ or advise Diella.‍ The reactions of‍⁠ the staff were‍ telling.

“Honestly,‍​ even you might⁠ not sway Lady‍ Diella’s desires. Lady⁠ Aiselin, who started⁠‍ this, must be​ working hard.”

“Still,‍‍‌ it’s an unusual‍​ situation. For the​‌‌ Beltus family to‌ permit such a visit to the‍‍ Duplain household isn’t​⁠ common.”

“True.‌‌⁠ Lady Denise is‌​ rather generous in‌ that regard.”

Indeed,⁠‌ Denise was willing⁠‍ to grant any⁠ request from the​ Duplain family. Unaware‍‍⁠ of such intricate‌⁠ details, Delron merely‌ expressed his amazement‍‍‌ at the situation.⁠‍‍

Following​‌‍ the path for​‌ a while, the‌ reception room entrance,‌‌‌ guarded by several⁠‍ servants, came into⁠⁠ view. It was‍ almost certain that‍ Diella was inside.⁠⁠

Dereck‍⁠⁠ brushed the dust⁠ off his mercenary‌‍ uniform and adjusted​ his cloak. Even​‌ as a former‌⁠​ student, meeting privately‌​‍ with a noble‍ lady required a minimum level of​‍ decorum.

“Please‍ behave so as⁠‍ not to suffer‌‌ any major setbacks.⁠ Do what you⁠‍ can within your​⁠ means.”

“Yes,‌‌ understood. Thank you‍‌ for your consideration.”​​

Dereck⁠ bowed politely to‍‌‍ Delron and knocked‍⁠⁠ on the large‌​‍ wooden door.

Knock,‌ knock

“Come‌ in!”

A spirited voice responded‌ from within.

When‌​ Dereck entered confidently,⁠ Diella, dressed in⁠ an elegant monochrome‌⁠‍ black-and-white gown, was‍​ seated on the​‌⁠ far side of‌ the sofa in⁠‍‌ the room.

***‌

“You’ve‍ grown taller—and even⁠​ more beautiful.”

“Oh,⁠⁠ really? Dereck, you’ve‍‌‍ learned to flatter.⁠‌​ I heard you’ve​‌ been mingling with​ nobility; it must⁠ be true.”

“It’s​⁠⁠ not flattery. I’m‌ truly glad to⁠⁠⁠ see you again‍⁠‍ in Ebelstain.”

“We’ll​⁠⁠ meet again in⁠ Ebelstain.”

Since​‌⁠ their sudden parting​⁠⁠ in her younger‌‍‌ days, both Dereck‍⁠‌ and Diella had‍‌‍ gained much experience.​‌

Especially‍‌‌ Dereck, who was​​ now far more⁠​‍ versed in noble⁠​ culture than when‍ he had first⁠​‍ entered the Duplain‌‌ household as an‌⁠ instructor.

He‍ had internalized it​ through countless encounters​‌‍ with aristocrats. To⁠ Diella, Dereck now‌‍ seemed more mature,‍​‍ making the time‍‌⁠ they’d spent apart‌‌ feel even more‍⁠​ real.

Guided‍ by servants, Dereck​​ left his cloak​ behind and sat‍‌ across from Diella​ in his mercenary‍⁠‍ attire—a leather vest​‍ over a cotton‌‌ tunic.

A delicious aroma of⁠‌ tea wafted through​ the room from‍​‌ the low table.⁠​​

‘Why⁠‍‌ did he grow​‌ so much…?’

Diella,‍​ who had practiced‌‍⁠ magic alone for‌​‍ years, had never‌​​ forgotten Dereck. That⁠ sudden, lightning-like encounter⁠⁠ had completely changed‌‍ her life.

Now,‌‍ Diella was considered‍ as influential in​⁠ the Duplain family​‌‌ as Aiselin. At‌​ the core of​‌⁠ that transformation was⁠ Dereck, her magic⁠‍ instructor.

With‍ achievements like that,‌ one might expect‌ Dereck to boast‍ or flaunt in‌ front of the⁠ Duplain family. But‍ as always, the‍ former mercenary remained‍‍​ indifferent and composed.‌

That‌ was the fascinating⁠​‍ thing about this‍​⁠ instructor. He was‍ sincere in his‍​‍ work—without greedy eyes‌​ or the strong​​‍ ambitions common among⁠⁠ those who dealt⁠​ with nobles.

That’s​ why Diella always​⁠ cherished the memories⁠​ of her time‌⁠ with Dereck. But​‍ really, they were‌ just memories of‌ the past.

‘Yes,​ I remember there⁠⁠ was about half‌⁠ a head difference…‌ Is it because‌ he’s a man‌ that he grows⁠​ so fast every​‌ year? If this​⁠ keeps up, I’ll⁠‍‌ look like a child next to‌ him.’

When‍​ Diella learned magic⁠ from Dereck, she​‌ was only sixteen.‌

Now,‌‍ leaving childhood behind‍​‌ and stepping into‌ youth, her growth​⁠‌ couldn’t compare to‌‍ Dereck’s, who had‌ already outpaced her‍​ long ago.

Now‍‍ towering a head​​‍ above her, Dereck’s‌ unexpectedly robust build‍ startled Diella.

However,‌ his signature red​ eyes still carried‌ traces of the​‌⁠ old Dereck.

No⁠‌‍ matter what others‌ said, this was‌ the instructor who‌⁠ had accepted Diella‍‌ when everyone else‌ had given up‌⁠ on her.

“I’m​ truly happy to​ see you’ve become‌‌ such a gracious​⁠⁠ hostess. I only‍​ taught you first-star‍ magic, so there’s‍⁠​ not much to‍​ boast about.”

“No,‌ no… it helped​⁠​ a lot. But​ I heard you’re​‌ now teaching magic‌​⁠ for the Beltus⁠⁠ family…”

“Yes.‍ For now, I plan to assist‍ Lady Denise with⁠‍​ her magical accomplishments.”‍​‍

“You‍ chose to leave?”‌

“The⁠​‍ Beltus family reached‍ out first, and‌‍‌ the terms were‌‌⁠ fair, so I accepted.”

In⁠ truth, he’d accepted​​ because the Beltus​​ family had no‌ prior ties.

But​ there was no‍‍​ need to explain‌ that to Diella.‌⁠ The fact that‍‍ Dereck navigated between​⁠ the three great​ families wasn’t something‌‍‍ she needed to‌‍ know.

“I‍ see…”

The‌​ servants, waiting respectfully‍ at the edge‍⁠ of the room,‌⁠ were surprised.

An⁠ instructor who once‌ taught magic in‌ the Duplain family‍ was now serving‍‌​ the Beltus family—as​ far as they​ could see. Given⁠‍ her pride, Diella‍‍ wouldn’t take that‍‍ lightly. She was‌ fiercely proud to⁠‌ be a Duplain⁠ lady.

However,‍ Diella only lowered‌‍‍ her head awkwardly.‍​

The⁠⁠⁠ servants had to⁠ bite their lips‌ to keep their‌‌‌ eyes from popping​‌ out in disbelief.‍

Who​ was this quiet,​ demure girl sitting‌ there? The servants‌⁠‌ who had tended​⁠ to her in⁠‍​ recent years could‍‌ only blink in‍‌ shock. Only the⁠‌‌ veteran servants from‍‍​ the Duplain main‌ house nodded knowingly.⁠​

“The‌ Duplain family also‍⁠‍ offered good terms.”⁠

“Yes.‌​‌ Very generous, but‌ as you know,‍ Lady Aiselin doesn’t⁠⁠ need instruction, right?”‍

“Right.​‌​ My sister must‍‌ be perfect.”

“As‌ it happened, Lady⁠‍ Denise mentioned she‍‍ was struggling with‌⁠ magic, so I decided to help.​‍ No matter who⁠​ I instruct, I think my lessons​​⁠ are worthwhile, don’t​ you?”

“What‍⁠‍ about me?”

“…Huh?”‌

Caught​ off guard by‍​ the sudden question,​ Dereck fell silent.⁠‍

“No,‌ I mean… I’m​‍​ about to make‍ my social debut…​⁠ After the ball,⁠⁠‍ I’ll need a private instructor. Wouldn’t‍ you like to‌⁠⁠ teach me?”

“If​​‌ it’s Lady Diella,‍‌​ I’d be honored.​ That’s very kind⁠ of you to‍ offer.”

“Really?!”⁠‍‌

In​ an instant, Diella’s‌‌‍ face turned red‍⁠‍ and she shot‍‌‌ up from her‍ seat, but realizing​ she had raised‌‍‍ her voice ungracefully,‌ she caught her​‍ breath and sat‌​ back down.

After‌‌⁠ clearing her throat⁠ a few times,⁠⁠ Diella spoke more‌⁠​ timidly.

“Ah,​ no… I know⁠‍‍ it’s an honor.​⁠ Since Dereck’s proven​‍‍ himself as an‍​‍ instructor, and we‍‌ know each other…​ Actually, there’s a long line of‌​ instructors waiting to⁠​ teach me.”

“Of⁠ course. Anyone would⁠‌⁠ want a position‍‍ as an instructor‌⁠ for the Duplain‌‍ family. But, as‍ you know, I’m​‍ currently under contract‍​ with the Beltus​ family.”

“…”⁠‌

“Rules​‌ among nobles are⁠ set in stone,‌​​ aren’t they? At‌⁠‌ least for someone​​⁠ common like me,‌ such promises can’t‌ be ignored.”

At‌⁠ Dereck’s words, Diella’s​‌‍ expression darkened. He​‌ was right.

Unlike​⁠⁠ Diella, a noble-born‌‍‌ Duplain, Dereck was‌‍ a commoner. If⁠​ he had signed⁠ a direct contract​​‍ with the Grand​‌‍ Duke Beltus, breaking​ it to leave‌ the family was​ out of the‍ question.

But‍ when that contract⁠‍ would end—no one⁠‍ knew.

Diella‌⁠‍ felt a lump‍​‍ in her throat.⁠ Dereck was sitting​⁠ right there, but‍‌‌ she couldn’t bring​‌ him to Duplain​ territory because he​‌‍ was shackled by‍ that sly Denise.⁠

“Then,‌‌‍ we just need‌ to find a way to end​‌‌ the contract with⁠‍ the Beltus family?”⁠‌

“…Huh?”​‍

“Since⁠⁠ Dereck has expressed⁠​ his willingness to‍‍‍ teach me, I’ll⁠⁠ see what I can do.”

Dereck‍​ studied Diella’s expression‌​​ for a moment.‍⁠‍ She might act‌​⁠ like a docile‍​ lamb in front​‍ of him, but‍ she never abandoned‍⁠‌ her tyrannical nature.‌‍​

She​ was fully prepared⁠​ to confront Denise.⁠‌ No matter how‍ noble a Duplain‍‌⁠ she was, challenging​ one of the‌‌ three most influential⁠‌ ladies of the‌⁠‌ Rose Salon was⁠⁠⁠ no easy task.‍

Still,‌‍‌ for her goal,​ she was willing‍⁠ to take that‍​​ risk.

“Can’t​ you maintain good‌​ relations with the​​​ Rose Salon?”

Then,⁠‍​ Dereck cut straight‍ to the point.​‌ At his words,‌⁠​ all the surrounding​​‌ servants swallowed nervously.⁠‌‌

It‌‍ was a request⁠⁠​ made by many‍​‌ followers and minor‌ nobles—but most were‌‍ reprimanded. One of⁠ Lady Denise’s followers‌‌​ had even had​ wine poured over‍ her head. It‍ was a direct‍‌‍ challenge to Lady⁠‌‍ Diella’s weak spot.⁠⁠⁠

“The‍ Rose Salon?”

“Yes.⁠⁠‍ Even before discussing‍ unwritten rules among⁠​ the noble families,‍​ this is a personal request. I have personal ties‍‍ with people in​ the Rose Salon,​ so if Lady‌ Diella opposes them,‍‌ I’ll be forced​‌ to take sides.”‌​‌

“Wouldn’t‌‍ you want to‌‌ side with me?”‍

“I’ll⁠ be direct. If‍ I had to⁠‍​ choose between an⁠⁠ organization gathering all⁠‌ the ladies from⁠​⁠ the three great⁠​​ families and Lady​ Diella alone, how‍‍ could I, a commoner, not be‌ swayed by the​‍ greater power? It’s‌‌‌ the way of‌‌ the world that‌‌‌ the weak are​ scattered by strong‍​ winds.”

At‌⁠ this point, even‍ the butler Delron⁠‌‍ had to swallow‍‌ hard. He knew​‍ Dereck always spoke⁠‌ his mind, but‌​​ he hadn’t expected⁠ such a bold​⁠ statement in front‍‍ of the fierce​‍​ Diella.

Even‌⁠‍ if it was⁠ logical, saying outright⁠‌ that it would⁠‍ be hard to⁠ take her side‌ wasn’t easy. Diella’s‍⁠ anger didn’t always‍⁠ follow reason. In⁠​‌ fact, neither did‍​​ human emotions in​‌‌ general.

If⁠ someone made such‌ a candid statement,‌⁠​ who knew what‌⁠ losses they might‍⁠ face. Yet Dereck‌ spoke firmly, his⁠‍⁠ expression unchanged.

And‍ at Diella’s next‍‍⁠ reaction, all the‌‌⁠ servants struggled not‌⁠ to fall over‌ in disbelief.

“Really…?”​‍

“…”⁠

“Why​ would Dereck say‍⁠ something like that?”‌

“If‍‍ this issue creates‍ distance between Lady‍ Diella and me,​⁠ that would be​‍​ unfortunate, wouldn’t it?‌‌‍ After all, she​​ was my first⁠ student, and I personally received a great deal from⁠⁠ her. Blessed as‍​ I am, I genuinely want to⁠‌ maintain a good⁠⁠ relationship with Lady‌ Diella.”

“I‍‍ feel the same.‌ Yes, if I bare my fangs‌ at the Rose‍‌ Salon, it’ll cause⁠‌ problems for you​ too, Dereck. Hmm…‍​ um…”

Diella⁠ crossed her arms​ and grumbled in​​‌ frustration.

Where⁠⁠‍ was the tyrant⁠⁠ who ignored everyone’s​⁠⁠ words and threw‌⁠‍ them out? Not​ only the servants,‌‍ even the butler​ Delron couldn’t have‍ predicted this scene,‍ simply glancing awkwardly​⁠ between them.

“Ah,‌‍​ I get it.⁠⁠‍ I’ll try.”

“Thank⁠ you very much⁠ for considering it.”‍

Who‍ could tame the⁠ lioness trying to‍‌‍ rule the entire​​‍ world? The answer⁠​ wasn’t far.

***⁠‌⁠

(Membership‌‌ Application)

Diella​‌⁠ Katherine Duplain

The​​ three young ladies​‌ who attended the​ next Rose Salon‌‍ meeting discreetly glanced‌‍​ at the document‍‌ before them on‌​​ the round table.‌‌

Not‍ even the ladies‍‌ of the three‌ great families, nor​‌⁠ Diella’s own sister⁠‍‌ Aiselin, had managed⁠​⁠ to persuade her—yet⁠ there it was:‍ Diella’s application to‍⁠ join the salon.‍‌‌

Dereck⁠​⁠ had personally picked‍‌ it up from⁠‍ Diella’s residence not⁠ long before.

“…”‌

Ellen⁠​ was so stunned​​‌ that she double-checked‍‌ the document’s authenticity.⁠‍

But‍‍⁠ the Duplain family‍⁠ seal on the​‌⁠ application wasn’t something​​ easily forged.

Looking⁠ over at Aiselin,‍‍ she too seemed⁠‌ incredulous, and as​‍ for Denise, she‌ swallowed dryly.

“How⁠⁠‍ could a document​ like this…?”

No​⁠‌ one could offer⁠ a clear answer​⁠ to Ellen’s question.⁠ Diella, full of‍​​ stubborn pride and‌⁠‍ cruel defiance, had​ a peculiar tendency​‌‌ to yield to⁠‌ Dereck’s words.

Knowing⁠‌ this, it was‍‍⁠ inevitable to assign‌​ newfound value to⁠ the white-haired magician.⁠⁠

In​⁠‌ truth, those who‍ fancied themselves magic‌​​ experts in high‌⁠​ society were all‍ the same.

They‌‍​ all desired prominent​​‍ figures as students—and‍‌‍ there was always⁠ a reason behind​‌​ that desire.

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