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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 5: Duplain (2)

Chapter 5: Duplain (2)

Those​‍ who saw Dereck‍‍‌ for the first⁠‍‌ time in the​​ mercenary world always‍⁠‍ wore a puzzled​‍ expression.

Too​​ young, yes, but‌​​ despite his youthful‍ appearance, he was⁠⁠ well-equipped and seemed‍‍‌ far too kind.‌

Young​ or kind.

In‍​​ this world, either‌ of those traits‌‍​ would usually get‍ you stabbed in​​​ the back and‌ left for dead.​ Yet Dereck’s face⁠ showed both.

How⁠⁠‌ a young and⁠​‌ kind-looking boy could‌ survive in the⁠ mercenary world was⁠ a mystery to⁠⁠ anyone.

But‍ there was a clear truth—Dereck had‌⁠​ lived as a mercenary since childhood,⁠ and yet there‍​ was no weariness‌ in his eyes.​ That meaning could‌‍ only be understood⁠‍ by joining Dereck‍⁠‍ on the battlefield.‍​​

—Thump!​​‍ Thud!

—Kiekk!‍

A goblin struck by​‍ a first-tier magic‍​​ arrow spat black‍‌ blood and collapsed⁠ in the middle​‍ of the forest.‌

On‍‌ the narrow path​ through the forest⁠ toward Ebelstain, on‌ the edge of⁠ Duke Duplain’s territory.‌

With⁠‌​ a longsword in‍ his right hand,‍​ Dereck slashed through‌ and split the⁠⁠ snout of the‍ grotesque creature, spraying‌⁠ blood onto his​‍ face.

In⁠​‍ the midst of‌‌ it all, a bleeding, one-armed goblin⁠⁠⁠ lunged at him.‌ Dereck dodged the‌ axe with a step back and,​⁠ grabbing the goblin’s⁠ face, released his​ full strength.

—Fzzzzzt!‌

—Kiekk!⁠‍‍

As​ the goblin screamed‌ in surprise, Dereck​ quickly drew the⁠ dagger from the​​ sheath on his​‍‌ thigh and stabbed​​​ it into its‌⁠​ neck.

Red‌​ blood splashed, filling‍⁠ his vision, and‌‌⁠ the metallic smell‍​ flooded the air,⁠⁠‍ but not a flicker of emotion‍‌‍ crossed Dereck’s face.‍​

Not‍​ because he was‌‌⁠ cold like a machine. Rather, he​‌ maintained the same​ kind and earnest‌ look he had‍⁠‌ in the tavern.‍⁠​ Only the blood​ on his body‍ heightened the dissonance.​‌​ This boy didn’t⁠⁠ hesitate to take⁠ a life. For‍‍ him, it was‍ as routine and‍‌‌ natural as eating‍​ or sleeping.

“Is‍​ anyone hurt?”

With​ his sword now‌​ clean, he asked​‌‌ kindly, his body​⁠⁠ covered in goblin​ blood. Goblin limbs‌​⁠ lay scattered around‍​‌ him. Melvin, who⁠⁠ had been guarding‍ the carriage, gulped‍ unconsciously.

It⁠ wasn’t unusual for‌‍ a hardened mercenary‌​​ to hack monsters‍⁠​ to pieces without​‌‌ a second thought.‌

But‌ seeing a boy⁠​ his age casually‌⁠ soaked in blood,‍ asking such a question with a weary expression, was⁠ unsettling. In an‍ era where magic‍⁠‌ was the exclusive‍‍‍ domain of the⁠​ nobility, this boy⁠‍‌ was a street-raised​ mage.

It‌ was a scene​⁠‌ anyone could instinctively⁠ sense—unlike the flowers‌‌ protected in greenhouses.​‍‌

***‌​‌

“Traveling​ with Dereck definitely‌​‍ makes things easier.⁠ Spotting enemies with‌ search magic, and‍ taking them down​ from afar—it’s not⁠ hard.”

“I‌⁠ appreciate the compliment,​‌ but you know‌ the boss handled​ eighty percent of‌⁠​ those monsters.”

“Tsk…​​‍ You’ve got no​ sense of humor.‌​ You should learn​ to enjoy being⁠‍‌ praised.”

Jayden‍‍ clicked his tongue​​‌ and patted Dereck‌​ on the shoulder.​

“….”​

Melvin,​‌ who had been​‌ rude back in​‍ the tavern, seemed‍​ quieter on the​‍‍ return trip. As​⁠​ Jayden had guessed,⁠ the task given​⁠‌ by the mysterious⁠ trio from the​‍ duchy turned out‍⁠‌ to be extremely​ simple.

By​​ sunset, there were‍‍ no monsters in⁠ sight, and they‌ were able to‌ board the carriage‍⁠⁠ back to Ebelstain.‌‌

“I⁠ must admit your‌‌⁠ work is commendable.”⁠​‌

Melvin‌​ still wore a grim expression, but​​ finally gave a high compliment. Jayden,‌​ smiling with satisfaction,​​ sat back in‍⁠‌ the carriage and‍⁠ cleaned the blood‍⁠⁠ from his sword.⁠

“Your⁠ praise is too​⁠‍ generous. Now that⁠ your concern is⁠⁠‌ resolved, please pay‌‌‍ the remaining balance.”​‍⁠

“Understood.”⁠⁠

The‍‌​ advance was one‌‌‍ gold coin, and⁠ the final payment‍⁠ was two more.​​

Considering​‌​ most extermination requests‍⁠ paid only a few silver coins,⁠‍ it was a payout sure to‍⁠ bring a smile.⁠‌​

Grinning‌ broadly, Jayden tossed​​ the gold coin‌ into his leather⁠‍⁠ pouch.

“Nice​ work, Dereck. When​⁠ we get back⁠ to the tavern,‌⁠ I’ll give you​ your share.”

Dereck,‍⁠​ leaning back in‌ his seat, nodded⁠‌​ indifferently and gazed‍​​ out at the​ sunset. Though not⁠⁠‍ particularly tired, the​‍ fatigue from using‍‌⁠ magic still lingered.‍

He​​ crossed his arms‌ and leaned against‌‍ the carriage wall,​‍ trying to rest.‌‍‍

“You​​​ seem to handle‌​ a good variety⁠‍ of first-tier magic.”​

But‍​ the inspector, still‍‌ wearing her hood,‌‍ spoke to Dereck.‍⁠ It was the‍​ first time she‍⁠ had initiated conversation⁠ all day. Her​⁠‌ voice was clear,​‌ with a hint​ of youth, but​​ Dereck answered without​ much interest, keeping⁠​ his reclined posture.⁠‍‌

“I’ve⁠ learned a bit‌⁠ of everything. Being‌⁠ versatile helps when⁠ you’re a mercenary‌ trying to survive.”‌‍‍

“You‌ said you’re sixteen?⁠​‍ Not much older​‌‌ than me. That’s⁠ impressive.”

Dereck‍‍‌ glanced sideways and‍‍‌ noticed that Melvin,‍​ the old man,​⁠⁠ and Delia the‍ maid had swallowed⁠ dryly.

They‌ seemed wary of​‌ the trainee inspector.​‍ Their hesitant attitude‍ showed discomfort with‍​‍ Dereck’s casual approach⁠‍‌ to the conversation.⁠ Dereck was also⁠​⁠ surprised inside. The⁠​​ girl had revealed‌ she was his​‍‍ age.

To⁠​ be honest, Dereck⁠ had assumed she‍‍⁠ was at least‌ of age, given⁠ her extremely mature⁠‌ demeanor.

“How‍⁠​ did you learn⁠‌⁠ magic?”

“By‍‌‌ picking it up‌ on the streets⁠‍ while trying to​ survive.”

“You​‌‍ haven’t even had​⁠‌ your coming-of-age ceremony,‌‌⁠ have you? It’s‍ amazing that you​ can handle multiple‌ first-tier spells.”

The‍⁠​ question was odd.‌​⁠ Dereck felt uneasy‍​⁠ but acted indifferent.⁠

‘He​ hasn’t had his‌‍ coming-of-age ceremony…’

Commoners‍‍‍ rarely held such‌‌​ elaborate ceremonies.

“I​​​ can manage about​​⁠ three or four‍ first-tier spells.”

“Three‍ is three, and⁠‌‍ five is five…⁠ but saying ‘about​‌ three or four’‌ is a little‌⁠ strange.”

While⁠⁠‍ still reclined, Dereck‌‍ saw the inspector​ smile faintly under‍⁠ her hood.

“You⁠‌‌ know more than‌‍ that, don’t you?”‌

“….”‍

“There’s‍‍ no need to‍‍ hide it. I’m​⁠⁠ genuinely curious. It’s⁠⁠ incredible that someone‍⁠⁠ your age can⁠‍​ handle magic to⁠ that degree.”

Dereck’s⁠ mentor, Katia, used‍‍⁠ to say that‍‍ exceptional talent could⁠⁠ attract the hostility​‍‌ of nobles.

The‍⁠‍ inspector was clearly⁠​ connected to one​ of the top‍ magical families—the ducal⁠ house of Duplain.‌‍‌ Dereck felt it‌ was best not‌ to reveal his‍ full capabilities.

“My⁠ vagueness is because‍‌ I didn’t follow⁠‌ the common magic‍‍​ academy route—the Regulated‌‌ Academy.”

“Oh?”‌‌

“I’m​‍‌ from the Wild‌⁠​ Academy. While the‍​‌ Regulated Academy strictly⁠ categorizes magic systems‌​⁠ and standards, the‌ Wild Academy is​ somewhat separate from‍‍ that.”

Dereck​‍‍ sat up and‌‌ began to speak‌ seriously.

When​⁠⁠ the topic of​‍​ magical factions came​⁠ up, the hooded‍​‍ girl’s eyes sparkled‌ with fascination.

“The⁠ Wild faction, you‍‍​ say?”

“It’s​​‌ been a long‍⁠ time since the‍⁠ aristocratic Regulated faction‌⁠‌ became mainstream, but‍⁠​ research into unconventional​‍​ magical factions continues.”‍

Dereck’s​ magic mentor, Katia,​​⁠ had also been‍‌ a mage of‌ the Regulated faction,‌ but Dereck himself​​ had broken free⁠ of that discipline.​​

When‍‍⁠ he had to‍‍⁠ choose a faction⁠ after learning magic⁠ from the old⁠ man, Dereck had​‍ chosen the Wild​ faction.

“The‍​⁠ Wild faction focuses​‌ on the practical‌‌⁠ use of mana‌‍ and magic needed‍⁠ for immediate survival,⁠ not on rules⁠‍ and regulations. The‌‌‌ kind of magic‌‌​ used on unpredictable⁠‌ roads full of‍ adventure is their‍‌ specialty—they’re experts at​⁠⁠ improvising mana usage‍⁠‍ based on the​​⁠ situation.”

“I’ve‌‌‌ heard of mages​​‌ who use magic‌‍ from that perspective,‌⁠​ but it’s the‌​⁠ first time I’ve⁠⁠ met one.”

“Well,​‍ it’s not like⁠‌⁠ I use high-level​‍ magic… I’m just‌​ talking theory. Like‍‍​ I said, I’m‌ just a one-star​‌​ mage from a commoner background.”

Dereck​ tried to downplay‌‌⁠ himself, but the‍‌‍ inspector, still wrapped‌​‌ in her cloak,​ was full of​​​ curiosity.

She‌‌ seemed deeply interested⁠ in magic. That‍⁠ instinct surprised him.​⁠

“Of​⁠ course, the aristocratic‍​ Regulated faction’s magic​ is the most‌​ researched and developed.⁠⁠‌ There’s a reason​‍ why the unconventional‌ ones remain as‌‍​ such.”

“But‌​ there must be⁠⁠ a reason why‌ you, Dereck, chose⁠⁠⁠ the path of‍ the Wild faction,‌ right? May I ask what it‌⁠⁠ is?”

Why⁠ was she so​ interested in something‌​​ like this? The​ interview-like atmosphere was​ awkward, but since‌⁠​ the other party‍ had paid a large sum of‌‌‌ money, it was⁠⁠ hard to be‍ rude.

Considering⁠ the job had‍ been too easy⁠‍‌ for the amount⁠⁠‍ received, he thought‌ it might be‌ better to see‍ this as part‌ of the service.‌‌

With‌‍‍ that in mind,​‌ Dereck gathered mana​‍ in his hand.‍⁠

“Since⁠⁠⁠ you seem to​⁠‍ know a bit⁠ about magic, let‌ me explain it‍‍‌ simply—it’s because magic‌ is useful for​‌‌ survival.”

As⁠‍ Dereck gathered mana⁠‌ in his hand,‍‌ a small flame⁠ began to burn⁠⁠​ in his palm.‌

The⁠‌ flame, materialized with​‌​ mana, burned in‌‌​ the air without‍‍⁠ any fuel. For⁠​ those unfamiliar with‍‍‍ magic, it would‌⁠ have been an⁠‍⁠ extraordinary sight, but⁠⁠⁠ anyone with a bit of magical⁠ knowledge would recognize​‌ it as a rather low-level use​ of mana.

Neither​⁠ Melvin nor the‌‌ maid Delia showed‌ any surprise at​‌ the flame. If⁠‍ they worked in‍‍​ the Duplain ducal‌​‍ house, they must‌​ have seen prodigies⁠‌‌ like this many​ times.

However,‌ the girl known‌‍ as the inspector​​‌ looked at Dereck’s‍​ fire with wide​‌⁠ eyes.

“Oh?”‌​

Even⁠​ though she had‍​⁠ likely seen magic⁠‌ like this countless‌​ times in her‍‌ noble house, the‌⁠ girl watched Dereck’s⁠⁠‌ flame as if‌ it were something​‌⁠ strange.

“…It​‍⁠ seems the mana‌ release process is‍ quite simple, isn’t​ it?”

‘Can‍‌ this girl see‍​​ mana?’

Dereck​ was inwardly surprised‍ by her comment.⁠ She could sense​​⁠ the flow of‌ mana. In other‌ words, she herself‌‍ was at least‌‍​ a one-star mage.‌‍​

“Yes.‌ In the Regulated‌ Faction, the process​⁠​ of using mana​​ is divided into​ four stages—recognition, extraction,‌ manipulation, and manifestation.‌ But the Wild⁠ Faction doesn’t draw⁠‌​ such clear distinctions.‌⁠​ The process is⁠‌ unified and relies​‍ more on feeling.”‍‌

“…Do​‌ you always use​⁠ magic like this?”​⁠

“Yes.​ It has its‌‌ advantages, but of‌ course, also its⁠‍⁠ drawbacks. If I explained every detail,​ the story would​‌ be too long…”​​‍

Dereck‌ didn’t want to‍ elaborate further here.‌‌‍ After all, this‌⁠‍ was just a brief encounter. He‍‌‌ tried to keep​‍​ it concise, eager​ to return to​⁠ his rest.

“In‍​⁠ short, just understand​ that the field​‌ of magic is‍​‌ a bit different,”⁠⁠‍ he said.

Differences⁠‍ in schools of​‍‍ thought aren’t easily​ sliced apart with‍​ a knife.

Wrapping​​ it up roughly​⁠ like that, Dereck​‌‌ leaned back against​⁠​ the wall of‌ the carriage again.‍​

To‌​​ the nobility, he​‌‌ was just a one-star mage. For‍‍ those who lived‍⁠ among four- and‌‍‍ five-star mages, a one-star prodigy from‌‍‌ an unconventional school​ was little more​ than a trivial‍‌ talent.

With‍⁠ that in mind,‌‍ Dereck closed his‍⁠ eyes tightly, trying⁠ to shake off‌ his exhaustion, but…​⁠

In‍‌ the girl’s eyes‍‍‍ watching him, there​‍​ was a peculiar​‌ sparkle.

***‍

He‍​​ thought he’d never‍ see the strange​‌‌ trio of attendants‌ again, but the‌‍‌ following week, they⁠⁠ returned to the‌​‍ tavern.

The⁠⁠⁠ request was similar.‍‌ Monsters had reappeared‍​​ on the borders‍ of the Duke’s‍⁠​ territory.

They​ were lavish people.⁠ Naturally, Jayden responded⁠‍​ with a wide​​ grin. However, since‌‌⁠ the condition was⁠‍ to bring a mage again, Dereck​ had no choice‌‍ but to follow‌ them.

So‍⁠ they hunted monsters,⁠‌ parted ways, and‌⁠ the next week‌ they came back‍ with another request…‍ The cycle repeated.‍

Each‍ time, they killed⁠‌ members of the⁠‌‌ Ayn tribe, and‌ on the way‌​ back to the‌​‌ carriage, they’d share​ casual chats about‌⁠ the current state⁠⁠⁠ of the world‍ or about magic—just⁠​ small talk to‌⁠‌ avoid awkward silences.⁠

However,‌‌⁠ they were always‌⁠ diligent in slaying‌​⁠ monsters.

Goblins,‍​⁠ trolls, kobolds… Dangerous‍⁠​ enemies for the‌ inexperienced, but not​‌ much of a threat if handled​‌ carefully by seasoned‍​​ mercenaries.

After⁠ several trips through‍​ the Duke’s lands‍​ dealing with border​‌⁠ monsters, they had‍⁠​ earned a considerable​⁠​ amount of money.​‍‍

Jayden‍⁠‍ spent his days‌‌ cheerfully singing, and​ Dereck, after receiving‌⁠⁠ his share, was‍⁠ satisfied. Money always‍‍‌ spoke the loudest.‍

They‍ enjoyed quality meat,​ well-maintained gear, and‌⁠ lived in relative‌ comfort.

“After‍‌‌ seeing your monster-hunting​⁠‌ skills, I’m sure⁠‌ your experience is​​‍ trustworthy. This time,‍‍⁠ the Duke’s lands‍ are offering fifteen‌‍​ Aydel gold coins.”⁠⁠​

“Fifteen‍ gold coins? Did‍‌ I hear that​​‌ right?”

Aydel‌ coins, the most‍⁠⁠ commonly used currency‍ in Ebelstain, could​ buy a room⁠‌‍ full of fresh-baked​​ bread with just‍ one gold coin.⁠

Fifteen‍⁠‌ coins could, without‍ exaggeration, replace the​ entire tavern building⁠ with a brand-new​ one.

“Hahaha,‌​‌ you’ve got a generous heart! Are‍ the monsters tougher‌‍‍ this time? Don’t‍‌⁠ worry! The Beldern‌‌ Mercenary Group has‍⁠⁠ shown how clean‌ our work is​⁠ over the past⁠ two months! Give⁠‌ us enough prep​ time and we’ll‍⁠​ even bring you‌​ the head of‌ a hellspawn demon!‌⁠ Hahaha!”

Jayden’s‌‌‍ face was glowing—clearly⁠ pleased. It was⁠⁠ rare to see​‌ an old man‌ so delighted, but‍ thinking about the‌‍‍ reward heading his​‍‌ way, Dereck couldn’t‍ help but swallow⁠ hard.

He‍‍ had heard stories​⁠⁠ of noble extravagance‍‌ but never imagined⁠​​ it would go⁠‌‌ this far.

“This‌ request is a bit different from‌ the usual ones.⁠​ But as always,‌‌​ you’ll need to‌ accompany us in⁠‌⁠ the carriage.”

“Yes,‍ the carriage is​ ready. We’re no‌​ longer strangers, are​‌ we? Hahaha.”

“Then,‌ let me formally​⁠⁠ introduce myself.”

“We’re‌​⁠ already close! Haha!⁠ Why so formal⁠⁠ now? Please, treat​ me casually! Let’s‍‍ keep it friendly!”‍‌‍

“I’m​⁠⁠ Delron, the steward‌⁠‍ of House Duplain.”‌‍

Jayden’s⁠​ warm and friendly⁠⁠‍ smile froze. Melvin‍ had been a false name.

Dereck⁠‍‍ had already suspected⁠‍​ they were using⁠⁠‍ lower status identities.⁠ But what did⁠‍ revealing them now​ mean?

Before‌ he could gather‌​​ his thoughts, the‍⁠ maid beside the‌⁠‍ steward bowed her‌‌ head as well.‍

“I’m‍⁠‌ Katarina, the estate⁠​ manager of the‍⁠ duchy.”

Not‌ a mere envoy,‌ but the steward.⁠⁠ Not a kitchen‍‌⁠ maid, but the⁠‍​ estate manager.

The⁠⁠​ steward was the​​ third-highest rank among​​​ servants, and the​‌​ estate manager ranked⁠‍‌ just below in‌⁠ a great house.⁠⁠‌

They⁠⁠ were the leaders​ of the staff,​‍ who usually never‌⁠‍ left the estate.⁠‍ People who earned‌​ in a few‌‍⁠ months what commoners​​​ made in decades.‍

And​ the girl who‌‍​ had pretended to‌ be an inspector​⁠​ gently lowered her​⁠​ hood and spoke⁠ with an elegant‌ smile.

“Aiselin‌‌​ Eleanore Duplain.”

Her⁠ eyes were soft‍ but resolute, with​ a clear purity⁠‍​ to them. That‌ bright gaze was⁠‌ directed at Dereck.‌

The‌ girl who looked​‍‌ directly at him‌‍⁠ spoke with an‍⁠ indescribable dignity, as‍‌ always.

“….”​‍

“My⁠​‌ goodness.”

The⁠ girl, watching Dereck‌⁠ in silence, added​​ softly,

“…Aren’t‍⁠ you surprised?”

He‌⁠‌ should be.

But⁠‌‌ Dereck had already‌‍ suspected her true‍ identity.

He‍ knew but pretended​ not to know⁠‍⁠ about her exceptional‍⁠ status. Dereck had​‌​ only thought about​‍‍ completing the job‌​⁠ and collecting his⁠ gold coins.

Now,⁠‍‍ why had they‍‌‌ revealed their status​​ first?

The‌ reason was clear.​‍

“If​‌‌ you don’t mind,⁠⁠ would you accompany​‍‌ us to House‌ Duplain?”

House⁠​ Duplain was one‌‌⁠ of the three‌‌​ most prestigious noble​‌​ families in the​​ entire empire. The‌‌ girl spoke with‍ utmost courtesy and‍​​ grace, but Dereck⁠ had no right​ to refuse.

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