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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 50: Value (4)

Chapter 50: Value (4)

That⁠⁠‌ was the day⁠‍ after Diella, having‌⁠ completed preparations for⁠‌‍ her debut, visited⁠⁠ the Rose Salon.‍‌

The​‍‍ mansion inspection schedule‍⁠ had concluded, and‍ the salon membership‌‌‌ process had gone⁠ smoothly.

For‍‍ Diella, who had‍ clashed with so‌​ many noblewomen, extending‍‍‍ her hand to‍ the Rose Salon​⁠‍ was a highly‍ unusual event. As​‍ a result, interest‌‍ in Dereck—the man‌ who had tamed​​ and brought this‌‍ roaring lioness—skyrocketed.

Many⁠⁠ rumors claimed he​‌‌ had a tongue‍⁠‌ so charming even‍‍​ famous merchants would​ be envious, or‌ that his outstanding‍‌ looks could bewitch‍‌ the heart of​ any woman. Some‍ even whispered that‍ he was a hidden noble’s son,‍ concealing great wealth‍ and honor.

Denise,‌ upon hearing such‌​⁠ rumors, couldn’t help​ but feel a twinge of irritation.‍ Most were baseless,‍ but the fact‌​ that Dereck had​ fully persuaded Diella‍‌‍ to attend was‌​‌ a remarkable feat.​⁠​

“Good​⁠​ afternoon, Lady Denise.⁠‍ I’ve reviewed the⁠⁠ letter you sent⁠ last time.”

However,⁠​ although Diella had‌ yielded to Dereck’s​‌ persuasion to join‌‍‌ the Rose Salon,‍ her spirit remained⁠​‌ unshaken.

She​ had promised to‌ maintain good relations‌‌ with the salon,‌⁠ but she had‍‍​ no intention of‍‍ stopping her efforts​​ to pull Dereck‍‌ out of the​ Beltus family.

Upon​‌ arriving at the‍‌​ meeting, Diella immediately⁠ drew everyone’s attention‍⁠ and approached to​ greet Lady Denise.​

Denise,‍ who bore no​ ill will toward‍⁠‌ Diella, welcomed her‍‍⁠ with a radiant⁠⁠ smile.

“I⁠ can’t express how⁠ happy I am​ that you applied​⁠ to join the⁠ Rose Salon. Having​ the shining jewel‍‌⁠ of the Duplain‍ family, Lady Diella,‍​ is a great‍⁠ honor for us.”‍​

“I‍​‌ appreciate it. In⁠​‌ any case, I’ve​⁠‍ considered the proposal​‌ you offered. How​⁠‍ about a magic⁠‌ duel next week?”​​​

Diella’s‌‍​ manner of speaking⁠ lacked the expected‍ courtesy of nobility.​‍

Ignoring‌​ Denise’s intent to‍​ start with light‍‍‌ conversation, Diella went‍‌ straight to the​ point, paying no‍ mind to the​ glances around her.‍‍ Her approach was‌ somewhat rude, but‌ from Denise’s perspective,​​⁠ it wasn’t unwelcome.‌‍ If the other⁠‍ party intended to​⁠ take Dereck, she‍⁠‌ could only be⁠ thankful.

“That​‍​ sounds interesting. I’ve⁠ often heard rumors⁠‌ about Lady Diella’s‌ extraordinary magical skill,‌‌ and I’d love‍ to see who’s‌‍ superior.”

“If​⁠​ I win, the⁠ Beltus family must​ cancel Dereck’s contract⁠ entirely.”

“That‍ decision lies with⁠⁠ my father. I assume you’ve brought​‍⁠ something of equal‍‍⁠ value?”

At⁠‌ that, Diella paused,⁠⁠ then crossed her⁠‌ arms, lifted her​ chin, and spoke.​​

“If⁠‌ I lose, I’ll⁠ purchase ‘View of‌​‌ the Corhess Granary⁠​ District’ from your⁠ estate using Duplain‌​⁠ family funds. I’ve⁠ obtained consent from‍ Valerian, the next​ head of our‌‍ house.”

At​‍‍ her words, Denise’s‍​‍ expression tensed momentarily.‌​ The meaning behind​‍​ Diella’s statement wasn’t‌​ immediately clear. It⁠‌‍ was evident that‌ those present, like‍⁠​ Aiselin and Ellen,‍‌‌ were confused.

‘View‍⁠ of the Corhess⁠​ Granary District’ was‌​‍ the name of‌ a large painting‍​ highly valued and‍‍ stored in the‌​ basement of Denise’s⁠⁠ estate.

It‌⁠ was a landscape​‍​ depicting the Corhess​​ Granary District in​‍​ the southwestern continent,​‌⁠ a famous masterpiece​ by the renowned‌‍​ female artist Countess​‌ Lependor.

How‍ could the offer‍‍ to “buy” it‍​ serve as such‍‍‌ a bold condition?‍​ Before the attendees​ could feel uneasy,‍‍​ Denise stepped forward,‌​⁠ smiling as she‍ spoke.

“Of⁠⁠⁠ course, it’s wonderful‌‌​ for our art⁠ to be acknowledged​​ in value simply‍⁠‌ by being bought‌‌ at a fair⁠‌​ price. Especially by‌​ the Duplain family—and⁠‌ not just anyone,⁠​ but the watercolor⁠⁠ expert Lady Diella.‌⁠‍ If she pays‍ a proper price‍‍​ for a painting,⁠⁠​ it also validates⁠‌ my reputation through​‍ her selection.”

Denise​​​ quickly formulated a plausible rationale in‍‍​ her head. Upon‌​‍ hearing her words,​​ Diella scoffed briefly‍​ but didn’t add‍ anything further.

“Are​​ you sure it’s‍ okay? Countess Lependor’s‍‌⁠ paintings often fetched‌​ irrational prices even​ while she was⁠ alive.”

“Don’t‍⁠ worry, I’ll pay⁠⁠ whatever price is‍‍‌ asked. Though, I doubt it’ll come‌​‍ to that.”

“Yes,⁠⁠ then my father‍ will likely consider‌‌ it favorably.”

Denise⁠ responded with a bright smile.

After‌​‍ all, she just‌‌​ needed to present‍​ terms that would‍‍‌ permit the duel.⁠‌ She had no‍‍‌ intention of actually‍​ winning it.

Still,‌​ Diella’s proposed terms‌ were startling. The‌‍‌ other ladies in‌ the salon wondered⁠‌ whether buying a painting was such​ a big deal,‍ tilting their heads⁠ in curiosity—but Denise‍ remained tense.

Still‌‌ with her arms‍‍​ crossed, Diella huffed‍‍ and turned away.‌

“I’ll⁠‍ send more details‌ by letter.”

With‍ that, Diella departed,​‍⁠ followed by a few lesser nobles.‍⁠

Despite‌ Diella’s intimidating presence,⁠​ many nobles were‌‍‍ still eager to⁠‌ win her favor.⁠

***⁠‌

That⁠ day, just after‌ the meeting ended‍⁠ and she returned⁠‌‍ to the mansion,⁠‍‌ Dereck was there‌​ to greet her.‍‍

Dereck​‍ had been reviewing‌‍‌ the day’s training‍‌‌ schedule while waiting⁠ for Denise to‍​ return, and his‌ presence felt so​‌ natural—almost like family—that​‍ Denise let out‍​‍ a sigh.

She‌⁠​ had to admit​ that Dereck’s presence‌ had become something⁠‌ normal for her.​​‌

“Lady​⁠ Denise, you’ve worked‍‍ hard today. After‌‍‌ dinner, we’ll dive​ deeper into the​‍ two-star exploration magic‌‍ training…”

“Did​ you hear the⁠​ news from the‍​‌ butler?”

“…”⁠⁠

“Lady⁠ Diella of House​​ Duplain has challenged‌ me to a magic duel. If⁠ I lose, you’ll​⁠⁠ have to leave‌ for House Duplain.”‍‍

In​‌⁠ truth, it was⁠ simply a matter‌ of terminating the‌ contract with House​ Beltus.

After⁠‍‍ that, Dereck would‍‍‍ decide which house‍​‍ to join, but⁠‍‌ it was obvious⁠ that moving to⁠⁠ House Duplain would‍⁠ be more advantageous.⁠​ Diella clung to‌ every word Dereck‍​‌ said, so being⁠‍⁠ by her side​‍‍ clearly meant a greater boost in​‌ Dereck’s status.

However,‍​⁠ upon hearing Denise’s​‍ words, Dereck got‌ straight to the​​⁠ point.

“Isn’t‌​ this a situation⁠ you orchestrated yourself,⁠‌ Lady Denise?”

“…Ugh.”‍‌‌

This‍‍⁠ man, Dereck, had⁠​ a sharp intuition​​ for the strangest⁠‍‌ things. He could‌ act like a simple man who‍ only knew a single spell, but⁠‍ once he got‌ serious and rested⁠⁠ his chin on‍‌ his hand, he’d⁠ start piecing things‌‍⁠ together—and he wasn’t​‌ easy to deceive.​

It⁠ was true; Dereck⁠⁠ had easily deduced‌ that Denise had‌⁠ set this situation​ up. His conclusion​‍‍ came after observing‍ her movements, her​​ demeanor at the‍ salon, and her‍‍ lack of hostility​ toward Diella.

Denise‍⁠ narrowed her eyes⁠‍‌ and took a deep breath. After‍ all, she thought​ it was time⁠ to be honest‍‍⁠ with Dereck.

“Fine‍⁠ then. I’ll admit‌ it honestly—you’re a good instructor.”

After‍⁠⁠ changing into a lovely ruffled dress,‍‌​ Denise sat on‌‍ the bed in⁠‌ a corner of⁠⁠ the room. Her⁠ silver-gray hair fell⁠ like a shimmering‌⁠‍ blanket.

The‍‌‍ white-haired mage, as​‌ always, showed no​​ emotion on his​⁠ face. He could‌ be talkative when⁠‌⁠ discussing magic—even enthusiastic—but​‌‍ still remained calm​‌ to the end.‌

“At​ first, I had‌​ a hard time​ adapting to your⁠ teaching style, and​‍ my laziness didn’t‍‌‌ help at all…​ But, well, putting⁠ in effort has⁠ its meaning. Mastering‍​ magic is fun.”‌

“…That’s‌ rare to hear​‌​ from you. I thought you’d never‌ admit that magic‍ is fun.”

“I​⁠ do have my⁠‌ pride, you know?​ After vehemently denying​​​ and rejecting it,‍‌ suddenly admitting it’s⁠‌‍ actually fun is‍ a little embarrassing.”‌

Denise‌‍‍ was a completely‍⁠‌ different person inside‍⁠⁠ the mansion compared​‍ to outside.

Outside,‌ she was the‌‌‌ most admired and⁠⁠​ beautiful woman; inside,⁠ she was just‌​ a lazy creature.⁠⁠

Too‍​​ proud to accept‍​‌ Dereck’s genuine kindness,‍‍ she wrestled with‌ it.

“Anyway,‌‌‍ I know you’re‍‍ a good instructor.⁠​ And that’s exactly​​ why there’s nothing‌‌ for you in‌‌‌ House Beltus. Thinking⁠ you could be‌ my instructor wasn’t​‌‍ a wise decision.‌​‌ You should move‍⁠ to the Duplain⁠ side when I give you the​‌‌ chance.”

“Lady​‌​ Denise, you’re the‌ most beloved woman‍‌⁠ of the famous⁠ Beltus family in‌ Ebelstain. Everyone wants​‍​ this position.”

“You‍‌ know one thing​ but not the‍​ other. Well, given⁠‍⁠ the situation… and⁠⁠ since the Duplain‌ family seems to⁠‌​ know everything anyway,⁠‍‍ there’s no harm‍‌ in telling you.”‌​‍

Denise‍​‍ crossed her arms‌⁠ and looked calmly‍ at Dereck.

Then‍ she scoffed and‌ said,

“You’re⁠​​ not as valuable​ as you think.”⁠⁠‍

With​ that, she stood⁠‍‍ and headed to​‌ the mansion’s basement⁠‌ with Dereck.

***‌‌

“Do​‍ you know what⁠‍ Lady Diella stipulated‍ as the condition‍ for the magical​‍​ duel? If she​‍ loses, she will‍ buy the painting⁠ ‘View of the​⁠ Corhes Granary’ stored‍‍⁠ in this mansion’s​‌ basement.”

“…What‌​​ does that mean?”‍​

The‍‍ stairs down to‌​ Denise’s basement were‍⁠⁠ dark and damp.​ For a cellar‌ beneath such an⁠ ancient, luxurious mansion,​‌ it felt rather‌‌ unsettling.

Dereck‌ conjured a small​‌ magical light to⁠ illuminate their path,⁠ and Denise, grateful,⁠ followed him deeper‌ into the basement.⁠⁠

“Is‍⁠ buying a painting‌‌⁠ a big deal?”‍⁠

“You​​‍ wouldn’t understand… but​‍​ once you know⁠‍​ the whole story,‍​ you’ll understand why⁠ my father has​‍‍ no choice but⁠‍ to accept these‍​​ terms.”

They⁠ descended the stairs​‌​ to reveal a large wooden door‍ ahead. Carved with​⁠ intricate reliefs, the​⁠ words ‘Art Storage’⁠⁠‌ were engraved above⁠ it. Denise produced⁠‌‍ the Beltus family‍ seal and channeled‍ magic through it;​ the door slowly​⁠ swung open. She‍⁠​ gestured wearily for‌‍​ Dereck to follow⁠ her inside.

When⁠‍ Denise took out‍ the Beltus family‌‌​ seal and channeled‍‍ magic into it,⁠⁠​ the door responded⁠‍‍ by slowly opening.‌​ Immediately after, she⁠ wore a tired‌‌‌ expression and motioned‍⁠ for Dereck to⁠‌​ follow her inside.⁠⁠

The‌​ sign at the⁠​ entrance hadn’t lied;‍​​ the basement was‍‍⁠ filled with all​ kinds of artworks.‍​‌ Famous paintings, large⁠ sculptures, small musical​ instruments—even clay dolls‌‌‍ were on display.‍⁠⁠

Seeing‌ that each item​‌‌ even had an⁠‍ elegant label, it‌ was clear they​‌ were all valuable‍ pieces. However, there‍⁠ was a strange​‍ sense that they​ were stacked inside‍ a grand house​​‍ built for a socially active woman​‌​ in Ebelstein.

“I‍‍‍ wasn’t expecting an‌⁠‍ entire art repository​‌ down here.”

“Normally,⁠‍⁠ you wouldn’t find‍‌ an art storage⁠‍ room in the​⁠​ Ebelstein mansion where​ a noble lady‍​ resides. I’m not⁠⁠‍ as much of‍⁠‌ an art expert​⁠ as Lady Diella,⁠​​ so it’s strange,​​ isn’t it?”

Denise​‍‌ took a deep‌⁠ breath and looked​ around. She had‌​‍ barely brought any‌‌‍ servants. In this‍ dark and damp⁠ basement, the only⁠‍‍ one present was⁠⁠⁠ the silent white-haired‍⁠‍ mercenary.

As​​ if it didn’t‍⁠⁠ matter, Denise weaved⁠ her way between​⁠⁠ the artworks, showing​ Dereck various valuable‍ items.

Dereck,​‍​ who wasn’t very‍⁠ knowledgeable about art,⁠‍ could tell even⁠‍ as a layman‌ that those objects​ seemed quite valuable.‍​

As​‌⁠ they went deeper​ in, a display‌⁠ appeared, covered by​⁠ a large curtain.​‌⁠ There was a simple sign describing‍‌ the artwork.

‘View‍‍​ of the Corhes​ Granary – Logdel⁠‌‍ Agnes Rephondor’

“Is​​⁠ this it? The‌ painting you said⁠⁠‍ you’d buy if‍ you won the⁠⁠​ duel?”

“Would‍ you like to​‍⁠ see it?”

Denise​‌‌ pulled back the‍ curtain covering it.⁠​ There was curiosity⁠⁠ about what kind​⁠ of painting would⁠ be the subject​ of such an⁠ important bet.

However,‌⁠ when the curtain‌ was opened, the‍ canvas revealed was‍⁠ completely blank.

“…”​⁠‍

“And?‍ Do you grasp‍ Countess Rephondor’s perspective‍ on using negative‍‍​ space?”

“I⁠​ often encounter negative-space‌⁠ art in Lady‌​ Diella’s work, but​‌ a canvas that’s⁠⁠‌ entirely empty is‌​ hard to evaluate—to‌ me, it just‍‌ looks blank.”

“Ahaha…⁠‌ I expected that.‌ The painting called⁠ ‘View of the⁠‍ Corhes Granary’ doesn’t​ actually exist.”

While‍ Dereck watched her⁠‍ in silence, she‍ casually tied up‍‍ her neatly groomed​​​ hair and sat​‌‍ down on a dusty shelf.

Dereck‌‌ noticed how little‌ she cared about⁠‌⁠ the dust on⁠ her luxurious dress.​​​ Denise seemed to‌ want to say​ something.

“It’s‍‍ a painting that⁠‌‌ exists only in‌‍​ the accounting books.‌‌‍ Countess Rephondor was‌⁠ very prolific, but‍‍ she never painted‍ such an image.”⁠‍​

“…”‍‍

“Officially,‍‍ it’s recorded that​ I used family‍‌ funds to purchase‌​​ it. The amount‌ was quite large,⁠‍‍ but after all,‍ it’s not unusual‍⁠⁠ for a noblewoman’s⁠ home to be‌‍​ decorated with expensive​‍ artwork. It’s a plausible reason to⁠⁠ say it’s an⁠​‌ investment to enhance⁠ my artistic taste​‌⁠ and discernment.”

At‌‍‌ that moment, Dereck​‍‍ asked no further.​‍ Even after this​ event, he knew⁠‍ that the story‍‍‍ being revealed was‍ not something told‍ merely to a plebeian-born tutor.

Dereck​​‌ held his breath‍‌⁠ for a moment,​‍ recalling the sight‍‍⁠ of Denise’s mansion.‍ Its size was‌ impressive, but compared‌⁠ to other noblewomen’s​ homes, it lacked‌​‌ artworks and luxuries.‌‌‍

He‍⁠‍ had thought it​ reflected Denise’s temperament,​‍ but that wasn’t⁠‌ the only reason.‌⁠

“The‍‌​ family diverted taxes.”​

“To‌⁠ accomplish great things,​​‍ one needs funds⁠⁠⁠ and power that⁠​ don’t fall under⁠‌⁠ the Empire’s scrutiny.‍ That means even‌ the taxes owed⁠ to the royal‍ family must be​​ reduced and manipulated.”‍‌‌

“Is​​ that Lady Denise’s‍​ opinion, or His​‌ Grace the Duke⁠ of Beltus’s?”

“Does‍‍​ it matter? My‌​ father and I are one family.”⁠‌

Denise‍​ laughed, her voice​​⁠ hollow.

In‍‍ short, the mansion​ in Ebelstein where⁠‍​ Denise lived was⁠⁠⁠ used as a kind of money‍‌ laundering facility, diverting⁠⁠ taxes under the​ name of House‌ Beltus.

Of⁠‌‌ course, Denise, the‌‍ mistress of the‍‍⁠ house, couldn’t be‍ unaware of this.‍​⁠ Nor could she‌⁠‌ refuse to cooperate.​⁠

From‌⁠ time to time,‍‌‍ the royal family‌ audited the books‍ or sent people‌ to inspect the⁠ domain. But it​ was unlikely they’d⁠​​ search the basement​ of a house‌​ meant for their⁠​ daughter’s social education.‌​ This mansion in⁠‌ Ebelstein, transferred to‌​ her, was effectively‌ a blind spot‌ for royal audits.‌​

The‌⁠⁠ large canvas, although‍‌ said to be​‌ a work of‌​ art, had no‍‍ painting. Finding the‍‍​ empty scene amusing,‌​‍ Denise gave a strange smile.

“Lady‍ Diella must have‌​‌ caught wind of⁠‍​ this situation. She’s‌‍ interested in art​ history and the‍‌​ works of famous‍‌ female painters.”

“…Can‌‌‍ you tell me⁠ this?”

“After‌⁠ all, Lady Diella‌ doesn’t hide anything‌ from you, does‌⁠ she? If someone‍⁠‌ from House Duplain‍ knows this much,‍‍ it can’t be⁠ kept secret. The⁠ only thing left⁠⁠⁠ is an arrangement.”⁠‍

This​ dark art storage‌​ was likely one​‌ of Denise’s greatest‌ secrets. Of course,⁠‍ diverting taxes to⁠ create independent funds⁠ was something powerful​ frontier nobles did​‌​ when bored. The‍​‍ Empire surely got‍ dizzy from it.​⁠

It‍⁠​ was just a matter of how⁠​ skillfully it was‌‍​ hidden. Neither House⁠‍ Duplain nor Belmierd​‍ could claim to‍⁠ be uninvolved in‍‍ such corrupt practices.‍⁠‌ It simply remained⁠⁠ a secret at​‍ the imperial level.⁠​‌

But⁠‍⁠ whether it came​​ to light or‍⁠ not—and whether a noble lady was‍‍ directly involved in‌‌‍ corrupt acts—was a different story.

“You‌‍‌ said you’d buy‍⁠‍ this painting.”

How‍⁠ could Diella buy​‍‌ a painting that‍‍‌ didn’t exist? Still,‌‍ upon reflection, it⁠ wasn’t impossible.

After⁠ all, this was​ a matter between​ families. Making a purchase in the‍⁠ accounting books wasn’t​⁠​ difficult. Just dip‍‍ a quill in‌​ ink and jot‍‌⁠ down a few‌​ lines—that was all.⁠⁠‍

Dereck​ finally seemed to‍ grasp the real⁠⁠ intent behind Diella’s⁠ superficial words.

The⁠​ story aimed to⁠‍‌ exploit an accounting​​ loophole centered on‍⁠ a nonexistent painting‍‌‍ for House Duplain.‌ And most importantly,​‍​ they were offering‌⁠ liquid cash—an extraordinary‌ condition.

For⁠ a family as​‍‌ large as the‌‍ Duplains, hiding such⁠ a hole wasn’t‌‍‌ difficult. The larger‍‌⁠ and denser the​​ forest, the more⁠‍ places to hide‌‍⁠ treasures. That was‌⁠ the nature of‍​ transactions between noble​​‌ families.

In​​⁠ the Empire, many​‌‌ things ultimately came‍⁠​ down to how‍ silently one could‍ hide and reveal⁠‌ corruption. Diella was‍ well aware of​‍ this, and Denise⁠ understood she couldn’t​‌ escape it.

“Lady‍‌‌ Diella has a sharp eye. She‍ shouldn’t be underestimated.⁠⁠​ I didn’t expect​ her to expose⁠⁠​ the core issue‍ so openly.”

Young,⁠ inexperienced, and brazen.​‍‌ Yet a glimpse‍​ of her noble⁠ perspective and sovereign⁠ attitude made it‍⁠‌ impossible to predict‍ what kind of‌‌‌ person Diella might‌‌‍ become.

For‍‌ now, the only‍ person who could‍‌ keep things under‌‌ control in Ebelstein​‌⁠ was Dereck.

“In‍‌ Ebelstein’s social circle,⁠‌ those who represent‍ the names of‍ the three great⁠​‍ noble families are⁠ all the same.⁠⁠ I’ve tried teaching​⁠ them in various​​ ways, but none⁠⁠⁠ are easy to​ handle.”

“You’re‍​‍ right, Dereck. Lady‌​‍ Aiselin, Lady Ellen—they⁠​‌ all know how⁠‍​ to wield the⁠ power they possess.​ They’re not influenced‌ by power; they⁠‍ naturally embody the⁠ art of controlling​‍​ it.”

The‌ standout young ladies‌​⁠ of Rose Hall‍‌‍ were typically blessed​‍ with the love⁠‍ of their family‍ heads, entrusted with⁠ full authority over​‌‌ their households, and​​⁠ developed as influential‍‍​ figures.

In⁠‌⁠ a few years,⁠‌‍ each would likely‌ stand out.

However,⁠ it was Denise⁠​ herself who gave‌​‌ a hollow laugh⁠ and averted her⁠‌‌ gaze downward. In‍⁠​ that demeanor, Dereck‍‍ felt as though​​ all aspects of​​ Denise he had‍ seen so far‍‌​ came together as⁠‌‍ one.

A girl whose goal​ was to maintain‌ a life without‍⁠⁠ vitality, without ambition,‍ stingy with accomplishments,​‍ and content with​​‍ simply maintaining the⁠⁠ house, reading novels,‌ and wasting time.⁠​

The‌ memories of a worn-out Denise in‍​​ Raspah Cave came‍ to his mind‌ as they talked.​‍⁠

She​ lost interest in‍‍ magic when she​ realized that no‌‌ matter how hard‌​​ she tried, her​‍​ achievements would always​‍⁠ be just a small part of‍ the grand House⁠‍‌ Beltus.

“I’m‌ like a chess​‍ piece,” Denise said,‌‍ as if letting​ the words slip.​⁠

She‍⁠ received full support‍‌​ from the family,‌‌ just like Lady​‌ Aiselin and Lady‌‍​ Elente, but the‌‌ motivation behind that‍​ support was different.​

There‌ wasn’t a shred​ of love for​ a daughter, nor‌​‌ familial affection. The‌​​ cold gaze of⁠‍‍ the Duke of‌​‍ Beltus overseeing the⁠‌‍ household contained no‌ familial love. He‌​⁠ was just one⁠ of the many‌‍ cogs that made‍⁠⁠ up House Beltus.​‌​

In​ truth, this was​​‍ a common trait‌‌ among the high‌ nobility.

“Do⁠⁠ you understand now?⁠⁠ Right now, I’m‌⁠ adored in Rose‍‌ Hall and treated‍ as valuable by‌‌ House Beltus, but⁠ it’s all out⁠​‍ of necessity. In‍ the end, if​⁠ needed, they’ll blame⁠‌ me for the‌​ embezzlement or sell⁠ me off in‌​ a political marriage—or⁠ use me in‌ the most efficient⁠‍⁠ way possible. That’s‌‍‌ how it works.”⁠⁠

“…”​​

“It’s‍⁠ just that the‍​⁠ other girls in‌ Rose Hall are‌‌⁠ too exceptional. They‌‍⁠ have strong convictions,​ can influence the‌​​ family environment, and​⁠⁠ know how to​​‍ make big decisions…⁠⁠ If you’re going‌‌ to invest, isn’t​‌⁠ it worth doing⁠ so in that‍‍⁠ direction?”

Although⁠‌ she thought she‌ was just trying​ to talk Dereck‌‌‍ away, there was‌‌​ sincerity in her⁠​‍ words.

She‍​​ always complained of‍​​ pain during training​‍ with him, but​⁠ deep down, she‌​ had already accepted⁠ him. Dereck’s eyes‌⁠ narrowed as he‌ silently looked at‍​‌ her, sitting calmly​ with her silvery-gray‌ hair splayed over⁠​⁠ the shelf.

That‌​ girl, sitting with‌ her head bowed,​‍ already had broken⁠‍​ wings. Her many‌‍‌ childhood experiences must‌ have made her‍‌ accept her current‍ reality. What followed‌​ was a chronic‌ apathy.

But​‍​ she couldn’t just⁠⁠​ throw everything away.​‌‌ Those without value‌‌ would be discarded—that‍ was the cold‌‍⁠ reality of this⁠ aristocratic world. Therefore,‌‍‍ she had to‍ be a unique‍‍‍ human figure, fulfilling‌​ at least her​⁠ minimum duty while⁠‌​ preserving her ambitions.‍‍

A bird with broken‍‌ legs.

Even‌‍⁠ if she longed‌ to walk on⁠‌⁠ the ground, she​‍​ had to keep⁠ flying with her​‍⁠ wings folded.

The​​‍ end of this‌ flight, with no‍ end in sight,‍‍ probably wouldn’t be​ good.
The bird itself‍​‍ sensed it, at‍​‍ least a little.⁠⁠

That’s​⁠‍ why Denise told‍ Dereck to go‌​⁠ to House Duplain.‍ Whether it was⁠‍‍ Aiselin or Diella,‍ they would handle⁠‌ the helm more‍⁠​ skillfully than Denise​‍‍ ever could. They⁠​ were individuals of​⁠⁠ a different caliber.⁠‍

Even⁠​​ both of them⁠‌​ fully trusted Dereck.⁠‌‍ Where else could​‌ better conditions be‍‍ found? It was​​​ always wiser to⁠⁠ stay close to⁠‍ power.

A high-nosed noble lady‍ wouldn’t normally speak⁠‍ so openly.
However, in Denise’s​ eyes, someone like​ Dereck belonged to⁠ such wide waters.⁠

At‌⁠​ first, her focus⁠⁠ was on regaining‌ her peaceful daily‌⁠​ life, but after⁠ meeting Diella, such‌⁠ thoughts began to​ form.

After‍‌ all, Denise herself‌ was just a horse tamed by​⁠​ House Beltus.

“What⁠‍‌ do you think?‌‍ You can’t deny‍ it, can you?”​

“It’s‌‍‌ true. Lady Denise’s​ words are undeniable.”‌⁠

“Good.‍ Then once everything’s​​‌ resolved, contact the​ Duplains.”

While⁠⁠‌ Denise laughed emptily,⁠ Dereck finally gave‍⁠ a simple reply,‍ making her long‍​ explanation seem pointless.⁠​​

“I‍‍ don’t want to.”‍‍

“…??”⁠‌

Faced‍ with a completely‍‌‌ unexpected answer, Denise⁠ had to tilt⁠⁠ her head in‍ confusion. After making⁠ sure she hadn’t​ misheard, she looked⁠​ at Dereck with⁠ wide eyes.

“I‌ appreciate the thought,​​ but shouldn’t I be the one⁠⁠‌ to decide where‌‌ I live?”

Denise⁠​ wore a look​​ of disbelief. To⁠ anyone watching, taking​ Denise as a mentor seemed like‍‍ nothing but a loss.

At⁠‍​ least, that’s how​​‌ it seemed to⁠‌‌ Denise.

However,⁠ Dereck moved silently‍​ and sat on⁠ the shelf next‍‍​ to her.

She⁠ couldn’t help but​‌ question his actions.⁠‍​

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