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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 53: Value (7)

Chapter 53: Value (7)

‘Right​‍ now, Diella must‍​⁠ be training.’

A separate mansion had‍​ been prepared for‌​ Aiselin. Many flowers​ swayed in the‌ wind among statues‍⁠‌ adorned with beautifully‍​​ carved lilies on‌ their pedestals.

Creak.​

Aiselin,⁠ seated in the‍ garden reading a book, suddenly nodded,‌ her mind preoccupied⁠ with concern for‌ her younger sister.⁠​

Although‍ the magical duel‍‌‌ with Denise was​‍ to take place⁠‍​ at Diella’s mansion,‌ the outcome would​⁠ surely spread throughout​​‍ the Rose Salon.​‌

‘I‍‌‍ just hope nothing​ serious happens… And​​ that no unnecessary⁠ gossip comes of⁠​‍ it…’

Comparing⁠‍‍ others was a social habit. Even‍ when it meant⁠ nothing, people evaluated‍‌⁠ and contrasted, deciding‍ who was better‌​‌ or worse.

Beyond⁠⁠ right or wrong,‌ it was inevitable—and​‌ if one wanted‌‌ attention, it was‌​ something they had‌⁠ to endure. Aiselin‌ understood that well.⁠‍​

Having​​‍ recently gained notoriety‌ after entering Ebelstein’s​‌⁠ social circles, she‍⁠‌ had become nearly‍​⁠ synonymous with the⁠ face of the‌ Rose Salon.

Receiving‍‍ glances from noble‍ ladies, becoming the​ subject of whispers,​⁠‍ judgments, and comparisons—this​​ was as natural‌ as breathing. And‍ the figures she​⁠ was most often‍ compared to, of‌‌ course, were others⁠‍⁠ equally prestigious and⁠ exceptional.

If⁠ anyone could be‌‍⁠ mentioned in the⁠‌ same breath as⁠‍ Aiselin, it would​⁠‌ be Ellen and⁠⁠ Denise—the daughters of‍ the three great‍⁠ noble families.

Ellen​ was transparent both⁠ inside and out,​⁠ but Denise was‌ the complete opposite.​

‘She‌​‍ always maintains the⁠ appearance of an⁠ elegant lady, but‍ her true nature​‌⁠ seems more indolent​​ than expected…’

Aiselin’s‍‌‍ insight was sharp.⁠‌

Occasionally,‍​ when they crossed​ paths in duel​⁠⁠ arenas or academic​​‍ challenges, she had​⁠ managed to glimpse‍‍​ Denise’s essence.

Sometimes,‌ Denise’s gaze held​ disinterest, a clear‌ sign of boredom⁠ with everything.

Even⁠ her passions seemed‌⁠‍ driven only by‌​ necessity.

Most​‍‍ noble ladies were⁠‍ unaware of Denise’s‍ background, but the⁠ perceptive Aiselin had‌​​ discerned part of‍​ her true self‍⁠ through repeated encounters​‌ and careful observation.‌‌

No‌⁠ matter the situation,‍ Denise just wanted‍ to resolve it‌‍​ quickly and move‍ on, and if⁠​ the burden became​⁠ too great, she‌ would rather drop‍‍‍ everything and live⁠​‌ comfortably, armed with⁠​ extraordinary survival instincts.​‍‌

She‌⁠ had never wondered​​ what would happen⁠ if Denise gave⁠‍ it her all.​​

“…”​‍‌

Aiselin‍​‌ and Ellen had‍ always defeated Denise​‌‌ in magical duels.‌⁠​

Since‌​ Denise wasn’t obsessed⁠‍‌ with winning or‍ losing, once the⁠ spell exchange reached‍ a certain intensity,‌ she would simply​​⁠ surrender and end‌​ the match. Not‍⁠​ only Aiselin and⁠ Ellen, who were‌ relatively close to‍​​ her, but no​ lady in the‍ Rose Salon had‌⁠⁠ ever seen Denise⁠‌ fight with everything⁠ she had.

In‌‍ other words, no‌ one in the​ Rose Salon truly‍ knew her full​⁠ potential.

Ironically,​ that fact unsettled⁠‍ Aiselin.

When⁠⁠​ she saw Denise​​​ simultaneously conjure five‌‍‍ first-level combat spells—Shockwave,‌‌ Ice Lance, Magic‌⁠ Arrow, Rapid Freeze,⁠‍‌ and Thornbush—she couldn’t‌​ help but be​‌​ amazed.

Diella,‌‌⁠ furious, was trying‌⁠​ to utterly shatter​​⁠ Denise’s magical defenses⁠ without holding back.‌

If​⁠ one of them​‍⁠ ended up seriously⁠ hurt, it could⁠⁠ escalate into a conflict between families.‍‍‍ That was something​‌ Aiselin would deal‍‌ with when the⁠⁠ time came. With⁠‌ that brutal thought​‍⁠ in mind, Diella‌‌ hurled spells as‍​ if she were⁠‌ pouring them out.‍

***​

Though⁠‍ her momentum was‍​ as threatening as​⁠‍ a tiger on​‌ the attack, Denise⁠ smirked mockingly and⁠‌‌ raised her left⁠‌ hand to form​‍ a magic circle.‌‌

‘The​ mage women of⁠‌‍ the Duplain family⁠⁠⁠ certainly have strong​‍‍ personalities.’

Denise⁠​ had already gathered⁠ information on the​ three great noble​ families.

Compared⁠ to Aiselin’s magic,‍‍ which followed a well-structured path, Diella’s⁠⁠‌ was free and⁠ wild.

Though​​​ she used seemingly​⁠‌ ordinary first-level spells,⁠‍ the way Diella⁠‍​ freely modified them⁠‍⁠ made them difficult‍​ to deal with.‍​‌

However,⁠​‍ Denise’s specialty was‍​‍ bringing order to‌ chaos.

When​ she observed closely,‍ she could clearly‌​ see the patterns⁠‍​ within scattered magic.​⁠​ No matter how‍​ free the style,‍ personal habits and‍​‌ temperament would always​ show through.

Bang!​‌

She​ easily dodged the​​⁠ falling ice lances‍​⁠ and the pillars​ rising from the‍ ground.

Evading⁠ Diella’s magic wasn’t‌​ hard. But that⁠⁠‌ didn’t mean defeating‌⁠ her was easy.​‌

Boom!‍‌‍ Boom! Boom!

An‌‌⁠ overwhelming offensive power.⁠ The gap she​ created wasn’t something‍‍ easily overcome.

Denise‍​⁠ had an exceptional‌​⁠ talent for handling‍‌ magic with precision,​ but she wasn’t‌‍⁠ particularly skilled at⁠‍ defeating opponents through‌​ brute strength alone.⁠‌

She‍‍ simply sensed the‍‍ opponent’s magic, dodged,‍ exploited, and found​ openings.

Her‍ combat style resembled‍⁠ that of a swordswoman who had‍‍ refined her technique‍‍‌ to the limit.‌

‘She’s‍⁠ clearly intent on‌‍ giving me no​⁠​ chance to attack.‌ Does she know‍​ this instinctively…?’

While‌‌ Denise analyzed her‍⁠​ opponent with calculated⁠​ moves, Diella attacked​ like a natural‍‌​ disaster—wild and unrestrained.‌‍‍

If‌⁠ this were an​ academic duel, logic‌ and reason would‌⁠ be key to‌‌‍ victory, but in​‌ a magical duel,​‌ momentum and intuition​​⁠ weighed more.

In⁠‌‍ the end, this‍ duel in the⁠ training hall was‍​ favorable terrain for⁠ Diella.

‘Haa…’⁠⁠‍

A competent strategist never⁠⁠‍ walks into the‌ enemy’s trap. If⁠‌ Denise had truly‌​⁠ wanted to win,⁠⁠ she wouldn’t have⁠ allowed things to‍​​ reach this point.‍‌‌

But​​‌ since her original⁠‌​ plan was to⁠ lose, that’s how⁠ it had come​‌ to this. Now‌ that things had⁠ changed, all she​⁠‍ had to do⁠⁠‌ was find a path to victory‌ from here.

Amid‍‌⁠ the magical storm,⁠‍ Denise’s vision darkened‍ for a moment,​‍⁠ then lit up.​⁠

She⁠​ understood the flow⁠‍‍ of thought, took​​‍ in every detail⁠​⁠ as information, and⁠⁠ meticulously observed the‌​ movements of her⁠​ petite opponent.

Time​ slowed. For a moment, even sound‍ disappeared.

Her‍‌ heart pounded; her⁠‍​ mind accelerated. She‍​ grasped every thread‍​⁠ swaying from the‍ frills of her⁠⁠ dress, constructing the‍​⁠ logic needed to‍‌⁠ defeat her.

In⁠ the seconds that⁠ Diella’s spells flew—‌⁠

She‌‌ saw Diella’s figure​ through the gaps‍‍‌ between countless ice⁠ lances and magical‍‌‍ arrows.

She​⁠​ was small and‌⁠⁠ delicate. With abundant‌‍‍ blonde hair, marble-like‍⁠ skin, blue eyes⁠⁠​ like Denise’s, the​ habit of dragging‍‌⁠ her right foot​‍ slightly, inhaling deeply⁠​‌ when casting, and⁠⁠⁠ clenching her left‍​‌ fist when launching‍ ice lances.

“Lady⁠ Denise.”

“The‍ ability to sense‍‍‌ magic can be‌⁠⁠ honed through repeated‍​ practice. But the​ eyes that perceive‌ a person’s habits‌ and essence before⁠‍‍ their spells—those cannot‌‌ be taught. They‌‍​ come from experience.”‍‌

Her‌ sharp eyes followed‍​⁠ the direction of‍‍ the magic.

Her⁠ frilly dress was‌​‌ slightly oversized, her‍​ left arm moved‌⁠⁠ awkwardly, and the‌‍ black rose hairpin​​‍ on her head​ sometimes blocked her​​‍ view, making her‍‍ shake her head⁠‍ now and then.​ When the stormy‌ wind of her​‍⁠ spells blew, she‌‌ would firmly grip‍ her skirt.

From​​‌ fingertips to toes,‍‌ the girl named⁠⁠​ Diella had become​ information completely absorbed‌‌ into Denise’s mind.​‌‍

“Lady⁠‍‌ Denise’s observational skill‍‌‌ is a gift⁠‍ no one else‍‍ can learn. Isn’t​⁠⁠ this an age‌ where countless mercenaries‍‌ risk their lives⁠‍ in labyrinths to⁠​‌ sharpen their senses?”⁠

“Don’t​ underestimate the value⁠‌ of that ability,‌ Lady Denise.”

The⁠‌⁠ words of Dereck,‌⁠​ repeated many times‌‌ during their lessons,⁠​‍ echoed in her‌⁠‌ ears, turning her‌​ gaze serious.

While⁠ many of her​‌⁠ Beltus family peers​‍​ only cared about⁠ family prestige, it⁠ was her mentor’s‍‌ advice—someone who saw‌ her true nature—that‍​ nurtured her talent.‍​‌

Though⁠​‌ his face always⁠‌ looked like he‍‌‌ was chewing gravel,⁠​‌ she engraved those⁠ words in her​‌​ heart while pretending​‌​ to be indifferent.​​

Thud!‍

Diella’s⁠⁠​ spell hit and‍‌ dust billowed—but Denise’s‍⁠ magic barriers did⁠‌ not activate.

Boom!⁠‍ Boom! Boom!

Instead,‍⁠⁠ Denise’s magic began‌ to radiate from⁠ within the dust‍‌ cloud.

Instantly,⁠‍ a magical burst⁠ engulfed the area,‍ sweeping the dust‌​⁠ away in a blink.

With⁠​ silver hair fluttering,‌​ Denise invoked the​ two-star tracking spell⁠‍‍ “Vigilance.”

It‌ was the culmination⁠⁠ of exploration magic,​‍⁠ honed to perfection​‍‌ under Dereck’s tutelage.‍‍

Denise’s⁠ magic circle spread‌‌ across the entire⁠ hall in an‌ instant, dominating the‍⁠ space.

“Oh!”⁠

A spectacle of scattered​⁠ stars appeared. Not‍‌ only the servants⁠ but even Diella‍‍‌ widened her eyes⁠ in surprise.

Denise​⁠ was one of‌‌​ the three most​‌ respected ladies in‍‌ the Rose Salon.‍ Naturally, her magical​‌ skill was assumed⁠‌⁠ to be considerable.⁠

But​ no one had⁠‌​ expected her to⁠‌ be at the⁠‍ two-star level.

Even​‍ the renowned Aiselin⁠​ had only recently​‌ mastered two-star spells‌‌ and received praise‌ for it.

Yet​​ Denise had reached​​⁠ a comparable level—and‍⁠ had hidden it‌​ until now.

“W-What‌‍ is this…?”

Diella​​‍ stared blankly at‌‌​ Denise emerging from​‍‌ the dust. Denise​‍ wasn’t in perfect⁠ condition.

Her‌⁠​ skirt was torn,‌‌ covered in dust,‌⁠ and the ribbon‌ that tied her‍‌⁠ hair had come​‌ loose, lying on​ the floor.

Her‌‌​ face was stained​ with dirt, but‍‍ most shocking was⁠⁠⁠ the line of‍ blood running down⁠​ her temple.

It​​ was hard to⁠​‌ believe what she​ was seeing. Typically,​ magical duels between⁠‍⁠ noble ladies always‍‌ included high-level protective⁠⁠ barriers.

Because‍ no scratches or‌​ wounds were allowed⁠⁠‌ on their bodies.‌​ But seeing Denise,‍⁠​ it was clear​‍⁠ the barriers hadn’t‌ activated at all.⁠

Diella’s​⁠ eyes sharpened as⁠‍​ she sensed the‌ magical aura surrounding‌​‌ Denise’s body.

She‍ could clearly feel​⁠​ a powerful magic‌​​ barrier. It must⁠ have been embedded‍ in her jewelry,‌​ something not easily⁠‌​ deactivated.

Only‌⁠ one possibility remained.⁠‍​

‘She…​​‍ deactivated her own​⁠ barriers!’

Amid‍ the dust, she‌⁠ had removed the‍⁠ enchanted jewelry and‍‍‌ deactivated her barriers.​​ The reason was​ clear. The duel’s​⁠⁠ result was determined⁠ by whether or​‌​ not the opponent’s​​‌ barriers activated.

Since‍⁠ the rule was⁠⁠⁠ that a triggered‌ barrier meant defeat,⁠ she deactivated hers​ momentarily when no‍⁠⁠ one could see.‍ And when visibility‌ returned, she could‍ resume the facade‌ of having her⁠⁠ barriers up.

That​‌​ action didn’t just⁠ exploit a loophole​ in the rules—it⁠​ mocked them.

Until​ now, no one⁠‌ had avoided defeat⁠ in such a way. Of course,⁠ noble ladies were​⁠‌ considered too precious,‌​ and even a minor injury could⁠‌ cause a scandal.‌‌‌

How‍‍‍ important was honor⁠‍ in a magical‍ duel among nobles?‍‍‍ Relying on tricks‍ like this was‍ unheard of.

That’s‌‍​ why the idea‌ of removing one’s​‍ jewelry to disable​‌​ the barriers was‍⁠ unthinkable. But Denise​‍‌ wasn’t bound by​ convention. Even if⁠‌ there was no‌‌ honor in winning‌​‍ this way, she‍‍ had done it⁠‌‌ without hesitation, risking‍⁠‌ serious injury.

The​ reason was simple.‍ It wasn’t just‍ about honor. Her​​ mentor Dereck’s fate​‌ hung in the⁠​ balance of this‍‌‌ duel.

“An‌ insect caught in​ the web.”

With⁠‌‍ blood trickling down‍‌‌ her temple, Denise‌ smiled slyly and‌ activated a massive​ magic circle. What‍ did it matter⁠ if it was​‌​ a bit cowardly⁠‌ or underhanded? In​‍ the end, only​‍‍ victory mattered.

If⁠⁠ Diella thought it⁠⁠⁠ was cowardly, she‌⁠ could do the‌⁠ same and deactivate⁠ her barriers.

In​ fact, if she​ chose to, Diella⁠​​ could reveal her‌ own barriers. But⁠‌ if the duel⁠‌ reached that stage,‌⁠ it would turn​ into a bloody⁠​ brawl far beyond‍ a legitimate magical⁠ contest.

Even‌​⁠ so, if it⁠⁠ came to that,‍‌ the servants would⁠⁠ surely step in‍‌​ to stop it.‍‌‌ That wasn’t a bad option, but‌‍ Denise didn’t want‌‌ to risk any⁠​ further escalation.

So‌‌ she activated the‍ two-star spell “Vigilance.”⁠​⁠

It​​‍ hadn’t worked on‍ Dereck, but against‌‌ a fellow mage​ like Diella, it​ was completely different.‌ Once caught in​​‌ Denise’s magic circle,‍ the world would‌​ be hers until‌​‌ her magic depleted⁠ or the circle⁠ faded.

Like⁠‌ a venomous spider’s‌‌​ web, there was‌‍ no escape. As⁠⁠‌ proof, Diella’s movements‌‍ began to slow.‌

***​

“W-What…‌ what is this…?”​⁠⁠

The‌⁠ sensation of every‍ part of her‍‌ body being pierced⁠ by energy.

Even​‌ the slightest movement‌​ of her fingers,‍‍ the faintest tremble​ of her feet—everything​‍​ seemed to be​ under Denise’s conscious​‍ perception. It was​​ terrifying.

Shocked,​​‍ Diella tried to‍ summon an ice‍​‌ lance, but a magic arrow was​⁠‍ already flying toward‍ where it would‌‌ have formed. The​ arrow had been​‍‍ launched before the‍‌‍ lance even existed.​ The implications were​​⁠ massive.

It⁠ meant Denise knew‌ all of Diella’s⁠⁠ actions seconds in‌​​ advance.

“Ah…!”​​‍

No​​ matter what she⁠​ did, the countermeasure​​⁠ was already underway.‍ Denise’s eyes, focused⁠‌ to the extreme,‍⁠ were those of​‌⁠ a huntress effortlessly​‌​ capturing a clumsy​⁠ beast.

“Haah…‍ Haah…”

The​⁠ mistress of the‌‍ web, crouched down​ to cast her⁠​ spell, slowly rose‍ to her feet.​‌ Her disheveled silver⁠‌ hair fell over‍ her shoulders.

Her‌ gaze was that‌ of a sinister⁠‌​ creature approaching its⁠ pitiful, ensnared prey.⁠

Diella‍‍ understood immediately. Within‍ this circle, it⁠‍ was impossible to​⁠ create any variable‍​‍ outside Denise’s expectations.‍⁠

She​​⁠ had to escape⁠ the circle and‌‌‌ use her wild,‌‌ unpredictable magic to​⁠ counter Denise’s advantage.⁠‌

She⁠‍​ quickly looked around‍⁠‍ to assess the‌​ range of the‌ spell.

“…This‌​‌ is ridiculous.”

Unfortunately,⁠‌ Denise’s magic circle‌ covered the entire‍​‌ pavilion. Though she​ had learned the‍​‌ two-star spell “Vigilance”‍⁠ some time ago,​​ its original range​ was only a few meters.

But⁠‌ after training with​⁠​ Dereck in the‍ art of magical⁠‌ detection, her limits‌​ had expanded.

‘All​‍​ mages trained by⁠ Dereck surpass their​ own limits.’

She’d​ heard that rumor‍​ in the salons.​ And Diella had⁠⁠ overlooked the fact‍⁠​ that Denise, too,‌⁠ was one of‍ his students.

“What…⁠⁠⁠ is this…?”

No‍‍​ matter how brilliant‍​ Diella’s talent was,‍‍‍ she was still⁠ a rough gemstone.⁠‍

But​​‍ her opponent was​ already one of​‌​ the most prestigious⁠‍‌ figures of the‍ Rose Salon, and‌ the top student‌‌‌ of the greatest​‍​ teacher Diella knew.‌‍ Denise had always‍ thought she could‍​⁠ never match Aiselin,‌⁠ but in magical​⁠​ skill, she was‌ already comparable.

Once​‍‌ Diella realized this​ gap, the duel⁠‍​ was already over.⁠

Bang!⁠

“Ahhh!”⁠‍‍

A magic arrow slipped⁠⁠‍ elegantly through a blind spot in⁠‌ Diella’s awareness and‌ triggered her barriers.⁠‌

She‍⁠​ hadn’t even had‌‍ time to react.‍

“Ah!”⁠

As‍ her protective barriers‌ activated in an⁠⁠ instant and enveloped⁠ her, her pupils⁠ finally dilated.

It‍​‍ was Diella’s defeat.‌‌‌

“…No,​ it can’t be…”‍⁠‌

“How‍​ could she… reach‌‍ such a level…?”‌

The⁠‌ attendants who had‍​ witnessed the duel⁠ were drenched in⁠ sweat. They had⁠ known Denise’s magical‌​ level was high,​⁠‍ but never imagined‍‌ it was this‌ high.

In‍⁠ the silence that‍⁠‌ followed, Denise calmly​​‍ brushed the dust​⁠‍ from her dress‍‌‍ and spoke.

“It​​ was a good‌ duel.”

Denise,​ regaining her elegance,​​‌ smiled.

Silence‍‌ lingered a moment‍​ longer. As the⁠⁠​ atmosphere slowly settled,​‍‌ Diella bit her‍‌ lower lip hard.⁠

Tears⁠‍⁠ welled in her‌⁠ sparkling eyes.

Such‌‌⁠ was the world‌ of competition.

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