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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 55: Drop of Blood (1)

Chapter 55: Drop of Blood (1)

When‌ Denise returned to​‍ the mansion, everyone—from‌‍‍ the head butler​ to the maids—was‍ in shock. She​‍ had come back‍ with injuries on‌‍ her beautiful body.⁠

Denise​ was someone the‍ maids would kneel‍ to and beg​‍ forgiveness if she‍ so much as⁠⁠ got a small‍ scratch on her⁠⁠ finger.
But this time,​‍⁠ her forehead was‍ gashed and bleeding.​

“Lady‍​​ Denise!”

“Are​‌ you all right?‍ Please, come inside​‍⁠ quickly! We must‍‍ treat you!”

As‍ she stepped down​⁠ from the carriage,​⁠⁠ Denise’s hair was‍‍‌ disheveled, her dress‍ torn in several‍ places, and she‌⁠ was covered in⁠ dust. It was⁠⁠ clear something serious‍‌​ had happened during⁠‌‍ her duel with⁠ Diella.

The‍ servants swarmed around⁠​ her to check⁠‌ her condition, while‍ others interrogated the‌​‍ escorts and coachman.⁠‍​ For a long‌⁠ while, the entire​‌ mansion came to‌ a standstill.

However,⁠‍ Denise, as if​‍ nothing had happened,‍‍ smiled serenely and​‍ said:

“It’s⁠ nothing.”

Logically,‍ she should have‌​‌ been angry, given‍ her wrecked state—but‍⁠​ instead, she wore‌‌ a strangely refreshed​​‍ expression.

“When‍‌​ I cast my‍⁠⁠ tracking magic, Diella,‌ that savage, froze‌⁠​ in shock. I thought I should‍‌ say something cool‍ and impactful then…‍ but I couldn’t‍‌‌ come up with⁠⁠‍ anything. Hm, I should’ve prepared a better exit line…”​‌⁠

Unconcerned⁠ about her wounds,⁠ Denise returned to‍‌ the mansion, receiving⁠​ treatment from the‍ maids as she‍ proudly recounted her⁠ feat to Dereck.‍⁠ Dereck was taken​⁠ aback as he‌‌⁠ listened.

In‍ his eyes, Diella​‍ was practically his​‍ direct disciple. Even​​⁠ Ellen still fell‍‌ short of Diella’s​ talent, so he‌​​ had expected Denise​ to struggle in​​ their confrontation.

Especially⁠ since Diella’s unpredictable​‌‍ mana use posed‌ a tough challenge‌​‌ for young noblewomen​​​ trained in academic​​‍ magic. Yet contrary‌‌ to his concerns,‌‍ Denise had completely​‍⁠ dominated Diella.

Denise’s‌‌ rate of magical‌‍​ improvement was so‌⁠ fast that likely​​ no one in⁠‌ Ebelstein could keep‌ up with her.⁠​

“And⁠ then she looked‌‌‌ like her pride‍​ had been shattered,‌⁠⁠ tears streaming down⁠ her face. And‍ this after she’d⁠ acted like she​ was going to‌​‍ devour me in​‌ the tea room?⁠⁠ Well done. Really‌‌ well done.”

“Are‍⁠‍ your injuries all‌ right?”

“As‌ you can see,‍ just a few‌ scratches, and they‍​ say they won’t‍​ leave scars. But‌‍ what matters is—you​ should’ve seen that‍ girl’s face. Ugh,‌⁠ if I hadn’t‍⁠ kept my composure,​ I would’ve mocked⁠‌​ her mercilessly.”

Denise‍ spoke proudly, puffing‌​⁠ up her chest‍⁠‍ as she looked⁠ at Dereck.

“No​⁠ matter how fine​⁠‍ a gemstone is,‍‌ if it’s just‍⁠ begun to be​⁠‍ polished, it can’t⁠ beat me. She‌‍​ lacks experience in‌​ duels and the⁠ resolve needed in​⁠ critical moments. She‍‌ doesn’t even have⁠‌ the wits to​‌ remove her accessories‍ to create an‌ opening like I do. Plus, she’s‍ not prettier than‌ me. If you​ look closely, my​‍ skin’s better, and‍⁠​ my features are‍ more refined. Right?”​

“…”‍‍

“What‌ do you think,​⁠‍ Dereck? You warned⁠‌⁠ me not to‌ underestimate Diella. Didn’t​ expect me to‌ come back with‍ such a crushing​ victory, did you?”​

Denise‍ clearly expected praise.​⁠ But Dereck shook​ his head and‍‍⁠ replied firmly:

“Deactivating⁠‍‍ a protective barrier‍ in a duel⁠​​ can endanger your‌ life. No matter​⁠⁠ the reason, I can’t condone that.”‍

“A⁠ risky move was​ necessary to buy‌​ time and cast‌​‌ a second-tier spell​​‌ against that rabid‍‍‌ lunatic. Besides, they⁠ were first-tier spells—the​ risk of a fatal injury was​ practically zero. The⁠ important part was​ the look on‌​⁠ her face at‍ that moment…”

“Lady⁠‌ Denise.”

Dereck’s‍ voice dropped in​‌ tone.

Though​ he was merely‍‍ a commoner, that⁠ alone made Denise⁠‍ hiccup in surprise.‌​⁠

Dereck,‌‍‌ usually cold and‍​⁠ reserved, always showed‍⁠⁠ a hint of⁠⁠ enthusiasm around Denise.‍‍ But the Dereck⁠ who awaited her‌​​ after this victory‌​ didn’t look pleased⁠‍​ at all.

And​​ the reason became‍​ clear right away.‍‌

“No‍⁠ matter the reason,​​​ deactivating your protective​‍​ barrier in a duel can never‍‍​ be justified.”

“What…?”‍⁠

“Did‌ you not see⁠ the power behind‌ Lady Diella’s spells?​ If even one‌ had hit, it’s‌⁠​ entirely possible you​ could’ve lost an⁠​⁠ arm—or a leg.”‍

Even⁠ if it was⁠‌ first-tier magic, its​⁠⁠ power varied greatly​‍⁠ depending on the‍ caster’s skill.

Diella’s‍‍ magic was already‌​ at such a high level that​ few nobles her‍ age could rival⁠​‍ her. If Denise​‍ had been struck​​ without a barrier,⁠​ her life could’ve‌ ended in an‌‍ instant.

Winning⁠​ was admirable, but⁠ Dereck couldn’t condone⁠‌ such a reckless⁠‍ gamble.

He⁠ was a young⁠ man who had‍‍​ spent his entire​ life measuring his‍⁠ worth on the​⁠​ battlefield. No one⁠‌‌ understood better than​⁠‍ he the weight‌​⁠ of wagering one’s​ life.

And⁠⁠ only by showing‍ Denise what such​⁠‍ a decision truly⁠‍ meant could he‍⁠ prevent her from‍⁠ making similarly reckless⁠​ choices again.

That’s⁠⁠​ why, even with⁠​ her victory, Dereck‌⁠‌ wore a stern⁠​ expression.

It⁠ was a moment⁠‍ worthy of celebration,‌⁠ but Denise hadn’t‍ expected Dereck to‌⁠​ react so coldly.⁠‌⁠ It was disappointing—but‍‌ she couldn’t show‌ it.

After​‍‌ all, if Dereck‌ was angry, it⁠​​ meant he cared.​

Thinking‌ that far, she​ had no choice⁠​‍ but to admit‌​ Dereck’s scolding was‌ fair.

Denise‌‍ was quite a sensible person and‍‍ knew she had‌‌​ acted recklessly during‌ the duel. Facing‌​‌ Diella, who had‍⁠ been determined to​ take him away,⁠ she had also‌‍ lost her composure.‌​

The‌‍‍ atmosphere turned tense,‍ and the maids‍​⁠ assisting her gulped‌‌‌ audibly. Given Dereck’s​​ lowly origin, scolding​ someone like Denise‍‍‍ should have been⁠‌‍ unthinkable.

But‍ Dereck always said⁠‍⁠ what he believed​ was right—without hesitation.‌ And Denise knew​‍⁠ that well.

“Alright…​⁠ I’m sorry.”

So⁠ she apologized without‍‍‌ protest. Anyone unaware‍​​ of the situation‍‌‍ would’ve been shocked⁠ out of their‍ wits.

Dereck‌⁠ seemed to sense​⁠ her words were⁠​ sincere, and he​ finally sighed, softening⁠‍‍ the mood a little.

“In​ any case, it‍ sounds like you​ made progress. I was glad to‍⁠​ hear it.”

“Ufufu…​⁠⁠ Who else but⁠‍ me?”

“But​‍​ if I may​‌‌ be honest… Don’t‌‍ you think, from​​ Lady Diella’s perspective,‍‌⁠ you come off‌ as quite the‍​‍ villain?”

“W-what⁠​ are you talking‍⁠ about? There’s no​ one sweeter than⁠‌ me in the‍​ whole world!”

“You⁠⁠ should try to⁠‍⁠ see things from‍ Lady Diella’s point⁠‌‍ of view.”

“Hmm?‌ Hmmm…”

While‍ the maid gently⁠⁠⁠ brushed her hair,⁠ Denise fell into​​​ deep thought.

After‌​ all, she had⁠ written the letter​‌ to Diella to‍​‌ lure her out.​⁠

At‍ first, she intended‌‌ to lose, but‍⁠‍ halfway through the​‍‌ duel, she changed⁠ her mind and‍​​ went all out.​

Looking‍ at it from​ Diella’s perspective, Denise‍⁠ must have seemed‌‍ like a terrible‌​‍ person. She’d baited​‌‍ her into a duel, crushed her​ with force, and‌ humiliated her.

Unaware​ of Denise’s shift⁠​‌ in intent, Diella‍‍‍ could only view‍ her as a full-fledged villain.

Until‍​ now, Denise thought‌​ Diella’s grudge was‌​‌ a bit unfair,​‍‌ but in light‍⁠ of this, she’d⁠ really just smacked​ her around on‍​ a whim.

“Have​ you finally realized​ it?”

“Dereck…⁠‌ Maybe, yes. Maybe‍ I really am⁠ a rather awful⁠​‌ person…”

Saying,‌‌​ “You just realized‍ that now?” would‍ have been too‍‍⁠ cruel.

“If​‍ it’s just a misunderstanding, couldn’t you​⁠ talk it out?”‍‍⁠

“And‌ if you were⁠ Lady Diella, would​ you want to‌​⁠ talk to me?”⁠‌

“…Knowing‌⁠ her personality, honestly,​ I don’t think​⁠‌ she would.”

And⁠ now, having won‌‌ the duel, she⁠‌​ could technically sell‌‍ the suspicious scenery‌ Diella promised in‍‍ her letter.

In⁠‌‌ many ways, Denise‍ had already become​‌⁠ an arch-nemesis in⁠‍‌ Diella’s eyes.

“I-it’s​‍‌ fine… B-but, even⁠‌‍ though it might‌ sound weird… I don’t dislike Lady​⁠ Diella that much…”​‍‍

“A-and‌ she really likes⁠‌‍ you, Dereck. Couldn’t​​ you explain things‍ to her?”

“At⁠ this point, I don’t think words​‍‍ from me will​ help much…”

“I​⁠‍ don’t want to​ pick a fight‍ with the Duplain⁠ family. What would⁠ I gain from‌ antagonizing one of⁠ the most powerful‌‍​ houses in the​‌ southwest of the​‌⁠ Empire?”

“Lady‍​⁠ Denise… You’re the⁠‌​ one who sowed⁠‌⁠ this seed.”

“Arghhh!”‍‌‌

Denise‍​‌ clutched both temples⁠ in despair. The⁠‌ maid brushing her⁠⁠​ hair began sweating‍⁠ nervously in panic.‍​​

Denise‌‌‌ was a master‌ at navigating noble​‍ society, always aiming⁠ for balance and​​⁠ avoiding conflict. Her‌⁠‍ policy was to‍‌‌ stay on good‍⁠‍ terms with everyone.‍

But⁠ if she wanted​ to keep Dereck⁠ in her household,​⁠‍ she could never⁠⁠⁠ get close to​⁠ Diella again.

That,​​ at least, was‍ a reality she⁠​ had to accept.​

***⁠

When⁠ Aiselin visited Diella’s​‍‌ mansion, she found⁠‍ her sister with​ her head pressed‍ against the garden​‌ table, completely demoralized.⁠‍‍

“Although⁠ you gave it‌ your all against‌⁠ Denise, you lacked‌ calmness, experience, and⁠‌‍ magical precision. Everything⁠​‌ was simply one⁠ level down.”

“Diella…”‍‍‌

“Aiselin,⁠⁠ sister. You came.‍​ As you can‌​ see, I’m a complete wreck after‍​⁠ that humiliating defeat.”​

“Don’t‍ be so down,‌​ Diella. You haven’t​‌⁠ even formally begun⁠⁠ the magical duels​ within society’s circles.‍ It’s no big‍ deal to lose​ to Lady Denise,⁠ who already has​‍⁠ considerable experience in‌ the Rose Salon.”‍

It‌ was a chance​ to mention Dereck…⁠​​

Diella’s⁠ face was completely‍‌‍ drained. If only​ she had an‌​​ excuse to salvage‍⁠‍ her pride, maybe‍‌ she could’ve held‍‌‍ her head high‍ again. But this⁠​ defeat had been‍‌ crushing on every⁠‍‌ level.

Fortunately‌​ it was in‍‌​ her private training⁠‍ room; if it​​⁠ had been an​‍​ official duel in‍ the noble district,‍⁠​ in front of​⁠ many eyes, it‍‌ would’ve been a total disgrace.

Of‍‍ course, the mere‍‍⁠ fact of losing‌ would still fuel‍‌ rumors among the⁠​‍ salons. But Diella​‍ didn’t care about‍ gossip. What truly⁠ mattered was that​‌‍ she had been⁠ beaten.

“In‍‍⁠ the end, if‌ we want Dereck‍‌‍ to come to‌ our house, the⁠‌ most important thing⁠‍⁠ is his will,‍‍‍ right? Forcing things​​ through a duel‍‌⁠ doesn’t make much​ sense… So you‌​ shouldn’t place so⁠‌⁠ much importance on​ this loss, Diella.”‌⁠

“Thank⁠ you for comforting‍ me, Aiselin. Still,​‍⁠ losing is losing.‌​ My pride hurts.”‍‍‍

“…”⁠‍

“And⁠ what’s worse is‌‌​ that if Dereck​​‍ hadn’t trained her,​ I probably would’ve‌ won. Even if‌‌ Denise is a second-rate mage, reaching‍‍ that level of‍‌‌ control could only​⁠ be thanks to‌‍ Dereck.”

Diella‌ lifted her head‍‌‍ and finally relaxed‌ her expression a little.

“Either​​​ way, it’s not​​ good to leave‍ Dereck in another​⁠ family. If we​⁠⁠ can bring him⁠‌‌ over, we must.”‌‌‍

“But…⁠⁠ you lost the⁠ duel. You have​‍‌ no justification for⁠⁠ taking him from​ the Beltus family.”⁠​⁠

“Aiselin,​​‍ you yourself said⁠ what matters most⁠ is Dereck’s willingness,​ not contracts or‌ conditions. And I agree.”

Diella⁠‌⁠ sighed deeply, running​‍ her slender fingers‍ through her hair—a‍‍‍ gesture she often⁠ made when thinking.‌⁠​

“It‌‌ won’t be easy‍ to convince him⁠‍⁠ with money, and‌ it doesn’t seem‌ possible to find⁠‍‌ a legitimate reason​⁠​ to bring him​ here. So… maybe‌‌ a feminine charm…”‌‍‍

“…”​⁠‍

“…”‍⁠

“…If‍‍⁠ that doesn’t work,‍​​ perhaps with understanding‍ or inspiring his‌ admiration, he might‍⁠ change his mind?‍⁠⁠ Don’t you think?”‍

“…”‌⁠‌

“…”‍

Aiselin’s‍ silence was her‌ form of consideration.‌ Diella knew this,‍ and so she​‍ said no more.‍‌

The‌‌⁠ truth was, Diella‍ had little chance‍‍⁠ of outshining Denise​ in beauty or‌‍‍ prestige. While it‍‌⁠ wasn’t obvious within⁠ close circles, Denise’s⁠​‌ public image was​ that of an‍⁠​ almost-perfect noble lady.‍

Even⁠ Aiselin hadn’t been​ able to persuade‍⁠​ Dereck. It was⁠ clear that Diella,⁠‍⁠ young and inexperienced⁠ as she was,⁠‌‌ didn’t stand a chance.

“Aargh!”⁠‍

Unlike​⁠ when she acted‌⁠‌ tyrannical toward the‍⁠ servants, Diella sometimes​ revealed her youthful​⁠ emotional side—screeching desperately​⁠‌ now, running her⁠ hands through her⁠ hair.

“If⁠ you want to⁠‍ bring Dereck into​⁠ the Duplain family,‌​‌ the first step​ is to become⁠ someone worth having.​‍​ If you manage‍⁠ to stand out⁠‍‌ in the Rose​ Salon and prove‌ you have teaching​‌ talent, maybe Dereck‌‌ will reconsider. Don’t‌​ you think?”

“If⁠ you couldn’t convince⁠‌ him, what could​​ I do?”

“You‌ never know. But⁠ we have to​ try, right?”

Since​ arriving in Ebelstein,‍⁠‍ Diella had only⁠ complained. Seeing her‌ like this pained⁠​‍ Aiselin, so she⁠‌ sat beside her⁠‌‌ and gently patted‌⁠‍ her back.

Because⁠⁠‍ Diella desired Dereck‍ so much, Aiselin⁠‌⁠ was ready to​ help any way‌‍‍ she could.

“For​‍‌ now, you must⁠‍‍ complete your debut‌‍‌ and formally enter⁠ high society. The​ audience with the⁠ Emperor and the⁠⁠‌ ball are already‍⁠​ arranged… we need‌ to finalize all‌​ that first.”

“Ah…⁠ Can’t be helped.”⁠​‌

Diella’s‍ debut was just⁠ around the corner.​‌

Next​ week they would‍ travel to the‌ imperial capital for‌‌ an audience with‍​​ the Emperor. Then​ return for a grand ball at‌‌ the mansion. Numerous​​ nobles would come‌ to congratulate her‍​⁠ over a lavish⁠‍‌ dinner. All eyes‍⁠ would be on‍​ Diella as she​​⁠ made her debut—and​⁠ returned to Ebelstein⁠‍ as the true⁠ lady of the‌ mansion.

That‌ would make her‌‌‌ a woman capable⁠​ of standing before⁠​ her peers. Once‍‌‍ that process was​ complete, she could⁠⁠ also recalibrate her‍​ relationship with Denise.⁠‍

Aiselin‍ only wished for⁠‍ Diella to adapt‌ well to that‌ world, sharp as‌‍ ice.

“I’ve‌‌⁠ sent another letter​​​ to the main​ branch to confirm.⁠ We’ll depart from​​​ this mansion to‍ the capital next​‌ week. After the​ audience, you’ll attend​ the ball as⁠⁠ our family’s principal​‌ guest.”

“The‌ servants of the​ house must be‍⁠⁠ very busy… If​ they plan to​‍​ invite so many​⁠‍ nobles, they will‌ have a lot⁠ to prepare.”

“Everyone⁠ is happy to⁠‍ celebrate your debut,⁠‍‌ Diella. What matters​ is that you​‍ present the elegance​‍‍ and dignity of⁠‌ a noble lady.‌​⁠ That’s your task.”​‌

Aiselin‌⁠ spoke in a soft, warm voice.‍⁠

Hundreds⁠⁠ worked to make​‌⁠ Diella’s debut a success. And if​‌⁠ all went well,⁠‍ every member of‍​⁠ the family would⁠ take pride in‍‌ it.

“Among‌ the guests will​ be people from​‍‍ influential houses… perhaps⁠​‍ even Dereck, representing‌‌‌ the Beltus family.”​⁠⁠

“R-really?‌‌‌ He came to‌ deliver the letter‍‍​ this time, and​​ he seems to‌ have Lady Denise’s⁠ confidence…”

“I‍‌​ will send him‍ a special invitation.‍ If you can‌ prove at the‌ ball that you’ve​‍ grown into a proper lady, he​​ might see you‌​ differently. So stay​​​ strong, Diella.”

“Ugh…”​‍‌

Though‍‍ she disliked being⁠ motivated by fear‍ of losing Dereck,​‌ Diella couldn’t deny‍‍ it mattered. Saying‍ otherwise would be​‌‍ false.

Diella⁠‌ sighed and nodded.⁠‍‌ The debutante’s ball‍‌ hosted by the‌‌⁠ Duplain family for‌​⁠ a noble daughter​‍⁠ was a grand⁠ event.

The​‍ servants said the⁠​⁠ debutantes at such​‌⁠ an event shone‌ like angels descended⁠​⁠ from heaven. That‌ magnificence reflected the‌​‍ pride of those⁠ organizing it.

If‌ she could impress‍⁠‍ at that event,​‌ perhaps she might‍​⁠ win Dereck’s favor.‌

“You’re​ right. I need⁠​⁠ to focus on​‌ what’s in front​​​ of me. More‌ opportunities will come.”‌⁠​

Diella​‌ sighed. Her position⁠⁠ was too consumed​ by logistics to​‍‌ keep lamenting.

“By⁠ the way, Aiselin.‍‍ When did you⁠‍ send that letter​‌‌ to the main‍ branch? I sent​ mine too, but‌ haven’t received a response lately.”

“Hmm?​ I can’t quite⁠⁠​ remember… a few‍‍ weeks ago, I think. Perhaps they’re‍ busy and haven’t‌‍ replied yet.”

“Yes?”‍

“Remember​​ our brother Valerian⁠‍⁠ recently returned. I heard that to‌​ manage the spoils‍‌‍ he brought, they⁠⁠‌ invited the imperial‍⁠‍ magical adviser, Kohella.”⁠

Being‌⁠‌ in Ebelstein, Aiselin‍ couldn’t keep track​​ of everything happening‍ at home. The‌​ physical distance made⁠‌ it difficult.

“I⁠​‍ suppose Kohella must‌‍‍ visit the mansion​‌ soon. So they’re‌ probably busy. But⁠ don’t worry—that shouldn’t‌‍‍ interfere with your‌‍ ball preparations.”

“With‌ so many guests—and⁠ the imperial magical‌ adviser to attend—the​​ servants must be​‍ exhausted.”

“Even⁠ so, they see‌‌ it as part‌‌ of the same‌ event. If Kohella⁠ visits the mansion‌​⁠ now, he’ll surely​‌ attend your ball⁠‍‌ as well.”

Kohella,‌‍ the imperial magical​ adviser.

Since⁠‌ his visit, responses​⁠‌ to letters had‌ been delayed. Understandable,​‍ considering how busy‍‍ they must be.‌​

Although​⁠ failing to reply​‌⁠ promptly to a noble lady’s letter‍ is borderline disrespectful,​⁠‍ Aiselin decided to‌‌ be understanding. She​​‍ knew how much‍‍​ the servants were⁠ under pressure during‍‌ these times.

She​​‌ couldn’t know for‍⁠‍ sure what was‍ happening at the⁠ main branch, but​ soon she would‌⁠⁠ see them in‌‌‌ person.

Diella’s⁠‍ debut ball was​‍​ very near. It⁠‌ would be the⁠‍‍ most glamorous and‍‌ splendid one yet.‍

Thinking‍ of her beloved​⁠‌ sister’s grand entrance‍​ into high society,​ Aiselin couldn’t help⁠‌‌ but smile with‌​‌ pride.

‘I‌​ hope Dereck can​⁠⁠ attend. If I invite him directly,‍ the Beltus family‍‌⁠ should approve. After‍‌‌ all, they need​‌​ to send someone⁠ as well.’

***⁠​​

Rustle.‍

‘Who⁠ would’ve thought… The​ day I get‍ invited to a noble family’s ball‌ has finally come.’⁠⁠‌

Early‌‌‌ in the morning,⁠ while swinging his‌​‍ sword here and​ there shirtless at⁠ his residence, Dereck​ received a letter.‌‍

The‌‍⁠ envelope bore the​‍ Duplain family’s seal‍ and was an‌ invitation to attend‌‍​ Diella’s debutante ball,‍​‌ to be held‌​ the following week.‍​

He‌ had been the⁠​​ only one to⁠⁠​ reach out when⁠ she was locked‌‌ away in the​ annex, so even‌‌ from the Duplain‌ clan’s perspective, it​⁠‍ seemed they considered⁠‍​ Dereck a great‌‌ benefactor.

Otherwise,‍⁠‍ they never would’ve​ sent such a formal invitation to‌‍ a commoner.

‘Figures‌ not only from‍‌‌ the southwestern Empire​ but also from‌‍‍ the north and‌​⁠ east will likely​⁠‍ attend. It’s rare‍⁠‍ for patriarchs to‌ come in person,⁠⁠⁠ but they’ll surely​ send representatives…’

The‍​‍ Beltus family would​‌‍ also have to‌‌​ send someone as⁠‌ a formality, and‍ Dereck, who already⁠ knew Diella, was⁠ the most appropriate​⁠‌ choice. It seemed‌⁠⁠ Aiselin had that​‌⁠ in mind when‍‌​ sending the invitation.⁠‌

‘It’s‍ been a while‍ since I last‌‍ visited the Duplain⁠ family mansion. Even‌ if they’ve made⁠⁠ arrangements for the​ ball, I doubt‌⁠​ it’s changed much.’‌‌‌

Since‍ a grand ball‌‍‍ was being held,‌‍⁠ it had probably‌ been lavishly decorated,‍ but in the‍‌ end, it was‌​ a place he’d‍ spent quite a bit of time​‌‌ in.

Feeling‌‍​ an unexpected sense‌ of nostalgia for​ the visit, Dereck⁠ carefully tucked the‍ invitation into the⁠‌‍ inner pocket of​‌​ his coat.

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