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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 57: Drop of Blood (3)

Chapter 57: Drop of Blood (3)

The​⁠ schedule for noble⁠⁠​ festivities was always​⁠​ centered around the‌ evening.

Especially⁠‍‍ for an event‍⁠​ like this one,‍‌​ celebrating debutantes. The‍ stars of the⁠⁠⁠ event would only‍‌⁠ arrive at the‌​‍ mansion after the⁠‌‌ sun had completely⁠⁠‍ set.

“Is‍ this your first⁠ time attending a party like this,‌‍‌ Dereck?”

Denise‍ was sitting on​‍‌ the bed in​ the assigned room,‌ arms crossed, explaining‍⁠ as she hummed.‍

As‌ a young lady⁠ of House Beltus,‍⁠ she had also⁠‍ debuted in society‌ and had experience​ being the star⁠​ of such a grand event.

“The⁠​‍ debut day for​ noble ladies is‌‌⁠ hectic.”

From‍​ the morning, they‌‍ would get ready,⁠ dress in gowns‌‌ adorned with lilies⁠​ and roses, ride​​​ elegant carriages to‍⁠ the imperial capital,​ and meet with⁠‍‌ the emperor.

They⁠ would meet the​ royal family, introduce‍ themselves formally as‍‌‌ Lady Diella of⁠​‍ House Duplain, receive⁠​ blessings, and present‌‌ themselves before the⁠‌ rulers of the‍ imperial capital.

After‌ that, they would​ have tea with⁠⁠‍ relatives working in‍‍ the imperial palace,⁠⁠ return in a grand carriage to‍ the Duplain estate,⁠‍ and attend the‌ ball.

In​​⁠ just one day…‍‌ depending on the⁠⁠ travel distance, they‍⁠‌ might have to​⁠ meet every influential‍ figure in the​ social world over​⁠ the course of‌⁠‍ two days, leaving‌ no time to⁠⁠ rest.

Usually,‌⁠‌ they would nap‍‌⁠ in the carriage‍⁠‌ on the way‌‌‌ to the ballroom,​ so the servants⁠ would bring blankets⁠​‌ inside.

“In‌‌⁠ short, Lady Diella‍‌ would arrive at​ the ballroom around⁠‌ dusk. In the‌⁠‌ meantime, the honored⁠⁠ guests who arrived⁠ in the afternoon‌​ would rest in⁠‌‌ their rooms, chat‍‌⁠ with early arrivals‌​⁠ in the tea⁠⁠‍ room, or stroll​‌​ through the mansion’s⁠⁠‌ gardens.”

“I⁠​ read in an​‍​ etiquette book that‌‍ the rest time‌ before the ball​‌‌ is called the‍ interlude, and it’s‍⁠⁠ a chance to​‌ make new connections⁠⁠ or build recognition.”​​

“Yes,⁠ that’s correct. But‌​ that’s for lower-ranking​‌​ nobles trying to⁠ make connections. For‍ someone like me,⁠⁠⁠ from one of‍‍ the three great‍​‌ noble houses, I was too tired‌⁠ to even leave‍‍​ my room.”

“…”​

“Dereck.⁠ You look like‌‌ you’re about to⁠⁠ say it’s because‍​ I’m lazy. I can read your​⁠⁠ mind just by​‌​ looking at your​⁠​ face.”

Dereck‍‌ removed his cloak‍ and hung it‌‍‍ over a chair.⁠

Although​​ he had come‍ as Denise’s escort,​‍ it didn’t seem‌‍⁠ appropriate to stay​⁠‌ in the room⁠ where she was⁠‌‌ resting. So Dereck⁠ thought about greeting‍‍⁠ some people from⁠‌‌ House Duplain.

However,‌‍‌ Denise lay back⁠​​ on the bed​⁠‍ as if she​‍ didn’t care whether‍ Dereck was there‍ or not, curling‍ the hem of⁠‍⁠ her dress to​ avoid wrinkles and​ arching her back.​‌

She⁠⁠‌ was a girl‍ who had mastered​​ the art of‌‌‍ lying down comfortably⁠​ without ruining her​⁠​ clothes better than‍​ anyone. Her movements‌ were truly remarkable.‍‌⁠

“Miss​‍ Denise, are you⁠​ going to rest​ in the room?”‍‍‍

“Of​⁠‌ course. If I want to wear⁠⁠‌ a smiling mask‌‌⁠ during dinner, I need to save⁠ energy now.”

“Then‍‍ I’ll go say‍⁠ hello to a few acquaintances. There‌​​ are many familiar‍​​ faces, and it‌‍‍ would be awkward‌​ to just stay​‍‌ quiet.”

“…”⁠‌

Denise,⁠‍‍ who had been‌‌ relaxing until now,‍ suddenly sat up‍‌ and stared at​ Dereck.

“Is⁠ something bothering you?”​‌

“Well…‌‌⁠ there might be‌ a few young⁠⁠ ladies who’d try​⁠ to snatch you⁠ away if I’m​ not around.”

“I’m​‌ officially contracted by‍‍⁠ House Beltus. Do⁠‍​ you think I’d⁠‌ forget that?”

“That’s‍​⁠ not something we‍‌ can be sure‌‌ of. Anyway, I’m​⁠ a bit hungry,‌ so let’s go​​​ together to the​ tea room in⁠⁠ the main hall.​‌⁠ Ellen will probably​ be there too.​ She’s very energetic,‌​‍ so she’ll try‍ to meet as​ many people as‍‌ possible.”

As‌ expected of someone⁠‍ representing House Beltus,‌ Denise was immediately‌‍‍ surrounded by greetings‍‍‌ from all sorts‌‍‌ of nobles the‌​ moment she entered​ the tea room.​

From⁠‌​ merchants dealing in‌‌ herring from the​‌ farthest reaches of‌ the continent, to​‌ the bishop of​ the Olberon Cathedral—the‌‍‍ largest branch of‍​ the Lamic Church—and​ the commander of‍‌​ the Kremlin Northern​ Mercenary Group, Vilak…‌⁠​ just hearing their‍‌‌ names was impressive.⁠

“Goodness,​ thanks to the‌‍​ furs you sent⁠​ our Beltus family‌⁠ from the North,​ last winter was⁠​ far more bearable.​ My father also​ asked me to‍⁠ thank you, Lord‌‍ Aldon.”

Leaving​​ behind Denise, who‌ had now gone‌‌ full noble lady​‍ mode, Dereck took‌⁠‌ a glass of​ wine from a corner of the‍​ tea room and​‍‌ sipped it.

As​⁠ he stepped back​ and observed the​​‌ room, he saw‌ lower nobles with⁠ gleaming eyes, eager‍⁠ to speak once⁠‍ more with important‌‍⁠ figures.

Denise⁠‌⁠ was already surrounded,⁠ and Ellen, across⁠ the room, was⁠​ also deep in​‍ conversation with so‍ many people that⁠‌‌ it was impossible​‌‌ to approach her.⁠‌‌

The‍ room was full‌ of people doing​⁠​ their utmost to‍‌ make themselves seen‌ at least once.‌​‌

They⁠​​ looked like wolves​‌ in search of⁠ prey.

From‌​ time to time,‌ some nobles made‌‍‍ eye contact with​​​ Dereck, but upon​​ seeing the mercenary⁠​‌ garb of the⁠‍⁠ man standing alone‌​ in a corner⁠⁠‍ of the tea⁠​⁠ room, they quickly⁠ averted their gaze.‌

Time‌‌​ was limited, and⁠ they didn’t want‌​ to waste a valuable moment on‌ a commoner.

‘These​​ people live exhausting‍ lives.’

Dereck,‍‍ who came from​ the slums, had​ almost never directly⁠⁠ experienced high society.⁠‍

He⁠ had gotten somewhat​⁠ used to it​ through tutoring noble​​ girls, but he⁠​ still struggled to⁠ accept the calculated‌ nature of their‍‌‍ interactions.

Of‍⁠ course, Dereck wasn’t‍‍ the type to‍‍‍ actively socialize with‍‍‌ others. He simply​‌⁠ observed the nobles​‍ gathered in the‌‍ tea room as​​⁠ though studying curious⁠⁠ animals.

“Thank‍​‍ you, Bishop. I’ll⁠‌ be sure to‍ visit the family‌⁠ elders at the⁠ next holiday.”

As⁠​ he passed the​ time leisurely, he⁠ spotted a young​​​ woman speaking with‍‌​ a few distinguished​​⁠ guests in a distant corner of‍‌ his view.

‘…Who⁠‌ is that?’

Dereck‍ had been active‍⁠‌ in Ebelstein long‍⁠ enough to have‍​‌ a general idea‌​‍ of who the‌⁠ important figures were.⁠

Especially⁠​‍ in social circles,⁠‌‌ he knew enough​‍ to recognize names‌⁠ and faces. However,⁠​‌ the young woman‌​ quietly eating pastries‍ at a round‍ table in a corner of the‌‌‌ tea room was‌⁠ someone he had‍​ never seen before.‌

The⁠‍ dress she wore‌‍ was in the​⁠ style of the​‌ Eastern Empire.

Her⁠⁠​ jade-colored hair, elegantly‍ braided and draped‍‌ over one shoulder,​‌ looked like it‌‌​ required considerable care.​‌‍ That meant she⁠​‍ had a dedicated‌⁠‍ maid to prepare‍⁠ it.

Her​ demeanor was refined,​‍‍ and she smiled​​ gracefully at those​‌‌ who spoke to‍‍‌ her, showing that​⁠ she had studied⁠‌ etiquette. It was​ clear she was‌‍‍ the daughter of‌‌ a noble house,‌ just by her​‍ presence at the‍⁠‌ event. However, compared​⁠‌ to local nobles​​‌ like Denise or‌​ Elente, she didn’t​ seem nearly as‌ busy.

‘Could‌‍⁠ she be an‌⁠‌ outsider?’

Whenever‍‌‍ she had a moment, she would​​ pick up Montblancs,​⁠ apple tarts, croissants,‍⁠ and other pastries​⁠ from the banquet‌‌‍ table and return‍​‍ to her seat,‌ happily eating alone.‍​‌

Occasionally,‍⁠‌ she dipped them‍‍ in cream here‍ and there, tore​ the bread with​ a fork to⁠‌ examine the texture,​ and then brought​‍ it to her​‌​ mouth, savoring the⁠ sweetness with sparkling‍​ eyes.

Seeing​‌ her tremble with⁠ delight every time‍‌⁠ she took a bite, anyone could‍‌ tell how much‌ she was enjoying⁠‍ herself.

She​ seemed more like​‌ a food-loving tourist​ than a noble‌​ lady, and Dereck​ couldn’t help but​‍ watch her for​ a moment.

Then,⁠ he made eye‌​ contact with the‌⁠​ young woman seated⁠‍ far away. Unsure‍​ of what to​⁠‍ do, Dereck gave⁠ a polite nod‍⁠ and set his⁠‍​ glass down on‌⁠ the nearest table.​‍‌

***‌

“Have​‌‌ you already considered⁠ the death penalty?”​‍‌

“Excuse‌‌⁠ me?”

Denise,‌‌ who had just‍ finished a conversation​‌​ with the guests,‌‌‌ sat beside Dereck⁠​ with a slightly‍ tired expression.

After​⁠​ all, Dereck had​⁠ come under the​ pretense of assisting‍ Denise, so it⁠‌⁠ made no sense​⁠ for him to​ stray far from‍‌ her side.

“That‌ elegant lady over‌‌ there. That’s Lady⁠ Freya of Count​⁠⁠ Elvester’s family. The​ head of the​‍⁠ merchants’ guild just⁠ told me he​ greeted her earlier.”‌​‌

“That‍​ woman?”

“Yes.⁠‌ By the way…⁠ I’m not sure‍‌ if she’s here​‌‌ for the ball⁠ or for a food tour…”

“I’ve​​‌ heard the Duplain‍⁠‌ house has three‍‍​ pastry chefs who⁠‍‍ once worked for‌ the royal family⁠‍ on their kitchen⁠ staff. They often⁠ boast that anyone⁠⁠ who loves sweets​⁠ will go crazy​ over their creations.”‍

“…No⁠‍‍ matter how much​⁠​ she loves sweets,‍⁠ I’m starting to‍⁠‍ worry her brain​ is soaked in​⁠ sugar. I had⁠​​ to pull the⁠​‍ desserts away myself…”‍⁠

Denise‌‌ sighed deeply and‍ took a sip​ of cold water.​

She​ seemed to enjoy⁠​‌ this moment of​‌ rest, knowing that‍ if she stayed‍‌ seated any longer,‍ more guests would‍⁠ approach to start⁠ another conversation.

“Fortunately,‍‍ it looks like​ you have a break now.”

“Of⁠​‌ course. The person‍ who could be⁠‌​ called the star⁠⁠⁠ of the event​⁠‌ has just arrived​​ at the mansion.”​‌​

“You​‍‍ mean Miss Diella?”⁠‌

“They⁠​ say the young⁠ lioness arrives at‍‌⁠ night. Her older‌⁠ sister. She went‍⁠‌ out to help‍‍ with Diella’s debut‌ and seems to‍ have finished early‍ and arrived ahead​‍​ of time.”

As‌​ she spoke, the‌​ tea room doors‌⁠‍ opened, and an‍ elegant woman appeared,‌ leading a group​‌ of people.

Her‌ black hair might⁠‍ have seemed dull​‌ at first glance,‍‌ but combined with⁠ Aiselin’s neat and‌​ composed demeanor, it‍​ resembled a flower‌‌ petal blooming with⁠⁠​ grace.

With​‍ her entrance, the‍⁠ tea room was​​ filled with tension‌‌ once again.

And​​ who could deny‍‍⁠ it? Aiselin currently​ reigned as queen‍⁠ over Ebelstein’s social​ circles.

Many‌​ guests wanted to⁠‌ approach and speak⁠​ with her but‍‍​ hesitated, knowing others‍⁠‍ with higher status⁠‌​ were present in⁠​⁠ the small room.​‍⁠

Who​‌‌ would be the​ first to speak?‍​‌ Amid the tension,​ Aiselin scanned the‌ room.

Soon,‌​ Aiselin, followed by⁠‍⁠ her maids, crossed⁠‍ the room toward‌ Lady Denise. It‌ was prudent to​​ greet those she‌⁠‌ often saw at‌‌‍ the Rose Salon⁠​ first. All the‌ guests in the​‌⁠ room nodded in​‍ understanding.

After⁠​ Denise, it would‌​ be Ellen, and‍ naturally, she would‍‌‌ proceed to the‍ next person.

Many​‌ guests who had‌⁠​ finished their conversations⁠⁠ were preparing to​⁠ approach Aiselin.

Step,⁠​⁠ step.

As‍‌⁠ Denise took a breath, preparing to​‌‌ cough again.

“Mr.‌⁠ Dereck. You must​ have had a hard time traveling‍‌ so far. I only just arrived‍‍​ and feel disoriented‍‌‌ myself, but I hope my attendants‌⁠ haven’t treated you‌​ poorly.”

However,‍ the first person‍‌‍ Aiselin spoke to‌​‌ was Dereck, who​ was leaning against‍ the wall behind‌ Denise.

For⁠‌ a moment, the⁠ tea room fell​​‍ silent.

Dereck,⁠ confused, felt the‍‍‍ eyes of all​​‍ the distinguished nobles‌⁠ turn toward him.‌​

Aiselin​ wasn’t someone who‍​‍ clung to authority‌​ in her interactions​‌​ with others. She‍⁠ simply approached Dereck⁠‌‌ with long strides​‍ and greeted him‌⁠ out of joy​ at seeing him‌ among the guests.⁠⁠‍ There was no‍‌‍ political calculation in⁠​⁠ her actions.

The​ other nobles gathered⁠ there were well​ aware of Aiselin’s‌ character, so they‌ all watched Dereck’s​ face closely. It‌‌⁠ was the first‌ time they had‍ seen him at‌‍ such a social‍​ event.

“…Ah.”‌​​

Only​ after seeing Dereck’s⁠⁠ expression did Aiselin‍‌⁠ realize her words​‍​ and actions might‍ have made him​⁠⁠ uncomfortable.

After‌‌ all, this was⁠‌‍ the grand Duplain‌​⁠ mansion, and Aiselin‌‍ was in a position to draw⁠​ the attention of​⁠ all the noble⁠​ guests.

“It‍⁠​ might not be⁠‌‍ appropriate to exchange​​ greetings here. I was planning to‌⁠​ greet the guests​ and then go‌ see my father.‌ Would you mind‌ accompanying me?”

To‌⁠​ accompany her in‍‌‍ greeting the Duke‌ of Duplain was​ to be treated⁠⁠ almost like a member of the‍⁠‌ family.

Dereck,‌⁠⁠ noticing that the⁠ expressions of the‍​‍ nobles watching him‌​⁠ had completely changed,⁠‍ bowed his head‌‍‍ and replied:

“How​ could someone like⁠‌ me accompany you?​‍​ I also need​ to assist Miss‍ Denise, so if⁠ I have the⁠⁠⁠ chance and free‍‌‍ time, I’ll greet‌ him separately.”

“Really?⁠⁠⁠ My father would‌‍​ be pleased… In‌⁠​ any case, thank‍​ you for coming​⁠​ to celebrate Diella‌ today. She’ll be​‌ happy to know​⁠ you came.”

“The⁠⁠ honor is mine.”⁠⁠‍

Dereck‍‌‍ replied with a short, polite bow.​‌‌ It was a respectful expression that‌‍‌ made it clear​‌​ he had no‌ intention of continuing‍‍⁠ the conversation.

From‍ Aiselin’s perspective, it​‌ wasn’t hard to‍⁠​ see that Dereck⁠​ felt overwhelmed by‍‍ the growing attention.‍‍ With a regretful‌‌‍ expression, Aiselin nodded‌‌ subtly and blended‍ back into the​​‍ group of nobles.‍

No⁠ matter how happy⁠ she was, she‍‍‍ couldn’t speak more​ than necessary at‍‍ an event like‍ this.

Such​ was the divide‍ of social status.‍

Dereck‌‌⁠ was used to‍ it and didn’t⁠⁠ mind, but Aiselin‍​​ had to feel​‍ that subtle difference.‌‍⁠

It‌ was no longer‍ a new story.‌

‘It‍​ seems the banquet​‌‌ preparations are going​ well. I was​‌⁠ worried because I couldn’t contact anyone​​⁠ by letter or‌‍ message, but it‍⁠‍ seems everyone was⁠​ just too busy.’‌

As‌‍ soon as Aiselin‌​ finished taking care⁠ of Diella in⁠‍‌ the capital, she‌​ rushed to the‍​ mansion. She wanted​ to see with‍⁠‌ her own eyes‌ whether the ball​‌​ prepared for Diella​‍‍ was unfolding perfectly.​‍

She⁠⁠ hoped her only​​‍ sister’s social debut​⁠‍ would be flawless.​⁠ With that in‍‍ mind, she had‌‍⁠ been busy managing​⁠ various tasks all⁠⁠‌ day.

‘The‍ nobles from the⁠‍‌ East and North​‍ have already arrived,​​ and Dereck, who⁠ Diella was most⁠‍ worried about, is⁠ here too… I’ll‌‍ check the schedule​⁠‌ again and receive⁠ progress reports.’

After‌⁠ completing the formal⁠ greetings in the‍‍ tea room, Aiselin‍‌ walked down the‍ hallway inside the‍⁠ main hall of‍⁠​ the mansion.

The‌ hallway was full‍‌ of busy servants⁠‌‌ carrying dishes. From‌⁠ here on, it‍​ was an internal‌⁠‍ area accessible only‌‍ to members of‍‍ the Duplain family.​

Seeing​ so many servants⁠​ moving efficiently without⁠ wasting any effort,⁠‍ Aiselin felt satisfaction,‌ gratitude, and appreciation​​ all at once.‍

Knowing⁠‌ how exhausting back-to-back​ celebrations were, she‍ decided to suggest‌⁠ to the Duke​​⁠ that everyone be‌ given time to‍ rest once the⁠ event concluded successfully.‍‍

“Miss‍​ Aiselin. I’ve placed⁠⁠⁠ your luggage in‍ your room. Shall‌‍ we head to‌ the Duke’s office‌​‍ now?”

“Yes.⁠ I must see​ my father first.‍‍ By the way,​​ everyone seems so⁠‍ busy. I haven’t⁠‍​ seen Valerian or​ Leigh since I passed through the⁠ main gate and‌‌ into the garden.”⁠​‌

“Yes.‍‍ Everyone’s busy attending​​​ to the guests.‍​‍ But His Grace‌ the Grand Duke‌⁠ wishes to see​‍‍ Miss Aiselin’s face.”​‍‌

“I⁠ want to see‍‍​ Father too. I haven’t been able‍ to come home​ often since I’ve​ been helping Diella‌‌ in Ebelstein.”

Aiselin⁠⁠ spoke humbly to‍ the housekeeper Katarina​‌‌ as she passed‌​​ by the busy⁠​ servants.

Katarina⁠⁠ bowed discreetly and‌​​ followed Aiselin, assisting⁠ her. Her movements⁠‍⁠ were efficient, undoubtedly⁠‌ showing she was⁠ the most senior‌⁠ servant in the​ household.

“By⁠ the way, Katarina,‍​⁠ your skin looks‍ lovely.”

“Thank‌‌ you.”

“Did​ you change the​‍⁠ incense you use?​​ Somehow you look‍ paler than before…‌‍ I’m worried there‍ might be a health issue. Have‌‍⁠ you been overworking?”​

“Yes,‌⁠​ thank you for‌ your concern.”

As⁠ Aiselin chatted with⁠ Katarina on the‌ way to the‍ Grand Duke’s office,‍⁠⁠ she felt a strange discomfort.

The‍ Katarina she knew⁠​‍ would normally respond‌ more warmly to‍ compliments and engage​ in conversation. Feeling‍ that the flow‍‌‍ of the chat‍​⁠ had broken awkwardly,‌ Aiselin glanced again‌ at Katarina’s expression.‍‍ She worried Katarina⁠ might be too⁠‌ tired and overworked.‌‍‍

However,​‌ Katarina merely looked‍ back with her⁠ usual expression. That​‍⁠ made it feel​⁠ even stranger.

‘Strange…‍ Why do the⁠​‍ servants in the​​‍ mansion seem uneasy​⁠ today?’

The‍ busy atmosphere was‍⁠⁠ as usual, but​‌ today it felt​ more unsettling.

Watching‍‍‍ their mechanical, efficient‌ movements made them‌‍⁠ seem more like‌⁠ tools than humans.‌​‍

‘Are​‌​ they all nervous?⁠‍ Diella’s social debut‌⁠ is an important‍‌ event…’

It‍‍‍ was then, as‌ she ascended the‍ stairs behind the​ main hall toward​‍⁠ the Duke’s office.⁠

Swish!​​​

Crack!⁠‍‌

“Ah!”​‍‍

Katarina,‍ who had been​​​ silently following Aiselin,‌​ suddenly pulled a cloth from her‍ chest and covered‍‍‍ Aiselin’s nose and​‌​ mouth.

Then⁠​ she twisted one⁠‍​ of Aiselin’s arms‍ and forcibly subdued​ her as she​ struggled.

“Ugh…​‍ Mmm! Mmm!”

When‍​​ Aiselin realized what​​ was happening and‌​⁠ tried to resist,‌‍‍ her eyes rolled⁠‌ back and she⁠‌ lost consciousness instantly.‌‍​ The cloth Katarina⁠‍‌ used was soaked​ with extract from‍​ the “Shadow Flower,”​ known for its‍ potent hypnotic effects.‌‌​

Moments⁠ later, Aiselin’s body‍⁠‌ went limp, and‍ Katarina quietly caught‌⁠ her. Despite the⁠ many servants bustling‍‍⁠ around, none paid⁠ any attention to‌ the scene.

A dark blue flash​​​ gleamed in Katarina’s​‌ eyes. Her gaze⁠‍​ appeared distant, as⁠‍ if in a trance.

The⁠‍‌ other servants were‍‍‍ the same.

***‌‍​

Life⁠​ as a mercenary⁠ on the battlefield,‍⁠ where life and‌ death were constantly​⁠‍ at stake, sometimes​ depended on inexplicable⁠⁠ instincts.

After​​ the exhausting gathering‌ in the tea​ room, when the‌‍​ sun began to‌‍ set.

Dereck,‌‍​ quietly reading a spellbook at the‍ table next to⁠‌​ Denise, who was‍‌ lying on the⁠‍⁠ bed breathing softly,​‍⁠ frowned.

A subtle magical energy‌​​ was seeping through​​⁠ the cracks in‍⁠ the door.

“…”⁠‌

Dereck‌‌ closed the book​‍ and set it‍​ on the table,‌ then shifted his​ gaze toward the‌ door.

He‌ felt an unexplainable‍‍⁠ discomfort.

Creak!​‌

Dereck‍​ shoved the chair‌ back noisily and‍ stood up.

Hearing‌ the sound, Denise⁠​‍ stopped snoring and​‌​ suddenly opened her‌ eyes. She still​⁠ felt drowsy.

“Ugh…​⁠ Is it already‌‌ dinner time? Ugh!”‌‍‍

While​‍ stretching and struggling​‍‌ to get up,⁠ Denise tilted her‍​‍ head at the⁠‌‌ sight of Dereck’s​‍ expression.

“What‍ is it, Dereck?​ Is something bothering‍​⁠ you?”

Without​​‌ answering, Dereck quickly‍‌‍ walked to the‌​ door and turned⁠ the knob. However,‌ the door didn’t⁠ open.

It​ didn’t seem to‍‌ be locked. Concentrating,‍⁠​ he felt a bluish magical energy‌‌ flowing around the​ handle.

“The‌⁠⁠ door won’t open.”‌‍​

“Huh?‍⁠‍ Really? Call a servant to check​ it.”

Still‌ without responding, Dereck‍‍⁠ moved quickly to​ the window. The‌⁠⁠ banquet was about⁠‌ to begin.

It‍ should have been‍‌‌ a busy moment,​‍ with guests strolling‍‍ through the garden,⁠‍‍ servants attending to⁠ things, and carriages‍‌⁠ arriving late to⁠⁠​ the mansion.

However,⁠ the view from​ the window was⁠ eerily silent. The⁠​ instincts of a mercenary, sharpened after⁠ long periods hiding⁠ in the noble​​ district, remained on‍​​ high alert.

His‌​ sixth sense detected‍⁠ an anomaly. It‌⁠⁠ was a feeling​⁠‌ Dereck had trained‌ and retrained for⁠​ countless hours.

Dereck​‌ briefly pressed his‍‌⁠ ear to the‍​⁠ door to understand‍‌ the situation outside.‍

However,⁠ it remained silent‍ outside. Though there⁠⁠ should have been⁠‌ noise from servants‌‌‌ guiding guests to⁠‍ their private rooms,​⁠ there were no​​​ signs of life.​⁠‍

Dereck‍​‌ closed his eyes‌‍ silently and muttered​​ a detection spell.​

He​‍ felt a large⁠‍ amount of magical‍ energy on the‌⁠‌ other side of​ the door.

“Miss‌​ Denise.”

“Yes?”‍‌‍

The⁠⁠‌ serious tone in⁠​​ Dereck’s voice was‍‍​ not unfamiliar to⁠⁠ Denise, who was​‍​ now sweating nervously.‍‍

Without‌‌ changing his expression,​ Dereck spoke.

“I’m‌ going to break⁠‍⁠ the window.”

His​ decision was as‌⁠ swift as a machine.

Dereck‍​ was a man‌​ who had spent‌​ half his life‍‌ on the battlefield.‌‌⁠

The⁠‌ indecision on the​ battlefield meant death.‌‌‍

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