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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 6: Duplain (3)

Chapter 6: Duplain (3)

“You’ve​‍​ probably never heard‍ of my younger​⁠‍ sister Diella, have⁠⁠ you?”

Compared‍​ to the wagons⁠​⁠ used for subjugating⁠‍‌ monster tribes, this​⁠​ one was several‍‌ times more luxurious‌‍ inside.

The​ carriage, bearing the⁠ seal of the⁠‌ noble Duplain family,​⁠​ was filled with‌ gold accents and‌​ ornate decorations—just stepping​ inside felt overwhelming.‍

Inside,​ seated among the‍‌ attendants, was Lady‍‍ Aiselin of the‍ Duplain family. Across​⁠ from her sat⁠‌ Jayden, representative of​‌‌ the Beldern Mercenary‍ Band and Dereck’s⁠‌ companion. Dereck himself‌ remained silent beside‍⁠​ them, observing his‌‌ surroundings.

With‍​ the sound of‌ the wagon wheels⁠‍ as background, a conversation began between‌ Jayden and Lady‌​ Aiselin.

“Lady‌‍⁠ Diella… I believe⁠ I’ve seen her⁠ name on the‍‌ Duplain family tree.”​‌

Jayden‌⁠ no longer laughed⁠‍ without reason. The‌ noblewoman of the​​ Duplain family seated⁠ before him wasn’t​⁠ someone to be​⁠​ taken lightly. It​⁠ was easy to‌‍​ joke and smile‍‌‌ when their identities​​ were hidden, but​​ the situation had​ changed.

“But‍ she’s not someone‍‍‌ often seen in‌‌ public.”

“Yes,‍‍‌ that’s true.”

Dereck‌ observed Lady Aiselin’s‍​‌ expression for a moment.

It​‌​ seemed that speaking‍‌‌ of her sister,⁠‌ Lady Diella, was​ not a pleasant‍‌⁠ topic.

‘The‍ Duplain line of‍ succession… Yes, two‌‌ sons and two​‍ daughters.’

Under​​‌ Grand Duke Raymond‌ Oswald Duplain, a five-star mage, there⁠⁠ were four children.⁠

He⁠ had heard the‌ third and fourth​‌⁠ were regarded as​‌ ladies of House‌​ Duplain, preparing for⁠‍ their social debut.​‌‌

However,‌‍​ while many stories⁠ circulated about the⁠⁠‌ third child—Lady Aiselin’s‍‍ elegance and kindness—very‍⁠⁠ little was known‍‍ about the fourth,‍‌ Lady Diella.

“Lady‌‍​ Diella needs a magic instructor.”

“…So‍ you’ve assigned various‍⁠​ mercenaries to assess‌​ their qualifications?”

“Yes.‌ I apologize for‌⁠ concealing our identities.‍ As you know,‌⁠ revealing them gains⁠​ us nothing.”

Silently⁠ at her side,‌ steward Katarina respectfully‌ served tea.

The​‍ wagon’s wheels were​ as tall as⁠ a person, and​ six horses pulled​‌​ it. It was​‌‌ so stable one‍‌ could drink hot⁠ tea without spilling.​⁠​

On‍ the small table⁠ between the seats,‌‌​ tea cups filled⁠​ with a rich⁠ aroma were lined​‌​ up.

However,⁠​‍ no one reached​ for their cup.‍‍

“Strange,‌⁠ isn’t it? I didn’t expect a simple magic instructor‌⁠‍ to be suitable​​⁠ for teaching a noble lady of⁠​⁠ House Duplain.”

Jayden’s‍​ remark was accurate.⁠‌‍ Dereck himself nodded,‌‍‍ finding the situation‌‍⁠ odd. The nobility’s​ sense of privilege​ and authority went⁠⁠ beyond imagination.

Seeking⁠ a magic instructor‍‌ from low-ranking mercenary‌ mages for a noble lady was​​ unheard of.

As‌​⁠ mentioned, nobles would​ sell their souls⁠‌ for a good‌⁠ tutor for their‌‍​ children.

With​ the Duke of​‌‌ Duplain’s authority, they‍‍‍ could easily hire‌ a famous, well-educated‍‍‌ mage. Wasn’t this⁠​ one of the⁠‌⁠ most prestigious families⁠‌⁠ in the empire?​⁠​

In‍‍⁠ fact, they wouldn’t​​⁠ even need to⁠‌ search beyond the​⁠ household—there were many‌‍ people within the⁠ family with profound⁠​ magical knowledge.

So​ for Lady Aiselin​‌ herself to come​‍‍ looking for an​​ instructor meant this​​ wasn’t a normal⁠ situation.

Dereck‌‌​ spoke softly.

“I⁠ heard House Duplain‍​⁠ has at least​ three or four‍ recognized four-star mages.⁠ Why search among‌ mercenaries when you​⁠‌ already have such‍⁠​ talented instructors?”

“…Being‌‌ skilled in magic‌​ and being able​​ to teach it⁠ well are very‍‌​ different abilities.”

“…That’s⁠ true.”

“And⁠ of course, I’ve⁠​‍ already tried many‍ such instructors. But​‌ things haven’t gone‍‌‌ as I hoped…”‌

It⁠‍ hadn’t gone as⁠‍ hoped.

It​‍ was an implied⁠​ expression, but Lady⁠⁠‌ Aiselin’s face looked‍ conflicted.

Still,​‍ her underlying emotion‍⁠‍ was clear. It‍‍‌ was love for​‍‍ her one and‍ only younger sister.‌​‍

“Diella‌‌⁠ has… no magical⁠‌ talent.”

“….”⁠

Jayden‌​ fell silent for‌​‌ a moment at​ her words. He​​ didn’t fully understand.‍

House⁠‌‌ Duplain was a renowned magical lineage—those​‌ born into it⁠​ rarely lacked magical‍ talent.

“If​⁠ this continues, she’ll‌‍​ be treated as‌‌ a burden before​‌ even entering society.‌ I can’t allow‌ Diella to be⁠​‍ treated that way.”​‍⁠

In​⁠ the Velkos region,‌ it was common‍​ for noble young​‍‌ ladies to come‍‌‌ to Ebelstein in​ preparation for entering⁠ society once they⁠ came of age.‌ They were usually​‍​ gifted a mansion‍ and even served‍‌ as hosts.

Lady‍ Aiselin herself, seated‍⁠ before Dereck, was‌‌​ already immersed in‌‍⁠ Ebelstein’s aristocratic society—not‌‍​ merely in title​ but in life.​​

Beyond‌⁠ the northern walls,​‌ in the prosperous​‌ district where nobles​ lived, they engaged‌‌​ in various exchanges‌‌ and studies, honing‍ the qualities of‌ a proper noblewoman.⁠‍‌

But​ only if they‌⁠ had the minimal‍ qualifications. For someone⁠ born into House‍ Duplain but unable​‍ to wield magic,‍‍‍ it was a fatal flaw for‌​ a noble.

Rather​⁠‍ than being the⁠⁠‍ family’s pride, she’d‍ more likely be‍⁠ its stain. This⁠ was probably common⁠⁠​ knowledge within the⁠‌ mansion.

It‍ wasn’t hard to‌⁠‌ imagine how a girl like Diella​⁠ would be treated.⁠‌‌

“I​​‌ understand. But I’m​‌‍ not sure digging⁠‍‍ through mercenaries is‌⁠ justified. If she⁠⁠ struggles to learn⁠ magic, wouldn’t it‌⁠ be better to​ find a more​‌ capable instructor?”

“…”⁠⁠‌

“…Did‌ I say something‍ inappropriate?”

“No.‌ It’s just that…⁠ I’m thinking about⁠‍ how to answer.”‌‍‍

Lady‌ Aiselin, her face‌⁠‍ full of worry,​ spoke calmly.

“Diella​⁠⁠ has had over​ twenty instructors in⁠⁠⁠ the past eight‍‌‍ months. There’s no‌​‌ one left who‌​⁠ can handle her.”‌‍

“…”​⁠

“But​​ I can’t give‍‍‍ up.”

As‌⁠ she said this,​ Lady Aiselin’s expression‍ grew more serious.⁠

“Sir​ Dereck is different‌‍ from past mages,‍‌⁠ both in mindset‍⁠ and magical approach—so⁠ who knows what​‍ might happen? I’m‍‌ willing to try‍ anything.”

Gradually,⁠‌ Dereck began to⁠‍ understand. In short,‍ the girl named⁠⁠ Diella didn’t seem‍‌‌ easy to teach.⁠‍​

It​‌‌ was often said​‌ that noble girls⁠​ could be rude‌ or stubborn. In‌‌ Diella’s case, it​‍‍ was hard to‌ tell what she​ was truly like.‍

***​‌

Bang!⁠⁠

In⁠​‍ the Velkos region‍​ stood the majestic‌‌ mansion of Grand⁠ Duke Duplain.

The‍‍ door to the​ Grand Duke’s office⁠⁠ burst open as‌‍⁠ if it were​⁠ about to break.‌⁠‌

Very​⁠⁠ few people could​⁠ open the duke’s⁠⁠‍ office door like⁠‍ that—something even nobles‍⁠ couldn’t do.

“Father!‍ Brother Valerian! I apologize for interrupting‍ your conversation!”

Inside​⁠ the office, Raymond‌ Oswald Duplain, the​ Grand Duke, was⁠⁠‌ seated behind a large desk, and‍ in front of⁠‍​ him, a young⁠‌‌ man with tousled​ blond hair was‌ discussing the duchy’s‌ quarterly tax revenues.​

Valerian,​‌ the eldest son,​‌​ was a tall,‌​ well-built, and handsome‌⁠ man. Named as‌ the next head‍‍⁠ of the family,​​‍ he had come​⁠ of age the⁠​ previous year, and​​ during his coming-of-age​​ ceremony, he had​‍ mastered the basics‍⁠‌ of two-star magic—a​‌​ true prodigy. The‍ elders of House⁠‌‍ Duplain held him​‌ in high regard.‍‍⁠

He​​‌ placed the report‍ he was presenting​ on the desk‍ and spoke in‍​‍ a calm voice.‍⁠⁠

“Leigh.​ What’s with the​‍⁠ commotion? Please conduct‌​⁠ yourself with dignity.”⁠‍​

“Please‌ listen to me,‌⁠ brother! I really⁠ can’t take it‌‌ anymore!”

The⁠ young man named‌‌‍ Leigh dragged a servant from the⁠‍ hallway and threw‍​​ him to the‌​ office floor.

Crack!‌

“Aaah!”​‍​

As⁠​⁠ the servant hit‌‍ the ground, a pungent smell filled⁠ the room, which⁠​ had previously held‌⁠ a faint scent‌​ of incense.

The‍​‍ servant was soaked​⁠ in dirty cleaning‌⁠‌ water. His uniform‍‍ was torn in‍ several places, and​⁠ his hair was‍ disheveled. It was⁠​ clear he had‍‌​ been mistreated.

“That‌ damn Diella went⁠ so far as‌‍‍ to lay hands‍‍⁠ on my personal‌‍ servant!”

“Leigh.​⁠​ Lower your voice‍⁠‍ when you speak.”‍

“I’m‍‍ speaking because I can’t stand it​ anymore! Last month,​‍ the number of‌​ servants who quit​ because of that⁠⁠‍ brat reached double⁠​ digits. The plates‍‍​ she’s smashed in‍​​ her tantrums must‍ number over a hundred. She destroyed‌​ a building because⁠⁠ she was bored…‍‌‌ How much longer​‍‍ are we going‌ to tolerate this⁠‍ criminal? Just because‍ she’s young and‍‍ the youngest?”

Leigh⁠ walked to the​​​ center of the⁠​ office and raised⁠‌ his voice toward​ Grand Duke Duplain,‌ who was reviewing​ documents across the‍​ desk.

“Father!‌​ Please answer me!”⁠

The‍‍‌ Grand Duke silently‌‌⁠ set aside the‍‍ paper he had⁠ been reading and​​ fixed his gaze​ on Leigh.

Leigh‍​⁠ knew those eyes‍‍ well.

“Father…”‌

He⁠‍ held his breath​ for a moment‌ and finally spoke⁠‌‌ in a flat​‍ tone, as if⁠ venting a complaint:​‍

“Can​ she really behave​⁠‌ like a Duplain?‌‌​ We’ve done enough…​ as a family…‌ and as nobles.‍‍ We’ve fulfilled our‌​‍ duties.”

“It⁠ is not your‍ place to judge,​‍⁠ Leigh.”

“No,​​ Father. Even if⁠​ I can’t compare‌ to my older​‍‍ brother, I am​⁠ also a member‌​ of House Duplain.​‍ I have the​​ right to speak.‍⁠‍ It’s time to​‍ accept it. Diella,​⁠ that girl, is⁠ a disgrace and‌ a liability to‌‍‍ our family.”

Unlike​​ the princely Valerian,⁠⁠⁠ Leigh had a sharp, commanding face,​‌‌ like that of‍ a general.

If‌‍ one had to‌‌⁠ guess which of​‌ the two was‌ older, many would‍‍‍ have picked Leigh,​‍ but in truth,​ he was the​‍‌ younger son of​‍‍ House Duplain.

“Father.‌ Even if Diella⁠⁠ doesn’t belong in​‍​ this family… we​‍‌ have Aiselin. It’s‌⁠⁠ as if the⁠​‍ gods gave all⁠ the noble grace‍⁠‍ meant to be‍⁠​ shared with Diella‍ solely to Aiselin.​ So let’s free‌‌​ Diella from this‍⁠ burden.”

“Leigh.‌​‌ Choose your words​⁠⁠ more carefully before⁠⁠ Father.”

“Brother.​ I’m sure you⁠​‌ think the same,‌‌ don’t you?”

Leigh’s​ sharp retort left‌ Valerian momentarily speechless.‌ Seeing his elder‍​⁠ brother’s uncomfortable expression,​ Leigh, encouraged, spoke‍⁠ softly to the⁠‍ Grand Duke.

“…I​⁠​ already asked a servant to look‌ into a monastery‍⁠ in the Anhel‍ region.”

“Leigh!”⁠‍

“Someone⁠‍ has to be‍‍⁠ firm! If no‍ one else will,‌‌​ then I must.”‌​‍

Leigh‍ raised his voice‌​ again at the​ Grand Duke.

“It’s‌⁠ a place where‌​​ many noble children‌ gather, with excellent​​‌ facilities and under‌‌ constant imperial supervision.⁠‌‍ It’s better for‍⁠ Diella to serve‌⁠ the gods’ will‌‍ than to stay​ here as a burden. Instead of​⁠ risking our family’s⁠‌ downfall…”

Bang!⁠

Leigh​ couldn’t finish his‌ sentence.

The​ Grand Duke grabbed⁠⁠‍ Leigh’s head and​​ slammed it onto⁠⁠ the desk.

“Argh!”‌

As⁠‍ Leigh screamed, the⁠ Grand Duke pressed​​⁠ his head down‍‌⁠ and whispered in⁠​‌ a cold, icy‍ voice.

“I⁠‌ believe I already​⁠ told you—it is​ not your place⁠‍ to judge.”

“Ugh…⁠‌‌ Father…”

“Do‌‍ I need to⁠‌ repeat myself?”

Though⁠ his face was‌‌ pinned to the​ desk, Leigh didn’t⁠‍‍ back down.

“Father.⁠‌ When the time‌‌‌ comes to decide…​‍⁠ you must choose…”​⁠​

Crack!⁠‌‌

True⁠ to the blood⁠‌ of a ruler,⁠ Leigh was not‌ easily broken. Pinned‌⁠‍ beneath the duke’s⁠​‌ hand, he held‌​‌ out until the​​ duke’s overwhelming magical⁠​​ pressure made him‌​⁠ lose consciousness.

“…”‍

A brief silence followed.‌

Only⁠⁠‍ the terrified servant’s‍ sobs echoed in‌⁠‍ the office. The‌ duke sank back⁠‌ into his executive⁠​ chair and massaged‍‌​ his temples for‌⁠ a moment.

Worries‍ and burdens were⁠‍ constant companions for⁠ any ruler. Yet,‌ one never grew‍​ used to them.​

Valerian‍ quietly watched the‍‌ duke with a tired face, then‍ gently supported the​‌‌ unconscious Leigh.

He‍ also patted the‌ shoulder of the⁠​ sobbing servant, brushing‍‌‍ him off.

“You‌ must be exhausted.​ I’ll speak with​‍ the steward—go bathe⁠‌ and rest in‍‍⁠ your room for​⁠ today.”

With‍ a gentle voice,‍⁠ he comforted the​ servant, then, still‌⁠‌ holding Leigh, spoke‍ to the duke.‌

“The⁠‍ taxes aren’t urgent,⁠⁠ so I’ll take​ my leave for⁠ today. Please get‍ some rest, Father.”​

“Very‌ well.”

At‍⁠⁠ that moment, as‍⁠ Valerian was about‌​​ to leave the​‍ office with Leigh​‌​ and the servant—‍⁠⁠

“Valerian.”⁠

“…Yes?”⁠‌

The​‍ duke, still seated​​ and rubbing his‌‍ temples, spoke in​⁠ a low voice.⁠

“Loving⁠ all your children⁠‌ equally is no⁠ easy task.”

“…”⁠

With​‌‌ a bitter smile,⁠ Valerian bowed deeply‌​ and exited the‍ office.

***⁠‌⁠

“Oh,​ Brother Valerian.”

In‍⁠⁠ the hallway outside‌⁠​ the office.

Aiselin,‍⁠ who had returned‍ to the noble⁠‌ mansion after some⁠‌​ time, was about​​​ to greet Valerian‍⁠​ cheerfully as he​ came out of‍ the office.

However,​ upon seeing him‍⁠⁠ carrying the unconscious⁠‌‌ Leigh, her expression​‍⁠ hardened. The servant​​ following him, covered​‍⁠ in mud, mirrored⁠ that expression.

“Oh,⁠‍ Brother…”

“Oh.‌‌​ Aiselin. It’s such‌ a joy to‍​⁠ see you after⁠⁠ so long. Has‍‍⁠ Ebelstein treated you‍ well?”

Valerian‍ managed a smile⁠‍ and returned Aiselin’s‍​ greeting.

“As‌​ you can see,‍ things are a bit complicated, so​⁠​ we’ll have to​ catch up later.”‌

“…Yes.”⁠

As‌​ Valerian, holding Leigh,⁠ passed by Aiselin,‍​ several servants rushed‍​ over to take​⁠ Leigh from him.‌ During that time,​‌ Valerian caught sight⁠⁠‌ of the people‌​⁠ Aiselin had brought‌ with her.

Alongside​ her usual servant,​⁠ there were two⁠⁠ mercenaries who appeared​ to have come‌​ from outside the‍​‌ noble mansion—Jayden and​ Dereck.

“…”⁠

Valerian‌‌⁠ knew Aiselin worked​ tirelessly for her⁠​ younger sister, Diella.⁠​

But‌⁠ he couldn’t help‍​ but feel a tinge of sympathy‍‌ at the company⁠ she’d brought. At‌ first, Aiselin had⁠ brought in well-known​ instructors among four-star⁠‍⁠ mages.

But​ none could handle‍‍ Diella. They were‍⁠ humiliated, injured, or​‍‍ gave up and‍‌‍ left.

Thus,‍​​ in high society,⁠‍ Diella’s reputation as⁠​‍ a troublemaker spread,‌​‌ and fewer and⁠‌ fewer people offered⁠ themselves as tutors.​⁠​ Still, Aiselin never⁠ gave up, continuing​‌ to ask around⁠‌​ and somehow managing‌‌⁠ to bring in​‍ three-star and two-star‍‌ mages—as long as⁠ they were persistent​ and sincere.

Yet⁠‍⁠ even those people⁠ became disheartened, and‌‌⁠ now things had‌ reached the point‌‍‍ where mages recruited⁠‍ from mercenary bands‍​ were entering the⁠‌‍ ducal mansion.

Her​ efforts were admirable,⁠‍ but from the‌ perspective of a brother watching, it​⁠ left a bitter‍‌ taste. It truly‍ seemed there was‌⁠ no one left⁠ to bring.

Valerian⁠ walked past Aiselin‌ in silence down​‌ the hallway.

It‍‍⁠ felt as though‌ a heavy weight‍​​ had settled on​ his chest.

“Aiselin.‌‌⁠ How is life‌⁠ in Ebelstein?”

“Thanks​‌ to Father’s care,‌‍⁠ each day has⁠‍​ been pleasant. Lately,⁠⁠⁠ I’ve been learning⁠ to paint portraits,‌​​ and if I have time, I’d‍ like to paint⁠‌‌ one of Father.”​⁠

“Ah,‌​⁠ really? When you‍⁠ finish it, we⁠ should hang it​⁠‌ in the mansion’s‌ main hall.”

“Father,‌‌⁠ please. I’m not⁠‍‌ that skilled yet.‍ I need to‌ improve enough so‌‌ the servants don’t​⁠ tease me, so⁠ give me a little more time.”‌

With‌ a broad smile,‍ Aiselin kept the⁠‍‌ conversation light, and⁠‌ the Duke’s expression—full‍ of concern and‍⁠⁠ burden—softened somewhat. No⁠‍ matter what others⁠ said, Aiselin was​⁠ deeply loved by⁠⁠⁠ the residents of⁠⁠ the ducal mansion.​

Born⁠ with the dignity‌‍‍ and grace of‌‍ a noble lady,⁠​​ she was adored⁠​ by her parents,​⁠ her two older‍‌ brothers, and even​​⁠ her retainers.

So‍‍ much so that,⁠​‍ upon coming of‌​​ age, she was‌‌‌ given a large​‌​ mansion in the‍⁠ wealthy district of​‍‍ Ebelstein and quickly‍ began her social​ education. She was‍‌ truly the jewel​ of House Duplain.​​‌

“Ah,⁠‌ and before I forget—I’ve brought a mage from Ebelstein.”‍⁠‍

“…I⁠⁠ see.”

The‌‌ Duke’s brow furrowed​⁠⁠ slightly when he⁠​‍ saw Dereck. The⁠‌ people Aiselin had⁠​ brought in as‌ tutors for Diella⁠⁠ were more than​‍‍ just one or‌‍‌ two. And no‍ matter who they​ were, they never⁠ lasted more than​ a few weeks⁠‌‍ before fleeing.

It‍⁠‌ was hard to‍ take anyone she‍⁠ brought seriously anymore.‌‍⁠ But even so,‌​ it was a choice made by⁠‌​ his beloved daughter‍ Aiselin.

“Very‌ well.”

But⁠ that was all⁠‍‌ he said. For‍‍ some time now,‍​​ the Grand Duke‍‍⁠ Duplain no longer‍‌ gave long opinions.‌‍

Aiselin‍​ quietly observed his‌‌‍ demeanor and then‌‌​ smiled faintly, with​⁠‍ a hint of‌‍​ resignation.

“Well‍ then, I’ll freshen⁠‍⁠ up from the‌​​ trip and we‍‍​ can talk more‍‍‌ in the sitting‍⁠ room. Father, there’s‌‌‌ much I’d like​⁠ to discuss.”

“Very​‌‌ well. See you​‌‍ later.”

With​​ that, Aiselin bowed⁠‌ and turned to‍ leave the office.‌

“Wait.‍⁠⁠ You stay.”

The‌ Duke called out⁠‍⁠ for Dereck to​‌ remain behind.

***​

A silent office.

The⁠ Duke of Duplain​⁠ scratched at his‍⁠ quill, reviewing documents​‌‌ attentively for a long while.

It‍ appeared to be‌⁠‌ important business concerning‍⁠ the management of​ his lands. The‌‌ Duke treated nothing‍‍ lightly, pondering deeply​⁠ over every detail.‌

He‍ seemed to live‌‍‍ each day immersed‌‍ in work.

After‍‌​ signing one of‌‍‌ the documents that​​ needed immediate attention,‍‍​ the Duke spoke⁠ without even looking‍ up, as if‌‌​ casting his words‌​ into the air.⁠⁠⁠

“You’re⁠‌⁠ very young.”

“Yes.”​

“Sixteen,⁠​ you said?”

“That’s‌⁠​ right.”

The‌‍ Duke flipped briefly‌ through the next‍‌​ document, his pen​‌‌ tracing a few‌​ lines.

While‌⁠​ tending to his‌​ affairs, he continued‍⁠​ with his deep,‌ weighty voice.

“…How‌ far can you‌​ handle magic?”

Asked​ this while twirling‌‍ his quill, Dereck​‌⁠ answered without hesitation.‌⁠

“I​‍‌ can handle first-level‍​‍ magic to some‍‍ extent.”

“Haha…”‍

The‌⁠‌ Duke let out‌​‌ a brief laugh.‌

The‌‌ meaning behind that‌‌⁠ chuckle wasn’t hard‍⁠⁠ to guess. For‌⁠ a sixteen-year-old who‍ had studied magic‍​ properly and reached​‌‍ a level where‌‌ he could teach⁠​ others, it was‌ remarkable to commoners.‍

It​ was a mix‌​‌ of admiration—and lamentation.‌​

After⁠ all, it was‍ still the level‍ of a commoner.⁠

Was‍⁠​ it a laugh‍‍ of regret, perhaps⁠​⁠ for having to‍⁠ entrust his daughter’s⁠‌‍ magical education to‍‍​ someone like this?⁠​

Dereck‌ speculated—but his guess​ was only half‌​ right.

“Don’t⁠​‍ bother lying.”

Before⁠ he realized it,⁠‌⁠ the eyes of‍​⁠ the Duke of​ Duplain—bright and piercing—were‌ locked directly onto⁠‌​ Dereck. Residual magical⁠‍​ energy shimmered in⁠‍‌ them.

“Modesty​ isn’t always a virtue.”

He‍‍‍ had already seen​‍ through the fact​‍ that Dereck’s magical‍​​ abilities didn’t stop⁠‍ at first level.​

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