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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 65: The Most Noble and Impoverished (1)

Chapter 65: The Most Noble and Impoverished (1)

Raymond‍​⁠ Oswald Duplain, head​​‌ of House Duplain,⁠⁠ is dead.

Valerian,‌‍ the eldest son,‌‌ lost his mind‌‍‌ due to a necromantic weapon brought​ from the White‌‌ Zone in the‍‌‍ north of Duplain‌ territory. He destroyed⁠ the mansion, sacrificed‌⁠‌ numerous servants, and⁠ ultimately killed his‌‌‍ own father.

He​‌​ attempted to become​‍​ a high-level necromancer​​‍ by sacrificing the⁠ various guests and‍‌ high-ranking magicians gathered⁠ at the mansion,​ but was struck‌⁠​ down by Diella‌ in a sudden​⁠⁠ attack.

The‌ duchess, Miriela, fainted‌ on the spot,​‍‍ and the second⁠​ son, Leigh, fell⁠ into a coma​‌‍ from the aftereffects​​ of the magic.​​

Other‍​ high-ranking servants and‌⁠ direct family members‍‍‌ were also injured​​‍ to various degrees,‍​ and more than‍‌ half of the‍‍ family members have​ yet to regain​ consciousness.

“Ugh…‌‍⁠ aaah…”

“W-what’s⁠‍ happening…? Where… are⁠‌‍ we exactly…?”

When‍ the sun rose⁠‌ over the half-destroyed​​‍ ruins of the⁠‍ Duplain mansion, the‌‌ distinguished guests—nearly sacrificed⁠⁠ in the main‍ hall—began to stir‌​ and slowly get‍ up.

As⁠‍ they opened their​ eyes, a horrific​⁠ scene spread out‌ before them. All‍⁠ of them doubted‌​‍ what they were⁠‌‌ seeing, unable to‍‍ accept the current⁠ situation.

Even‍‍​ so, not a single guest or‌​ high-ranking magician who‌‌⁠ attended the ball‌ died.

This⁠⁠⁠ was partly because‌ they had been‍ gathered in the⁠​‌ main hall as‍ sacrifices for the‌⁠ necromantic ritual, but⁠⁠ also because the‍ perpetrator was stopped⁠‌​ before the situation‌⁠⁠ spiraled out of​‍ control.

Sunlight​ streamed through the‍‍ half-collapsed ceiling.

Amid‍⁠⁠ the chaos, the‍ only person able‍‌​ to represent House‍ Duplain stepped forward.‌

“First,​‍⁠ I must apologize⁠‍ to everyone. I regret having made‌⁠‍ you come from​ so far.”

In‍​ the wake of​‍ the disaster caused​‍ by necromantic magic,‍‍ Aiselin and Diella‍ had managed to‌​ retain their sanity‌ and prevent a full catastrophe.

However,‌⁠ neither Aiselin, who⁠‌‌ bowed her head,​ nor Diella, who‌ stood silently behind‌⁠ her, could wear⁠ a heroic expression.‌⁠

“We‍ will take full​ responsibility for today’s​⁠‍ incident and provide‍ compensation through every​​‌ possible means.”

Aiselin,‌​⁠ who now had⁠‌ to bear the‌‌ weight of House‍ Duplain, spoke with‍​‌ determined resolve.

The​ expressions of the‍​ guests varied upon‍‌‌ hearing her statement.‌

Some⁠‌ were furious at‍‌​ having nearly died​ without realizing it,​ while others were​⁠ deeply concerned about‍ how to deal⁠​​ with this unprecedented⁠⁠ disaster for House‍‍ Duplain.

“W-what’s‍⁠​ going on…! We​‍⁠ were almost sacrificed‍ for necromancy…? Right​⁠ here, in the‌ mansion of the​ illustrious House Duplain?!”‌

“As⁠​​ soon as I return to the​ main house, I’ll​ demand action be‍‌ taken! It’s horrifying…!⁠⁠‍ We almost died!”​

When⁠⁠ a mighty beast⁠‍‍ dies and becomes⁠ a corpse, vultures⁠​‌ gather to tear‌ its flesh. And⁠⁠​ this time, there‍ was good reason—they⁠‌‍ had nearly lost‌ their lives.

All‍​ responsibility lay with⁠⁠ House Duplain.

In‌‍⁠ a situation where⁠‌ they had even‍‍‍ lost their head‌⁠ of house, giving‌‌ such a clear​ motive to these‍ numerous guests meant​⁠ they had to​ be prepared to​‌ be devoured.

Even⁠⁠ so, House Duplain‍⁠ had no choice.⁠

While‌ Aiselin and Diella⁠​ stood silently, the‍ voices of the​ guests grew louder​ and more indignant.⁠‌‌

“Even⁠‌​ so, House Duplain‍‌ acted to prevent​⁠‌ greater harm. Though‍‌ there were minor⁠‍ injuries like scratches,​⁠ no lives were‍‌​ lost.”

“Lady‍⁠ Ellen?”

“House‍‌ Belmierd will not​‍ hold them accountable.‌​ It appears House‌ Duplain has already⁠​⁠ sacrificed enough.”

The‌⁠​ one who spoke‍‍ before the main⁠​⁠ hall was Ellen‍​ Belmierd.

Her‌ red hair, soaked‍ from the rain,⁠ clung to the⁠‍‌ scratches on her​‌ arm.

She⁠ had used magic⁠​ to prevent serious⁠ injury when the​ building collapsed, though‌​ she couldn’t avoid‍​ minor wounds.

Most‍‌ of those present‍‌​ were representatives of‌ their respective houses.‍‌⁠ Ellen also attended​ the ball representing​ the County of‌​‌ Belmierd.

As‌⁠‌ representatives, they had​ no direct authority‌ to decide how‌ to proceed in⁠ a situation like​​ this.

But​​ Ellen was different.‍‍

She‍ had received from​​‍ the Count of‍‍ Belmierd the authority‍ to make certain‌⁠​ decisions on behalf‌​‌ of the family.​ Of course, major‍​⁠ decisions required direct‍⁠ approval, but this‍‌ time she made⁠‌ a bold call.‍‍

House​‌‌ Belmierd would not⁠​ hold House Duplain‌​ responsible.

Though‌⁠ other guests wouldn’t​‍​ let go of​ such a ripe‍ opportunity, this would⁠​ at least influence‍ the course of‍⁠‌ events.

“W-why…?”‍‍

“I‌ don’t have a particular reason. As‌​ I said… it⁠ seems House Duplain‍⁠⁠ has sacrificed enough.​​‌ They lost their​​​ lord, half their‍⁠ strength, nearly all‍ their servants, and‌‌ even their mansion.”‌

Ellen‌ looked at Aiselin‌ silently, then gave‍‌‍ a slightly strained‌ smile and whispered,‌​⁠

“Think‌ of it as⁠‍‍ my inferiority complex.‍‌‌ I’ll handle convincing‍ my father, so‌ don’t worry.”

Saying‌​ that, Ellen dragged‍​‍ her torn dress​‍ toward the stables.​​⁠

The​ coachman from the⁠ main house had​​ either fled or‍‌ been killed by⁠ monsters. If she​⁠ wanted to return,‌‍‍ she’d have to‌​⁠ take the horse⁠‌ herself.

“I’ll​ just… borrow a horse.”

As​‌ she passed by,​⁠ dragging her dress,​‌‌ Ellen glanced at​‍ a half-destroyed column.⁠ A man was​⁠ leaning against it,‍ arms crossed, watching‍‌ the situation.

Everyone‍ was drenched. Even⁠‌‍ so, the white-haired⁠​ boy looked worse.‍⁠‌ His body was​ soaked with rain,‍ sweat, and blood,‍​‍ hair disheveled, and‌‍‌ his face muddied.‌‍⁠

He​‌⁠ was the one‌​​ who had stood‍ at the front,⁠⁠ holding Valerian at‌‍ bay until he‍ regained his senses.‌

“Dereck.‌‌​ Your achievements should‍​⁠ be reported to​ the royal family‌⁠‌ and you should‍‍ be awarded… but⁠ now’s not the‍‌ time for celebration.‍​ We’ll postpone it.⁠ I’ll make sure​ you receive proper‍ compensation.”

“…”‌​

“And⁠‌ as the eldest‌ daughter of House‍‍ Belmierd, I must​‍‌ also thank you.‌ If you hadn’t​ intervened in the‍​ hall and stopped​⁠​ Valerian, all the‌​ guests here would⁠‌ have died as​ victims of necromancy.”​‍

Hearing​⁠‍ that, all present‍⁠​ widened their eyes⁠‍‌ and looked at‌​​ Dereck.

They⁠ had known that​​‌ Aiselin and Diella‌ had stopped Valerian,​‌​ but there were​‌ always doubts.

How‍​‌ could two girls,⁠ barely capable of‌‍‍ two-star magic, stop‌ someone who had⁠⁠ absorbed power equivalent⁠​ to four stars?‌⁠⁠

It‍‌ was impossible without‌ outside help. They​‍⁠ had suspected someone‌ else intervened but​ never imagined it​ was a common-class‍‌⁠ mage.

“Dereck?​‌⁠ That white-haired mage‍ saved our lives?”‍

“He‌ didn’t look that​​‌ old… and he⁠‌ fought evenly against⁠ a four-star mage?”⁠‍

“He‌‌ must be at‌⁠ least three stars…​ otherwise it doesn’t‌ add up… A commoner that young,​‌ reaching three stars?”‌‍

Among‌‌ the nobles present,⁠​ many from the‌⁠​ southwest already knew⁠‍ of Dereck. He‌​‌ was famous as​⁠⁠ a talented magic‍⁠ instructor in the⁠‍ social circles of⁠​ Ebelstein. The number‍ of noble families​⁠‌ hoping to hire‌⁠⁠ him as a tutor far exceeded⁠‌⁠ what could be‌ counted on two‌ hands.

Stopping‍ Valerian was a tremendous feat—on the‍​ level of preventing⁠‍‍ a national disaster.​

Even⁠‍ if the closed​ aristocratic society didn’t‍‌ grant him a title, at the​⁠ very least, a substantial financial reward⁠ was certain, and​⁠ his social standing⁠​ would skyrocket.

Now‌ it was uncertain⁠ just how high‌‍‌ Dereck’s value could‌‌ climb—it was already⁠⁠ soaring.

One‍‍ way or another,‌‌ he would make​‌ waves in noble​‍⁠ society.

“Yes,​‍ you’re the most​‌ renowned magic instructor‌ in the southwest.⁠‍⁠ Indeed, your magical⁠ skill seems outstanding.​ I’m Robenkheim, from⁠‌‌ the north. If‌⁠⁠ you ever visit‌⁠⁠ House Melverot, please​ contact me.”

“It’s‌​⁠ an honor to‌ meet Sir Melverot,⁠ guardian of the⁠​ north. Thank you‍​‌ for greeting me.”​

“If⁠ you’re ever in‍ the south, do‍⁠‌ visit Lord Delos’s‍ castle. I’m his‌⁠ wife, Adelen. If‌ my husband hears‌​ of this, he’ll⁠⁠ want to reward⁠​ you generously.”

“Thank‍ you kindly for⁠⁠ your graciousness, Countess​‌ Adelen. Fortunately, there⁠​‌ don’t seem to‍ be any serious​ injuries.”

“I’m⁠ Poloncourt, chancellor of​​​ the royal family.​‌ Thanks to you,‌⁠ I’m still alive.​​ If you ever⁠​ consider working as​‌​ a magic instructor…”‍

And​⁠​ so, the quickest‌ nobles approached Dereck‍‌⁠ and began to⁠ greet him.

Compared‌ to the beginning​‌ of the ball,‍​ when no one‍‍ even spared him​​⁠ a glance, the‍⁠‍ sudden shift in‌ attitude was nearly⁠‌ grotesque.

Nonetheless,‍‌ when it came‌​ to beneficial connections,⁠​‍ they made sure⁠⁠ to secure them.⁠ That was the‌‍ nature of aristocratic‌ society.

From​​ afar, Denise watched‌ with her arms‌‌​ crossed and let​‍ out a soft​‍ laugh.

Now,‍‌​ House Beltus had​ Dereck under contract,⁠⁠⁠ but given the‌​ current situation, they⁠‌​ were no longer‍‌‍ certain they could⁠‌‌ keep him once⁠ the term ended.‍⁠​

‘If‍‌ he were someone​ with average talent,​⁠ they’d just throw⁠‍ suspicious glances, but⁠ in cases like⁠ this… they’re truly⁠ shameless.’

Denise‌​‌ had moved in⁠ noble circles for‍⁠​ years, but that⁠⁠​ opportunistic attitude never‍​ ceased to amaze‌⁠ her.

This‌​ would only increase‌ Dereck’s value, becoming‌‍​ a headache for​ anyone who wished‌ to keep him​⁠ close.

She‍‌ brushed off her‌ clothes and calmly‌‌​ watched Ellen’s back‍⁠‌ as she walked‍​⁠ away. It seemed‌‌ she’d made that​⁠‌ whole scene on⁠‍‌ purpose, just to‍ further elevate Dereck’s‍​ reputation.

As‌⁠‍ the nobles began⁠​ gathering around, Denise‌‍ smiled softly and⁠⁠‌ also walked away.‍​

She⁠ would’ve loved to‌​ step forward and‍ declare, “I, too,‍‌⁠ won’t hold House⁠ Duplain responsible,” but‍ she couldn’t.

Ellen​ was the true​​ power in House‌⁠​ Belmierd. Denise was​​​ nothing more than⁠‍ a puppet of​ the Beltus family.‌​⁠

Though‌‌​ both were ladies‍​​ of the Rose‍‌ Salon, the difference‌ in authority within‍‍ their respective families‌‌ was like heaven‌⁠ and earth.

Even​ in such an⁠‌‍ urgent situation, Ellen’s‌⁠​ bold assertiveness was,‌​ in a way,⁠⁠⁠ enviable.

‘…Did​⁠⁠ I just envy‌ power? Me?’

Suddenly,‍​ Denise shook her​‌‍ head, startled by‍⁠​ her own thought.‌

She‍​ couldn’t believe that‌⁠‌ she—who always lived⁠‌ with restraint—had such‌ a pointless idea.⁠

‘Ever⁠​ since Dereck arrived,‌⁠⁠ I’ve been overthinking.⁠ I must stop⁠‍‍ having these unnecessary‌‌⁠ thoughts.’

Denise⁠ quickly fixed her‍⁠‌ platinum hair, soaked⁠ from the rain,‌ and stood up.​‍

While⁠‌⁠ many nobles were‍‌ scrambling to shake⁠​⁠ Dereck’s hand, she​‍ felt oddly satisfied​ that he was⁠​ finally being recognized—but‌​​ that was exactly‍‍‌ why she thought‌ they should leave‍‌ soon.

“Dereck.​‍⁠ There’s no point‍⁠ in staying at⁠⁠ House Duplain. Let’s‍ return to the‌​‍ main house. We‌ have to report​​ what happened anyway,‌ so for now…”‌‍

“Oh,‌‌​ Lady Denise, I’m‍ glad to see⁠⁠​ you’re safe as⁠ well. When I saw you in‌⁠ the guest room​⁠ closet, things were‍‌ too urgent to‍⁠ properly greet you.”‌

“…Lady⁠ Freya, you’re safe​‍‌ too?”

Just‍​‌ as Denise was‍‍ about to lead​​⁠ Dereck away, Freya​ was holding onto‍​‍ him and chatting.​‌⁠

She‌⁠‍ also seemed to⁠ be preparing to⁠‌ leave, but clearly‍‍​ wanted a few⁠​ words with Dereck,‍ who shared the⁠‍ same mentor.

“It’s⁠ amazing to meet⁠​​ someone in person⁠​​ whom I’ve only‌​‌ heard about through⁠⁠ Master Katia. Seeing‌‌​ you like this‍⁠ is quite different⁠‌ from what I imagined—very intriguing.”

“Lady‍​‍ Freya, I’m glad‌ you weren’t seriously‌‍ hurt. Master Katia‌ has written about​‌⁠ you often. I’m​ impressed by how‍ composed you are​⁠⁠ in this situation.”⁠​​

“Well…‍ now that the‌​ tension is gone,​‍ I’m just hungry.​​ Ugh…”

Freya‌‍‍ fixed her disheveled‌​⁠ blue hair and​​⁠ adjusted the dress‌ that had slipped⁠⁠‍ from her shoulders.‍

She‍​‌ was older than‍‍⁠ the Rose Salon‍‍​ ladies, having made‍‍ her social debut‍‍‌ long ago.

Though⁠ rumors said she​ was the most‌ influential figure in‍⁠ eastern noble circles,​ in person she‍‍‍ didn’t exude such​⁠ imposing authority.

Still,‌ Dereck greeted her⁠‍‌ warmly, like an‌​‍ old friend from​‌ a distant land.⁠ Even when nervous,‍⁠‌ Dereck rarely showed⁠ much expression. Seeing⁠⁠ him so animated⁠ for once made‍ Denise uncomfortable.

‘He‍‍ never looked that‍‍⁠ bright when he​‍ was with me…’​‌

To⁠ be fair, it‍⁠⁠ would’ve been weirder⁠ if he had,⁠‍⁠ considering how she​‌⁠ constantly treated him‌ like a nuisance.‌‌

Denise​‌​ knew that, but⁠​‌ even so, seeing⁠‌⁠ that unfamiliar, slightly‌⁠​ excited expression on‍‍ Dereck’s face sent​‌‌ a strange tingle⁠ through her chest.‍‍

“I’d​‌‍ love to keep‌ chatting, but this‍‌‌ isn’t the best​⁠ time. Let’s continue⁠⁠ another day. If⁠⁠ you ever visit‌⁠ the eastern continent,⁠‍ please stop by‌‌‌ House Elvester.”

“Well…‌‌‍ my father doesn’t​‌⁠ exactly welcome commoners​‌⁠ into the mansion…​⁠​ but he wouldn’t​ turn away the⁠⁠ man who saved⁠ his daughter’s life…‍​​ Besides, Master Katia⁠‍ is there too,⁠ so it should‍⁠ be fine…”

“Hmm…‍ if it’s truly‌ inconvenient, I won’t⁠⁠ push it.”

“No,‍‍ it’s fine.”

Denise,‌ watching the pleasant‌‍ exchange, sighed deeply⁠‌‌ and stepped in.‌‍⁠

“Then‌⁠⁠ Lady Freya, perhaps​​⁠ you can visit‍‍ House Beltus instead.⁠⁠​ Wouldn’t that be⁠ much better?”

“Oh,‌‍ really? I’m not‍​ familiar with Ebelstein’s‌ social scene, but​ I thought it’d​ be nice to‍​ connect with people​​‍ from the Rose​‌​ Salon or Drest‌‌ Academy.”

“The‍ Rose Salon will‌‍​ be in some‌‍⁠ disarray for a while… but a visit to the‌‌ mansion for social⁠​‌ purposes should be⁠⁠‍ fine.”

“That’s‌‍ a relief. There⁠⁠ are some matters‍​ I wanted to⁠⁠ discuss separately.”

“Discuss?”⁠

Freya,⁠ resting her chin⁠‌⁠ on one hand,‍ glanced around cautiously‌⁠‍ and lowered her‍ voice.

“You‌​ saw Prince Valerian​ using forbidden arts,‍ didn’t you?”

“Yes,‌‌ I did.”

“But…‍‍‌ he seemed too​‌​ skilled with the​⁠​ specific rituals, and‍‍​ his control over⁠​ necromancy was too‍​ natural… it felt​​‍ suspicious.”

“What…?”‌‍​

“This‍ isn’t something to‍​ talk about in‍⁠ the heart of⁠‌‍ House Duplain, where‌ they’ve just lost⁠‌ family… but I can’t help feeling‍​‌ Prince Valerian wasn’t​​ acting alone. Someone‍⁠ else must’ve been‌‍ involved…”

They‌‍‌ were at the‌⁠​ center of House⁠‌​ Duplain. Speaking ill⁠‍​ of the deceased​​‌ in front of‍‌‍ their family was‍‌ disrespectful. That’s why‌‌ Freya seemed to​‌ restrain herself.

“Hmm…‌‍‌ I’ll tell you​ more later.”

Freya‍​⁠ dusted off her‍‍‌ dress, straightened with‍‍ her hands on⁠‌‍ her hips, and‍‍ said:

“Anyway,‍ everyone’s exhausted, so‌ let’s not talk‌‌ about complicated things.‌‌‍ The Duplain mansion‌⁠​ is now in‍ the hands of‌ those two, so‌​ we can all⁠​‌ head home and​⁠‌ rest. The family​⁠ members will handle⁠ the rest.”

With⁠ that, Freya gave⁠​⁠ a lively wave.⁠

“See‌‍ you next time,‌⁠ Dereck. Hmm… should​ I call you‍​‌ senior or oppa?”⁠

“…”‌‌

“Just⁠​‍ kidding.”

Stretching‍⁠‍ her stiff body,‌‌ Freya departed for‍ her home in‍‍​ the eastern continent.⁠

Given‍⁠‌ the incident, she‍‌‌ had to return⁠‌ immediately to report​‍ everything.

Dereck⁠ and Denise checked‌‌ each other for‍​ injuries.

Neither‌ was hurt, so‌⁠ they simply asked​‍⁠ after each other​ and prepared to‍‍ head back to‍ Ebelstein.

“Seems‍​ hard to return⁠​‌ by carriage. I’ll⁠⁠​ ride the horse—please⁠‍ sit behind me.”‍‌

“Ugh…​‍ Dereck, my clothes​ are soaked in‌⁠‌ mud. It’s awful.”‌‍‌

“There’s​⁠ no helping it.‍‌ Please endure a little longer.”

Denise​⁠​ wrapped her arms⁠⁠​ around Dereck’s waist​‍‍ and briefly turned‌ her head to‍⁠‍ glance at the⁠ half-destroyed Duplain mansion.‍​‍

The​​ grandeur of House‌​‍ Duplain, which once​ ruled the world,​​ was now crumbling.​‌ They say no​‌ flower blooms forever,‌ but watching something‍ fall apart still‌‌ leaves a void.⁠⁠⁠

Seeing​‌ Diella and Aiselin​‍ hurrying about the‍‍‌ main hall, she​ silently reflected. Though⁠ the family had⁠⁠​ fallen into disgrace,‌⁠⁠ they still had‌ to live under⁠ the name Duplain.⁠

Such​⁠ is the life⁠‌ of noblewomen—having lived⁠‍ under the prestige‍‌⁠ of the family,‍ they must also​‍ bear its shame.​‌​

It‌‍‌ would be nice⁠ if they had‌‍‍ a chance to‍‌⁠ revive the family,‍ but such opportunities​ are rare.

In‌‌ the end, they​‍​ too were noblewomen.​​ No matter how‌‌ thorny the road,‍ they must walk⁠‌‌ it with a smile.

Many⁠ trials awaited them,‍ and while Denise​ didn’t feel loyalty‌‍⁠ strong enough to​⁠ offer active support…‌​ she still wished​‌‌ the sunlight filtering‌⁠⁠ through the rubble​​‌ would continue to‍ shine on them.⁠​

“Even‍‍ if it collapses,‍ the rubble remains.”‌

And‍‍‍ if the rubble​ remains, perhaps flowers​ may bloom again.‌​‌ It might be‍​ a fleeting hope,⁠‌ but even fleeting‌​ hope is better​⁠ than none.

With⁠‌ that thought, they‌‍ departed for Ebelstein,⁠ leaving the two‌‌ sisters of House​‌ Duplain behind.

For‍‌ now, it would​‍ be difficult to⁠‌‍ see them again,‍ as they’d be‌​‌ occupied with rebuilding.‍⁠‌

Denise⁠ silently sent them⁠ all her support.⁠

***​⁠‍

“Good​ morning, Lady Denise.”​‌

However,‌​​ she saw Diella⁠ again just three‌​‌ days later.

When‌‍‍ Denise entered her‍​⁠ reception room that⁠‍⁠ morning, she found⁠⁠ Diella calmly sipping‍ tea—and felt distinctly‌‍ uneasy.

Despite‍ being the young⁠​ lady of a family in rapid⁠⁠‌ decline, Diella exuded​⁠ an undeniable presence.⁠‍​

Clad‍ in a beautiful‍⁠⁠ dress and holding⁠​ a tea cup⁠‍ with poised elegance,‍​ Diella seemed even‌​ more refined than⁠ before.

“L-Lady‍‍ Diella? What brings‌ you to my‌⁠ house so early​ this morning…?”

Denise⁠ had become something⁠ of an early‍ bird thanks to‌​ Dereck, but she‌‌‍ still found it⁠ disorienting to receive‍⁠ visitors at such‍ an hour.

She⁠‌‌ had only just‌‍ finished getting ready‌‍‌ and come downstairs⁠​‍ when she found‍ the little lion‌‍‍ of a woman⁠ sitting in ornamental‌⁠ silence, eyes sharp​‌ as ever.

‘I​‌ cheered her on,‍​‌ yes… but I didn’t expect her​‍‍ to visit out‍⁠ of the blue.’‍

“It‌​ seems you’re wondering‌‍ how I managed​ to reach Ebelstein,‍‍⁠ given your ongoing‍ mansion restoration,” Diella⁠ observed.

‘How‌‌ needlessly cutting!’

Denise‍‌ cleared her throat​ a few times,​​‌ composed herself, and‌⁠‍ slipped into the‌⁠ formal mask of‌‌ a noblewoman before​ sitting across from‌ Diella.

“You‌ must have been​ through so much—I’d⁠​‍ like to start⁠ by expressing my‍‍ deepest condolences.”

“Thank‌⁠ you. Now, if⁠​ I may, I’ll‌‍ get straight to⁠‍ the point.”

Denise‍‌ and Diella had‌ never been particularly‍​ close.

At​‌⁠ first, Denise championed‌ Diella’s cause, but​⁠ once both found⁠ themselves vying for‌​ Dereck’s attention, everything⁠ grew tense.

Denise​ didn’t genuinely harbor⁠​ resentment, but she​​ couldn’t help feeling‌ uneasy around Diella.‌⁠‌

Creak.⁠

No‌ sooner had Denise​ sat than Diella⁠‌‍ stood.

She​​​ carried herself oddly—her​‍‍ voluminous hair bristling​ like a hedgehog’s‍ quills.

Though‌‍ small in stature,​‌ Diella could be⁠‌‍ quite intimidating when‍⁠ serious—an image reinforced​ by her reputation‌⁠ for once roughing‍⁠ up servants.

Denise‍ swallowed nervously.

From‌‍ day one in‍⁠ the Rose Salon,​​ Diella resembled a wild stallion charging‌‍⁠ straight at her.‌‍ Now, in her​ desperation, she’d risk‌⁠ visiting Denise’s mansion—why?⁠‍

Denise⁠⁠ watched in silence,⁠⁠ tension coiling tight.‌‌

Thud!‍

“…”​

Unexpectedly,‍‍ Diella slammed her‍ hand upon the‍‍ table, sweating profusely—a​‌ sight completely out‌ of character.

With​ eyes like a wary cat and‌ flush of shame,‍​ she sweated for​‌⁠ a long moment‍⁠​ before finally lowering‌⁠ her gaze and‍​​ speaking.

“C-Could⁠‍‌ you…?”

“Could‍ I…?”

“Could‍‍ you… lend me‍‌‍ some money…?”

“…”​‌

Silence.⁠‍

“…”⁠‍‌

“…”‌‌‌

Stunned‌​⁠ by the entirely⁠ unforeseen request, Denise‌ froze.

The‌⁠ quiet that followed‌​​ felt like an‍ endless chasm.

***‍‍‍

“What—?”‌

Dereck‌ repeated, disbelieving his‍‌ own ears.

He​⁠ was in his‌‍‌ own humble home—a‌‌‌ modest house passed‍​ down from Master‍‌ Katia, tucked in‍⁠ a corner of‍‍ Ebelstein’s merchant district.‍

Not⁠⁠ exactly a place‌​ a noblewoman would‌⁠‍ visit—but someone knocked​‌‌ early this morning.​‌ He answered—and there​‌⁠ stood Aiselin.

With⁠​‍ a young, green-faced⁠​ maid in tow,⁠​ she timidly asked‍‌ if she might⁠‍​ enter for a moment.

Duty—confusingly​ polite—Dereck let her⁠‍ in and offered​‍ a glass of​‌⁠ cold water.

Despite​⁠ the oddity of‌‌‌ it, this was‍ no place for⁠⁠ a lady in⁠⁠ dress. Dereck’s embarrassment‍​ deepened—he had nothing‍ more to offer.‌‍⁠ He stood as⁠‌‍ Aiselin appeared even⁠ more uneasy.

And,‌‍⁠ finally, red-faced and‍‌‌ trembling, she confessed⁠ she’d come to‍‌ ask him for​‌‌ money.

And‌ it wasn’t just‌‌​ anyone. It was​‍ Aiselin Eleanor Duplain‍ who said it.‍

“…”‌⁠​

“…”‌

Even​ after saying it,‌‍⁠ Aiselin lowered her‌‌ head even further,‍ completely flushed. Her‍ trembling hands resting⁠‍ on her lap‍⁠ looked pitiful.

“Is‌‍ it… that bad?‌⁠ Bad enough that⁠ you had to⁠ come ask me?”‍‍⁠

Dereck‌‍⁠ had some savings,‍ but he never‍‍​ imagined a noble‍ would come to‍​ him, a commoner,‌⁠‍ asking for help.⁠

“No,​ it’s just that…‌‍‍ between the expenses⁠‍ to restore the‌ mansion, emergency provisions,⁠⁠⁠ and the urgent​​ need to hire⁠⁠⁠ a coachman for⁠‌ the guests’ return…‌‌ I just need​⁠‌ a bit of​‌‍ cash right now…‌ It’s not much,‍‌‌ but… I’m kind​ of… stuck…”

“….”‍

“I​‌⁠ borrowed some from​‍ the Korn family‍ and also used​ what was left‍‍⁠ in my personal​ residence… but I forgot that the‍⁠‌ payment date for‌ the work coincided‌​ with that…! Given​ the circumstances…”

“….”⁠

“Until‍‍‍ I can sell‍ the mansion’s antiques,‌‍⁠ artwork, and magical​ tools, I need​⁠ to front some​​ living expenses, but⁠​​ the funds I received from the‍⁠⁠ Roent Trading Company‌ aren’t enough… No…‍ I shouldn’t be⁠‍​ saying all this…‍ so…”

“….”⁠​⁠

“….”‌‍​

Growl.‌‌

Breaking‍⁠ the silence, the⁠ sound of a growling stomach was‍⁠⁠ heard.

Dereck⁠⁠ flinched. At first,⁠ he thought it‍⁠‍ was his own⁠⁠ stomach… but then‍⁠ remembered he’d had‌​ some mashed potatoes​‍⁠ and bread that⁠‌​ morning.

Then‍⁠ he looked at‌⁠ Aiselin… and saw⁠ her face was​⁠‌ completely red, like​‌‍ it might explode.​‌​ She had lowered⁠ her head deeply,‌ trembling, as if‌⁠ she wanted to⁠‌ disappear on the​ spot.

“…You⁠‍ haven’t eaten?”

“I-I’m⁠⁠ sorry. Please, don’t‌ ask…”

“….”‌‌⁠

“…Today​‍ was the deadline‌⁠⁠ to pay for⁠ the staff’s meals…‌ I couldn’t let​⁠‌ the servants go⁠​ hungry starting tomorrow…‍​‌ So, in a hurry… I managed‍‍‍ to cover it‍⁠⁠ with my own‍⁠⁠ money…”

“….”⁠‌‍

Dereck​​‍ rubbed his face‍ with both hands.‍

He⁠ felt like he‍ was losing his‍ mind.

Whatever​ the case, it‍⁠ seemed that the​ first thing they​‍‌ needed was food.‌‍‌

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