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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 66: The Most Noble and Impoverished (2)

Chapter 66: The Most Noble and Impoverished (2)

After‍ that, when Dereck‌ returned to the‍‌ Duplain mansion—nearly fifteen⁠ days later—the place‌‍‍ had changed dramatically.​‌​ To be precise,​ it looked even⁠​‍ more pitiful.

There‍⁠ was no way⁠‌ they could have‌⁠‌ fully restored a half-ruined mansion in​ such a short‍ time. They hurriedly‍‍ covered broken roofs‌‍​ with tarps and​‌​ tents, and the‍ completely collapsed west⁠​‌ wing had been‌⁠‍ left untouched or​ used to store‍‍ items that could⁠​ withstand the rain.‍​​

The‍​‍ charred garden was‌‍⁠ now crowded with‌​⁠ external laborers and‌⁠⁠ servants, who had‌​⁠ set up camp‌ equipment to stay‍ there. The relatively‌⁠‌ intact rooms were‌‍​ being used to‌ house critically injured​‌ or unconscious patients.⁠‍‌

Overall,‍ the mansion looked​ like a patched-up‍‌ old garment. That​‍‌ was Dereck’s impression.​‌

“It‌​‌ seems the Beltus‌ family has no⁠​ reason to help​⁠⁠ the Duplains… So⁠ I decided to‌‍ allocate some funds‍‍ myself to maintain​‍ the mansion. It’s​‌ not much, but…⁠‍‌ considering the bond‌​ we forged in‌‍​ the Rose Hall,⁠​ I can at‌‌​ least help with‍​‍ that.”

“In⁠⁠ a way, it​ might be a chance to show‌ my charitable side​⁠​ to the public,‌‌​ don’t you think?‌‌​ Generously assisting Lady‌ Diella’s family, who​ used to scold​ me… Deep down,⁠⁠ it’s a victory​​‍ for me. Heh‍⁠ heh.”

Denise,‌ arms crossed and​​‌ smiling proudly, spoke‍‌⁠ about doing good‍​ while clearly enjoying‌‍​ it. Still, she​⁠ seemed sincere in⁠ wanting to help.​‍ She asked Dereck​‌ to offer help​ to the Duplains‍‌ if they came​‍‍ asking—so long as​​ it didn’t interfere​​‌ too much with‌‍​ his own life.‍‌‌

“It’s‍⁠⁠ a bit chaotic,⁠‌ isn’t it? If​⁠‍ you cross the​​ garden and go‌ to the mansion’s⁠‍‍ backyard, it’s a bit calmer.”

Aiselin,‌‌ who had entered⁠​ the foyer alongside‌ Dereck, spoke awkwardly.‍

Given​ that she had‍‌​ come to Dereck’s‍‌⁠ house to ask‍⁠​ for a loan,‍⁠ she must have⁠ been desperate. Yet‍ even in this‌ situation, she maintained⁠⁠⁠ her composure.

She‍‍‍ was strong-willed. Although‌ Dereck already knew‌‌ it, he was‍‍‌ still surprised to‌‌ see her so⁠ serene, despite her​‍ family’s deaths, the​⁠ crumbling mansion, and​ the burden that​‍ now fell on‌‌‌ her shoulders.

“More⁠⁠ people showed up‍‌ than I expected.”⁠​⁠

“Half‍​ of the surviving⁠‍‍ servants stayed. The‌ other half left,‍ but since I knew them well,⁠⁠​ I recommended them‌⁠‌ to other households⁠‌‍ or gave them‌‌⁠ a few gold⁠​​ coins.”

“And​‌ the finances aren’t‌ already tight enough?”‌‌

“I​⁠​ sold everything I could immediately—that gave⁠‌ us some breathing‍​ room. But after⁠‍ taking care of​ those debts… it‍ looks like we’ll‌‌‌ need to tighten⁠‍ our belts.”

They⁠‌‌ followed Aiselin into‌ the backyard, where⁠ several large tents​ had been set⁠‍⁠ up. Compared to‍‍ the rest of⁠‍⁠ the property, the‍ atmosphere was relatively​​ comfortable, but it⁠⁠ still felt almost‍ destitute when compared‍​​ to a once-luxurious‍⁠​ mansion.

They‍⁠‍ entered one of​​⁠ the tents. Inside,⁠‌ there was a simple table and‍ some everyday items.⁠⁠​

Dereck‌​ looked around, wondering‍‍‍ if Aiselin lived‍​​ here, and she‌ said, puffing out​​ her chest.

“The‌‍ room is a bit smaller now,‍ right? But I don’t think a cozy space is⁠‍ such a bad‌⁠‌ thing.”

“…”‍‌⁠

“At‍⁠ times like this,​‌ it’s okay to⁠​‌ show empathy openly,​‍ Mr. Dereck.”

Aiselin‍⁠‍ hummed confidently as​ she spoke.

“After​‌‍ about fifteen days,​​​ most urgent matters‌‍​ are resolved. It’s‌ time to accept​ what needs to‌⁠ be accepted!”

“Accept?⁠ What exactly?”

“The‌‌⁠ fact that I have become a fallen noble.”

She⁠⁠‌ said it loudly​ and without hesitation.⁠ Dereck didn’t know‍‍‌ how to respond.⁠⁠

She‍‌⁠ did not hide⁠‍ her determination, despite‌⁠ his reaction.

“I⁠‌‍ still have many‍​​ immature aspects, so‌⁠⁠ I sometimes get⁠​ confused when big​‍ things happen. But‍‌ I recover fast.”‍

“Still,​ you must feel‌‌⁠ pain in your‍ heart. Isn’t it‌⁠ okay to take⁠​‌ some time to​‍​ heal?”

“As‌‍​ you can see,⁠‍‍ this is not‍ the time. And⁠ in moments like‍‍ this, you must​ look at things​​ with positivity.”

Was​‍​ there really anything‍⁠‍ positive to see​ in all this?​

While‍​ Dereck stared at​⁠‍ her with a puzzled expression, Aiselin‌⁠ rolled up her⁠ sleeves with resolve.‍

“Actually,⁠ the life I’ve‍‍⁠ lived until now‍​ was too luxurious​‌⁠ and perfect. Don’t‍​​ you think? Living⁠‍‌ in one of​ the continent’s most‌ prominent families, with​ a respected father,‍‍ a kind family,‍‍ surrounded by happiness⁠ and envy… living​‌​ in luxury isn’t⁠ normal. In a way, I’m finally‌​​ closer to what⁠​​ normal life really⁠⁠‌ is.”

“It’s‌ surprising you can‌ say that.”

“Isn’t​ it? You, Mr.​‍⁠ Dereck, came from‍⁠⁠ the slums, from‌⁠‍ the bottom with⁠‍ nothing. Compared to‌​ that, me, born​​ with everything, can’t⁠‍​ be the hero⁠ of suffering. In‌⁠ some ways, I still have a lot left.”

Aiselin​‌‍ counted off tasks​​‍ and assets on​‌‌ her fingers.

“Anyway,⁠ after selling all⁠‍ the mansion’s assets‌⁠⁠ and saying goodbye⁠ to those who⁠​ had to go…‍⁠ we won’t be​‌‍ left with nothing.​ We just have​ to tighten our​⁠ belts.”

“And⁠‌⁠ can’t we do⁠ something with taxes‍ or donations?”

“This⁠ year, I can‌‌⁠ sort out taxes​ correctly, but… I don’t think the​‍ other families will‍‍ just sit back.​⁠ They won’t leave‍ a fallen noble‍‍‌ in peace. I should get ready⁠ to cede control‌ of the rice‌⁠⁠ granaries north of‌ the Theol River⁠‍‌ or the coastal‌‌ villages.”

Many‌‍⁠ would be ready‌ to claim those‍ fertile lands under​⁠ any pretext.

A noble without authority‍​ had limits to⁠‍ the territory they‍‌ could hold.

“Even‍​​ if we resist‍‌ as much as​‍‍ possible… the territory​‌ under the Duplain⁠ duchy will be‌ reduced to less​ than half. What‍‍ remains will be‌‍ mountainous areas, exhausted​ mines, or empty‍ pastures. Considering that,⁠‌ we should be‌ ready to lose⁠‌⁠ not just half,⁠ but between 70⁠⁠ and 80 percent‌⁠ of our tax‌ revenue…”

“Still…​⁠​ it seems the‍‌⁠ family line will‌​‍ survive.”

“Yes.‌ But if we‍‍‌ want to keep⁠ the ducal title,​ the taxes due‍​‍ to the Empire‌‌⁠ are enormous. On⁠⁠​ top of that,‌ if we want​ to support family‌​​ members… I don’t‌ know if there’ll​⁠⁠ be enough food​‌ next quarter…”

Aiselin⁠⁠ looked dazed, as​‍ if about to‌‌ faint. No matter‍ how brave she​‍ was facing reality,⁠ reality remained harsh⁠⁠ and chaotic.

And⁠​​ most importantly—the central‌​ figure of the‌ Duplain family, the​‌⁠ duke—was gone.

The‌​ first heir, Valerian,​ had also died,⁠​​ and the next‍⁠ in line, Leigh,​‌ remained in a coma. In the‍ whirlwind of worldly⁠‍ affairs, people died​⁠‍ and disappeared.

But‍ those left behind‍​ had to get‌​ stronger. Now it‍ was Aiselin’s turn⁠ to show her‌ true inner strength.‌⁠‌

“Still…​‍‌ I never imagined​ we’d reach the⁠ point of not​‍ even being able​⁠‌ to eat.”

“Actually,​ I could tell​​ the servants to‌‍‍ set aside some‌ food, but… even‍‌⁠ their rations aren’t⁠​ abundant… All who⁠‌⁠ stayed are loyal‍ to the family,‌ so I’d feel⁠ awful eating well‌‌ when they don’t…”‍

“…”‌​⁠

“Could​‌ I occasionally drop‍ by for a meal?”

Just⁠ last week, Aiselin⁠⁠ had shown up⁠ unannounced at Dereck’s⁠ home, bowing to‍ ask for a loan.

At‍ that time, she⁠ still preserved some‌⁠ of her noble‍ authority and blushed​ in embarrassment—but in‍​​ under ten days,‌‌ she was confidently⁠⁠ asking for food.⁠‍‌

Reality​ truly does make⁠⁠‍ people stronger, and‍​⁠ Aiselin’s adaptability was⁠⁠ amazing.

“It’s‍ no big burden,‌ but… I can’t‌⁠ cook meals at​‌‌ home that would‍⁠ suit a duke’s‌⁠ daughter.”

“That’s​‍‌ fine. I’m not‍​​ that picky.”

Aiselin‌ smiled sheepishly.

“Also,​‌ I’ve been studying‍‌ a lot. I tried gathering wild​​ herbs on the​‌⁠ hills behind the‍‌‍ mansion and boiling‌‍‌ them… Their texture‍‍‌ is surprisingly unique‍ and not too⁠‍ bad. If you​​ chop the belladonna‌‌ flower stems and‍‌ boil them with​‍ the roots, they​​‌ taste surprisingly sweet.⁠‍ Isn’t that curious?”⁠​‍

“Wild​ plants can be‌‌‌ poisonous, so you​ have to be⁠ careful.”

“Katarina‍​⁠ tried them first‍ and confirmed they’re‍‍ safe. She seems‍⁠‍ to know something⁠‍​ about that.”

“…”⁠

It⁠⁠ was hard to​‌​ tell whether this‌⁠ girl was poor⁠​ or noble. In​ fact, every time‌‍​ Dereck saw Aiselin,‌ she seemed to‍​⁠ grow more resourceful.‍

Back​⁠ when she was‌ the cherished flower‌‍ of House Duplain,⁠ she had always‍‍⁠ radiated an untouchable,​‍ noble elegance. But‍⁠ these days, she‌ was often seen⁠​ rolling up her​⁠ sleeves, giving orders‌ to the servants,‍⁠⁠ and actively participating‍‌​ in the work.⁠⁠‍

She⁠‌‌ even oversaw the‌​ mansion’s restoration efforts​ directly, often with​ dust clinging to‌‌ the hem of​‍ her dress.

“I’ve‍‌​ also learned how⁠​​ to save water⁠‌‍ when washing clothes,⁠‍​ preserve candles at⁠‌ night, and reduce⁠⁠​ ink use when‍⁠​ writing with a quill. Living through‌‍​ economic hardship isn’t⁠ easy.”

“You⁠​ personally handle those‌​ things?”

“We‍‍ have to save‍ wherever we can.‌⁠ For now, there​ are too many​⁠ expenses in the​‍ mansion. Once we‍‌​ sell the magic⁠ books from the⁠ library and the‌‍ artwork in storage,​​‌ we might have⁠​‌ some breathing room.‌‌‍ Then we can‌⁠ clear the debris⁠ and get the‍​‍ basic necessities.”

Aiselin‍⁠ nodded proudly, humming⁠‌⁠ to herself. She‌‍‌ seemed proud to‍‍ be enduring such⁠‍‍ a difficult life.‌​

‘She’ll‍ surely become a great person.’

A person’s life rises‌​ and falls like‍⁠⁠ waves; fortune is‍⁠‌ always shifting. Falling‍ and stumbling isn’t‌ the end. If‍‌ one just despairs,‍ nothing will improve.⁠

Everyone‌ knows that truth—but​⁠​ living it is​ another matter entirely.‍

“I’ve‍ sold almost all‍ my clothes, so‍‌​ I always end⁠‌⁠ up wearing the‌⁠ same thing when‍ we meet. Normally,‍ not making an⁠‍‌ effort with one’s⁠⁠ appearance would be​‍ terrible manners, but⁠ given the circumstances…‍​ I hope you​⁠​ understand.”

“You​⁠⁠ know I don’t‌​‌ care about that⁠‌ stuff. But still,‍⁠‍ didn’t you have⁠‌‌ quite a few​ outfits?”

“Enough​‍ to attend the‍⁠ salon, at least.”‍

“Are‍​​ you planning to‌‌⁠ keep going to‍ the salon?”

“I⁠‌⁠ have to.”

Aiselin‍​⁠ was now the‍ only pillar left⁠⁠ standing in the‌ Duplain family. If​⁠​ she lost her​‍‌ status, the family‌‌​ would collapse completely.‍‌‌

That’s‍​​ why she had‌ to continue mingling‌⁠​ in the salon,⁠ find allies, and​​ maintain her position⁠‍​ no matter what.‍ The fallen noble‌​​ had been thrown⁠‍ into the heart‌⁠‌ of Ebelstein’s social⁠​ circle.

It‍‍​ wasn’t hard to‌‌ imagine how cruel‌‌‍ reality would be‍‌ for her.

Fortunately,⁠ she had always​‍ been kind and‌‌‍ avoided making enemies.‌​

It‍⁠ was a relief‌⁠ that she carried⁠‌​ no heavy karma.​‌

“In‍ any case, since‌‍‍ I came to‌‌‌ House Duplain today,​⁠ let me know⁠‌ if there’s anything‌‍ I can help‍ with. House Beltus​ also said they’d⁠ lend a hand⁠‍⁠ if needed.”

“Oh,⁠‌ no. Everything’s mostly​‍​ in order, and‍‌ the servants have‌ divided up the​ tasks. You’ve helped‌⁠​ enough already, Mr.‌⁠​ Dereck. I can’t‍ ask you to‍ do physical labor⁠⁠ too.”

Aiselin⁠⁠ sat on the​‌ worn-out bed. The‌ tent was decorated‍‌⁠ as luxuriously as⁠‌ possible, but it‍⁠ was still a tent.

Compared‍​‌ to a private,‍⁠​ opulent room, it‍ was a humble‌‍ scene.

Dereck​​‌ silently watched Aiselin‌ sitting there.

After⁠⁠​ all, the reason‍​⁠ he had come‍‌‍ that day was⁠ because she had‍‍ called him aside.⁠‌‍ He thought there‍​‌ might be something​ more he could​⁠ help with, so‍‌‌ he had come‍‍⁠ prepared.

But⁠ Aiselin said there​⁠ was no need,​‍ and that confused‍‍ him.

“I‌‌⁠ didn’t call you‍ here to ask​ for help… I just wanted to‌ tell you how​​‌ things are going⁠​ with the mansion.‍ I’m okay. Even‌ if things are​⁠‍ hard, I can‍ endure them. I just wanted to⁠‌ tell you that.”‌

“To‍‌⁠ me?”

“Yes.‌ During the disaster‍‌ and recovery at‍‌ the mansion, you​​‍ helped in many‍ ways, Mr. Dereck.⁠ So… I thought‍‌‍ I should at​‍ least show that‍ much courtesy.”

Aiselin​⁠⁠ wore a vacant‍ expression but eventually​ managed a weak​ smile.

“As‌ you can see,‌ the mansion is​​ in terrible shape.⁠ Compared to others⁠ you’ve seen, it’s⁠‌ nothing—it just makes‍ one feel miserable.”‌​

“…”​‌

“Still,‍ it’s the mansion⁠ I’ve lived in‌ since I was‍‌ a child. I must repay the⁠ servants who trusted‍‌ me and stayed⁠ by my side.‌​‍ Even if it’s‌⁠‍ in ruins, even​ if it can’t⁠ be called beautiful—not‌ even as flattery…”‌​⁠

Aiselin‌‍ rested her hands‍⁠⁠ on her knees‌ briefly, fidgeting with⁠ her fingers. Then⁠‍ she spoke with⁠‌ a faint smile‍ and a warm​​‌ voice.

“I⁠‍‍ just wanted you​ to know, Dereck.‍​ I wanted to⁠ tell you that‍ I’m okay.”

Dereck‌ continued watching her‌⁠ in silence.

He‌‍ wasn’t the type⁠​‍ to hide his⁠​ feelings with slyness​ or speak in​‍‌ circles.

But‍​​ that didn’t mean​​ he always told‌ the truth. He‍⁠ thought for a moment, then pulled‍​⁠ a wooden chair‌ from a corner‍​ of the tent‍ and sat across​ from her.

He‌‍‌ stared at her⁠‍⁠ for a while‍‌ before speaking calmly.⁠‌

“I‍ know you’re not‍‌⁠ okay.”

At​ those words, Aiselin’s‍ eyebrows twitched. She‌ tried to smile‍ and ask what‍⁠​ he meant, but​ upon seeing Dereck’s​ expression, her smile​ turned bitter.

“In‌‍ a situation where​ it’s normal to⁠⁠ not be okay,‌​⁠ it’s okay to‍ say you’re not.⁠ I might not​​ be able to‌‍ help much, but‍⁠ if you need‍⁠‌ anything, reach out.‌ I don’t usually⁠ work for free,‍⁠ but I’m not‍‍‌ good at haggling‌⁠ either.”

“…”​⁠

“So,‍‌‍ you should rest⁠ while you can.‍⁠ I’ll be going.”‌⁠​

With‌‍ that, Dereck bowed​ politely and left⁠‌ the tent.

He‌​ could’ve offered long​‌ words of comfort,​​ but his direct,‌ present-focused tone was⁠ so typically his.‌​

Even‌ in that firm‌ voice, there was‍⁠ undoubtedly comfort for​‍​ Aiselin. She felt‍‌ a strange sense‍‌‍ of steadiness from‍ Dereck’s demeanor.

She‌‍⁠ looked toward the​‌ Duplain mansion, feeling‍ the warm midday‍‍‌ breeze. It still‍ looked terrible.

The​ half-destroyed building was​ covered in places⁠​ with tents.

It‌​ looked like it⁠​ would take a lot of money​‍‌ and time to‌ fully restore.

But​‌‍ if they did‌ it step by​ step, they’d make‌ it one day.⁠‌

***‌⁠‍

Aiselin​ lay down alone‌‍ in the tent.‌‌​

She‍⁠​ had spent the‌ whole day checking‍‌​ on the mansion’s‌⁠ condition, handling family​‌ affairs, preparing to‌⁠ return to the⁠ salon, and catching​‌ up with Dereck.‍

Even​ after he left,‍ she kept replaying‌ their conversation in​ her mind.

“…”⁠‍‍

Although⁠ most of it⁠ had been necessary,⁠​ she didn’t truly‍⁠⁠ need to tell‍‌ Dereck everything in‍ such detail.

He‌ had helped a lot with various​​ things, but ultimately,‍ he was an‌⁠ outsider to the​‍ family. She could‌​‌ repay what he‌ lent or gave‌ later, through effort.‍⁠‌

Still,‍​ why did she‍ feel the need‌‌ to tell him‌‍⁠ all that and‍​ ask him to​​⁠ come?

Even‌⁠ though it was‍‌ her own decision,⁠ Aiselin questioned herself.⁠‌

‘Did​ I misjudge things‌⁠​ for a moment?’⁠

They⁠ say the more‍⁠‌ exhausting and difficult‌​ life gets, the​‍⁠ more you instinctively‍​ seek someone to‌​⁠ lean on. Seeking‍‍ emotional support is⁠ natural when you’re⁠‌ carrying so much.​‌

‘I⁠ must be really‍​‍ exhausted.’

Aiselin‌ closed her eyes‍​ and allowed herself​‍ a rare moment⁠‍​ of rest. And‍⁠ even then, what‍ came to mind‍‍⁠ was that boy‌‌ who had cleaned‍‌‌ her blood under​‌‌ the rain at‌ the Duplain mansion.‍

Even‍ when everyone else⁠⁠ trembled in fear,‌ he had remained‍ calm until the​‍‍ end. His very⁠​ presence brought reassurance.⁠‌⁠

If⁠‌⁠ he could stay​⁠​ composed in the‍⁠‌ midst of such‍‌ a catastrophe, surely​ he would always‍​‌ make the right⁠⁠ decisions—whether in major‌ crises or minor​⁠ troubles.

Realizing‌‌ that, her view⁠ of Dereck inevitably‌⁠ shifted a little.⁠

Every‌​‍ time she closed⁠‌ her eyes, the‍⁠ image of that‌ boy in the⁠‌ rain returned. Even‌‌⁠ when she had‍ no reason to‌​​ think about him,‍⁠​ she often wondered‍ what he would’ve⁠​ done in her​​ place.

She​​‍ must be very⁠ tired. With that‌‌ thought, she was⁠‍​ about to drift‍‍‌ off to sleep.‍

Swoosh—​‍

The‍​ sound of the⁠⁠‌ tent flap opening‍‍ was followed by​‌‌ a familiar voice.‌⁠‍

“Aiselin,⁠ sister. I just‍‍⁠ got back from⁠‌ Ebelstein. The Ront​ family sent some​⁠​ people, and I was wondering if​‍ we should include​ them in the​ mansion restoration… Huh?‍⁠​ Aiselin, sister?”

“Huh…?⁠‌‍ Diella?”

Diella‌ entered the tent,‌⁠​ brushing dust off‍ her ruffled dress,‍‌ stammering with cold‌⁠ sweat beading on‍⁠⁠ her forehead.

“Why⁠⁠ do you look⁠ like that? Do⁠ you have a fever?”

“Me…‌⁠ me? Fever?”

“You’ve‌ been overworking yourself​ lately. I won’t‌⁠⁠ talk about the‍ mansion restoration today.‌‌⁠ Just get some‍⁠ rest.”

Looking⁠​‌ puzzled, Diella left‍ the tent. Aiselin‌‌ quickly sat up‌‌‍ and looked in‍‌‌ the mirror in‍ the corner.

A girl with a bright red face—even⁠ her ears—stared back​‍ with a confused‌​‌ expression.

***‌

‘Dereck’s‌⁠‍ contract is about‍ to expire… Can​ I keep him?’‍‌

That​ night, as always,‍⁠⁠ Denise sat silently​​ at her desk,‌⁠‍ writing, when the‍‌‌ thought crossed her‍‍ mind.

The‍‌ reason Grand Duke‌‍ Beltus had clung‍‍ so tightly to‍‍ Dereck was because​⁠ many women from​ the three great⁠‍‍ houses desired him.​‌

However,‍ with House Duplain⁠⁠⁠ faltering and House⁠‌ Belmierd also loosening‌ their grip, House‌‌ Beltus’s need to⁠‌ retain Dereck was⁠ steadily weakening.

Dereck’s⁠⁠ value had skyrocketed.‍ Unless he was‌‌⁠ absolutely essential, it​ wasn’t certain House​‍ Beltus would want​⁠ to keep him.‌

Many‌⁠⁠ would react strongly‍⁠ if Dereck’s affiliation‍ changed. Wanting to‌​ avoid such a situation, Denise had‌ to begin thinking‌‍‍ ahead.

Just⁠‍‍ then—

Creak.​

“Lady‍ Denise.”

“Eek…!”⁠

“I-I‍​ was writing. Should​ I come back​‍‌ later?”

“N-no,‌​ it’s fine. What‍ is it?”

“A​ letter arrived. It‌‍​ was scheduled to​‌‍ be reported tomorrow‌‍‌ morning, but… it’s​ unusual.”

Denise​​⁠ quickly stowed her⁠‍‌ pen in the‍⁠ drawer, composed herself,‍‌⁠ and asked,

“Unusual?”⁠⁠‌

“It‍​‌ was sent directly‍‌‌ by the royal‍‍‌ family. Officially addressed‌ to House Beltus,‌​ but… the intended‍ recipient is rather‍​‍ peculiar.”

“Who’s‌ the recipient?”

“It’s⁠​ addressed to Mr.⁠ Dereck.”

“…”‍

A foreboding feeling swept​‌ over Denise.

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