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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 67: The Most Noble and Impoverished (3)

Chapter 67: The Most Noble and Impoverished (3)

Since‍‌ Aiselin had been‌​‍ a prominent figure‍​ in aristocratic circles,‌‍‍ she had witnessed‍ the rise and‌‌⁠ fall of many‍⁠ noble families.

Some​‍‌ had plotted rebellions,‍‌‌ broken the unwritten‍ rules among nobles,‍ or exploited their‌⁠ servants beyond the‍‍‌ limit, driving them​⁠ to death… In‌ such cases, they​​‍ accumulated too many⁠‍ wrongdoings and ultimately⁠‍ faced justice.

Others​ simply failed to⁠‍⁠ adapt to changing‍ times or were‌ cornered to extremes​‍ in managing their‌​ territories, which led‍‌ to a natural​ decline.

As‌ their fortunes crumbled,‍‌ Aiselin had seen​⁠ many fallen noblewomen‌ end up in​​ miserable circumstances. From‍‌​ her observations, those⁠ who managed to​ survive and retain‍ some influence shared​​​ certain traits.

First,⁠​⁠ they were resolute.​‍⁠ Second, they didn’t​⁠ succumb easily to‍‍‍ despair. Third, they​​ had practical skills.‌‍

Aiselin‍‍‍ already possessed some⁠ of these values⁠ and attitudes. What⁠ she lacked were‍ practical skills—that is,​‌‌ the ability to‌‌⁠ manage day-to-day life.​

The‍ number of servants​‍​ had drastically decreased,‌ and there were‌​​ barely any external​ personnel like squires⁠‌‌ or knights remaining,‌ so she had​​ to handle many‌ tasks on her‌​‌ own.

Since‌ the mansion was‍ half-destroyed, most of⁠ the remaining workforce⁠ was focused on​ restoration work, meaning​​‍ she often had‍​ to take care‌​ of personal hygiene⁠ and meals by‌‍‍ herself.

In⁠ short, she had⁠​ to cook, sew,​ clean the surroundings,‍ and do the‍​ shopping on her⁠ own… she had​ to take charge⁠‍ of all the​‍‍ tasks needed to⁠‍ move forward.

While‍ she rolled up​‌ her sleeves and‌⁠ personally took care‍‍ of each task,​⁠⁠ she sometimes wondered‌‍ if this was‌ really okay… but‌‌ such thoughts merely‍⁠‍ passed through her​‌​ mind.

“This‌‍‌ is… kind of‌ fun…”

“What?”‌‍⁠

It⁠⁠ had been about‌⁠‍ a month since‌⁠​ the mansion was⁠​ destroyed.

Within​⁠‌ the still-drafty ruins​ of the building,⁠‌‌ Diella, who was‍​​ eating roasted turkey⁠‍ with some seasoning,‌‍ looked at her‌‌​ with a strange​​‍ expression.

“Aiselin…‍ sister?”

“Oh,​⁠⁠ no… It’s just⁠‍​ that… with everything​‌ so difficult and⁠‍ so many people⁠ suffering, maybe I shouldn’t be thinking​‌ this way, but…”⁠​‌

At‍‍ that time, Leigh‍‍ and Miriela were‍ still unconscious.

The‍ servants lived in⁠‍ constant worry over​​ the mansion’s future,​ and the condition‍ of the two⁠⁠⁠ noblewomen was a source of ongoing‌‌ concern. In that‍ gloomy atmosphere, Aiselin​⁠ fidgeted with her‌ hands, uncomfortable at‍ having said something‍‌⁠ inappropriate, and quickly‍​‌ lowered her gaze.⁠​⁠

“I⁠‍​ had never cooked‍​ for myself before.​‌ Or sewn… I’d⁠‌​ never even just⁠‌ stared up at​‌ the evening sky​‍ because I had⁠⁠ free time… I had never done‍ any of those⁠‌ things alone…”

“R-really?​ I thought you⁠ were pretty capable,⁠‍⁠ Aiselin.”

“Sure,‌‌ I learned a lot under the⁠ pretense of a lady’s education, but​​‍ those weren’t practical‍‍ skills. I know​ how to embroider‍ a beautiful peacock,​​‍ but I don’t⁠​ know how to‌ patch a torn‍‌ skirt. I know‌‌⁠ how to make​ refined desserts, but…‌​‍ I never learned‍⁠⁠ how to roast​⁠‍ tough meat to⁠ make it tender.”‌⁠

“Well,⁠‌​ maybe so, but…”‍‌

“Diella,‌ don’t misunderstand… This‌⁠‍ might sound weird…”​‌

Aiselin⁠​ continued speaking as‍⁠⁠ she sliced the‌​⁠ low-quality turkey.

Despite‌​ the simplicity of‍ the dish, her‌ movements still carried⁠ elegance, creating a striking contrast.

“Going​ to the noisy⁠‍ market to haggle‌⁠⁠ over ingredients, scrubbing‍ dusty windows until​‍⁠ they shine, washing‍​ rugs until they’re⁠‍‌ spotless… I think​​⁠ I enjoy those​​ things… When I see all the‌⁠ dirt come off⁠ completely, I feel‌⁠​ a strange satisfaction,‍ a kind of‌‌ euphoria… Is that‍​ weird?”

‘Maybe​ I’ve lost my⁠‌ mind,’ she thought​‌⁠ silently.

In‍ truth, a person’s‌​‍ temperament can reveal‌​‍ itself in unexpected‍⁠⁠ ways.

Just⁠‌‍ as Diella, a wild prodigy mage,⁠‍‌ had been born‌ into the Duplain​ family known for​‌ their disciplined approach‍‌​ to magic, there‌ were many cases‍‍ where the environment‌⁠ one was born​​⁠ into didn’t match‍⁠ their true nature.⁠​​

Aiselin‌ had been the‍ most noble lady⁠ in Ebelstein’s social‍ circle. Everyone saw​‍ her as the‍ purest flower blooming⁠⁠ in the finest‍‍ garden.

She‍⁠‌ herself had believed⁠‍‌ for a long⁠‌ time that this​⁠‌ was her role.‍‌ But as circumstances⁠‍‍ changed, she discovered​⁠ parts of herself‌⁠ she never imagined​‌​ existed.

“Today’s⁠⁠ turkey isn’t the⁠​ best quality, but⁠⁠ I used spices‍‌⁠ from the Alderete​ region, so it‌⁠⁠ turned out better‌ than expected, right?​⁠⁠ I marinated it‍ this morning, and⁠⁠‍ it seems to⁠‌⁠ have absorbed the‌ seasoning well. Next‌​‌ time I’ll try‍​ to get more​‍⁠ pepper. I bet‍​ the servants would⁠ like it too.”‍

“Hmm…‍‍​ No matter how‍‌‍ much I wash⁠​‍ the sheets, the‌⁠ old stains won’t​​‍ come out… Soaking‍‌ them for a long time doesn’t‍ seem to help…‍​ When Katarina returns⁠‍‌ from Ebelstein with‌​ supplies, I’ll ask‍⁠ her about it…”‍⁠‌

“I‌ found some brooms​ in the basement,‌​ and they’re surprisingly‌​ good, you know?​ The bristles are‍⁠ soft yet firm—not⁠​ a speck of‍ dust escapes. They’re​‌ top quality. Why​​ would they have‌⁠⁠ left something so‍⁠‌ good down there?‌⁠‌ I’d love to​⁠ know which workshop​‍ made them…”

Unknowingly,⁠‌ Aiselin was always‍ seen with her‌⁠​ sleeves rolled up‍​ when not in⁠ public.

One​ day she was⁠​‌ helping the maids​‌ carry old sheets⁠‌ in the mansion’s​ restoration. Another day‍​ she was up‌ in the mountains‌ testing whether certain‍ plants were edible.⁠​‌

She‍‌‌ even tried going​⁠​ to the construction‌​ site with a shovel, but a maid stopped her,‌‌‌ thinking that was​​ going too far.‍ Helping with chores‍⁠‌ was one thing,‌​ but a noble‍‌​ lady doing manual‌​⁠ labor was considered​⁠​ crossing the line.‍‍​

That’s‌‍‌ when Diella realized⁠‌​ something. There was‍ a side of​ her sister that‍ even she hadn’t‌‍ known. Aiselin had⁠ been born to​​‌ be a homemaker.​

Nearly⁠ two months had‍ passed since the⁠ mansion’s destruction.

“Aiselin!⁠​ What are you⁠​ doing!?”

“Diella!⁠​‌ You better not‌⁠ come too close!​‍ One, two!”

Diella​‍ had just returned⁠ from Ebelstein, where⁠ she’d gone to​⁠ gather information on‌ the local situation‌ in preparation for‍‍​ returning to the‌ Rose Salon.

Behind‍‍ the still-restoring mansion,‍​ the furrows Aiselin‍ had dug in‍ the field were‌ perfectly aligned. She‌ was no longer‍‌ wearing a dress,‌‌⁠ but a light‍​⁠ skirt and blouse,​ wiping sweat from​‍‌ her neck with‍ a cloth.

Her⁠‍ face, though makeup-free,‍⁠‌ was still beautiful.⁠‌‌ But with her​ hair tightly tied⁠ and soaked in‍⁠⁠ sweat, she looked​‌‌ like a true​‌ laborer.

When‌‍‌ Aiselin set down​⁠⁠ the heavy wooden‌ bucket, it was‍‍ filled with reddish-brown⁠​⁠ soil. A foul‍​ smell filled the‌‌‍ air, and Diella​‍ took a step‍⁠​ back.

“W-what⁠​ is that?”

“Fertilizer.​‍ Mixing the mansion’s‍‌ manure with fallen‍‍​ leaves and sawdust‌⁠​ from the construction‍ work makes a pretty good compost.”‌​​

“You’re…​‍ thinking of farming?”‌

“I​​ think we need⁠ some degree of​ self-sufficiency, so I prepared a field.​​ What do you​‌ think? The servants‍ opposed it at​ first, so it​ took some time…‌‌ but not bad,⁠‌ right?”

Standing‍ in front of​ the fertilizer pile,​⁠‍ Aiselin had a very serious expression,‌ evaluating how to‍⁠ distribute it.

“For​⁠​ crops… I think​ it’s better to​‌ buy grain and‍ plant vegetables for‍ cooking. The servants⁠‌‍ will have to‍⁠‌ take care of​⁠​ it when I’m​ not here, so​‍​ I hope it’s‍⁠ not too much‌ work… It’d be⁠ ideal if it‌‌‍ were pest-resistant…”

“Where‌⁠⁠ did you learn​‍⁠ all this?”

“I⁠⁠ studied the mansion’s​ books. And when⁠⁠ I did territory​⁠ inspections, I more⁠⁠ or less observed‌ what the farmers‌‌⁠ were doing… Let’s‍​ see, we should‍​​ plant turnips, radishes,⁠‌​ onions, and cabbages…”‍​

At‍ this point, the‍‌ servants no longer​ tried to stop⁠ her.

When‍‍ Diella looked at‍⁠​ the servants busy​ with restoration work,⁠⁠‍ they all lowered​⁠⁠ their heads in⁠​ embarrassment.

“And⁠ tomatoes too… We⁠‍ can use them​​‍ in salads… What⁠‍ else could we⁠​ plant…?”

Aiselin’s⁠‌‍ eyes sparkled. There‌⁠ was no doubt‌ that she was​ truly enjoying herself.⁠‌

People‍⁠ always say the​ extraordinary have something‍‍ eccentric about them…‍ but no one​‌‍ expected her eccentricity‍‍ would take this⁠‌‌ path.

Diella​‌ was so stunned‌​​ she couldn’t even‍⁠ close her mouth.‌​‍

***‌⁠

The​‌‌ fall of the​ Duplain family became⁠ one of the​‌ main talking points⁠ within the Rose⁠ Salon. It was‌​ inevitable.

The​‍ strongest pillar among‌⁠‌ the three—Duplain, Belmierd,⁠ and Beltus—had crumbled.​

This⁠‍‌ didn’t just mean​ the weakening of‌ the Salon’s influence;‍​ it also created​‍‌ new opportunity.

The‍ Belmierd and Beltus‌ families couldn’t absorb​​ Ebelstein’s entire power‍ structure on their​‌⁠ own. Inevitably, gaps​ would appear in⁠⁠‍ the void left⁠​‌ by Duplain.

Some⁠‍ saw this great​ upheaval as a chance for social‍ ascent; others viewed‌​⁠ it as a signal to protect⁠​⁠ the status they’d‌⁠ already gained.

Amid‌‌ the tense atmosphere⁠‍ of the Rose‌‍​ Salon, rumors began‌⁠⁠ circulating that the​ young Duplain women​​ would attend the⁠ gatherings again.

“Oh‍​⁠ my… I’ve heard‍‌ the fallen Miss‌ Duplain—the one who‍​‌ dared to cross⁠⁠⁠ a line—wants to‍‍ return to the‌⁠​ Rose Salon.”

“Life​ is fleeting. Miss⁠⁠‌ Aiselin was beautiful,⁠ noble, and kind…‍​ Who would’ve imagined‌⁠⁠ she’d fall like⁠‌ this?”

“If‍⁠ she really hit‌​⁠ rock bottom, she’d‌‌⁠ better stay away‍‌ from the salon.​⁠ But if she’s‌‍‌ got nowhere else⁠‍‍ to go, maybe​‍⁠ she’s seeking refuge⁠ with us. Pitiful,​​ in a way.”‌

“At‌⁠‌ least Miss Aiselin​⁠‌ inspires pity. But​‍‍ Miss Diella got​ what she deserved.⁠ She thought herself​ superior and treated‍‌‌ Miss Denise poorly.​ So this is⁠‍‍ her comeuppance.”

There⁠‍⁠ are always those‌⁠‌ who take a small pleasure in​‍⁠ another’s misfortune.

As​‌ Ellen walked along​ the salon corridor,‌‌ she spotted some‌ ladies whispering gossip‌​‍ and approached them‍⁠ with purpose.

“Lady‍ Rovent… weren’t you‍‌‌ practically one of‍‍​ Miss Aiselin’s supporters?⁠​⁠ How quickly you​‌‍ turned your back.”​

“W-what?‍ Ugh… L-Lady Ellen…”⁠​‌

“No‌‍ matter how much‌ you flit about⁠ like a bat,‌‍ do you think‌‍‌ many people say‌‍​ good things about⁠​ you, Lady Rovent?‍‌​ You should take‍⁠ a look in⁠ the mirror.”

Rovent‌ stared impassively. Ellen,⁠ barely acknowledging her,​ turned on her‌‍ heel and entered⁠⁠‍ the Salon. She​​⁠ was exhausted after​‍⁠ pulling an all-nighter‌‌​ preparing for today’s‌ lecture on magical​‌‌ philosophy.

It‌‍‌ was expected that‌​‍ the Duplains would‌​ be defamed. Once⁠⁠‍ someone is in‍ the mud, they’re‌‍ the first target⁠‌‍ of gossip.

Though​​‌ she despised such‍​ social cruelty, Ellen‌‌ was on edge‌⁠ that day and⁠‌ perhaps spoke out​ more than was‌​‌ wise. Best to‌⁠⁠ avoid making enemies,‌‍‌ yet she’d done‍ exactly that.

She⁠‍ sighed downcastly as‍‍​ she stepped into​⁠‌ the lecture hall.⁠⁠‍

“Oh,​‍ Lady Ellen! So​‌ long—it’s wonderful to⁠ see you again.”‌

‘…?’​⁠⁠

Aiselin‍​​ looked much healthier,​​ her expression far‌⁠ more vibrant.

At⁠​ first, Ellen thought⁠ it was an‍‌ act, but after​ exchanging a few‌⁠ words, she realized‍‌‌ it wasn’t. Aiselin‍⁠ was not one​‌‌ to hide her‍ emotions.

“I’m​ so glad to⁠ be back in⁠ Ebelstein after all⁠ this time. I’ve‌⁠ been so busy‌⁠ lately that just‍‌ enjoying the countryside‍⁠​ ride in the‌ carriage felt lovely.”⁠‌

“I’m‌ glad to see‍‍​ you well, Lady​‍ Aiselin.”

“Well,​ aside from being⁠ alive, I feel‌‌‍ like a corpse!‍ I have to‌ stay standing.”

Though‌⁠ she wore a pretty dress, it⁠​⁠ was unadorned and‍ understated. Few accessories,‌ no fresh flowers⁠ in her hair.‍

Yet​ she looked at⁠‌ Ellen with bright‍ eyes and said:⁠

“Thank‍⁠⁠ you so much⁠ for not blaming‌ us for the‌ great disaster at‍‌​ the Duplain mansion.‌⁠‍ Because of your‍‌​ intervention, many important​​ families also didn’t⁠ blame Belmierd. Most​‍ still make demands,‌‌‌ but the burden⁠⁠​ has been greatly‌​ reduced.”

“Don’t‌‌ worry. I just⁠ did what I thought was right.”​⁠

“Still,⁠⁠ the Duplain family‌‍‍ owes you deeply.‍‌⁠ I’ll never forget‌‍​ this debt.”

“It’s​ not necessary. You‌​‌ must have a lot on your​ mind these days,‌ so if you‍‌⁠ need help, please‌ tell me. I’ll‌‌ do what I can.”

“…So,​​​ may I make⁠​⁠ a bold request?”‌

“…Eh?”‌

It‍ was a courteous​​‍ lead-in—but Aiselin seized⁠‌ the moment like‍ a spirit. She​‌ sounded more determined‍​​ than ever.

“I‌⁠ don’t have much‌⁠⁠ funds available right‌​ now, so I’m​‍ selling the mansion’s‌‌ artworks and magical⁠⁠‌ items at bargain‍ prices. But as​‍‍ you know, many‌ are highly valuable‍⁠ and not selling⁠​‌ quickly. It’s a big problem.”

“Ah,‍‍ yes?”

“So‌​ I’m doing direct‍ sales myself. It⁠​ could be great⁠ for you, Lady‍‌‍ Ellen. You won’t​​​ find these renowned⁠​​ pieces or magical⁠​‌ items at these​⁠ prices elsewhere. I spent all night⁠‍⁠ compiling a catalog—would‌‌ you like to⁠ see it?”

Ellen⁠‌ stepped back, overwhelmed​‌ by Aiselin’s energy.‌​

The⁠ old Aiselin radiated⁠‍​ untouchable nobility. Now​‍​ she exuded a ghostly determination.

“The​‍‍ Odelton grimoire is​‌‌ only 300 gold‌ coins. The Drest​​​ Academy would faint⁠ in outrage. Also,⁠‌ I have a collection of sculptures‍‍‍ by the Northern​‍‍ master Theon for‍‍‌ just 100 coins.⁠ If you buy​‌⁠ the whole collection,‌⁠‍ I’ll give a 30% discount. Will‍​‌ you let an‌ opportunity like this‌ pass?”

“…”‍‍‍

“And⁠‌​ look here, and‍ here too… There‍‍‌ are staffs I had reserved for‍ myself, and magical‌‍‌ items that once⁠⁠⁠ belonged to former‍⁠​ high-ranking officials. The‍‍ prices are insane,⁠⁠⁠ right? Missing this⁠‌ opportunity would be‍​ madness. A lot‌‍ of people are​‍ interested in these⁠ items… If you​ don’t buy them‍ now, you’ll definitely​‌ be thinking about‍ them tonight when​ you’re at home.”⁠​⁠

“…Hoo.”‍⁠‌

It‍ wasn’t empty talk—there‍​ really were fine​ items. They were⁠⁠‍ Duplain property, after‌ all, so quality‍‍⁠ was expected.

Ellen​‍ almost gave in,‌ poring over the‍ catalog, until she​‌‌ shook her head.‌‌⁠

“Ah…‌‍ Is it really⁠ all right to⁠ sell these items?”‍​‍

“And​‌‍ is now the‍⁠‍ time to be​ picky? Better than‍​ letting the servants‌ starve. Art won’t‌‍‌ fill stomachs, will‍ it?”

“…”‌‍

Ellen,​‌ recalling Aiselin’s former​‌ elegance and dignified‍⁠‍ discussions, was thrown‌ off balance.

“Look⁠‌ at this too—this​ portrait by Count‌​​ Antras is under‌⁠ 100 coins. I know deep discounts‌ offend the artist’s​⁠ intent, but given‌ our situation, we⁠‌​ have no choice.”​‍​

“And‍‌⁠ have you been‍‌ selling these things​​ to other ladies⁠​ as well?”

“Of‍‌ course. Sales are‌ going well. When‌⁠‌ Lady Denise arrives,​⁠⁠ I plan to‌⁠‍ show her the⁠​‌ catalog too. If⁠⁠‌ you don’t claim⁠⁠ something now, someone‌‍⁠ else will.”

Aiselin‍‌ squeezed her hands‌‌ with intensity.

“This​​ could be the⁠ best chance to‌ sell!”

“Please‌ calm down, Lady‍​‍ Aiselin. You can’t‌‌ conduct business from⁠⁠ the Elfontaine Salon,‌​ can you?”

“That’s⁠‌ why I scoped‌‌ it out from‍⁠ the hallway. They⁠⁠‌ don’t prohibit ‘artistic‍‌ exchanges’ between ladies.‌‍⁠ This qualifies as​ one.”

“Well…⁠​ if you say​‍‍ so…”

Creak.⁠‍

Someone‌ entered. Aiselin straightened⁠ her dress and⁠⁠​ looked up—more like‍⁠ a salesperson spotting​​⁠ a customer than​ someone greeting a friend.

“Oh,​‍ Lady Denise! Long​‌ time no see!”​⁠

She‌ rushed forward, catalog‍ in hand.

Denise​‌​ appeared, well-dressed but‌​ weary. Aiselin froze‍⁠⁠ at the sight‍⁠‍ of the man‌‌ accompanying her, face‍​​ flushing as she⁠ hurriedly gathered her‌​‍ wares from the​⁠ table.

“Miss‌​‌ Aiselin. You look​ healthy.”

“Yes.‌ Lady Denise, as⁠​ always, you look‍​‌ gorgeous! Could you​​ spare me a moment? I have‍⁠⁠ a catalog and⁠⁠‍ the prices are​ quite reasonable, so…”⁠‍⁠

Just‍‌⁠ like with Ellen,‌ she was determined‍ to speak enthusiastically​​⁠ and boost her‌ sales with Denise.​​​

But​‌ just as she‌⁠‌ was about to⁠ begin her sales​‍​ pitch in earnest,‌ she saw the‌​⁠ man who had‌‌⁠ accompanied Denise… and⁠ was left speechless.​⁠⁠ As if she‍‌ had seen something‍ she shouldn’t have,⁠ her face turned‌ red and she‌⁠ hurried to put‍ away all the‌ items she had⁠‍‍ laid out on​ the table.

“Miss⁠⁠​ Aiselin. You look‍​ well.”

“Dereck!?‌‌‌ What are you‍‍‍ doing at the‌‌‌ Elfontaine Salon…?”

“This⁠⁠ afternoon, the royal‍⁠ magical advisor wanted⁠​⁠ to see me,‍ so I’m accompanying‌ Miss Denise while‌⁠ we’re in the‍‌⁠ noble district.”

“R-really?”‌

Ellen​ felt a flutter‍⁠ of discomfort at​ Aiselin’s reaction.

Typically⁠‍‌ composed, Aiselin was‌‍ suddenly nervous before‍ Dereck—eyes downcast, shifting‌ uncomfortably.

Like‌‌‌ a wild animal⁠‍​ in front of‍‌ its natural predator,⁠‌ she looked down‌ and turned restlessly​‌ at Dereck.

“What​ are those documents?”⁠‌

“Oh…⁠ these… Are some​‌ items I wanted‍‍‍ to show Miss‍‍‍ Denise…”

“Its⁠ nothing terribly important.​​​ I was just‌​ surprised to see⁠ Dereck here, so‌ I mentioned it.”‌‌​

“Huh?⁠⁠ It’s not odd‍‍​ to bring a servant or someone‍ from home to​⁠‍ the Elfontaine Salon,‌‌ right?”

“Lady‍‍ Denise is correct,⁠⁠ but… I was⁠ curious. How have​ you been, Derek?”​​⁠

“Fine.‍ As always.”

“R-really…?”​​‌

Aiselin‍ trailed off. Normally​⁠‍ able to slip​⁠ around such moments,​ but this time,‌‌⁠ she couldn’t.

In⁠​ truth, Aiselin had​⁠ been feeling drawn⁠‍⁠ to Derek for⁠‌ some time.

From​‌‌ the day he‌​‌ visited mercenary guilds‌‌ to find a mentor for Diella,​‌​ to coming to⁠ the Duplain mansion,‍ teaching other young‍ ladies, even trying​‌‍ to receive training‌‌ directly—she had hoped⁠ he would become​⁠‌ her mentor.

Now,​​ with her family’s​​‍ fallen status and‌​ Derek’s inflated value,‌ that wish was⁠ impossible. She had‍‌ to let it‍‍ go.

But‌‌⁠ her feelings for⁠‍ Derek only deepened.​ Every time their‌‍ eyes met, memories‍‍​ of him tending⁠​‍ her blood in​​⁠ the rain at​⁠⁠ the Duplain mansion⁠​​ returned.

Her‌⁠ cheeks heated, and⁠‌⁠ she could barely‍​‌ look him in‍ the eye.

“D-Dereck…!”​​‍

“Yes?”‍‌

When⁠​ Aiselin suddenly said​‍ his name, Dereck⁠‍‍ responded naturally.

“You’re‍ incredible!”

“What…?”‍‌

“I‌ mean… that the​ royal magical advisor​‍⁠ sought you out‌‌ personally means the⁠ royal family wants​⁠ to reward you‍‌ for what you‍ did at the‌​ Duplain mansion, right?‍ You could receive‌ valuable magical items—or‍ with luck, even​ a magical weapon…!”‍

“That⁠⁠‌ I’d be recognized‌ for my deeds⁠‍ is an honor,‌​‍ but… from what‍⁠ I heard, it​⁠​ might not just⁠ be about celebration.‍‌ They say Sir​‍⁠ Melverot from the‍ North is searching​‍ for me…”

“R-really?⁠⁠ If it’s Sir‍⁠ Melverot, it must​ be important…”

“…?”​​

Startled‍​⁠ by her own‌‌ words, Aiselin covered‌ her mouth, whispering⁠‍ an apology under​⁠‍ her breath.

She‍‌ rarely slipped this​ way in speech,⁠​⁠ so Denise and⁠ Ellen narrowed their​‍‌ eyes.

“…”⁠‍

“…?”‌

A strange silence followed,⁠⁠ heavy and uncomfortable.‍ Aiselin still covered​⁠ her mouth, eyes⁠ flickering.

Ellen‌ looked confused, while⁠‌ Denise—a writer of‍‌ romantic novels—understood immediately‌‌‌ what her reaction‌‌ meant.

In⁠‌ no time, Denise’s‌​ face stiffened, and​‍​ she began to​‍ break out in​⁠ a cold sweat.​‌​

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