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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 68: The Most Noble and Impoverished (4)

Chapter 68: The Most Noble and Impoverished (4)

“Lord‍ Melverot of the‌‌‌ North is known​‍​ to all mages,‍ but his family​ relationships aren’t as⁠⁠⁠ well-known, right?”

Denise,‌ crossing the Elfontaine​ Salon in the​ noble district of‍​ Ebelstein, spoke casually‍⁠ to Dereck, who⁠ followed at a respectful distance.

“Lord​ Melverot… isn’t he‌ the only combat-type⁠​‍ mage among the⁠ known 6-star mages?”​‌​

“Yes.⁠ He’s famous for⁠⁠​ many things. Head​ of the Count​ Logost family, wielder​ of the 5-star⁠ magical wand ‘Dawn,’‌‌​ nephew of the​ great mage Robenkheim,⁠‍ conqueror of the‍⁠ North, the sword​⁠‍ of the royal‌⁠ family… he holds‌ many titles.”

Currently,​​⁠ only four 6-star‍⁠ mages are alive⁠‍‍ across the continent.⁠​⁠

Lord​‌ Melverot, the conqueror‍​​ of the North;​‌ Chief Magical Advisor⁠‍ Kohella from the⁠ central royal family;‍‍ Pine, from a minor baron’s family⁠⁠⁠ in the southeastern‌‌ farmlands; and Drest⁠‌ Wolfte, a commoner⁠ from the southwest.‌ Only four in‍​‌ such a vast‌​ continent—making them nearly⁠‌⁠ untouchable figures.

Among‌ them, the most⁠ famous is Lord⁠⁠​ Melverot, hailed as⁠‍ the hero of‌⁠⁠ heroes for slaying​‍‌ countless monsters and‍‌​ leading the Dawn​‍‌ War to victory.⁠‍

Despite‌ the North’s harsh​‌ cultural environment, he⁠‌ loved art, cultivated​‍ refinement, and held‍‌‍ warrior pride—making him⁠ a true great‌ man of this​⁠‌ era.

It’s‍⁠ said that anyone​‍ walking the path⁠​​ of magic dreams‍ of meeting him⁠‍‍ at least once⁠⁠ in life… So‌ when she heard‍ the royal family‌​‍ had requested a direct meeting with‌⁠ Dereck, Denise couldn’t⁠‌ help but be⁠‌ surprised.

“You​⁠‌ know the North‌ well, Dereck. It’s​ the closest region‍‌ to the monster‍⁠​ front lines—bloodshed and​⁠ death are everyday‍⁠ occurrences. To rule‌‌​ there like a king and be​​ recognized as a war hero? That’s‌‍ no ordinary feat.”⁠

“Well,‌ true. But why‌‌​ are his family‍‍ relations so unknown?”​⁠

“What‍‍ other reason? Because​ there’s no one‌‌‌ worth publicly mentioning.⁠‍⁠ Except for the⁠​ Countess and his‍​⁠ sons, his only‍‌ daughter—Lady Siern—is completely‌‌ unmanageable.”

Dereck’s⁠​⁠ contract was ending‍ soon. Denise could⁠​‌ already see that‌‍ the Beltus family‌‌⁠ wouldn’t try to‌​‌ keep him.

Denise‍‍‌ wanted to keep​‌ Dereck around a bit longer, but‌ if Lord Melverot​‌ extended his hand,‍⁠‍ she knew there​⁠‌ would be nothing⁠‍‌ she could do.​‍

So⁠‍ she felt the⁠​‌ need to warn⁠ him now.

“You‌ wouldn’t know as‌⁠⁠ a commoner, but⁠‍ any noble lady​ who’s ever attended⁠ an event in​‌ the North knows.‍ She’s not just‍‍ difficult. It might⁠‌ sound crude, but…​ she’s insane. A lunatic. There’s no‍‍ other way to‍ put it.”

“…”​‌

“Why‌​⁠ do you think⁠​​ Lord Melverot—the continent’s​ most renowned magic⁠⁠​ master—wants to see‍ you personally? He’s​‍ looking for someone‌​‍ to handle his‍​​ daughter.”

The​ Elfontaine Salon corridor‌​​ was full of‍ noble ladies returning⁠ to their rooms‌‍ after the gathering.​​‍

Denise‍ continued speaking to⁠ Dereck, weaving through⁠⁠ the crowd while‌ smiling graciously at⁠ acquaintances.

“If​ possible, you should‍​ consider how to​⁠​ refuse Lord Melverot’s⁠‍ offer. I strongly‍‌ advise against becoming‌‍​ Lady Siern’s tutor.”‌‍​

“Is⁠‍ it that bad?⁠‌​ Is she arrogant?‍ Or oppressive? I’ve‌‍‌ dealt with a lot of that‍ already.”

“If​ that were all,‌⁠ do you think‍​ I’d be this⁠‌ concerned, Dereck?”

Dereck​‌‍ had already taught‌⁠ Diella and even​‍‍ had garbage thrown‍‌‍ at him.

He⁠‌ was mentally strong,⁠ capable of enduring​ his duties without‍⁠‌ flinching—even under insult.​

“There’s​⁠ no proof, but⁠⁠ the rumors are​ rampant. That she⁠​ tortures and kills‍‍​ servants, bathes in‌‍‍ blood, pulls out‌‌ villagers’ fingernails with‌ a euphoric smile…”⁠

“…”​​

“Told‌‌ you—she’s a lunatic.​⁠​ Unstable. Dereck, I know building your‍ reputation as a magical instructor is⁠ important, but it’s‌⁠ not worth getting⁠ involved with someone​ that mentally unstable.”⁠⁠

“And‌⁠​ how does she​‍ maintain her status‍⁠ doing things like​ that? Even with​‍‌ noble privilege, if‍‌‍ she tortures or⁠‍ kills without cause,⁠⁠​ the Empire wouldn’t‍‌ overlook it.”

“That’s‌⁠‌ why I said‍​ they’re rumors. She​‌⁠ must have ways‌ to cover it​⁠ up. She’s already‌​​ infamous in the​‌⁠ North as the​‍​ ‘Bloodstained Lady.’ Isn’t‌ that nickname terrifying‌⁠⁠ enough?”

It’s​​ not fair to⁠⁠​ judge someone solely​‍‍ by rumors. But​‍​ where there’s smoke,​‍​ there’s often fire.‌⁠

A noble lady with‍ experience can have‌ intuition about people’s‌ true nature. Those‌‍⁠ who’ve seen Lady‍​ Siern, Lord Melverot’s‍​​ only daughter, agree​⁠ there’s madness behind‍ her beauty.

It‌‍ may sound cruel,​⁠​ but she’s completely​⁠​ unbalanced.

It⁠‍ would be tragic​ if Dereck got‍ involved—falsely accused, tortured,‌​ or even killed.‌ That’s why Denise⁠⁠ was so serious.⁠

“The⁠​‍ North is remote,‍⁠ constantly battling demon⁠ tribes. Casualties are​​ common. In a savage place like‍ that, hiding deaths‌​‌ isn’t difficult.”

“…”⁠​‍

“So,​ Dereck. Don’t take‍​ unnecessary risks.”

Denise⁠​ spoke with a grave expression. She‍‍⁠ was genuinely worried.​⁠⁠

Feeling‌‌ her concern, Dereck‍‍​ didn’t argue. But⁠ he couldn’t help⁠​⁠ wondering what kind​ of offer Lord​ Melverot would make‌​ to recruit someone.​‍‌

That⁠‍‌ was his honest‌‌ thought.

Of⁠‌ course, he didn’t‍ say it aloud.‍‌​ But suddenly, Denise⁠ stopped, put her⁠​ hands on her‌‌‍ hips, and stared‍‍ at him. Frowning,​‌‍ lips tight, she​ spoke bluntly.

“You’re‌‍ seriously considering Lord‌‍‌ Melverot’s offer.”

“You’re​‌⁠ very perceptive in⁠ moments like this.”⁠‌

“Not​‍ for the first‍‌ time. Huff… By⁠‌ the way, did‍ you help out‌‌ with the Duplain⁠ situation?”

“They⁠ said not much​ was needed. They​ already received enough‍‌‌ support.”

“Lady‌ Aiselin said that?”​

“Yes.‌ The mansion didn’t‌‌‍ seem very comfortable,‌⁠ but they appeared‍⁠ to be holding‌​ on.”

“Hmm…‌ I see…”

Denise‍⁠‍ ran a hand⁠⁠​ through her silver‌‍​ hair and glanced‍⁠‌ around. No one‌ was nearby. They’d‌‌ reached a corner⁠‌ of the Elfontaine⁠‍ Salon. Most had‌​​ already left.

She‍⁠ touched her chin‌‍ and leaned toward‌‍⁠ Dereck with a tense look.

“D-Dereck…⁠‍‌ this is personal​ advice… If you‍‌ can, you’d better‍​ keep some distance​‍⁠ from Lady Aiselin…”​‍​

“What?”‍

“Don’t‌‍ ask why. Just⁠‍ trust me. It’s​ for your own‌ good…”

Seeing​⁠‌ Dereck watching her​⁠ silently, Denise coughed⁠ a few times⁠⁠ and stepped back.‍​‌

Noble​⁠ ladies are expected​‌ to be perfect,⁠‍‌ elegant, and beautiful​​ in every way—but​‌​ their weakest spot‌‍ is often love.‌

Even​‌ someone like Denise‌⁠⁠ wasn’t immune. It‍​ wasn’t unusual for​‌ a noble lady‌⁠ like Aiselin, raised‌⁠‍ like a greenhouse‌​‌ flower, to not⁠‍ recognize her own⁠ feelings.

Denise,​ who considered herself⁠‍ an expert after‍‌ reading countless romance⁠​‍ novels, knew well⁠ that someone like​ Aiselin couldn’t clearly‍​⁠ distinguish goodwill from‌‌‌ affection. In a way, that was​⁠ a blessing.

Even​ if her family‍⁠​ had fallen, a noble was still‌‍‍ a noble. A plebeian from the⁠ slums getting involved⁠‌ with a noble​⁠‌ lady would only‌‍‌ bring ruin to⁠‍ both.

So‍ it was better‌ to stop it​ early. And if‍‍ someone like Denise⁠⁠⁠ noticed it, it⁠⁠​ meant action was​⁠‍ urgent.

“There’s⁠‍ nothing to gain​ from getting close⁠‍ to a fallen‌‍ noble, right?”

“I‍‌ don’t judge people​​‍ by that. Isn’t‌‌​ Lady Aiselin a good person?”

“Ugh…​⁠​ If you say⁠ it like that,​‍‍ I have no‌‌ rebuttal… Anyway, I don’t give advice​​⁠ for no reason.”‍‌⁠

“I’ll‌ keep it in‍‍⁠ mind.”

“Anyone⁠​ can tell that⁠⁠‍ everything goes in‍ one ear and​ out the other‌ with you…”

Denise‌‍​ scratched her head,​ looking troubled. Living⁠​ carefree was fine,⁠ but since Dereck‌⁠‌ arrived, the dynamics‍⁠ at the Rose​‌‍ Salon had begun⁠‌ to shift.

“I‍ need to head⁠​‌ to the cultural⁠ center to meet⁠⁠‌ with the imperial​ delegation. Sorry I can’t escort you‍‍ further.”

“No,‌‍ it’s fine. I didn’t hire you​ as my personal‌‌ secretary… A royal​​‌ letter is much‌‍ more prestigious and‌ important. See you‌​ later at the‌​ mansion.”

Denise‌​ sighed and boarded‌‌ the carriage.

Being⁠ too perceptive and‍ intuitive makes life‌⁠ more stressful. People‍‍​ need to be‌⁠⁠ a bit more‌ careless sometimes.

She‍ understood that clearly⁠‍ today.

***‍‌⁠

Dereck​ crossed the opposite​​⁠ hallway, trying to⁠⁠ leave the Elfontine‍ Salon.

Since⁠ the Rose Salon‍‍ meeting had ended‌⁠ some time ago,​ there was hardly​ anyone around except‌‌‌ for the servants​ tending the corridor.‍​‍

Being‍ surrounded by all‍⁠‌ kinds of noble​‌‍ ladies wasn’t exactly‍ pleasant.

Lately,⁠‌ quite a few‍‍ people had been‌‌⁠ watching Dereck with‌​ interest.

Probably‌​ because they knew​ his contract with⁠ the Beltus family‍ was about to​⁠ end.

In⁠ a world where⁠​ having a good‍​ magic tutor could​⁠‍ make the head‍‍ of a family‍‌ appear in person,⁠​ it was inevitable‍​ that Dereck would‍ attract attention just‍⁠ before becoming available.⁠​‍

Still,‍ everyone was busy⁠⁠ with their own​‍ matters. It was‌​ unlikely anyone would⁠‌​ stick around long⁠​⁠ after the meeting.⁠​ That’s why Dereck‍ walked through the‌​ hallway with a calmer mind.

Swish.‍‍

Dereck‍‍ had developed keen‌​ senses. After spending⁠‍⁠ so much time⁠⁠ in labyrinths and⁠​​ living as a mercenary, one had​⁠​ to sharpen their​⁠ senses to avoid⁠‍ life-threatening situations.

“…?”⁠⁠​

He⁠ had felt someone‌‌ following him for​‍⁠ a while, which⁠‍‍ made him turn‍ around several times​​⁠ as he walked.‌ Then, he saw‌ the hem of‍‌‍ a dress disappear​​ behind a corner​ of the hallway.‍‌ Judging by the⁠ navy blue skirt,⁠ it was undoubtedly‍ Aiselin.

‘…What‌ is this?’

In‌​⁠ short, Aiselin was⁠⁠​ following him.

If​ she had something‍ to say, she​⁠ could speak to‍ him directly. Although‍ there was a status barrier between‍​ them, Aiselin and​⁠ Dereck had known‍‍ each other for‍⁠​ a long time⁠ and maintained a certain degree of⁠​‍ communication.

Even‌​‍ so, there had​‌‍ to be a reason why she​⁠​ was trying to⁠ confirm his whereabouts⁠​‍ without speaking to​​ him.

Understanding​⁠ Aiselin’s situation to​ some extent, Dereck⁠‍‍ decided to pretend​⁠ he hadn’t noticed​​‍ anything and keep⁠​​ walking. After all,⁠‍ he was supposed⁠‌ to meet someone​ from the royal‌⁠‍ family and discuss​ matters related to‍‌​ Lord Melverot. He​⁠ would also be​‍‌ receiving recognition for​‍⁠ his merits during​ the Duplain disaster.‌

As‍⁠ he kept walking,‍ he still sensed⁠ Lady Aiselin following​ him, hiding here‌​ and there.

“…”‍

Finally,‍​ Dereck rubbed his‌‌ chin and quickly​ turned, approaching her‌ fast.

“…!”⁠

By​ closing the distance​⁠​ so suddenly, Aiselin‍‍ flinched and almost​ fell. She quickly⁠‌ grabbed onto the⁠ display case at‌‍ the corner of‌‌​ the hallway to‌ keep her balance,⁠‍ her pupils spinning‌ as she swallowed⁠​‍ hard.

“Lady​ Aiselin. Do you‍‍⁠ have something to‌⁠⁠ say to me?”⁠‌

“D-Dereck.​‍ Did you know​​ I was following⁠‌⁠ you?”

“I‍ just noticed.”

To‍‍‍ avoid embarrassing her,‍‍‌ Dereck mixed a bit of truth‍‌⁠ with a lie.⁠⁠

“I‍ see. Actually, I wanted to ask⁠ you something about​‍⁠ the geography of⁠⁠ the commercial district.⁠‌ I was thinking‍ about how to⁠​ approach you.”

“…You‍​‍ can just call‍​ me. Why worry‌‍​ so much about⁠‌​ that?”

“Well,​ it’s just… you’re⁠​ busy, right? I heard you were⁠ summoned by the‍ royal family and‍⁠ you have personal‍‍​ matters too… So‍‌⁠ I was trying‌ to think of​​​ how to ask‌‌ without bothering you⁠ too much…”

Aiselin’s‍‌ speech was oddly‍​ disjointed. Dereck immediately⁠​ realized she felt​ uneasy around him.‍‍

“You⁠ don’t need to​ worry so much‍ about me. Even⁠⁠ if my status⁠​⁠ has dropped a little, aren’t you‌‌⁠ the eldest daughter​ of the Duplain⁠ duchy? It’s absurd⁠‌‌ for a noble​ lady to act​‌ so cautious around​​‌ a mercenary from​‍⁠ the slums.”

“Still,‍‌‍ I must maintain‌​‍ basic courtesy. And⁠⁠‍ I have to​ prepare… clear my‍‌‌ throat… practice what‍ to say… plan​ how to handle‌⁠⁠ unexpected turns in⁠⁠ the conversation…”

Seeing​ her fidgeting and‌ touching the tips‍ of her fingers⁠⁠ for no apparent​‌‍ reason, her noble⁠​ and elegant demeanor⁠ seemed to vanish.⁠⁠

The‌‍ image nobles in​‍ Ebelstein had of⁠ Aiselin was that⁠​​ of a flower⁠⁠‍ blooming on a cliff. Seeing her⁠‍‌ unable to maintain⁠‍‌ eye contact and‍​‌ stammering incoherently would⁠​ make anyone question‌​​ if it was‍ really her.

Dereck‍​​ felt the same.‍​ Seeing someone who‌‍ reigned as the‍‌‌ most noble lady⁠‍⁠ of the Rose⁠‍⁠ Salon acting like​ this was completely‍​ unusual.

Seeing​‍ her act that‌‌‌ way, Dereck organized​​ his thoughts.

Ah…!‍⁠ Lady Aiselin must​‌ be completely in​ love with me,‌ so embarrassed she‍⁠ can’t act as​ usual — no,⁠​​ he didn’t think⁠‍ something that narcissistic.‍‌

In​‌​ fact, it was​​‌ natural.

Having​⁠‍ grown up as⁠ the flower of‍⁠‌ an aristocratic family,⁠ she must have​ seen many handsome‌‍ and well-mannered men.‌

Her​‌ relative Valerian was​ an attractive man‌⁠ who stole the​ hearts of maidens,‍⁠ and Leigh was⁠ a dependable man⁠‍‍ even in other‍​‍ men’s eyes.

To​‌ think that a noble lady with‌ such high standards‌​ would fall in⁠⁠ love with a mercenary who grew‍‌‌ up eating scraps‌ from the trash‍‍‌ would be too‌⁠ far-fetched.

As‌‌⁠ a realistic man,‍‍​ Dereck thought something‌‌‍ like that was‍‌​ unlikely, so he‍ had to consider‍​ other possibilities while⁠​ watching the shy​ and nervous Aiselin.‍

The‍​ only difference between‍ the always-elegant Aiselin‌ and the current‌⁠‍ Aiselin was the⁠⁠ change in her​⁠ family’s status.

The⁠‌ unstable situation of‍⁠ her household had​ seriously affected her​ once noble and‍⁠‌ proud self-esteem.

Although⁠ she showed a lively and brave​‌‌ temperament, it might‌​ no longer be​ easy for her⁠‍​ to project that‍⁠‍ elegance. It’s hard‍‍⁠ to maintain dignity​⁠ amidst constant rumors⁠⁠ and slander.

That’s​‌​ why, even when‍ speaking to a mere mercenary, she​‍ couldn’t help but‌ appear nervous. One‌ couldn’t help but‌⁠ feel compassion for‍⁠‍ her. Dereck thought​​ Aiselin was an‌​ honest and upright‍ person.

“Lady‌ Aiselin.”

There‍⁠⁠ was nothing Dereck​‍‍ could do for‍‌ her, except to⁠⁠ convey his thoughts‍‌ with conviction.

Dereck​ approached and placed‌⁠ his hands on‍⁠ her shoulders. It⁠ was a bold‍ move considering their⁠ status difference, but‍​ no one was⁠​ watching and he‍ knew Aiselin would​ understand.

Looking‍‌‌ her in the‌‍​ eyes, Dereck spoke​​ in a confident‍ tone.

“You‍‌ don’t have to‌‍‌ let your self-esteem‌​ be affected. The⁠‌‌ backing of the⁠ Duplain family was‍ a great strength⁠​ for you, but​​ you’re still a valuable person even⁠⁠ without it, right?”⁠‍‌

“U-uh…⁠ De-Dereck… you’re… too​ close…”

Aiselin‍​ tried to say‌‌​ something in a voice as weak​​ as a mosquito’s,⁠ but she couldn’t‌⁠​ push him away,‌⁠ overwhelmed by Dereck’s​‍ presence. Taking advantage‌ of the moment,​ Dereck raised his‌ voice slightly and⁠​‌ spoke firmly.

“Lady‍⁠ Aiselin, you are​​⁠ beautiful and valuable‌ even without your⁠ family’s support. Please⁠ never forget that.”​​

“Huh…⁠‍ huh…”

Aiselin’s​ entire body trembled,‍‌ her ears completely​‌​ red.

With‍ the hair on‌ her forearms standing‌‍⁠ on end, she‍ could only curl⁠‍ her toes, unable​‌⁠ to say a word.

“Don’t​ you know what‌‍ people say? Lady⁠‌⁠ Aiselin is like‍​​ a noble lily.⁠ So don’t lose‍‌​ heart. I’ll always⁠ support you.”

“A-a‌‌‌ lily… a lily…⁠ a… lily…”

“Was⁠‍‌ I too bold?”⁠‍​

Dereck​ immediately lowered his⁠‌⁠ hands and apologized‍‌​ politely. After all,‍⁠‍ touching a noble⁠ lady’s body without‍⁠ permission was disrespectful.⁠

“I‍⁠​ offer my sincere‍ apologies. As you‍ know, I’ve been⁠​ summoned by the‌‍​ royal family, so‌ I must move‍⁠‍ quickly. If your⁠⁠ matter takes time,‍⁠ I’ll make room‌⁠ to visit you‍⁠⁠ later. Have a good afternoon.”

Dereck‌⁠​ bowed and quickly​ walked down the‌⁠ hallway. Aiselin stood⁠​‌ there, her cheeks⁠ flushed, not even​⁠ noticing the messy⁠ strands of hair​ sticking out. She⁠ was completely stunned.​

Unable‍⁠ to regain her​‍‌ composure after the‍​​ sudden shock… she‍⁠​ held her cheeks​​ for a long⁠ time, trembling.

And‍‍‌ in the end,​ she simply let‍​ out a small‌​‍ hiccup… and a giggle.

***‍‍⁠

The‌‍ first thing Dereck‌ saw upon arriving‌ at the reception​⁠ room of the‍‌​ cultural center was⁠‌‌ the royal family’s‌⁠​ magical advisor, Roen.​‌​

“So‌ you’re Dereck. I’ve​‍ heard about you.”‌‌

Emperor⁠‍⁠ Gatrell had nine‌‍‍ magical advisors under​⁠​ his command, each‍⁠‌ in charge of⁠⁠‍ different magical fields‌​‍ and research methods,​​​ all under the​‍ chief advisor Kohella.​

The‍ research group included​ two combat mages,‍ three transformation mages,‌​ two illusionists, one​​ summoner, and one‌‍ explorer. They often​⁠ conducted magical experiments‍​ in the emperor’s​​⁠ name… many of‌⁠ which yielded results​⁠‍ and even discovered‍​​ new talents, granting⁠ them great influence⁠ within the royal⁠​ family.

Roen⁠‍ was a third-class⁠⁠ combat mage. Although‌​ his level was‍⁠⁠ low for a royal magical advisor,⁠‍ he maintained his​⁠‍ position thanks to⁠⁠‍ his academic zeal,‌ diligence, keen eye,‍‌‍ and achievements.

He⁠‌ appeared relatively young,‌ but was actually⁠‌ a man over⁠⁠‌ forty. With much​ experience, he immediately​‍​ recognized Dereck as‌ someone extraordinary.

“Your‍ fists are full​‌‍ of calluses, and‌‌‌ your forearms have​​⁠ fine muscles. I thought a high-level​ mage would be⁠‍‌ more academic, but⁠‌‌ it seems your​ life has been​⁠‍ quite turbulent.”

“No,‌‌ I’m just a mercenary who rolled‌ through the streets.”​

“Modest.⁠⁠​ Modesty is the​⁠​ favorite tool of‍‌ beasts to hide​‌ their fangs.”

The‍ middle-aged mage, with⁠‍ thick leather gloves‌‌⁠ on both arms,​​ chuckled and sank​⁠‍ into a large⁠⁠ sofa in the‍​ corner of the​‌‌ reception room.

“A‌ distinguished guest will​ arrive soon. It’s⁠​ an honor to​​⁠ see him even‌ once in a lifetime. Be careful⁠‌ not to disrespect‌‌⁠ him.”

“…Will⁠ Lord Melverot come​‍ in person?”

“You⁠‍​ catch on quickly.‍ It’s a secret​ visit, so don’t‌‌ make a fuss…‌​ Well, before that,​⁠ I have some‌‍⁠ instructions from the‌​⁠ royal family, so‌​‌ let’s take care⁠ of that first.”‌‌⁠

Roen⁠ smiled slightly, resting⁠‌ his chin on‌​⁠ his hand.

“What‍⁠ do you prefer,⁠⁠​ a wand or‌‌​ a staff?”

Dereck,⁠ a mercenary skilled‍ at controlling his⁠‌ emotions… still couldn’t‌‍​ help his eyes‌ from widening in​‌‌ surprise.

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