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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 69: The Most Noble and Impoverished (5)

Chapter 69: The Most Noble and Impoverished (5)

“4-star‌‍ magical weapons…? This‍ implies a lot.‍ It couldn’t have​​⁠ been an easy‍ decision to place⁠ such items in​ the hands of‍ a commoner.”

There​ were two weapons‌ Roen placed on​ the table.

One​‍ was the 4-star‍ wand called “Reversal,”​ and the other⁠​‍ was the 4-star‍ staff called “Footprints.”​‍

Magical⁠‍ weapons are usually‌‍​ crafted by high-ranking‌‌⁠ transformation mages who‌‍​ invest significant time.‌​ Each weapon has‌ a unique name‍​‍ because they are​ not ordinary items.⁠‍​

Most​ magical weapons possess⁠‍​ special effects due⁠‌‍ to the influence⁠ of transformation magic,⁠ and these two⁠‍ items likely had​‌‍ their own unique​ powers as well.⁠​

Dereck⁠‍ rested his chin⁠⁠‍ on his hand‌ and observed the⁠⁠​ objects alternately for​ a moment.

Roen,​⁠ sitting across from‌ him with his​‌⁠ legs crossed, offered​‌ a faint smile‍ and said nothing.‍‌ He seemed eager‍⁠ to see which​​ of the two⁠⁠ objects Dereck would‍‍⁠ choose.

“Choose‌⁠ one without receiving​ any prior information?”​​

A 4-star weapon was‌ worth as much​‍ as several mansions.‍‍ Making such a decision based purely‌ on intuition was‍​ rather tough.

Dereck‍​‌ sensed he was‌‌ being tested and​‍‌ contemplated the weapons​⁠⁠ for a few‌‌‌ seconds.

“May​⁠​ I touch them?”​‍

“Of​​ course.”

Dereck⁠‍‍ lifted the wand‌​ adorned with a large gem and⁠‍​ ornamental feather decorations,​‌ and tested its‍⁠⁠ reaction to his​‌‌ mana.

It​⁠ was undeniably a high-quality item, and⁠ he could feel​‍‍ how smoothly it‌‍ accepted magic.

“Its‌ name is ‘Reversal.’‍⁠ It seems to‌ have the power⁠ to reverse magic.”‍

Just​‍ by touching it‍​​ once, Dereck roughly‌‍ deduced the wand’s‍‍‍ ability.

“Does⁠‌‍ it have the⁠‌ power to erase‌⁠‌ the effects of​‌⁠ used magic and⁠‍⁠ return it to​ its original state?‍⁠ It would be⁠⁠ very useful for‍⁠ summoners or transformation​⁠ mages.”

It⁠‌‌ seemed it could‍‍‍ be used to‌ summon a large⁠​ creature and then‌ revert it to⁠ recover mana, or‍​‍ to erase various‍‍ constructions created through​​​ transformation magic and‍‍⁠ recharge energy.

After⁠ giving it some‌⁠ thought, Dereck picked⁠ up the staff.​‌⁠

After‌⁠ briefly holding the​⁠ large staff made‌ of ancient wood,‍‍ he spoke without‍‌ even looking back‌​ at the wand.‌‍⁠

“I’ll⁠‍​ take this one.”⁠​⁠

“Oh.‌‍‍ Any reason?”

“It​⁠‍ just feels better.”‍‌​

“Instinct…?‌⁠ It’s good to​ act on intuition,​​ but you don’t​ seem like someone​‌‍ that impulsive.”

Roen,‌‌⁠ intrigued, adjusted his​​‍ posture and asked⁠‍​ Dereck.

“Sure,‌‍ there wouldn’t be‍ any defects in‌‍ items granted by‍ the imperial family,​​ but… what if‍​‍ there’s a quality⁠‍ difference between the​‍​ two?”

“As⁠ you said, they⁠‍ shouldn’t have defects.​ However, this staff‍ seems more practical.”‌‌

Roen’s‍​ gaze narrowed. Dereck,⁠‌ still seated, lifted‍ the staff and⁠⁠​ said:

“First‍ of all, it’s​ light. Of course,​‌⁠ the wand is⁠ much smaller and​ lighter, but considering‍​ the amount of⁠‌⁠ mana it can​‌‌ handle, its efficiency‍​ doesn’t seem as⁠​‌ good.”

“Efficiency​ in terms of​‍ weight and performance?‌ Do you usually‌‍⁠ consider that when​⁠‌ evaluating magical weapons?”​

“It’s​‍ an important factor.⁠ And if we⁠ consider the name⁠‍ of the staff,‌ ‘Footprints,’ and the‌‍‍ sensation that something​ gets caught near‍‌ this gem when‍ accepting magic… it’s‍ highly likely this⁠ is a magical‌‍⁠ weapon that leaves​⁠​ an echo.”

Dereck⁠ set the staff​​ back on the⁠‍​ table with a serious expression.

“Magical‌ echo is a difficult trait to⁠‍‌ manage, but extremely⁠​‍ practical. Above all,​‍‍ it’s useful in‍ duels and one-versus-many‌ combat. It can‌ be used for‍‌ surprise attacks or‍‌‍ simply to increase‌⁠ offensive power.”

“Oh.⁠‍ You know about‍ magical echo?”

“I’ve⁠‌‌ heard it’s a phenomenon that appears⁠‍ in magical weapons⁠ of 4-star grade⁠​ or higher. It’s⁠‌​ the ability to‌​‍ replicate the same‍ magic again in‌‌ the same place⁠‌‍ with a time‍‍ delay, without consuming‍‌ mana.”

“You‍‌‍ have quite a broad knowledge of‌ magic.”

“Barely⁠ surface-level, compared to‌ academics.”

Magical‍‌ echo was a skill often found‍ in high-end magical⁠ weapons.

It⁠‌ allowed the remnants​‍ of previously cast‍‍ magic to be‌ concentrated and replicated‍ in the same⁠ spot.

Two⁠‌‌ fireballs launched seconds​ apart… or an⁠ earth wall that‍ rose repeatedly… depending⁠ on its use,‍‍ it was a skill that greatly​‍ aided battlefield control.⁠⁠

Dereck‍ preferred a power‌​ that allowed him‍‌⁠ to actively dominate‌‌ the battlefield, rather⁠​‌ than a passive⁠‌‍ ability that merely‌ used mana efficiently.​

That‌‍ tendency was clearly⁠⁠ reflected in his⁠⁠ choice of weapon.‍ Roen smiled and​ said, resting his‌ chin on his‍ hand:

“Academics⁠​ only see magic​ as a science.⁠ But I believe‍​‍ a true mage‍ should be able‌​‍ to use his⁠⁠‌ power in all⁠‌‌ fields.”

“I​​​ agree. But I believe magic develops⁠ more when academic‍ and practical fields​ are combined.”

“Yes.‍⁠ And there aren’t⁠‌​ many talents who‍‍⁠ manage to integrate‌​​ both. Most mages⁠ prefer to recover⁠‌ energy instinctively through​ magic rather than​​‍ learning to use‌ the complex echo​⁠ effect. Under the⁠ excuse of versatility,‍ many neglect practicality​​​ and efficiency.”

With‌‌ a relieved expression,⁠​ Roen took the‍‌​ wand and tucked⁠⁠ it into his‍⁠ robe.

“I‍ won’t go into‌​ detail about that​​ weapon’s value. But…‌ isn’t it a bit cumbersome to‍‍ carry such a large staff? Did‍⁠​ you choose it⁠‌ based on practicality?”‌⁠

“There⁠ are various ways​​ to solve the​‌⁠ portability issue. I’ll​‍⁠ keep it in‌ mind. Thank you‌ for your concern.”‍⁠​

“I‍​​ suppose you plan‌‌ to adjust the​ weight with transformation‍ magic or disguise⁠ its appearance with⁠‌ illusion magic.”

“…”⁠⁠

“Do‌‍ you handle several⁠⁠‌ types of magic?​ Do you also⁠‍​ know some exploration‍​‌ magic?”

“I⁠ was trained by⁠‌ Drest Wolftail, a mage from the‌‍⁠ Drest Academy in‌⁠⁠ the southwest.”

“Oh…​‍‍ that old man?⁠ He takes on‍‌‌ disciples?”

Roen​ looked at Dereck‌ with curiosity. It⁠ was amusing to‍ see Roen, who‌⁠ was only a 3-star mage, call‌​​ a great mage‌ like Drest “old​‌‍ man.”

However,​‍‍ Roen, as if⁠‌​ it didn’t bother‍ him, chuckled and‌ said:

“For‌ an old guy‍ who wanders the​​‌ world like he’s⁠‍ detached from everything,‌ he’s done quite​‌ a few crazy‍ things. But yes,‍ there’s no doubt​⁠ about his talent.”​

Roen‍ was smiling contentedly‌‍‌ at that moment.‍​‌

Knock,⁠⁠ knock, knock.

Someone​ knocked on the​‌ reception room door.‌⁠ It seemed Sir‌ Melverot of the⁠​​ north, who was‌‍​ scheduled to visit‍ that day, had​​‌ arrived.

Dereck‍ quickly composed himself​‍‍ and stood just⁠ as the door‍⁠ opened.

Creak.​‍⁠

However,⁠‍​ the one who‍​ entered through the⁠⁠​ door was the‍⁠ imperial magical advisor,​ Roen.

The‌ man, who appeared⁠​ youthful despite his⁠‍ age, opened his‍​‍ eyes wide upon​ seeing the scene‍‌⁠ inside the room.⁠‌

There​‌ were two Roens​‌‌ in the room.‍⁠⁠

“…No,⁠‌‍ this is…?”

Before‍⁠⁠ he could react,​‌⁠ an immense magical‍ energy began swirling‍⁠‍ around the Roen​⁠ who had been‍​ sitting across from‍ Dereck with crossed​‌‌ legs.

In⁠ an instant, the‍‍ magical energy filled​⁠ the entire reception‌​ room, and soon,‍‍⁠ a silver-haired man​ with an arrogant⁠​ face and crossed‍‌ legs revealed his⁠ true identity.

It‌ was 4-star level​ confusion magic: “Perfect​ Mimicry.”

A high-level spell that‌​ allowed one to⁠⁠ completely replicate the‍‌ form of someone⁠​ familiar and act‍⁠ as them. It‍​⁠ wasn’t a simple​ illusion—it was a perfect imitation that⁠​​ couldn’t be matched⁠⁠⁠ by ghosts or⁠‌ mirages.

The‍‍​ silver-haired man, with‍⁠ long hair draped​‍ over his shoulders,⁠⁠ smiled and spoke.​

“Roen.‍‌ You’re late. Don’t‌⁠ you know old‍‍ men like me‍ resort to boring​‌ pranks when we‌ have nothing to‍‍⁠ do?”

“S-Sorry.‍ I was delayed‍⁠‌ gathering the materials‍ you requested.”

“It‌ doesn’t matter. Thanks​ to you, I had the chance‌​ to test this​‍‌ boy.”

As‍ Dereck alternated his‌‌‌ gaze between the⁠‌⁠ two, Roen quickly​⁠ entered the reception‍⁠‌ room and bowed.‌‍

“I​​ committed a great‌ discourtesy, Sir Melverot.”​​

When​​‌ Roen greeted him,​ the man called‌ Lord Melverot waved‍ his hand as‌ if to say⁠​⁠ it was nothing.‍⁠‍

Though‌ he claimed to​⁠ be an old‍ man, his appearance‌​ was that of‌‌⁠ a fairly young​‍‌ man.

***‍

“As‌ you might have⁠ guessed, the reason​ I personally brought‌​ the imperial message⁠⁠‌ here… is because‍ I wanted to‍⁠ see you in‍ person.”

“…It’s​⁠⁠ a great honor.”‍‌‍

“They​ say you’re the⁠ most renowned magic‍⁠‌ instructor in the​ southwest of the‌ continent. Duplain, Beltus,​‌ and Belmierd are⁠ desperate to hire‍‌ you… Now that​​‍ I’ve spoken with‍‍ you, I understand‍ why. You’re different‌‌‍ from those so-called‍‌‍ magic masters who⁠‍ only play with​‌‌ books.”

Lord​‌ Melverot, the greatest⁠​‍ mage of the‍⁠ northern continent, had‍ spent his entire⁠⁠ life on the‌⁠ battlefield.

He⁠⁠‌ deeply despised armchair⁠ academics who saw⁠​‌ teaching merely as​‍‍ the transmission of‌⁠ knowledge.

In‍‍ fact, this silver-haired​‌ man always wore⁠‍‌ shining silver armor,​⁠ and from his‌ boots to his⁠ bracers, everything was‌ perfectly maintained.

He​​ was always ready‌ to jump into‍‍⁠ battle at any​ moment. From his​​​ perspective, Dereck, who‍ had also lived‌⁠ very close to​‌ combat as a mercenary, seemed like‍ a truly valuable​ talent.

If‍‌‍ it were about‍‌ teaching swordsmanship or‌ instilling courage, many‌‌ warriors could do‌ that. But to​⁠​ train a truly​⁠‌ practical mage… that‍ was another story.‌​​

However,⁠​​ it was rare​⁠ to find someone‌⁠⁠ who possessed the​⁠ kind of strength​​​ Lord Melverot valued​​‌ while also teaching​ the ancient art‍​ of magic.

“Have‌ you heard much⁠​​ about my daughter,‌​ Siern?”

“I’ve⁠ heard she’s a strong and worthy⁠ person.”

“That’s​ nothing but a façade. Surely you’ve​ also heard rumors​ that she’s a lunatic who kills‌ people without reason.”‍

“…”⁠

It⁠ was a difficult‌⁠ question to answer.‍‍ Dereck’s silence drew​ a disappointed chuckle​⁠ from Sir Melverot.⁠​

“If‍​ those rumors were‌ true, would you‌​​ refuse my proposal?”‌​

“One​‍ thing is clear—I‌​ have no right‌‍ to refuse.”

“That⁠⁠ may be true.⁠‍ But I’m not‌ a foolish ruler​‌‌ who entrusts tasks‌ to someone without‌‌​ will. I just‍ want to hear⁠⁠‌ your honest opinion,‌​ from your own‍⁠ perspective.”

Dereck​ could tell. If⁠‌ he showed the​⁠​ slightest hesitation or⁠ shook his head,‌‌ Lord Melverot wouldn’t‍⁠ bother taking him⁠ along.

He⁠‌ might seem like⁠‌⁠ a whimsical man‍ who acted on​⁠‌ impulse, but that‌ was just a mask to intimidate​​ his counterpart.

He​⁠​ pretended to be​‍​ unpredictable while internally‍‍‌ evaluating every gain⁠ and loss. That‌‌​ kind of person‌ was truly dangerous.​⁠

‘His‌​ way of speaking​‍ is strange.’

Dereck‌‍‍ noticed a peculiar‍ nuance in his⁠​ words.

— If the rumors⁠ are true, would‌‍⁠ you refuse the‌ proposal?

There⁠‍ was something implied⁠‌⁠ in that phrase.​ As if he​ were assuming his‌‍​ daughter wasn’t a lunatic.

But⁠ if that were​​ really the case,​ he could have⁠‍⁠ just said so​‌ directly. It was​ up to Dereck⁠​ to decide whether⁠ to believe him​​‌ or not.

“My⁠‍‌ daughter Siern is‍‍ so violent and‌⁠‍ aggressive it’s a pity given how‍​⁠ beautiful she is.‍⁠‍ She’s probably more‌⁠ brutal than you⁠ imagine. As her‌ father, I’m ashamed‍‍‌ I didn’t correct‌⁠‍ her earlier.”

“Do‌⁠ children always grow‌⁠‌ the way their​‍⁠ parents wish? You‌ shouldn’t blame yourself.”‌

“From‌ your expression, it‍ seems you’re quite⁠ willing to accept​‍‍ the proposal.”

“As⁠‍ I said, how‌‍‌ could I refuse?‌​ However, I’ve yet⁠ to hear what‍ your terms actually​​ are, Lord Melverot.”⁠

“Do⁠⁠‍ you think I don’t know what​​ someone like you‍ wants?”

Lord‍​ Melverot burst into⁠‍‍ laughter and rested​ his chin on‌​⁠ his hand.

“I’ve⁠⁠ already assessed you.​⁠ A mage born‍ a commoner who‍‌ aspires to a high position will⁠ always face a lot of resistance.‍ It’s not hard⁠⁠‌ to guess why‌⁠ someone of your⁠ level would bother​ instructing noble ladies.”‌

“…”⁠

“You​‍‌ want to gain‌⁠​ a few allies,‍ at least, in‌ this cold world‍‍ of nobility?”

Lord⁠‌ Melverot lowered his⁠​ gaze and scanned‍ Dereck from head‍​ to toe before‍‍ continuing.

“Everyone​⁠ at the top‌‌ of the magical​‌‌ world has their​‍​ flaws. Old Drest‌‌ is obsessed with​⁠ wandering and doesn’t⁠‌ care about the‍‌ world. Kohella, the⁠ lunatic, is beyond​⁠⁠ description. And me,‍‍​ well… I’m not‍ exactly normal either.”‍

Lord⁠‍‍ Melverot didn’t even​⁠​ bother to mention‍ the other 6-star​ mage, Pine. Her​​ existence was an‌‌ absolute secret, known​⁠ only to a few.

“Connecting​ with all those‌⁠‍ noble families might‌ be a decent​ strategy, but… wouldn’t‌​ it be more​​ advantageous to associate​ with someone at‍ the top?”

“Undoubtedly,⁠​ it’s a wise‌⁠‌ suggestion.”

“But​⁠​ your expression says⁠‍ otherwise. Speak honestly.‍⁠ I value honesty‌‍⁠ more than anything⁠‍ else.”

Dereck​ hesitated for a moment. Being someone​‌⁠ as well-known as⁠ Lord Melverot, Dereck‍ knew him well.​⁠​ In fact, he​ knew that he​ preferred people who‌‍⁠ were direct with​‌ their opinions.

He‍ held his breath,‍⁠ then spoke as‍⁠ if exhaling it‌‌ in a sigh.‌

“The‌‌ promise of a powerful person almost‌⁠ never holds value.‌‍ Breaking it depends‍⁠ solely on that‌⁠‌ person’s will.”

“That‍ makes sense. But⁠⁠⁠ do you think‍ I’d get rid​‍ of the instructor‍​ who’s taking care‍ of my daughter​‌ so easily?”

Lord​ Melverot leaned forward‍ and said:

“If‌ you’re truly capable​​ of controlling my​​‌ daughter, I wouldn’t‍ be able to​​ touch you at‌‍ will either.”

“…That‍​​ means depending on​⁠​ the situation…”

“That‍⁠ you take my⁠ daughter as a hostage. Why? Is‌‍ that suggestion too⁠‌​ cruel?”

When​⁠​ Dereck looked at‌‌‌ him in silence,‌ Lord Melverot laughed‍ again.

“You‍​ can always sugarcoat‌ words. If you‌⁠​ truly connect with⁠⁠ my daughter and⁠⁠​ become her real⁠​ instructor, how could‍ I treat you​​‍ lightly? But even‌​ if I say​⁠ it softly, the⁠‍‌ meaning doesn’t change,‌ right?”

“…”‍⁠

“My‌‍ daughter Siern needs​⁠‍ to learn social​​⁠ skills. And of​⁠ course, magic too.”‌​​

It⁠ was hard to‍​ tell if he‍​⁠ was benevolent or‍​ ruthless. He was​‌‍ a man of​‌​ dual nature. Even‍⁠ setting aside his‌‌‌ true intentions, what​‌‌ was clear was⁠⁠‌ his current situation.​⁠‍

If‍‍ the rumors about⁠ Lady Siern were​​ true, countless servants​​ and escorts would⁠⁠ already be dead.‌‌⁠ And that wasn’t‍⁠ something that could​​ be made public.⁠‍​

She​⁠‍ was different from‍ the slightly arrogant​‍‍ Diella. She was⁠⁠‍ a true maniac⁠‌ who saw no‍​‍ value in human​ life.

“…”‌‍‍

Many⁠​​ had tried to​​ dissuade Dereck. But‌ he thought with‍​​ his head lowered.​⁠

Risk​⁠ and reward often‌⁠ go hand in‌ hand.

And​ if the client​‍‌ was none other‍​‌ than Lord Melverot,‍⁠ he would never‍ be completely left‍‌⁠ in the dark.‌‌

“Is‌‌​ it alright if‍ I ask for‍ a lot of‌ money? Or perhaps‍​‍ magical items?”

“The​⁠​ amount you’re imagining⁠​‌ is obvious. Such‌⁠​ a trivial question‍ doesn’t even deserve⁠​ an answer.”

“Thank‌​​ you.”

“There’s⁠​⁠ no need for‌ such formality. But‌⁠‌ I do have​ a couple of⁠⁠‍ requests.”

Lord⁠‌‍ Melverot spoke in​‍ a tone that‍ showed he didn’t‍ have high expectations.‍‌

“Even⁠⁠​ if we set​⁠⁠ aside magic and⁠ social skills, she‌ needs to be‌ taught lady’s etiquette.‌‌ In the end,⁠‌ Siern will have​ to debut in‍‌​ society.”

“I‌⁠​ know a fair‌‌ amount about lady’s​​​ etiquette, but I’m‍‌ not qualified to​ teach it.”

“Yes,⁠⁠ I know. Ideally,‍‍ we’d find a tutor of noble‍ lineage, but as‌ you know, it’s‍⁠ not easy to‌​ find someone among​ the nobility who​​ can handle Siern.”‌​‌

It‌‍​ was hard to​⁠‌ imagine how insane​​ she had to​⁠⁠ be for that‌ to be a problem, but for‍ now, Dereck simply⁠⁠‌ nodded. He wasn’t‍ someone who showed‍ many emotions in⁠‌ situations like this.​‍‍

“There⁠‌⁠ are no nobles‍⁠ in the north⁠ willing to take⁠⁠ on something like⁠‌​ this. That’s why⁠‌⁠ I thought of​‌​ looking in the‍ southwest, but I’ve‌⁠ spent my whole⁠​‌ life in the⁠ north, so I’m⁠ not familiar with‍‌‌ the people there.”​‍‍

“Ah,​​ I see?”

“If‌ you, who have‍‍‍ connections among the⁠ nobles of the​ southwest, could find‍ a suitable candidate,​‍⁠ that would be​​⁠ great. I don’t⁠⁠ have high hopes,‍‍ but if you​​​ know someone, recommend‌ them.”

“Hmm…‌ I’m not sure…”‌⁠​

The‌‍‍ rumors about Lady‍‌ Siern seemed to⁠‍ be well known‌‌​ even among the‍ noble circles of‌‍​ Ebelstein.

Teaching‌ etiquette to a deranged killer… there​‌​ was no reason‌​‌ for wealthy, comfortable‍‍‍ nobles to volunteer‍​ for such a task.

Though​‍​ Dereck had many‍⁠ noble acquaintances with‌​​ whom he had‍ good relations, he‌ couldn’t think of​⁠​ any ideal candidates.‌

Even‍‌ Denise would likely‍⁠‌ back off if⁠ he mentioned Siern’s⁠ name. It didn’t⁠‍‍ seem like others​​‍ would react any‍‍‌ differently.

Just⁠ as Lord Melverot‍ was lowering his⁠⁠​ gaze in disappointment⁠ at Dereck’s lukewarm⁠⁠ reaction—

“Hmm…⁠⁠ There might be‍‍ someone.”

Lord⁠ Melverot’s eyes narrowed⁠‍⁠ at Dereck’s words.​

***⁠

“I⁠‌‌ believe we can‌⁠‍ offer up to‌ 400 Rotay gold​‍⁠ coins from the‌‌‌ North as a salary.”

“I’ll‍‍ do it, I’ll⁠‌ absolutely do it!‍ Let me do‍ it! I really‍‍‌ want to do‍ it! Really!! I really want to…!!!”‍‌⁠

The⁠ next morning, when⁠​⁠ Dereck arrived early​​ at the Duplain​ mansion riding his​​‌ horse, Aiselin was‍‌‍ spreading fertilizer behind⁠‌ the half-ruined estate.‍⁠

With‌ her sleeves rolled‍‍⁠ up, she gazed‌‌‍ in ecstasy at​‍ the growth of⁠‌​ the plants. She‌ looked like a genuine peasant.

The⁠​ sun hadn’t even‍ risen yet, and‍ her diligence was⁠ so impressive it⁠ was almost unsettling.‍

“Um…‍‍‌ Have you heard‌‍ the rumors about‍​‌ Lady Siern?”

“Of‍‌ course! But the‍ Duplain family isn’t‍‌ in a position​ to be picky⁠⁠⁠ right now…!”

“…”‍

“Money…!⁠‍‍ We need money…!‍‍ Money!! And cash!!!!!​‍‌ Cash we can⁠​‍ use right now…!!!”⁠

Aiselin’s‍​⁠ eyes already seemed‍‌⁠ to be spinning‌ in the shiny‌‍⁠ shape of gold​⁠ coins.

She‍​ was the most⁠⁠⁠ noble and renowned​ lady in the⁠‌ southwest of the‍ continent… but also​ the poorest.

Anyone‌‍​ who saw such​‍‌ an ironic scene‌ would have been⁠ moved to tears.⁠​‌

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