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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 70: To the North (1)

Chapter 70: To the North (1)

“Yes.‌‍‌ To be blunt,​‍‌ our Beltus family‍ won’t stop you​​ from leaving.”

Denise​⁠‍ spoke with her‌ usual indifferent expression.‌⁠

The⁠‌⁠ hem of her⁠ fine silk dress‌ brushed the floor.​‌‌ She was in⁠ the middle of‌⁠​ getting ready for‌ her afternoon philosophy‍‌ class.

Even​ after finishing her​⁠‍ morning training session​⁠‌ with Dereck and‌ eating breakfast, she​ showed barely any‌‍‍ signs of fatigue.‌ Even Denise herself⁠‍​ could tell her​ stamina had improved​ noticeably.

“Father’s⁠‍​ thoughts are obvious.​⁠​ The Belmierd family​​​ has already started⁠ moving to support‍​ Ellen as their‌⁠ successor, and the‌⁠‌ Duplain family doesn’t⁠‌​ hold much power⁠‌⁠ anymore… so your‌ value, Dereck, has⁠‌ dropped quite a bit.”

“That’s‌‌‍ true.”

The‍‌‌ main reason the​‍ Beltus family had‍‌⁠ wanted to retain‌​⁠ Dereck was to⁠​ keep him from⁠​ going to another⁠‌⁠ house. At this⁠⁠ point, there was⁠⁠ no reason to​⁠​ tie him down​‌‍ with a large​ sum of money.⁠

However,‍⁠‍ if Denise firmly⁠‍ insisted on renewing​ the contract with‍⁠‌ Dereck, the situation​​‌ could have changed.‍

“And,‍⁠ I have no⁠​​ intention of keeping‍‌‍ you, Dereck.”

Nevertheless,‌​ Denise said this​ firmly. She was​⁠ tying up her​⁠ beautiful platinum hair‌ and fastening a necklace with a clasp over her‍ bare nape.

She​⁠​ spoke without even‌‌‍ glancing at Dereck,‍​ who stood in​ a corner of⁠⁠‍ the room with⁠​‌ his hands behind​‍​ his back.

“As⁠⁠‌ I said, I’m⁠ just a puppet‍‌‍ of the Beltus‌​ family. Even if‌​ you speak of⁠ my value, there’s‍⁠ nothing to gain⁠‌​ from being with⁠‌ me right now.”⁠​

“For‌ someone who says‌‍ that, you certainly‌ crushed Diella with​⁠ full force when​‍‍ she challenged you‍ to a duel.”‍‌⁠

“Ugh…”​⁠

Denise​‍ flinched like he’d‌ struck a nerve,‍ then let out‌ a long sigh.​

“Dereck,⁠ you’re strangely dull‍​ where you should​​ be sharp, and‍​‍ sharp where you⁠​ could afford to⁠‍⁠ be dull.”

“…”‍‌‌

“Well,‍ my pride was⁠ a little involved‌ with Lady Diella,⁠ and in the‍ end, the Duplain‌‍ family suffered quite‍ a bit… so​‌⁠ staying with the⁠ Beltus family was‍‍​ the right choice,‌‌ don’t you think?‌‍⁠ You should be‌ thankful.”

“I⁠‍ am. Thank you.”‌

“I⁠‍ didn’t expect you​⁠‌ to say thank​‍ you so honestly…‌‍‍ ugh…”

She⁠​ tried to mask‍‍⁠ her discomfort with​‍‌ arrogant words, but⁠​​ Dereck never acted‍⁠‍ the way Denise‍‍‌ wanted.

She⁠‍ placed a few⁠​ butterfly-shaped pins in​⁠​ her hair, smoothed‌ the hem of⁠‌ her dress, and⁠​⁠ finished getting ready.‌

Then⁠‌‍ she walked over‌ to Dereck, placed​ her hands on‍​ her hips, and‌ looked up at⁠‍ him with her‍⁠​ lips slightly pursed.​

“It’s⁠‌ obvious without asking.⁠​‍ You’re going to​ teach Lady Siern,‍​‌ right?”

“…”​

“No​​ matter how much‍ I tried to‍​ stop you, you‍‍⁠ can’t resist anything‍ related to magic.⁠⁠‍ I don’t know‍‌⁠ what you plan​​ to gain from​⁠‌ Lord Melverot, but​‌​ if you can‍‌ get involved with​ a six-star mage,​‌‌ you’ll do whatever​⁠ it takes.”

Denise​ was the one​‌ who had seen‍ Dereck’s ecstatic expression‍‌ up close when​⁠ he mastered magic‌‍⁠ under Drest.

Lord‍‌ Melverot had a somewhat arrogant demeanor,⁠​‌ but if Dereck‌⁠⁠ decided to take​⁠⁠ advantage of him,‍‍ the payoff would‍‌ be immense.

And‍ Dereck was someone‌ who never missed‍⁠​ an opportunity. That’s⁠⁠ why Denise had‌​‍ no intention of‍ holding him back.⁠‍​

He​‍ was reliable, always​⁠‌ standing by his‍⁠‌ allies no matter​ the circumstances.

Even⁠ when the Duplain​⁠‍ family was in‌​ dire straits, he⁠⁠ continued to help‌⁠‌ Diella and Aiselin.​​​

But‍‌⁠ he was also‌‍‍ someone who couldn’t⁠‌ be tied down⁠ easily. You couldn’t​ keep him close‍ by stifling his‍‍ ambition. His pure,​ almost noble passion​ couldn’t be broken​‌‌ so easily.

Denise‌‌ closed her eyes​ for a moment​‍‍ and let out‌ a hollow laugh‌‌​ as she thought:⁠⁠‌

‘Now​‌ I understand why‌​‍ the Duplain family‍ let this man‍⁠⁠ go.’

The⁠ first student Dereck‍​​ had taught was⁠‌‌ Diella. Denise had​⁠ never understood why‌‌ Diella let Dereck‌​​ go to Ebelstein.​⁠‍

She’d‌‌ thought maybe he’d‌‌​ made some excuse,‍ or there were‌‍‍ internal issues in⁠‍⁠ the family.

But​ now, she seemed⁠‌​ to get it.​ Denise, who had‍‌⁠ closed her eyes​‍​ softly, sighed deeply‍‌​ and raised her⁠​‍ head to speak.​

“The​ North is a dangerous place, very‍‍‍ different from the⁠ Southwest. Unlike the‌ peaceful plains of⁠‌‍ the Southwest, it‍⁠ has many mountainous​⁠‌ areas and the​⁠⁠ climate can be‍​⁠ harsh. Monsters appear⁠‍⁠ much more frequently…‌​ sometimes, even truly‌​⁠ dangerous high-level ones.”⁠

“Yes.‌ The harsher the‍ place, the tougher⁠⁠ the people, and​‌‌ they tend to​‌ distrust outsiders.”

“People​⁠ who live in‌​ such dangerous territories,‍⁠ where threats to​‌​ life are common,‌ can’t be the‍⁠⁠ same as those​ who live in‌​‍ peaceful big cities‌‌ like this.”

Denise​ gestured to the‍ servant who had⁠ helped her dress‌‍⁠ and whispered something​‍ into his ear.‍​‌

The‌⁠⁠ servant, after nodding,​‍⁠ quickly went to⁠‌ the jewelry storage‌‌‍ room.

Soon‍⁠‍ after, he returned‍​ with a large‌​⁠ bracelet and handed​⁠‍ it to Dereck.​

“What​ is this?”

“It’s‌ one of the‌​‌ magical accessories made⁠ by the Arendale‍ Society and sold‌⁠ to high-ranking nobles.‌ Its main function​ is to indicate‌ the location of⁠ the person wearing‌‍ the matching item.”‍⁠

“…”⁠‍‌

“It’s‌‌​ worth dozens of‍⁠‌ gold coins. Be‌​‍ careful not to⁠​ let it get‍‍ stolen.”

Denise​ rarely gave Dereck⁠ gifts. He took​ the bracelet and,‍‌‍ feeling a sense​‍‍ of déjà vu,⁠​ tried to collect‌‍ his thoughts.

‘It’s​‌‌ a magical accessory​‌⁠ sent by the​​‌ Arendale Society as‍​​ a coming-of-age gift.‌ It comes paired‍ with this ring,​ and when worn,⁠‌⁠ they can show​ each other’s location.’‍

He​‌‍ remembered receiving a similar item from​​ Lady Freya during⁠​ the disaster at‍‌‌ the Duplain mansion.‍​⁠

Though​​ he carried it​⁠⁠ in his inner‌‍‌ pocket, he’d never⁠ had the chance⁠ to return it,‌⁠​ even though it​‌ was an expensive‍‌​ item.

When‌‌​ Dereck pulled it​ out, Denise’s eyes‌⁠‌ widened in surprise.‍

“Wait,⁠ someone else gave‌ you one besides⁠​⁠ me?”

“Lady⁠‌ Freya gave it⁠ to me. It’s‌⁠‍ so small I had no reason⁠‌ to take it‌ out, so I just kept it.”‍‍

“…”‌⁠‍

Denise‌⁠⁠ suddenly squinted at‌‌ him. While Dereck​​ looked at her⁠⁠ with a puzzled‍‌‍ expression, she sighed‌​​ and sat back‌‌ down at her⁠⁠⁠ vanity.

“This​ is usually given‍ as a sign⁠‌ of trust. Do‌‌ you think a high-ranking noble lady‌ would give an​⁠⁠ item that reveals‌ her location to⁠‍‍ just anyone?”

“Well,‍ the situation was‌​ urgent… I thought‌ it would be​‍⁠ best to know‍​​ where we were.”‍‍

“I​ understand the situation,‍‍‍ but… it’s better​ not to take​ something like that​‌ out in front⁠ of other ladies.”⁠​

“Is​‍ it a problem?”‍​‌

“It’s​‌‌ usually given to⁠‍ someone they want⁠ to pair with​⁠ for dances or​ events. Well, Lady​‌⁠ Freya and I gave it to‌‍⁠ you for practical⁠ reasons, but… the⁠‌​ fact that they​‌ can track each‌ other’s location could​ be interpreted more⁠‍‌ romantically than you‌​​ think.”

Denise⁠ looked at Dereck⁠‌‌ up and down‍ again. She knew⁠⁠‍ he was handsome,​ but now that‍⁠⁠ she took a good look, he‌ was really attractive.⁠‍

His‍‍⁠ well-maintained mercenary attire⁠ gave him a rugged air, but⁠⁠‌ that was part‌⁠‍ of his charm.‌‌

“What‌‌‍ will people think⁠‍ if they see⁠​‍ a good-looking man⁠⁠ carrying multiple magical‌ items gifted by⁠‍ noble ladies?”

“…”‌⁠

“Well…⁠ there are some‍ vulgar noble youths‌​‍ who collect things​‍⁠ like that and‌ brag about their​​‌ conquests, but even‌⁠​ jokingly, it’s not‌⁠ a good look.‌ The ladies who​‌ gave gifts to‍​​ such a promiscuous⁠​ man would look⁠​ like fools too.”⁠

“I‌⁠​ suppose that’s true.”‍⁠​

“I⁠ trust you because​ you’re not that⁠‍ type. If you‌‌‍ take it out⁠⁠ at the right⁠ time, it’ll prove​‌ you have the​‍​ recognition of the⁠‍ Beltus family, and‍⁠ you can use​‍ that authority.”

Denise​‍ spoke in a light tone with‍‌ her arms crossed,⁠‌‍ but in reality,‍​‌ she was telling​‌ him she would​ support him.

“As‍⁠​ you know, noble‍​‌ society is built⁠ on connections. Knowing‍ a few influential⁠ figures can be‍​ a huge help.⁠ Even though the‍​ North is far,‌‌ the name of​‌⁠ one of the‌​ three great noble⁠⁠‌ families is widely‌​‍ known.”

“You’ve⁠‌ been considerate with‌‍​ me. Thanks to​⁠ you, I won’t‍‍ have many problems‌​​ proving my identity‌ wherever I go.⁠‌‍ Thank you.”

“Ugh…”⁠

“…?”​‌

“No,‍⁠​ it’s just that…⁠‌ sometimes you thank‍ me so sincerely,​⁠ but when you‍⁠ teach magic you’re​​‌ like a beast,‍ and it’s strange…⁠ I’m not used‍ to it.”

In‍ short, she felt‍ a little embarrassed.‍ From Dereck’s perspective,‌‌ being considered kind​‌​ was a bit‍ awkward, so he‍ just accepted it‌​ quietly.

Even​⁠ that reaction was‍ so typical of‌ him that Denise‌ could only glance​‌ at him a few more times⁠​​ from the corner⁠ of her eye.​⁠​

“Sigh…‌‍‌ Well, no matter⁠‌ how crazy Lady‍ Siern of the⁠ North is, she‍​⁠ won’t get the‍‍ better of you‍ so easily. You’re‍⁠ skilled in both⁠​⁠ magic and social‌ skills, so I won’t worry.”

“I’ll‍ do my best.”⁠​

“But…‌‌ things like lady‍ etiquette and high‌ society culture? You⁠ can’t teach those,⁠​‍ right?”

“I‌‍ already found an​‌⁠ assistant. Someone with‍​‍ a solid foundation,⁠‌ great knowledge of‌‌ the aristocratic world,​‌​ capable and willing‌ to take on‍⁠ those tasks.”

“I‌‍‍ knew your network‍⁠⁠ was broad, but‌ you had someone​ like that? That​⁠‌ kind of talent‍‍‍ isn’t common…”

“No‍‌ need to go‌‍ far. It’s Lady⁠‌​ Aiselin.”

“…What?”​​

Denise,‌ who had been‌​⁠ listening to Dereck’s⁠‌ story with relaxed​ shoulders, sharpened her​‌ hearing and opened‍ her eyes again.‌‌‍

Her​ feminine intuition screamed.‍‍⁠ She instinctively knew​ that Aiselin’s affection​‌ for Dereck wasn’t​‍​ just admiration for⁠ exceptional talent.

“Ah,‍‍​ you’re going north⁠ with Lady Aiselin?”​

“I​ might not be⁠‌ able to go​⁠‌ to the Rose‍​‌ Salon as often,⁠‌ but Lady Diella‌‍‌ said she’d take​‌ on more responsibility.”​⁠‌

“Ah,​ no… why would​⁠ Lady Aiselin go‌​‍ to a place⁠ like that?”

“She‍ said she urgently‌⁠ needed money.”

It​ wasn’t an entirely⁠⁠⁠ far-fetched situation. No⁠​ matter how noble⁠⁠ and beautiful a woman was in​‍ the southwest of‍‌‌ the continent, if‍‌⁠ money was tight,​​ she had to⁠ do something.

Denise‍ wasn’t unaware of​⁠ Aiselin’s circumstances, but‌⁠⁠ the fact that⁠⁠⁠ she would accompany​​ Dereck gave her‍⁠​ an immediate bad​​ feeling.

‘Is⁠‍ something really going​‍​ to happen…?’

Aiselin‌‌​ seemed wise and​ thoughtful, but having⁠ been raised like⁠ a precious gem,‍‌​ she’d realized her​‍ romantic feelings far​​ too late. Such⁠‍ were girls raised‌ in greenhouses.

If⁠ it was already‍​⁠ decided she would​‌​ go north with‍⁠ him, then only‌‌​ one course of​ action remained for⁠‌ Denise. Even if​⁠​ it was drastic,‌ she needed to​‍‌ apply some shock‌ therapy.

“Dereck.”‌‌‌

Denise⁠‍‍ looked at him‍‌‌ seriously.

“I‌ think Lady Aiselin‌ likes you.”

“I⁠‍‌ also like Lady‌ Aiselin. In times‍‍ like these, a person so steadfast‍⁠⁠ is truly rare.‍ I should consider‍ myself lucky to⁠ have someone like‌​ that as an‍‍‌ acquaintance.”

“That’s‍​ not what I mean. I think‍‍⁠ she likes you​​‍ as a man.”​

Denise⁠ got straight to‍‍ the point without‍ hesitation. Once she⁠‌ made a decision,⁠ she didn’t hold⁠‌‍ back on what‍​‍ needed to be⁠‌ done.

“…”‌

Even‍ Dereck, a man‌ of steel, was‍​‍ momentarily speechless.

He‌ wasn’t entirely oblivious⁠ to the matter,​‍ so he hadn’t​‍ overlooked Aiselin’s recent⁠​ odd behavior.

Even‍‍ so, he hadn’t⁠​ connected it to‌‍ romantic feelings. There‍ were many handsome,‍‍​ high-status men around​ Aiselin. Her standards​⁠​ had to be⁠‌ high.

After⁠‌ all, the three⁠ leading ladies of​‍ the Rose Salon⁠​​ received marriage proposals​⁠ whenever they got​‍‌ bored. One of​‌ their daily tasks​‌‍ was to reject‌​ noble sons of⁠ questionable repute who​‍ lingered around them.‍‌⁠

Why⁠​‌ would someone like​⁠‌ that take interest​ in Dereck? He​‌​ was very self-aware‌​ in that regard.‍ That’s why he‍ answered frankly.

“You’ve⁠‍‍ been reading too​​⁠ many romance novels.”​‍⁠

“Are‍​ you underestimating my​‍⁠ intuition?”

“I​ knew Miss Denise‍‍‌ had a good‌‌​ eye… but this‍‍​ feels like too⁠⁠⁠ much of a logical leap.”

Dereck⁠​ crossed his arms​⁠​ with a thoroughly‍‍ incredulous expression.

“I​⁠​ knew you’d react‍⁠ that way, Dereck.‍ But my wild​​⁠ instincts never fail.​‍‌ Aiselin likes you‍⁠ romantically, and if​‌⁠ you go north​​ together, who knows‍​‍ what might happen.”‍‌

“…”​‌‍

“So‍⁠ I’ll tell you⁠ directly now. If⁠ you don’t keep⁠ your head cool,​​ something big could​‌⁠ happen. I’ve never‌‍‌ seen a relationship⁠‌ between a commoner​​‍ and a noble‌‍ lady end well.”‌‍‌

It​ wasn’t uncommon for​‌ heads of families‌⁠‍ or young lords‌​​ to secretly keep​ concubines or touch‍‌‍ their maids.

However,‌⁠ for a noble​​‌ lady, getting involved⁠​ in that kind‌ of scandal was⁠ a massive burden.⁠‍‌ If it remained‍⁠‍ a rumor, it‌​ could still be⁠⁠ managed, but if‍⁠‌ it were true‌ and not just⁠⁠‌ gossip, the problem⁠​‍ became far more‍⁠‌ serious.

That’s⁠ why Denise was‌ warning Dereck—for Aiselin’s‍​ sake.

“Do​‍‌ you understand what​‍ I’m saying, Dereck?”​​‌

“To‌‌ be honest, I don’t have the​‌ kind of confidence​ that makes me⁠​ think a highborn​ lady would take⁠‍ a personal interest‍⁠‌ in me. If⁠⁠ I did, I’d⁠⁠‍ be an extreme⁠⁠ narcissist.”

“…”​​

“Even​ so, if Miss​⁠ Denise says so,​‌⁠ I can’t just​‌‍ sit by. I’ll​​ do something about‌‍ it in my​​⁠ own way.”

“You’ll‌‍‍ do something? What​⁠ are you going⁠⁠‌ to do?”

At‍ that response, Denise‌‍ showed an ambiguous‍‍⁠ expression.

It​⁠ wasn’t a smile,​‍ nor a frown,​⁠ nor was it‍ expressionless… It was‍⁠ truly peculiar and‌​⁠ indescribable.

***​⁠

“Miss⁠⁠​ Aiselin, do you​⁠ like me romantically?”​⁠

“Pffft!”⁠

Seeing⁠⁠​ the sun rise⁠‌‌ in the west⁠ or Aiselin spit‍‌⁠ out tea ungracefully⁠ and nearly choke⁠⁠‍ were equally unreal‍ sights.

Watching​⁠ her lose her‌ composure like that⁠ was something extremely‌ rare.

Even​ so, Aiselin, seated​​ in the half-ruined‌‌‍ reception room, averted⁠ her eyes and⁠⁠‌ spoke to Dereck.‍

“D-Dereck.‌⁠‌ I’m sorry. Did‍​‍ I mishear you?​‍ I’ve been handling​‍⁠ family matters all​‌‍ day lately… I think I’m hearing‍⁠‌ things…”

“I‌ asked if you‌‌‍ like me romantically.‌​‌ I know it’s​​ an extremely presumptuous‍‌ and disrespectful question,⁠‍ but I think⁠ it’s better to‌ make things clear.”​‍

Asking‌⁠ directly. It was​⁠ a response only‌‍ Dereck could give.​​‍

How‌‍‍ could anyone with​ a heart do​ something like that?‌ Despite such questions,‍‌ Dereck seemed immune​⁠ to emotions like⁠‍ embarrassment or shame.​‌

Even​ when he was‍​​ covered in dirt​⁠‍ by Diella, or⁠‍ when he recited‌‌​ the novel written⁠ by Denise… he‍ was a man‌‌ of steel, immune‍‌​ to any emotion.‍‍

Raised⁠‍⁠ in the slums,⁠⁠‌ walking a path⁠ stained with blood,​ the delicate sensibilities‌ of a young‍​‍ girl were to​ him stories from⁠​ another world. They⁠‍ didn’t even graze⁠​ his emotional ice.‌

That‍ absolute rationality was​ a blessing for⁠⁠ a mercenary.

However,‍ for a woman‍⁠‍ trying to approach‌​‍ him, it was​ an impenetrable fortress.‍ Gaining psychological ground⁠​ on him wasn’t‌ easy, not even​‍ for those who’d​‌⁠ seen it all.‌⁠​

For‍‍ Aiselin, who was‍ practically a novice‌‍ in these matters,‍‌ it was an‍ unbearably harsh test.⁠

“T-that…”‌

Aiselin’s⁠‍ eyes began trembling‍‌‍ uncontrollably, unable to⁠⁠⁠ focus, as if‌ struck by a blow.

Though⁠ she was quick-witted,‌​ her thoughts seemed​‍ jammed. Her tongue​‍‌ moved on its⁠‍⁠ own, and somehow,‌ she managed to‌‌​ respond as naturally​​ as possible.

“Nooooo!”​‌

Although‌ in reality, it​‍ was anything but‌ natural.

Her⁠‍ tone was absurdly‌​ abrupt. She concluded​‌ that, given the‍‍ situation, outright denial​‌‍ was best.

In⁠‍​ fact, that was‍ the most appropriate‌‍‌ response when dealing⁠⁠​ with commoners. The​ elegance instilled in​ her since childhood⁠ finally kicked in.​​​

“That​​ can’t be! Mister⁠ Dereck, of course‍ I always think⁠⁠ you’re dependable, and​⁠ that you’re amazing⁠ in both appearance‍‌​ and ability, but​⁠ thinking of you​ romantically is something​ completely different!”

“I⁠⁠ see. I apologize.‍⁠​ It seems my‌ self-esteem inflated too‍‍‍ much from my‍​ recent achievements. I’m⁠‌ embarrassed.”

“Everyone​ makes mistakes! It’s⁠‍ okay! Don’t be‌ so embarrassed!”

Aiselin’s‍ behavior, acting like​‌ a soldier on⁠ high alert, was⁠​​ excessively unnatural.

Even​‌ though Dereck was⁠‌‍ supposed to be‌​⁠ the one embarrassed,⁠‍ her tone and⁠‌ conduct made it⁠ hard to tell‍ who was more⁠​ flustered.

“Anyway,‍​ I came to⁠‍‌ talk about the‌⁠‍ travel itinerary to​​‍ the north, so‌ let’s get to‍‍ the main topic.”‍‌

“Let’s!”​⁠⁠

“But​​ I’ll go get⁠⁠ the map first.​⁠ I’ll be right‍ back, please wait⁠ a moment.”

“Yes!”‌

As⁠ soon as the⁠‍ door closed, Aiselin⁠‍‌ collapsed into her​⁠​ chair as if⁠⁠ melting. Her ragged​ breathing lasted for‌‌⁠ a while.

In‍​‌ silence, she thanked⁠ the heavens that⁠ Dereck was so⁠⁠‌ dense about these​ matters.

***‍

“…”​​

Dereck,‌​‍ after closing the‌​⁠ door, walked silently‍‍⁠ down the hall,‍ sat on the​‌‌ windowsill, and rubbed⁠⁠​ his chin.

‘I⁠ shouldn’t take what‍‍ Miss Denise said‍​​ lightly. I should‌ be careful.’

Aiselin,‍ who knew little⁠ about relationships between‍ men and women,‍⁠ thought Dereck simply‍​‍ wasn’t interested in‌⁠⁠ them.

But‍‌ that was a naive view. Growing‌‍ up in the‍​⁠ suburbs, one saw​‌​ all kinds of‍ murky, twisted, and‌​ unhealthy relationships.

Those​ scenes might be‌ far from the​ glamorous social culture,‍⁠ but at the⁠‍​ very least, it‍‌‍ was an environment⁠⁠‍ where one inevitably‍ developed male awareness.⁠​

‘Good‍ thing I checked‍‍‌ in advance. I need to keep‌⁠ my head cool.’‌​​

It’s‍⁠‌ naive to think⁠‌⁠ Dereck has no‍​‍ interest or knowledge⁠ about women.

Rather,‍ he was someone​ who even evaluated⁠​​ female affection with‍⁠‍ logic. He was⁠ very much the‌‌ type noble ladies‌ would call “a‍​ dangerous man.”

For⁠‍ the naive Aiselin,‌⁠ trying to handle‍ him alone was⁠‍​ excessively difficult.

‘Let’s‌ finish the preparations‍ soon.’

After⁠⁠‌ straightening his clothes,‌ Dereck crossed the‍‌‍ hall.

Whatever‌‍‍ it was, he⁠‍‍ just needed to‍‍ finish the northern​ business quickly and​ return.

***⁠

Swoosh,‍‌⁠ swoosh.

Late​⁠ at night, Denise,‌‍ who had been​‌ writing quietly, suddenly⁠​ stopped.

She​‌​ set down her​ pen and looked​‌ up at the​​ moon in the⁠ sky, arms crossed.⁠⁠‍

‘Thinking‍‌ that Dereck’s contract‍‍ is about to​ end makes me​‌ feel empty.’

After‍​ all, she was‍ quite fond of⁠​ him. She worried‌⁠ about him going​‌‍ north because he’d⁠ given her so⁠​‌ much in so‍​ many ways.

Even‌‌ though she was‌⁠⁠ concerned he’d be‌‌ traveling with Aiselin​​‍ to teach Lady​ Siern, it wasn’t‍‍ good to interfere​ with a bird‍​‍ that had already‍‌ left its cage.‍​

‘Maybe‌​ I should’ve meddled⁠ a little more?⁠‌ I’m worried something​ might happen…’

In​‍‍ any case, Denise‍‌ had already done​ nearly everything she‍‌ could.

Even​ so, she still‍ felt a strange‌ frustration about the‌ Aiselin situation. It​‌ was like something⁠‍‌ was stuck in‌‍‍ her chest, bothering‍ a corner of‌⁠ her mind.

It‍ wasn’t even that‍ serious… but it​​ was a truly⁠‌ strange matter.

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