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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 71: To the North (2)

Chapter 71: To the North (2)

Unlike‍ the southwest of‌‍ the continent, which⁠‌ has three great​​ families, the north—always‍‍ close to the‌ battlefield—only has one‍‌ person with the⁠⁠⁠ title of duke:⁠‍ Lord Melverot.

He​‍‍ is the head⁠⁠ of the ducal‍ house of Rochester‌‍ and the only​⁠ six-star battle mage​‌‌ still alive.

He‌‌ was also the⁠‌​ one who personally⁠‌ killed the demonic⁠⁠ beast Noir, the⁠‌‌ main cause of​ the greatest disaster‌‌ to ever occur⁠‌‌ in the north:‌ the Dawn War.​‍​

Dereck‌‌ had heard many‌‍ times the gruesome‍‍ scenes of that‌‌‍ day told by⁠‌​ Jayden, the mercenary‍ leader who directly​⁠‍ participated in the‌⁠‌ Dawn War.

Famous⁠‍‌ warriors from all​‌‍ over the continent‌‌ gathered to hunt​ down the gigantic​​ demon Noir, visible‍‌ even from the⁠​‍ horizon, but the‍ only thing that⁠⁠ kept growing was‌ the mountain of​ corpses.

The​ sight of the‍​‍ snowy plains turning‍⁠​ red with the‍‌ blood of fallen‍⁠ warriors seemed to⁠‌ have been a lifelong trauma for​‌ him.

The⁠‍⁠ six-star mage Kalimford,‌⁠⁠ Lord Melverot’s lifelong‌ friend, also died​ in the Dawn​‌ War.

The​⁠ story of how⁠​ Lord Melverot used‌⁠ his friend’s sacrifice‍‌​ as a springboard​ to land the‌‍‌ final blow to​‍⁠ Noir’s heart is‌‍ legendary and the​ reason why Lord⁠​​ Melverot still reigns‌‍ as the ruler‌‌⁠ of the north.‌​​

“I’ve⁠‍​ heard this story‍​ so many times‍ since I was‍​​ a child, but⁠ it seems even‍‌​ a mythical figure⁠‍‍ can’t raise their​​ children properly.”

“True.​ But we can’t⁠ rush to judge‍‌‌ until we see⁠ Lady Siern in‌‍ person.”

“Of‍ course. Even Diella​ might have seemed​ like an uncontrollable​⁠ girl based on​⁠ the rumors, but‍ she had a tender side, didn’t‍ she?”

The​‌ carriage swayed gently.​ The warm climate‌ of the southwest​⁠ was starting to​ feel like a distant memory. As⁠‍⁠ the journey lengthened‌ and they approached⁠⁠‍ the north, the⁠‍‍ weather began to​‌‌ turn cold.

Autumn​ had already begun,​ and in the‌‍ north around this‌ time, there were‌‌⁠ places where the⁠‍‍ severe cold was⁠‌⁠ already setting in.‍

Feeling​⁠‌ that reality, Dereck‍⁠ changed his mercenary‌​‌ cloak for a thicker one with​ some fur. Aiselin,‍‍ who wore a cape decorated with⁠ cute floral patterns,‌ also seemed to‍‌⁠ feel the cold⁠​ in her fingertips‌⁠​ and asked the⁠⁠ servants for some‍​ gloves.

Dereck‍‌ pulled out the⁠⁠‌ winter gear he​‌‌ had prepared in‍ advance and handed​​ it to Aiselin.‍‍​

She​⁠⁠ accepted the gloves‍‌​ and outerwear with‍​ a blank stare.‍⁠‍

“Use​ them.”

“Ah,⁠ yes. Thank you.”‍⁠

He​⁠⁠ had only given​ her the coat‍ and gloves out⁠‌ of consideration, but⁠ Aiselin’s mind began​‍ to wander with​‍‍ all kinds of​‌ unnecessary thoughts.

Giving⁠ winter clothes in⁠ such cold weather‍⁠‍ wasn’t just a kind act, didn’t⁠​⁠ it also mean‍ he trusted her‍‍‌ enough to hand​‍‍ over something so​‍​ personal?

The‍ fact that he‌​ gave her gloves​⁠‌ already used could​ be interpreted as⁠‌​ a sign of​​ closeness. And not‍‌ asking for them⁠‌ back might imply​ that their relationship​ was close enough​‌ not to require​‌‌ formalities?

Assigning‍‌ exaggerated meanings to⁠⁠ every gesture was​ typical of girls​ beginning to take​ interest in the​‍‍ opposite sex.

And‌⁠ Aiselin was the⁠‍ type to show‌⁠⁠ all of that⁠ on her face.‌

Dereck‌⁠ momentarily rested his‌​ chin on his​⁠ hand, biting his‍ lower lip, thinking‌⁠‌ he’d have to‌ be careful even⁠‌ with things like‍ this.

‘It’s⁠ fine that Lady​⁠‍ Aiselin is kind,​⁠ but if I don’t maintain proper​ distance, it could‍ backfire.’

Dereck‌‌‌ was, without a doubt, a dangerous​‍ man. He had‍ a high opinion​‍‍ of Aiselin as⁠⁠‌ a person; he⁠ found her admirable,​ kind, and respectable.⁠⁠‍ But he didn’t⁠​​ shy away from‍‍‍ thinking that her‌ kindness could be‍⁠​ useful in many‍​​ ways.

His‌‍‌ basic rule was‍​​ to use whatever⁠‌⁠ could be of‍ benefit. If it‍ was merely the​​⁠ innocent affection of​‌ a young noblewoman⁠⁠ who didn’t yet‍‌ know the world‌​ well, it wouldn’t⁠‌​ be difficult to‍‌​ go along with⁠‌‍ it—and maybe teach‌‍‍ her a little​ about life in​​ the process.

However,‍​‍ if that got‌‌​ out of hand,​‍‍ there would be‌ consequences. Stay close,‌ but with limits.⁠ If things got⁠‍‍ serious, there would⁠​ be no way‍⁠​ to manage it.‌⁠

‘If‌‌ Pheline saw this,​‌‌ she’d hate me.’⁠⁠‌

Thinking⁠​‌ that, Dereck rested⁠ his chin in⁠ his hand and​​​ glanced sideways at‌⁠ Aiselin.

Without‍ realizing her ears​ had turned red,‍‍ she stared intently‌ at the gloves‌‌ Dereck had given‌​ her, as if‍ she were locked​‌ in a futile‌⁠⁠ visual duel with‍ a natural predator.​

It‌‌ was hard to‌​ say she didn’t‌‍⁠ look adorable in‍‌ that moment, which​​​ is why Dereck‌⁠ let out a dry chuckle and⁠ shook his head.‌‌​

Dereck‍ was a cold‍ person, able to​ measure emotions with‍ a ruler of‍ cost and benefit.​

Nonetheless,‍ aside from that,⁠​‍ Aiselin was a good person, and‌​ it couldn’t be‌⁠​ denied that her⁠​⁠ clumsy moments were⁠‌​ quite charming.

So,​‍‍ Dereck let out​ a faint sigh⁠⁠​ and turned his​‍ gaze toward the‍‍​ landscape outside the‍ window, which was‌​ slowly beginning to‌‍ be covered in⁠ white.

***‌⁠⁠

“I’m​‍ Layton, the head​​ butler of the‌ Rochester family. And‍ this is Serena,‌ the head maid.”‍⁠‍

“…”⁠⁠

That​ happened when Dereck,​ who had just‍⁠‌ stepped down from‌​⁠ the large carriage⁠‌‍ with his luggage,‍ encountered the two⁠‌​ people in charge⁠ of managing the⁠‍‌ Rochester estate. The‌‍⁠ location was the‍‌ entrance to the⁠ northern Rochester territory.​

There⁠ was still some​‌ distance to the​ mansion, but it‍ seemed the two​⁠​ had come out⁠‍ to receive the⁠⁠‌ distinguished guests by​‌​ Lord Melverot’s direct​⁠ orders.

‘What…?’‍‌

Dereck​‌‌ felt a strange⁠ discomfort. Layton, dressed​⁠⁠ in a flawless‍⁠⁠ suit, was a gentleman with a well-groomed beard. Standing​‌⁠ in the snow‍​​ in a fur​ coat, he looked​‍ refined for a northerner.

However,​‍ the head maid,‌​ Serena, did not⁠⁠ present the same‍‌ image.

She⁠ wore a clean⁠​⁠ uniform, but had​‍ bandages on one‌‌ arm, her ankle,‌ and neck. One​ of her eyes‌‍‌ was also covered‍‍‌ with a bandage,​‍​ and her fingers‍‍ were full of‌ scratches.

“Forgive⁠​ me for presenting⁠ myself in such​‍‌ a disheveled state.”‍⁠​

When‌⁠‌ Serena bowed her​​ head in respect,‌‌ Aiselin, who had⁠⁠‍ just stepped out​ of the carriage,⁠⁠ shook her head.‌

“It’s⁠‌ fine. Wounds don’t‍ heal conveniently. You​‍⁠ seem seriously injured,‍ are you alright?”​

“Yes,⁠‍ thank you for‍‌ your concern. It‍‍ is a great‌‌‍ honor for the‍ Rochester family to‌ personally receive Lady‌ Aiselin, the noblest⁠ flower of the‌‌ Duplain family.”

The⁠ rumors about the​​ Duplain family’s decline‌​ must have already​⁠ spread to the‍​⁠ north.

They‌⁠ might not grasp⁠‍‌ the severity of‌⁠ the situation, but‌‍ they surely knew‌‍ that their authority​ and splendor were‍⁠ not what they‌​ used to be.‌​

Still,​‌ the Rochester family’s‌ treatment was truly⁠‌⁠ courteous. Even in​‌​ decline, a ducal⁠ family was still⁠⁠ a ducal family.​​

Dereck’s⁠ expression hardened as‍ he observed Serena’s‍‌⁠ condition. At a glance, the wounds‍‍ on her arm,‌‍ ankle, and neck‌⁠ seemed to be​‌ of different nature⁠ and timing.

‘This​‍​ isn’t from an⁠ accident. She’s been‍ continuously assaulted… even⁠⁠ tortured.’

If‌​ she introduced herself‍ as the head‌‌ maid, she had​ to be someone​‍⁠ of high rank‍​ among the Rochester⁠​ mansion’s servants.

Despite⁠‌​ that, if she⁠ had to continue‍‍ working in that‌⁠⁠ state, he could‌​ only imagine the⁠​​ condition of the⁠ other maids.

Dereck⁠‍‍ thought the task​ ahead would be⁠​ more difficult than⁠⁠ expected.

“Was‌​ this Lady Siern’s‌⁠‍ doing?”

Dereck‍​ had no hesitation​ in asking direct‍​ questions. Upon hearing‍​​ it, both averted​‌ their gazes with‌ uncomfortable expressions.

Not‌ even Diella, in‌​‍ her worst days,‌‌​ had ever laid‍‌ a hand on⁠‌ someone who had‌⁠ reached the rank​‌​ of head maid.‌⁠⁠

This​​​ went beyond physical‌​⁠ punishment and bordered‍⁠ dangerously on torture.‌‌‍

‘What⁠ was Lord Melverot⁠​ or the other‌ high-ranking members of​​‍ the house doing?‌ If someone was‍⁠ causing this much‌⁠​ harm, shouldn’t they⁠‌ have intervened…?’

Despite‍‌ being a warlord,‌‍ Lord Melverot was‌​⁠ a person with‍ common sense.

There⁠ must have been‌ some reason for‌‌ allowing his daughter‍ to act freely​⁠ even when the‌‍⁠ lives of servants‌ were at risk.​

“We’ll⁠ explain the details‌‌ at Rochester Mansion.”‌

With‍‌⁠ that, Dereck and​‌‌ Aiselin were guided​ by two servants​‌ toward a luxury⁠‍​ carriage and boarded.‌‌

They‌ were now headed⁠ directly to Rochester⁠⁠⁠ Mansion.

“I’m‌‌⁠ a little scared…”​‍

“I‌ already told you‌ it wouldn’t be‍‌⁠ easy.”

“Yes…⁠ I need to​⁠ stay focused…”

Despite⁠ her anxious expression,​ Aiselin pressed her⁠​​ lips firmly and​​​ adopted a determined‍ look.

She⁠​​ needed to gather​ as much money​⁠‌ as she could.​‍ She had many⁠​‌ people depending on‌ her, and her‌‌ family was on‌‍ the brink.

She⁠​ carried a sense‌ of responsibility that⁠‍‌ didn’t match her‌​ delicate figure, yet⁠‍‌ she didn’t show⁠⁠‌ it openly.

“In​​ any case, Lady‌ Siern doesn’t seem⁠⁠⁠ like an easy⁠‍ person.”

“I​‍⁠ expected as much,​⁠ but I think​⁠ we need a concrete plan. She​​‍ doesn’t look like‌ someone who’ll listen‌‍‍ just because we​ speak kindly.”

“I​‌ already have a plan. Actually, I have three.”

Dereck‍​ said that thinking​ it was better​‍ to be clear⁠ before they arrived.‌

“The⁠⁠⁠ first is to⁠⁠ connect with her​‍‌ person to person.​‌ If we can‌ build a bond,​‍‍ we can move​⁠‌ forward with the‌‌ lessons without trouble.”​‌‌

“That‍​ would be ideal.⁠⁠​ I hope it‌‍​ works…”

“It​⁠ doesn’t seem likely‌‌ at first glance.‍⁠‍ So, we have​​ to resort to⁠‌ the second method.​ Scold her, get‍‍ angry, or try‍ to persuade her…​​ do whatever it​ takes to move⁠⁠‌ Lady Siern emotionally.”‌‍

“That’s⁠⁠‌ also valid. I’ll…​ do my best⁠ too… But if​ that doesn’t work…”​​

When​​ Aiselin asked worriedly,‍‍‍ Dereck clenched his⁠ fist and responded.‍‍

“Then‌‌ we’ll use the​ third method.”

“…”‌‍

“One‌‌​ that’s proven effective​‍ throughout history.”

“…”‍⁠

Sometimes,‌‌⁠ Aiselin thought. Dereck’s‌‍ methods were too‍ rough for a noble lady. He‍ was a man‍ who advanced like​ an iron horn.‍⁠

And​‍​ that’s why it‍ worked. Greenhouse flowers‌ like noble young​‌⁠ ladies didn’t understand‌‌ the fear a fist could instill.⁠

She​‌ didn’t know what‌ the family would‍ do if he‌ made a mistake,​⁠​ but Dereck no‌ longer cared.

From‍⁠ the beginning, many⁠​ who came to⁠ him couldn’t be‌ handled gently.
The first one‍‌⁠ to benefit from‌ that was his‍⁠ own sister, Diella.​

“It⁠ won’t be easy.”​‍‌

At⁠‌‌ that moment, Layton,‌ the head butler,‌‌ who was sitting​‌ across from him,​⁠⁠ interjected.

They​ were plotting how‌ to handle the‌​ lady he served.‌‍‌ Dereck thought maybe‌‌ he should watch​‌ his words, but⁠ then shook his⁠ head. Wrong was⁠ wrong.

“What‍ do you mean‌ it won’t be​‌‌ easy?”

“You‍​ don’t truly know​‍​ Miss Siern yet.”​‍​

Layton‌ spoke quietly, with‌​ his head bowed.‌​‍

“The⁠ north is a dangerous land where​‌ high-level magical beasts​⁠ appear frequently. Its​‌ people are rough,‍ extremely closed off,‍ and have developed⁠⁠ their own survival‌ methods.”

“Yes,‌​⁠ I’ve heard that.”‍

“There⁠ are no fertile‌ lands, and people‍‍‌ live by hunting​‌ magical beasts or​‌​ receiving royal subsidies.​​‌ In such a place, only the⁠​‌ strong survive. Lady​​ Siern is a symbol of the​‌‍ north.”

From⁠‍ what he was​ saying, she sounded​​‍ like someone with​​ a wild charm.‍

In‌⁠ Dereck’s mind, the‍‍​ image of Lady​‍ Siern already overlapped⁠‍​ with that of‍‌ mercenaries in a tavern flexing muscles⁠‌ while drinking rum.‍

“What‍ kind of person​⁠ is she for⁠ you to say​‌ that?”

“She‌‍ is none other‍ than Lord Melverot’s⁠​‌ only daughter. To⁠‌​ put it bluntly—”⁠

Just‌‌⁠ when Layton was‍‍​ about to continue.‍​‍

Thud,⁠ thump!

Without‌‌‍ warning, the carriage‌‌ jolted violently, and​​⁠ a massive impact⁠‍⁠ was soon felt.⁠‌‌

Bang!‌ Crack! Crash!

Thud!​⁠⁠ Clang! Bang!

Everything⁠​⁠ happened so fast‌ that Aiselin couldn’t‍ even scream. The​‌ carriage tilted sharply‍ and all sorts​‌ of objects began‌​ to fall.

Clatter,⁠‍⁠ crash! Bang!

“Ahhh!‍ W-What’s happening?!”

“Hold​​⁠ on tight! The‌ carriage is shaking!”⁠‍​

Rumble!⁠‍‌

In‌ the midst of​‍ the chaos, through⁠‌ the window, the⁠ body of a magical beast covered‍‌ in white fur‍ was visible.

It⁠ seemed that a large magical beast⁠⁠ had attacked the​ carriage. Its form‍⁠ wasn’t clearly visible,‍​‍ but it was‍ clear they had‌ to get out​‍‌ immediately.

“Lady‍‍ Aiselin! We have‌‌ to get out‌‌​ of the carriage‌⁠ right now!”

“Kyaah!”‍​

Dereck​​ shouted as he‌​ forcefully kicked open​⁠​ the rear door‍ of the carriage.⁠​

He‌⁠‍ practically threw Aiselin‍⁠‍ out of the​‌ carriage, then evacuated‌ the servants before⁠‍‌ rolling out himself.‍‌

Whooosh!‍‌⁠

An‍‌ icy blizzard blew⁠‌ between the falling⁠ snowflakes. Dereck frowned​‌​ as he looked‍‍ up, searching for​ the monster that​ had attacked the‌⁠ carriage.

But‌​ upon stepping out‌⁠⁠ to check, he​​⁠ realized it hadn’t‍ been a direct⁠​ attack.

Although‍‌⁠ a huge bear-like​ beast covered the​‍ carriage, it was‌ already dead, with​ blood pouring from‌ its neck.

Even‍‌⁠ from a distance,⁠ it was obvious‍‍ it was dead.⁠‍​ How could a dead monster attack⁠⁠ a carriage? Such​⁠ a question was‍‍‍ inevitable.

“W-What⁠⁠⁠ is this…?”

“Are⁠⁠‌ you all alright?”⁠‍⁠

The​ servants, alarmed, checked​‍ on Dereck and​ Aiselin. Fortunately, no‍ one was injured,⁠‍ although Aiselin was​​‍ panting, her face​‍​ pale from the​⁠​ shock.

Dereck​‌ looked once more‍ at the beast’s⁠ corpse in the‌ middle of the‍ snowy field, where‍‍ the cold wind​‌​ still blew.

He⁠ wondered if someone⁠ had used necromancy⁠​ to control the⁠ beast’s body, but‍⁠ that kind of‌‌ forbidden magic was​‍ not something commonly‍ found.

It​‍ seemed more likely⁠‍ that someone had​‌​ hurled the corpse⁠ of the giant​‌ monster at the⁠ carriage heading to⁠‌​ the mansion. The‌ intent behind such​⁠​ an act was‌ clearly malicious.

‘Why‍‌ throw the corpse‌⁠​ of a beast?’⁠​

The‌‍​ carriage, tilted and‌‌​ stuck in the⁠⁠ snow, could no⁠ longer move. The‌‍ two white draft​‌ horses were also⁠‍ seriously injured and‍​⁠ couldn’t rise from⁠​⁠ the ground. Watching⁠‌ them struggle was⁠‌ painful.

‘This‍‍ couldn’t have been​​ done by human​‌​ strength… was it‌ magic?’

With‌ that thought, Dereck‌‌ closed his eyes‌‍‍ and activated his‌​ mana detection spell.‌⁠​

If​‌​ magic had been‍‌⁠ used recently, it‍ wouldn’t escape his‌ senses.

To‌‍‍ hide from such‍‌​ detection required a much higher level.​​ No ordinary mage⁠‍⁠ could conceal themselves‌‌​ from Dereck, who‌​ had already reached​​‍ the level of‍⁠ a three-star mage.‌

Indeed,‌‌​ he sensed traces‍ of mana in‌‍​ the treetop behind‍​⁠ him.

Without⁠⁠ hesitation, Dereck summoned⁠‌ a mana arrow​⁠⁠ and fired at​​‌ the suspicious figure‍​ hiding high in‌ the tree.

Whack!‌‌‌ Pop!

An⁠‌ attack without even‌‍‍ an incantation or⁠​ preparation.

The​⁠ shot was so​‍⁠ fast that it‌ was hard to⁠⁠ even perceive it,‌‌⁠ let alone dodge.⁠⁠​

The⁠⁠ person in the‍​ tree jumped high‍‍ to evade it.⁠ It was almost​​ an animal-like reflex.‍‌

Crack!‌‌‍ Thud!

The​​ figure, who spun⁠⁠ once in the‌‌⁠ air, was slimmer‌ than expected. From‍ her build, she‍​ resembled Diella.

She,‌⁠ not he, twisted​‍ her body in​ the air and⁠ landed in the‌⁠ snowy field beyond‌‍ the carriage. The‌‌‌ sound of her​ landing in the​⁠​ snow was surprisingly‍‌⁠ light.

“…”‍⁠

Aiselin’s​​‌ eyes widened upon​‌ seeing the figure‍ land. Dereck remained‍‌​ frowning.

Her​⁠⁠ bluish hair spread⁠‍⁠ across the snow,⁠⁠⁠ and the hem​‌​ of her beautiful​ dress fanned out‍‌ beneath her.

The⁠‍​ girl, who had‌‍⁠ slowly risen from⁠ a crouched position,⁠‌ opened her eyes‌‍‌ slowly, revealing pupils⁠‌​ white and bright⁠ like snowflakes.

At‌‍​ first glance, she‌‍ looked like an‌⁠​ ice princess standing‌ nobly in the‍ snowy field.

However,‍​​ that impression quickly‌⁠ vanished upon seeing‍‌ what she held‌​ in her hands.⁠​‍

In⁠‌ one, she held​⁠ a deer with⁠ a twisted, bleeding⁠‍​ neck, and in‍ the other, a blood-soaked wolf pup.⁠‍‌

The‌‌ image of her​‍​ holding the corpses‍‌ of beasts larger‍‍ than her own‍‍⁠ body was bizarrely‌‍​ surreal.

Her‌ hands were stained⁠ with the animals’⁠ blood. Under her​ left eye, dark⁠​​ red blood from‍⁠ the dying deer‍ was visible. She​ wore no shoes,‍⁠ so her bare‌‍‌ feet, white as⁠‍ jade, were sunk‍‍‌ in the snow.‌

The‍ smell of blood​ hung clearly in⁠​​ the air, but‍ she didn’t seem‌⁠ to mind.

Given‍⁠⁠ the circumstances, there‌‍ was no need‌ to ask who‌ was responsible for⁠‍ the corpse of‌​‍ the giant beast​​ that had rammed‌‍ the carriage.

“Miss‍‌ Siern!”

The‍ head maid Serena⁠ bowed her head,​‌ trembling all over.‍⁠ The other servants⁠‍ also bowed nervously.‌‍‍

Dereck‍ glanced at the‍‍⁠ trembling servants. Their⁠ sharp movements weren’t⁠⁠‍ from loyalty. What⁠⁠ drove them was⁠‍‍ the fear coursing‌⁠‍ through their veins.‌​

Seeing⁠‌ her standing there‌ in the snowy‌ field as the‍ icy wind blew‌​ evoked a strange​​ sensation… like witnessing​‌‌ a wild beast​‌ dressed in an‍‌⁠ elegant gown.

The‍⁠ only daughter of‌‌‍ the greatest living‍​‌ six-star mage, Lord​​ Melverot.

The​⁠​ heir to his‍ overwhelming magical talent.‌​⁠

A madwoman whom not‌‌⁠ even that great​‌ mage could tame,‌‍⁠ and whom he‌‍ eventually had to‍‌⁠ yield to.

A lunatic who regarded⁠​ human life as‌ mere pebbles on‌​ the roadside.

A maniac that even‌​ the hardened northerners‍⁠‌ couldn’t control, no⁠‌ matter how many​⁠ faced her.

All​‌​ those titles belonged​‍ to her.

Siern⁠‌​ Alaina Rochester.

Dereck‌⁠ frowned and held​‍‍ his ground.

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