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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 73: To the North (4)

Chapter 73: To the North (4)

Crunch,⁠ crunch.

The​⁠⁠ crunching of Dereck’s‍​⁠ boots on the​‌​ snow was clearly⁠ audible.

In⁠‌ the snow-covered field​ whipped by the⁠‌ blizzard, Dereck finally‌‌ appeared approaching the‌⁠⁠ carriage, carrying Siern‍⁠ over his shoulder.⁠​

Her‌​ limp body swaying⁠ in the wind‌‍ made it look‌⁠​ as if he​ were carrying the‍​‌ corpse of a wild beast, causing​‍ the gathered servants⁠‌⁠ to tremble in‍ fear.

“I​‌​ apologize for the​‌ commotion.”

“N-no…‍ how…?”

Siern’s⁠ eyes rolled, unable‍ to regain consciousness.​

Although⁠ it wasn’t clear‍ what kind of‌​ exchange had taken‌‍‌ place between Dereck‍ and her in⁠‍‍ that nearly zero-visibility‌ blizzard, Dereck had⁠‌ nothing more than⁠​ a faint trickle‍ of blood running‍‌‍ down his temple.⁠

‘Did⁠‍ he subdue Lady‌ Siern that easily,​‌ who is nearly‍​ equivalent to a three-star mage…?’

Butler​​⁠ Layton looked at​​‌ Dereck in disbelief,⁠‍ but he, showing​‍‌ not the slightest​ concern, asked while⁠‌ carrying Siern.

“The‍‍‍ carriage is completely⁠‌ destroyed. Is the‍⁠⁠ Rochester estate far?”‌⁠

“N-no…‍‍ It’s not too​ far on foot.⁠ The weather is​‌‍ quite harsh, so‍ it will be​​⁠ difficult, but…”

“Then⁠‌⁠ let’s go quickly.”​‍‌

With⁠⁠ that said, Dereck⁠ stepped into the‌‍‌ blizzard.

The​‍ extreme cold seemed‌ to have no⁠ effect on him​‌ at all.

***​​

Crackle,‍​⁠ crackle.

The​‌ Rochester estate rose‌‍ like a tower​ amid the blizzard.​​⁠

Although​ the building was⁠‍‌ of considerable size,‍​⁠ its grandeur seemed​⁠ diminished by the‌ harsh surroundings.

Unlike‍ the Duplain estate,‌ which overwhelms you‌ with its vast​‌​ garden as soon‍‌ as you pass‍​‌ through the gate,​ the Rochester estate‌ felt purely functional.⁠‍

Considering​ that monsters often⁠⁠​ appeared out of‌ nowhere and attacked,‌​ it was completely​​ natural.

“It⁠‍ must have been‌⁠‍ very hard to⁠‍ arrive like this​‌ in Rochester territory.⁠ As the butler,‍ I feel deeply‌⁠‌ ashamed.”

“Don’t‌​ worry. I now⁠⁠ understand what kind‍⁠ of person Lady‍ Siern is.”

It‌​ seemed customary in​ this region to​⁠ lead guests straight⁠‍ to the fireplace‌‌‌ as soon as‌‌ they arrived from⁠​​ afar.

Dereck,⁠ warming himself before​ a fireplace taller⁠ than a person,⁠⁠​ made a dismissive‌ gesture when the⁠‍ butler brought the‌‍​ servants to greet​​ him politely.

“Where⁠⁠⁠ is Lady Siern?”​

“She’s‌‌ unconscious. We’ve placed​‌‌ her in a private room in‍​‍ the tower.”

“I‍‌ must go see‍‍⁠ her. We’ll be⁠ seeing each other‍‌‌ often from now⁠‍‍ on.”

The⁠ butler swallowed hard‍​ as he looked‍ at Dereck.

Even​⁠⁠ after being attacked‌‌ without provocation by​‍‌ Lady Siern with‍‍⁠ dangerous aggression during‍‍ their first meeting,⁠‍ he remained composed.‌

If‌⁠⁠ he had been‌​ an inexperienced mage,‌‌ he would have‍‍​ been defeated instantly.⁠ In fact, Siern‍ often ambushed and⁠ seriously injured high-ranking‍‌​ mages when she⁠‌‌ caught them off‍​​ guard.

“He’s‌​ even more formidable‌ than I thought.⁠‌‍ I’m not sure​ I can fulfill‍‍ my role…”

Aiselin,​ who was warming‌⁠ herself by the‌⁠​ fire behind Dereck,⁠⁠ spoke in a low voice.

Upon‍‌‍ arriving in the‍ north, she seemed‍‌ to realize that⁠ this place was‍​ fundamentally different from‍ the fertile and‌‌ beautiful Duplain domain.‍

Although⁠‌⁠ she had cheerfully‌​ shouted that she‌‌ would take on‌⁠ any task due​​ to the urgent​ need for money,‌⁠​ she seemed terrified‍ after actually facing‍​‍ Siern, who tried‍‍‍ to kill her.​‌‌

“Not​ only can’t I communicate, but I could be seriously⁠ injured if I try anything. Mr.‍​ Dereck has a lot of experience‍⁠ and skill… but​‍‍ I don’t…”

“Are‍ you very scared?”​‍​

“…Yes.”⁠‍

Aiselin‌ spoke honestly.

Her‍ gaze reflected a lack of confidence.‌‍‍ However, she wasn’t⁠ someone who simply⁠ complained.

“But‌‍ I have to‍ do it. I’ll⁠ find a way‍‌ in my own⁠ way.”

Soon,​‍‌ she clenched her‌‌ fists tightly and​⁠‍ spoke with determination.‌⁠

“If‌ I’ve already decided⁠‍‌ to do it,‍⁠‍ then I have​‌⁠ to do it.‍​‍ Besides, nothing will​⁠ change if I just complain.”

“That’s‍‌ a good attitude.⁠ Actually, there’s no‍‍ need to worry⁠ so much.”

“Huh?”‌

“Even⁠​‌ though I suspected‍‍ it would be‍⁠‌ quite tough, do⁠ you know why⁠‍​ I asked you​‍‍ to come with‌​‌ me, Miss Aiselin?”⁠

“…Because‌ you thought I’d‌⁠ accept right away‌ since I desperately⁠​​ need the money?”‌

“…That‍‍​ reason isn’t entirely‌‌‌ absent.”

Dereck​‍ sat next to‌​‌ Aiselin by the⁠⁠ fire and spoke‍⁠⁠ to her.

“Because‍‌‍ someone like you‌⁠⁠ needs to accompany⁠ me.”

“Someone‍​ like me…?”

“Specifically,⁠⁠​ someone who is⁠​‍ obviously elegant, refined,​​‍ and beautiful.”

“Eh?”‌‌‌

At​‌​ that sudden shower⁠⁠ of compliments, Aiselin⁠ held her breath⁠‌‌ and awkwardly lowered⁠ her gaze.

“E-even​‍ if you flatter‌​⁠ me like that‍ all of a sudden… nothing special‍​ is going to​ happen…”

“I’m⁠ just telling the​ truth. Unlike me,​⁠ who is a bit rough and‌ vulgar, you’re clearly⁠‍ a cultured and‌⁠ elegant person. That‍ difference is important.”⁠

Aiselin’s⁠ face turned red⁠‍ at Dereck’s blunt⁠‌ words, but she‌ knew he wasn’t⁠​‌ saying them to​​⁠ flirt with her.‍​

“I⁠​⁠ mentioned I had‍⁠‍ a plan. I’d‌ already heard about‌‍ Lady Siern, and⁠‍​ there were aspects‌ that would be‌ difficult for me‍‌‍ to handle alone.⁠ I planned to‍ ask for your​ help with that.”‍

“Things‍​​ like etiquette, social⁠‍ manners, and knowledge⁠‌​ about dancing…?”

“No.​​ All that is⁠​ secondary.”

“What…?⁠​⁠ Isn’t that important…?”​​​

After‍⁠ all, that kind‍ of cultural knowledge‌​ could be taught⁠‌ as long as‍‍ they managed to​ win Siern over.⁠⁠​ The most important‌⁠ thing was how‌‌‌ to dominate Siern.‌

“We‍‍‍ need a carrot-and-stick‍‌ approach. I’ll be‌‌⁠ the stick, and​ you, Miss Aiselin,‌⁠ will be the‍ carrot.”

“W-what‍‌ do you mean​‍ by that…?”

“Hmm…‌⁠ I already have‌ a plan. Want‌ to hear it?‍​ Actually, it’s a strategy I learned‍ from an old‌ friend in the​‌⁠ slums. It seemed‌‌ pretty convincing, so​‌‍ I decided to​ adopt it.”

Dereck‌⁠‌ had many acquaintances​⁠‍ in the slums,​ but few he‍⁠‍ could call “friends.”‍‍⁠

Since​‍ he had always⁠​ been treated as‍ an outsider in​⁠ noble circles, Aiselin​‍ felt curious to​ know who this⁠⁠ old friend he‍‌ mentioned was.

‘Why‌ am I so⁠​ interested in that…?​​ I think I’m​ getting too nosy…’‍‍⁠

However,​​‍ she quickly shook⁠‌ her head and⁠⁠​ refocused on Dereck’s⁠‌ words.

“It’s​ called… the abused‍‌​ wife strategy.”

“…”‌

“Sounds‍ strange?”

“Your⁠⁠‌ friend’s family life…⁠‍ must not have​‌ been easy…”

Dereck​ remembered the young‍ archer who used⁠‌​ to run through‍⁠ the slums to‍ support her elderly⁠‍ mother.

Now⁠‍‍ that her mother‌⁠ had passed away,‌‌ her life as​‌ a total orphan‍‌ wasn’t any easier‌‌ than his.

“There’s‌ no one in‌​ the slums who‌‍ doesn’t have a story. I didn’t​‍ bring it up‌⁠‌ to talk about‌⁠​ sad things. Miss‍​​ Aiselin, you just​ have to play‌⁠​ the role of‍⁠ the abused wife.”‍‌

What‌ the hell did‍​ that mean? That‍⁠​ was the question‍​‌ about to come⁠‍ out. Aiselin waited‌⁠ silently, thinking Dereck​ would explain soon.​​

“Then‌⁠ I’ll play the⁠ pathetic husband.”

“H-husband?‍​ W-what do you‌‌‌ mean by that?​​ H-husband… If someone‍⁠ hears that, they’ll‍ get the wrong‍ idea…”

“It’s​‌‍ a metaphor. I’ll​⁠ explain the plan​‍ in detail.”

Dereck⁠ looked out the‍⁠ window at the⁠‌ swirling snowstorm.

Behind⁠‌​ Aiselin, who twisted​​⁠ her fingers and‍‍⁠ looked around, the‌ storm intensified.

Staying​​ too long in​ this remote place‌​ wouldn’t be good.‌‌​ The best thing‌ was to get‍ everything they could​ from Lord Melverot‍ and leave as⁠‌​ soon as possible.‌⁠‌

For⁠‍ that, they needed⁠ to reform Lady‌ Siern’s mindset as​‌‌ quickly as possible.‌‌ After all, she‌‍ was the only​​ daughter of the⁠​ continent’s greatest mage.⁠‍​

Once‌‍ they had her⁠ under control, it‌​⁠ wouldn’t be surprising​ if rumors spread⁠⁠ that there was‌‍​ no lady on‌ the continent they‍ couldn’t educate.

Personal‌​​ gain was important‌⁠​ too, and besides,​​ there was a magical artifact that‍ Dereck wanted to⁠ obtain from Lord​ Melverot.

There​‍‌ was no reason‍⁠ to waste time⁠ here. Dereck spoke⁠‌⁠ with a more⁠⁠ serious expression.

“Miss​ Aiselin. Are you⁠‌⁠ good at acting?”‍

“Y-yes…”​‍​

As‌⁠ Dereck continued explaining⁠ his plan, Aiselin’s​⁠ expression gradually hardened.‍

“D-Dereck…​⁠ are you really‌‌ okay with this?”⁠⁠

***⁠‌

– U-Ugh! It’s a monster!

– Lord Melverot! No⁠‌⁠ matter what, how‍⁠‍ can you bring‌‌‌ something like that⁠​​ to the mansion!‍​ This isn’t something⁠‍ that can be‍‍ taught or controlled!‌‍‍ We must report​‌⁠ to the royal​‌‌ family officially…!

– S-Save me! Please!⁠⁠ Just my life…​​ You can cut‌‍ off my arms​⁠​ and legs… Just⁠ let me live…‌‍​

– What… it’s you…?​​‌

Whoosh!​

The⁠‍ moment countless fragments⁠‌​ of memories surged‍‌⁠ from the other⁠‍ side of the​​ dream, Siern’s eyes‍‌​ flew open.

The‍‌‌ air was warm⁠⁠ from the cozy‍‍ fireplace. The scent‍​ of freshly washed‍ blankets tickled her⁠⁠ nose, and from​‌ time to time,‌ the sound of​‍ a snowstorm striking‌⁠‌ the glass filled‍‍ the room.

Siern,⁠⁠ who sat up⁠ abruptly, remembered her‌‌ last memory. It​ was the memory​ of having exchanged‍​⁠ magic with a man named Derek.‍⁠‌

He‌ moved as if‍‍ he knew exactly​ where Siern was‍‍ heading, predicting every⁠ one of her⁠ movements, and without‌‌ giving her a chance to counterattack,‌⁠‍ he had subdued‌⁠​ her with a three-star spell.

Just‍‍ before falling, when‌ their eyes met,​​ Siern had involuntarily‌ swallowed dryly.

He‌‌ was different from⁠‍‍ the magic instructors⁠ who had come‌ to this far​⁠‌ northern land to​ teach her.

He‌‍‍ wasn’t a scholar⁠‍‍ locked away in⁠​⁠ books, but a man who had⁠‍‍ truly survived countless​​​ battles, ripping monsters‍ apart entirely.

Although⁠‌‍ Siern had no​ prior information about‌‌ him, she could​‍​ feel it just⁠‌‍ by facing his​​‍ murderous intent.

He​‌‌ had killed countless⁠ monsters. He was‍​ a man used​‌‍ to taking lives.‍

‘It’s‌‍ better not to​‍ face him head-on.⁠​‌ I should ambush⁠‌ him when no‌‌ one is around⁠⁠‌ or attack while​ he’s asleep and‍‍ somehow drive him‍‍ out of the‍‌‌ mansion.’

Just‍⁠⁠ as she was‌‍ thinking that and​‌‌ turned her gaze‌‍ away from the​⁠⁠ bed…

“Ah.”‌

“You’re​ awake?”

The‌​ white-haired man she​‍ had just been‍‌​ thinking about was​ sitting at the⁠ table in the‌‍​ corner, reading a book with his‌ legs crossed.

He⁠ looked so relaxed‍‌ that the image​‍ of him chasing​‍ her through the‍⁠⁠ snowy field, bleeding,​ seemed like a thing of the‌‍ past.

Siern​⁠‍ quickly threw off⁠ the blanket and​ jumped to the​‌‍ opposite corner, taking​‌ a defensive stance.‌‌‍

“You…​​ you… why are‍‌​ you here…?”

“You‌‌‌ already know the‌‌ reason, don’t you?‌⁠ Lady Siern, you‍⁠‍ will learn magic‌‍ from me.”

“Why​‍ should I learn‌⁠⁠ magic from you?‌‌‍ You’ll probably just‌​‌ spout nonsense, then​‍ give up and⁠⁠⁠ leave.”

“That’s‌‌​ for me to‌‍‌ decide. I’ll also‌ set the class​ schedule starting tomorrow.”​⁠

“Go‍⁠ to hell.”

Siern⁠ used telekinesis to‍⁠​ hurl the table.‌‍ Dereck closed his‌‍ book, lowered his‍⁠ stance, and rolled​ across the floor⁠‌ to dodge.

Crash!‍ Crack!

Thud!‍ Boom!

Several‍⁠ other pieces of‌‍ furniture flew at‍‌‍ him, but none​ touched his body.‍‍

Dereck⁠‍ dodged from side‌ to side and,⁠‍⁠ before she realized⁠‍ it, was already‍‌‍ in front of​⁠ Siern, grabbing her‌‌ arm.

Snap!‌‌

“Ahhh!”‌⁠

As‌ he stared at⁠​‍ her with an​‌ intimidating gaze, Siern’s​​⁠ body began to​‍ tremble again.

Even‌ if his opponent​‍ was a haughty⁠‌⁠ brat, Dereck was​ unfazed. His red‌ eyes, filled with⁠⁠⁠ murderous intent, were⁠ excessively terrifying for​ such a naïve‌‌ girl.

At​ that moment, Siern​ understood. Her opponent‌ was an expert‍ in these types‍‍ of situations.

Surely,‍‍‌ his goal was​ to subdue or‌⁠‍ manipulate people like‍⁠‍ her, taming them‍⁠ like docile sheep.‍​

As‌‌ soon as she‌ grasped that objective,‌​ an even stronger‍ sense of rebellion‍‍ arose.

“You‍‍​ think I’ll listen‌‍‍ to you? Don’t⁠​ waste your time‌‌ and go back‍ to the southwest.‌‍ There’s no place‌⁠​ for you in‍​ the north.”

“Looks⁠⁠ like you need⁠⁠‍ a few more‌ knocks to come​​​ to your senses.”​

From​ any perspective, a commoner shouldn’t speak⁠ like that to⁠⁠‍ a noble. How​ could he still​ have his head‌​‌ on his shoulders‌‌ after doing such​ things?

It‍‍ was incredible, but⁠⁠ Dereck had already​‌ accumulated numerous merits.‌ The reason he⁠‌ could act so‌⁠‍ arrogantly in front‌ of nobles was​⁠⁠ that he had‌ already proven himself​‌⁠ as a certified‍‌​ magic instructor.

The‌‌ story of how​‌​ he slapped the‌ infamous brat Diella⁠⁠‍ of the southwest⁠​ upon meeting her​⁠⁠ was no longer‍ a family secret,‌‌‍ but a fact‌⁠ known to those‍⁠ in the know.⁠‍

Dereck’s⁠⁠‍ unique sense of⁠​‌ righteousness, which didn’t‍⁠​ waver even before‍ a noble lady,​‍ was something ordinary‍ instructors couldn’t imitate.‍ If a commoner‌​ without achievements did‌ something like that,‌​​ he would be‌‍ treated as a traitor, but for⁠‌ an instructor with‍​ multiple merits, the​​​ meaning was entirely‌⁠‌ different.

Of‌ course, he also​⁠ had the skills​⁠ to back it‌ up.

No‌⁠⁠ matter how great‌​​ Siern’s magical abilities‌⁠‍ were, she couldn’t‍​ easily break free‍​ from Dereck’s grip.⁠‍‌

Boom!⁠

But‌‌ that didn’t mean‍ she wouldn’t try.⁠

Siern​‌ cast the two-star‌⁠‍ combat spell ‘Quick⁠​⁠ Explosion’, setting the‌​⁠ room ablaze.

Fwoosh!‍​

Dereck‌⁠⁠ quickly used his‍​ magic to shield‍​ himself from the‍​‌ impact, but lost‍ his grip on⁠ her wrist.

With‌ her newfound freedom,‍ Siern kicked open​ the door and‌‍‌ dashed out of⁠​ the tower. She‌ was making it⁠ very clear that‌​​ she had no⁠ intention of dealing‌⁠ with Dereck any‍‌ longer.

Whoosh!⁠

However,​‍​ Dereck chased her⁠‌‌ quickly. He moved​ even faster than⁠⁠⁠ when hunting monsters.​⁠​

The‌ murderous intent in⁠ his eyes remained.​‌ He was a ruthless human, as⁠ if he had​⁠ come to beat‍⁠ Siern mercilessly.

“Ugh…!”⁠

Siern‍‍ wrapped herself in⁠ magic and ran⁠⁠‌ out beyond the​ mansion wall. As⁠‍ long as she⁠‍⁠ could put some⁠​ distance, Dereck wouldn’t​ find her in​ the vast snowy‍‍ field.

Just‍‍ as she was‌​ about to leap⁠​ over the wall,‍​ Dereck, moving like⁠⁠​ a beast, grabbed​‌‍ her by the​‍‍ nape.

Snap!‍‍​

Siern,‌‍ still in her⁠ dress, rolled across‍ the snowy ground,​⁠​ shook the snow⁠​‍ from her hair,​ and glared fiercely⁠​ at Dereck.

“Ugh…​ That hurts…”

“It​‍‌ needs to hurt‍​‍ more. Since you‍ don’t listen to​‌‌ words, I have​ no choice but‌ to correct you⁠‍ through pain.”

“You…‍ think… this is‌ okay?”

“I’ll⁠‌​ take care of‍‍ the consequences.”

With​​ that, Dereck pulled​‍ out the staff‍​⁠ he carried on‍ his back. Seeing‌ it, Siern’s eyes​ widened in shock,​‍‍ and she swallowed​ dryly.

It‍‌ was the four-star‌ staff ‘Footsteps’. Four⁠​ old wooden branches​​⁠ intertwined, with a large gem embedded⁠‌‍ at the top.‍

‘He‌‌‌ knows how to‍ use a staff…?’⁠⁠

Using‌‍‌ a magical weapon⁠⁠ requires not only‍‌ advanced magical skills⁠ but also experience.‍

Whether‍ a wand or​ a magical weapon…⁠‍‍ just being able‌‌‍ to use it​​‍ already far surpasses⁠‌⁠ the level of​ an ordinary mage.‍​

She​ had already sensed⁠⁠​ something strange when‌ he subdued her‍‌​ without causing serious⁠‍ harm, but now​​ it was clear—Dereck​ had reached a level where he‌ wasn’t intimidated even‍‍ by nobles.

“Do‍⁠ you know the⁠⁠ name of this​​ staff? Since you’re‌​ from the north,⁠ you might know⁠‌ it, Lady Siern.”‌‍

“Made​‌‌ by Aidenbrew… ‘Wanderer’…‌ or… ‘Footsteps’…?”

“No.‌‍‍ Actually, I renamed​ it.”

It’s⁠‌‍ not uncommon for‌ users to rename​‌ their magical weapons.​​⁠ Though the original‌‌ name is usually‌​‌ more famous and,‌⁠⁠ out of respect⁠‍⁠ for the creator,​ it’s not customary…‌⁠ Dereck didn’t care.​

“…It’s‌⁠ called the Whip‌ of Love.”

“You’re…‌⁠‌ completely insane…”

Whoosh!‌‍ Whoosh!

Dereck‌ swung the staff‍⁠‍ like a club.⁠‌ It was questionable​‌‍ whether he was‍​ even a mage.⁠

Whoosh!⁠‍​ Whoosh!

The⁠​ sound of the‌​ staff cutting through‍‍ the air was⁠‌⁠ terrifying. Even a single hit would‌⁠‍ be enough to‌ make her calves‍​ swell in pain.‌‌

Siern‍‌ swallowed dryly again‍‌ and tried to​​ flee. But Dereck,​‌‌ already familiar with⁠ her patterns, easily‍⁠ made her trip.‍​⁠

Snap!⁠ Thud!

Siern‌​ rolled once through​ the thick snow,‌​‌ gritted her teeth,⁠ and got up⁠​‌ on her hands.‍‌

Looking‍⁠‌ back, she swallowed‌‍ dryly once more.⁠‌⁠

Holding‍⁠ the Whip of​​‍ Love, a terrifying​ man, embodying love,​​ dedication, and the​‌‍ virtues of a teacher, was approaching.⁠⁠⁠ He was truly‌⁠ a master of⁠ this era.

“I’m‍ not doing this⁠‍ because I want‌‌ to. I’m doing‌ it for your‍⁠⁠ sake, Lady Siern.‌‍⁠ Striking someone is​​‍ never the right​​ thing to do.‌‍ When I swing‌ this whip… my‌ heart breaks. I feel a strong​ burning inside… My‍ soul aches… But‍‍ correcting people is⁠​ my duty. Even​‍‍ if my heart‍‍ breaks and my‍​ mind falls apart,‌‌ I have to‌ do it for‍‍ you, Lady Siern.”‌

“L-Liar..!⁠ Your heart breaks…‌ W-When has that​​​ ever happened…! Don’t‌‌⁠ come any closer…!”​‌​

“Now‍​‍ then, how many‌​‍ lashes do you⁠​‌ think you deserve,‌‍‌ Lady Siern? You⁠‌ decide. Tell me,​ and I’ll give​⁠​ you that number.”⁠

Dereck’s‌‍‍ eyes sparkled and⁠​​ his breath puffed‍ in the cold​‍​ air.

Seeing‍ him as an⁠​‍ uncontrollable monster, Siern‌‌ took a step‌‍ back in the‌‌⁠ snowy field.

However,​ she couldn’t shake⁠ off Dereck. Escaping​‌ from someone skilled​​‌ in tracking magic‌ using only acceleration‌ and transformation magic‌⁠ was virtually impossible.‌‌‌

Just‍ as Siern’s fingertips‌‌ began to tremble,⁠ something unexpected happened.‍⁠ While she didn’t⁠ know how to‌‌‌ escape and her‌‍ vision dimmed…

“Mr.‌ Dereck! Stop!”

Whoosh!‍​

Aiselin,‍⁠ who had run‍⁠ through the snowy​‍‌ field, placed herself​ between Dereck and​ Siern.

With⁠‌ arms outstretched, she‍⁠‌ shielded Siern with⁠ a frown.

Having​ lived a long‍‍​ life as a high-ranking noble, she​ exuded elegance even​⁠​ while standing still.​⁠

Even​‍‍ amid the snowstorm,⁠ her nobility shone‌‍​ brightly.

Her⁠⁠ bold figure was‌‍ like that of​‍‍ a heroine shining​ radiantly in the​‌ midst of adversity.​​⁠ It was the‌⁠ kind of strength⁠​ seen in the​ protagonists of Denise’s​⁠‍ novels.

Dereck,‍​​ a devoted reader‌⁠‌ of The Arrogant​ Lord Robain, admired‌ Aiselin’s appearance in‍‍ silence.

Soon,‍⁠ with a face‍⁠⁠ full of determination,‌‍‌ Aiselin shouted for‍ all to hear.​⁠

“Violence!​ Is bad! Yes!⁠​⁠ It’s bad! Violence!!!”‍

Unfortunately,⁠⁠ the heavens hadn’t‌⁠ granted her the‍ same talent for‍​ dialogue as Denise.‍‍

“…”⁠‌

Dereck,⁠ in essence, respected⁠⁠​ Aiselin, but he‍‍ couldn’t praise her‍‍ acting skills.

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