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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 74: People (1)

Chapter 74: People (1)

The⁠ first time Siern​​ killed someone was⁠⁠​ when she was⁠‌ around ten years⁠​‌ old.

One​‌ day, she suddenly‍ killed a maid‍​​ who had brought⁠‍ her a snack.‌

At‌​ that young age,​‍ she stood still,​ covered in blood,⁠⁠‌ silently staring at‍⁠ the young servant‍ lying lifeless in⁠ a corner of⁠‍‌ the room.

Bang!⁠‌‌

When‍​ Lord Melverot burst‍ into the room,‌⁠ Siern was simply​ there, drenched in‍‍‌ blood.

She⁠ showed no signs⁠ of fear or​​⁠ trembling over what‌‌ she had done,‌‌⁠ nor any concern⁠ about how to⁠‍ deal with the‌‌‌ consequences.

Her​⁠ pale eyes, visible⁠‍ through her blood-splattered⁠​‍ cheeks, looked at​ him silently. The⁠⁠‍ stains on her‍‌ white pajamas looked‍​ like part of​⁠⁠ the decorative lace.‍⁠

Even‍ when the servants‌ who arrived afterward⁠⁠ covered their mouths​​ in horror, and‌⁠⁠ the squires rushed⁠‌ to clean the⁠ scene… Siern remained‍‌ calm and indifferent.‍

The​‍‍ servants were terrified‍ by the scene,​⁠ but her father,⁠‌ Lord Melverot, didn’t​ even frown.

The⁠‌⁠ butler Layton watched‌ him and thought.‍‌

Even⁠‌​ upon witnessing the‍ murder committed by‍ his daughter, he​‌ didn’t show a trace of distress…‍⁠ as if he‍‌ had expected it​ from the start.‌​⁠

Siern’s‌ indiscriminate murderous impulse⁠‍ had begun without‍‌ warning.

And‍⁠​ yet, despite the‍​ series of shocking‌‌​ events, Melverot never‍ once showed a sign of panic.‍​⁠

***⁠

“Mr.⁠ Dereck!! That’s enough!!‍ If you try⁠‍ to control Lady‍‍‌ Siern with violence!!‍​ I, I…!! In‍‌‌ the name of‍⁠​ Duplain!! I won’t​‌​ stand by and‍⁠‌ do nothing!!”

Dereck​ thought he couldn’t​⁠‍ allow Aiselin to‍‌‌ continue that performance.‌‌⁠

Her⁠‍ terrible sense for​ dialogue, the awkward⁠​‍ tone that popped​ up here and​ there, and those⁠⁠ sudden outbursts of⁠‍ rage were completely⁠​ off.

It​ was probably because‌⁠ she had almost‍⁠ no experience raising⁠‌ her voice at‍‌ someone.

Maybe​ it was too⁠⁠ much to demand‍ such emotions from⁠⁠ a girl who⁠‍‌ had always lived‌​‍ as an elegant​‍⁠ and refined lady.‌

Dereck⁠ raised his staff‌‍ and spoke.

“Lady​⁠ Aiselin. I’m someone​ who doesn’t worry⁠ about consequences. Lord​ Melverot ordered me⁠ to reform Lady‌‍ Siern by any‌​ means necessary, and⁠​ I will use‍‌⁠ every tool at‍ my disposal to‍​ achieve results. If​ Lady Aiselin interferes,​⁠⁠ I’ll have no‌‌‌ choice but to‍‌ remove her by‌ force.”

“I‍ am the lady‍‍ of the Duplain‌‌ duchy. Don’t you‌⁠ dare… don’t you​‍‌ dare…! No! Don’t⁠​ you dare speak​‌ of using force​‍ in front of‌‍⁠ me!! How dare‍‍ you!!”

“…”⁠‌⁠

Dereck‌‌ felt great confusion‌‍ trying to follow​​​ the emotional track.‍​

Aiselin’s⁠​ acting was a black hole that‍⁠‌ swallowed all emotion‍‌‍ around it. If⁠​ that continued, a real disaster would‌ occur, so Dereck⁠​‌ raised his magical‌ power and increased‍‌ his pressure.

Whooosh.⁠‍

Dereck’s‌‍‍ mana swirled around​‌ him, and the‌‌‍ accumulated snowflakes began​ to form a mist.

Siern,⁠⁠⁠ lying down, held⁠ her breath and‌ nervously swallowed, but⁠‍ Aiselin stepped forward⁠⁠​ again, spreading her​ arms to block​ Dereck.

“If⁠⁠ you’re going to‌⁠‍ shoot… then shoot!​‌ I won’t move​ from here!!”

Dereck’s‌⁠‍ magical power concentrated‌​ at the tip‍ of his staff.​

And‍ the two-star combat‌⁠ magic, Fireball, began​‍​ to take shape.‍ Just from manifesting⁠⁠⁠ it, the snow​⁠⁠ around began to‍‌‍ melt, exposing the⁠ ground.

Siern‌ trembled and swallowed​ hard. A direct​‌⁠ hit from a fireball like that​⁠‌ would be fatal.​‍‌

If⁠‍ she tried to⁠ escape, Dereck would‍​‌ predict her movements‍ and stop her.​‌‌ If she stayed⁠ still, he’d beat⁠‌ her to death.​⁠

Despite‌ Dereck’s cruel teaching⁠ policy, Siern tried‍‌ to stand up⁠ as best she‍‍⁠ could. But her⁠​‌ legs were too​‍ weak to move.‌

While‍‍‌ Siern trembled in​‌ fear, Aiselin stood​​‌ with arms outstretched,​⁠ facing Dereck.

Despite​‌ the overwhelming magical​​‍ pressure, with her‍​ fingertips trembling, she‍ expressed her determination‌ not to yield.​⁠​

The​⁠ cold-blooded mage before‌​‍ her, as if‌​ the lady of⁠‍ the Duplain family​ meant nothing, amassed‌ even more magical⁠ power and generated‍​⁠ a fireball larger‍⁠ than a human‌⁠‌ body. That level​ of flame was‌ near the peak⁠‍ of two-star magic.​‌

“This⁠⁠​ is your last​⁠ warning. Move aside.”​⁠

“If⁠ you hurt me…‍ Mr. Dereck, you‍⁠‌ won’t get away‍ with it…!”

“I⁠‍ told you I wouldn’t stop at‌​⁠ anything. If you‌ ignore my final​‌ warning, I’ll have​ no choice.”

As​⁠ exaggerated as it​⁠ sounded, it was‌‌​ hard to believe‌​ he’d cast a spell of that‍ magnitude at the⁠ young lady of‍ the Duplain duchy.​⁠

But⁠​‍ he was a scoundrel who had​⁠‍ even tried to‌​​ beat the lady​​ of the Rochester‌ family, Siern. The⁠‍ fear that he​ might actually do‍⁠‍ it began to‌‍​ grip Siern’s heart.‍⁠

Whoosh!‍‌‌

And‌​ indeed, Dereck fired⁠ the fireball. It⁠​ was a scene​​‌ hard to believe​ even with one’s​​ own eyes.

Aiselin,​​‍ arms open in​‍ front of Siern,​ trembled from head⁠​​ to toe with⁠ her eyes closed.⁠‍ Even faced with⁠ the oncoming fireball,⁠‍ she didn’t move⁠‍ an inch.

Soon,‌ the fireball exploded.‍‍‍

Boom!!​

A massive explosion echoed,​‍⁠ and flames filled‌⁠‌ the entire field​‍‌ of vision.

The‍‍ intense heat melted‍‍ all the surrounding‌ snow. Smoke rose,‌⁠‍ and the image⁠ of the fire‌ lingered like a burn in the‍‌‍ eyes.

“…”‍‌

The‌‌ fireball missed its​‌‌ mark.

When⁠⁠ Siern opened her‍‍ eyes wide, the​‌ spell had only‌​‌ grazed Aiselin and⁠​ struck the ground.⁠‌⁠

Aiselin,⁠‌⁠ still in a protective stance in‍ front of Siern,‍ remained with arms‍‍‌ outstretched. The trembling​ of her fingers‍​⁠ revealed the fear‌⁠ she felt.

And⁠⁠​ still, Aiselin didn’t⁠‍ move an inch.​⁠‍

Biting‌‌⁠ her lower lip,⁠‌‌ she stared at‍‌​ Dereck with resolve,‌​ but her body⁠​ shook uncontrollably.

Dereck‍ watched her silently,‌ then finally slung⁠⁠ his staff over​ his back.

“I’ll​‌ let it go‌​ this time. But‍‌ if you interfere‌​‍ again…”

Amid‍‌​ the swirling snow,‌ his chilling red‍ eyes locked onto‍ both of them.‌‌‍

“You’ll‍ pay for it.”‍

With⁠ that, Dereck turned​ his cloak and‍‌‍ walked toward the‍‌​ mansion’s main building.‍⁠⁠

His​ retreating silhouette looked‌‍‌ like that of⁠ a reaper who⁠⁠ had postponed a death sentence.

The⁠‌​ fear that had​​​ overtaken Siern’s body‍​ climbed up her⁠‌​ spine.

Crunch,‌​​ crunch.

Thud.‌⁠

When​ Dereck disappeared from​ sight, Aiselin’s legs‍​ gave out and‍⁠ she fell onto‌​ the snow. She⁠‌⁠ took several deep‍ breaths.

After‍‌ a moment to⁠ calm herself, Aiselin‌‍‌ quickly turned her⁠⁠‌ head toward Siern.‍

Siern,‍‌ unable to move‌‌‍ due to her‍‍⁠ weakened legs, trembled.​ Aiselin looked at‍ her and managed⁠‌​ to force a smile.

“Lady⁠‍ Siern. You were‍‌‌ very scared, weren’t‍ you? That insolent‍⁠⁠ mercenary Dereck is‌ always like that.​ He thinks everything‍ can be solved‍⁠ with violence…”

“I-I…⁠⁠⁠ I… then…”

“It’s⁠ okay. It’s understandable‍ that you’re confused.‍‌⁠ Are you hurt?‍‍​ Let me see​‍ your wounds.”

With​⁠‌ great effort, Aiselin⁠​​ managed to stand‌‌ up and, dragging⁠‍ her tired body,‌‌ crouched in front⁠​ of Siern.

Even​‍ in her confusion,⁠‍‍ Siern felt a certain warmth in‌ seeing her.

Aiselin‌⁠⁠ had a kind​ heart that knew‍‌ how to welcome‌ others, and her‍​ appearance held something⁠ noble and sacred.‌‌‌

Seeing‍ her protect and⁠​ comfort with sincerity‍ was something that‌‍ could move anyone.‌‍⁠ That’s why Dereck⁠‌ had insisted on⁠​‍ bringing Aiselin. If‌ he played the‍ role of the‌⁠‌ whip, someone had‍⁠‌ to play the⁠ role of comfort.​‌​

In‍‌ fact, even as‌​‌ Siern backed away,⁠ she felt a strange relief watching⁠​ Aiselin approach with⁠ long strides.

“Come​‍⁠ on, show me‌‌​ your wounds. If‍‍‍ we treat them‍ quickly, they won’t​ leave a scar.”⁠

“N-no,​ I don’t want‌‍ to…”

When‌‍ Aiselin extended her‌‍​ hand, Siern pushed‌ it away with​ a dry sound.‌‌

However,​‌ even as she‌​ looked at the⁠​ hand she had‌‌‍ rejected, Siern’s gaze‍​⁠ trembled with confusion.‌

“…It’s‍ okay. You don’t​⁠ have to be‍ so tense.”

Flash!‍⁠

As‍‌ Aiselin spoke again​‍ in a gentle⁠​⁠ tone, Siern quickly‍‍⁠ ran toward the​​‍ tower and vanished.‍​‌

The​ confusion on her⁠‌ face was understandable.⁠​​ Too many things⁠​‍ had happened in‌ too little time.‌‌

Still,‍‌​ it was noteworthy​‍ that she didn’t​ hurt Aiselin.

Tap,‌​‌ tap.

Watching​‍ Siern escape quickly‌‍⁠ by stepping on​​‍ the building’s ledges,‍‌​ Aiselin sighed.

Due‍ to the northern‍​ cold air, a puff of breath‍⁠‌ escaped her small‍‍ lips. It was‍ hard to judge​ whether Siern had​ opened her heart‍ or not, just‍ based on her‌ reaction.

“Ambiguous…”⁠

Murmured​⁠ Aiselin with a discouraged expression.

***‌‌​

Knock,‍ knock, knock.

“Come‍​​ in.”

Dereck‌​‍ had just finished‌​‍ bathing in the‍ guest room and⁠ was drying his‌ hair. Naturally, he⁠‍​ was lightly dressed.⁠‌​

As​‍​ he shook out​‌ his hair in‍​ the robe handed​⁠‍ to him by‍⁠⁠ the servants, the⁠⁠⁠ door opened and‌ Aiselin entered.

“Mr.‍⁠‌ Derek, about Lady‌ Siern…”

Bang!​

And‌ then she shut⁠ the door again.⁠

In‍ reality, although the⁠​ amount of exposed‍​⁠ skin on Dereck​⁠⁠ was minimal, even‍ that slight glimpse‌ of his torso​⁠ was excessively stimulating⁠⁠⁠ for Aiselin.

The​​ speed with which⁠ she backed into⁠‍ the hallway without‍ finishing her sentence‍‌ was comparable to‍‌‍ that of a veteran mercenary.

“D-D-Dereck,⁠‌‍ I didn’t know​​⁠ you weren’t dressed.⁠ I-I’m really sorry.”⁠⁠​

“It’s​ fine. I thought⁠​⁠ you were a servant since you‍‍‌ knocked. If you‌ had spoken first,​⁠​ I would’ve come‍‌ out.”

“I-I‌‌‍ was just going‍‌‍ to be brief​ since you must‍ be tired…”

“What‍ noble lady goes​ to a commoner’s‌‌ room? Even if‍⁠⁠ your family is‌‌ in hardship, you‌⁠​ should act according‍⁠​ to your status.”​‍

“I-I‍ told you.”

Hearing‍ a deep breath⁠ on the other‍ side of the⁠‌ door, Dereck quickly‍​ put on a tunic and leather​‌ pants.

“I’ve⁠‍ decided to accept​‌‌ that I’m a fallen noble. I must stand firm‌‌ and with confidence.”‍

The⁠ image of a fallen noble that‌‌ Aiselin had seemed‍​ more like a woman full of‍ vitality overcoming adversity​​ than someone wandering‌ dark alleys.

If‌‍ she saw it⁠ that way herself,⁠‌‍ there was no⁠​ reason to correct‌⁠⁠ her.

After​⁠⁠ checking his appearance,​‌‍ Dereck opened the‌ door.

He‍ saw Aiselin sitting⁠ against the hallway​‍ wall, her face‌‌⁠ buried in her⁠‌ knees.

It‍⁠‍ was something he‌⁠ would never have⁠⁠ imagined while they⁠ discussed philosophy or​ history in the⁠‌‌ Rose Hall.

Since‌ she got involved​ in her family’s⁠⁠ affairs, this truth​‍ had become evident:​‌ Aiselin was much​​‌ more naïve than​‌‍ he had thought.​​​

It⁠ seemed she had​‌ been quite skilled‌​⁠ at playing the​‌‍ noble lady role‍ until now. After‌​‍ all, in aristocratic‍⁠ circles, one didn’t‌⁠​ get involved in‍​‍ such trivial incidents.‍‍​

“Are‍ you dressed?”

“Yes.”‌⁠⁠

“Are⁠​ you really dressed?”‍

“Yes.”‌

Dereck‍⁠‍ responded without changing‍‍ tone.

Aiselin‌‍ lifted her head​‍ sharply, quickly entered⁠‌ the room, and​​‌ sat at a table in the⁠‌ corner.

She​ cleared her throat,​ regained her polite‌⁠ expression, and spoke​‌⁠ in an archaic‌ manner.

“Pardon⁠ the spectacle.”

“It’s‍‍‌ no problem. You‍⁠ came to talk‌⁠​ about Lady Siern,‌‍ right?”

“Yes…⁠⁠ We just parted‌‌‌ ways after a scandal…”

“How‌‍‍ did Lady Siern​ react?”

“She‌​ seemed bewildered… but‌ I don’t think⁠‍⁠ she completely closed‍ her heart.”

From‍‍‌ the start, Aiselin⁠‌⁠ and Dereck had⁠⁠‍ already anticipated it.‌‌

Aiselin​ would be the‌ one to embrace,⁠‌ understand, listen, empathize,⁠‌ and console.

Dereck‍⁠ would be the​ one to scold,‍ get angry, punish,​ suppress, and instill⁠ fear.

It​ was expected that​ if both fulfilled‌‌⁠ their roles well,‌‍⁠ Siern would eventually⁠ open up to‍ Aiselin.

Aiselin​‍‌ had expressed from‍‌​ the beginning her‌ doubts about making⁠‍ Dereck take the​​ role of the‍‍‌ villain.

But‌ Dereck wasn’t someone​‌ who cared about​‍​ that.

Gaining⁠⁠‌ affection or hostility‍‌ was just a matter of correcting​‌​ mentalities. He was‌ a man focused‌‌​ on results, not‍​ human relationships.

Still,‌ Aiselin would glance⁠ at him or⁠ ask if he⁠‍ was okay, as​ if feeling guilty.​‍ Each time, Dereck‌‍​ would simply say‍⁠ it was fine.‌​

“Anyway,‍ I don’t think​‍‌ we should rush​‌ too much. We​​ could say our‍ brilliant teamwork is‌⁠ bearing fruit.”

“…”‍‍

“I‌ know… I’m not​‍‍ good at acting.‌‍ Even after taking​‍ lessons from the⁠ best actors in‍ the Levelton company,⁠‍‍ it didn’t work…”⁠

Aiselin‍​⁠ finally confessed it.‌ And it was​‌ true that a crisis had almost⁠​‍ broken out because⁠ of how bad​⁠⁠ her acting was.​

“It’s‍‍⁠ strange, isn’t it?⁠‍ I can hide⁠‍‌ my emotions in‍ a salon chat,​​ but… when I try to act⁠​‌ for real, I stutter…”

“Not‍ just you, Lady⁠ Aiselin. Acting is​​‌ hard and stressful⁠​​ by nature.”

“And‌​​ here I am,‍⁠​ being comforted again‍‍ by Mr. Dereck…‍⁠ I didn’t come‍‌ north for this…”‌⁠

Aiselin‌ sighed deeply, then‍‍ shook her head‌​⁠ and clenched her⁠‌​ fist.

“This⁠‌ isn’t the time‍‍ to be discouraged.⁠ In the end,‍ I’m getting paid,‍​​ so I have‌ to do my⁠ part…”

“It​⁠ doesn’t matter whether‌⁠ you act or⁠‍ not. You’re doing​​ quite well.”

“Don’t‍⁠ praise me so⁠ much, Mr. Dereck.‍​​ I told you‍‌⁠ I’ve accepted my⁠‍‍ status as a fallen noble.”

“What’s​ the point of​‍‍ pointing out what‍ you already know?”‍

“Ugh…”‌‌​

“And​‌ even though there‌⁠​ were some clumsy‌ parts at first,⁠‌ you did well​‍‍ after that.”

“R-really?”‍​​

When‌​‍ Aiselin glanced at​ him, Dereck was⁠​ direct.

“Yes.​‍‌ The trembling of​ your fingers, your‍ unsure voice just‌​‍ before taking the​‌ fireball… it was​⁠‌ realistic. Extraordinary. Lady‌‌‌ Siern must’ve been‍ completely fooled.”

“That…​ wasn’t acting…”

“…”⁠

“I-I‌​ was really scared…⁠ How could you‍​‍ not tremble when​ a fireball the​ size of a house is flying‌‍​ at you… I barely held back‌ tears, but… showing​ fear seemed undignified…”​⁠⁠

Dereck‍ decided it was‌ better not to⁠​ say anything else.‌‌ Praising or criticizing‍ wouldn’t help.

“Anyway…‍‍‌ it’s a relief⁠ that Lady Siern⁠ opened her heart⁠ even a little.‌ I’ve been investigating‍⁠‍ and found some​ concerning things.”

“Really?”‍‌

When‌‌⁠ Aiselin lifted her‍ head, she saw⁠⁠​ several documents and⁠‍‌ books on the‌‍‌ table that Dereck​⁠ had gone through.⁠​

There​​‌ were service records,⁠ Siern’s routines compiled​ by servants…

And‍ curiously, there were‌‍⁠ also historical records⁠ of the ‘Dawn‌‍ War’ that took​⁠​ place in the​​ north.

‘Why‍​ is he reading​⁠ history books…?’

While​ Aiselin frowned in‍ doubt, Dereck finished​ drying his hair​‍‌ and sat in‌ front of her.⁠‌⁠

“In⁠‌‍ short, it seems‍‍ Lady Siern has⁠ really killed many‍ people. The rumors‌⁠​ about her weren’t‌ baseless.”

“…”‌

“Lord‌​‌ Melverot told us‌ to swallow any‌​ doubts while educating‌ Siern. But how‌ could we fulfill‌ our mission with‍‍ just surface-level information?‌ We have to‌⁠‌ find out everything.”​

Seeing‍‌ Dereck’s serious expression,‌‌⁠ Aiselin felt a chill.

When​​‌ that man committed⁠‌ to something, he​‌⁠ achieved it at‌‌​ any cost. She⁠‍⁠ had seen him‌⁠ complete tasks that​​ seemed impossible.

“…I​‌ also… felt that‍‌ Lord Melverot was​⁠ hiding something.”

“That’s⁠ the key. We⁠ don’t know what⁠⁠⁠ it is, but​‌ it’s clearly something‌​ Lord Melverot doesn’t​ want revealed.”

“…Mr.​ Dereck. Lord Melverot‌​ is a hero​‌‌ of the north,​ one of the⁠‍ few six-star mages‍⁠ on the continent…​ Is it really‌ wise to uncover‌ something he wants​⁠‍ hidden…?”

“If​‌⁠ we manage to‌‍‍ become confidants who‌ share secrets, even⁠ better.”

Aiselin‌‌‌ swallowed hard.

Dereck‌ usually showed his⁠‌ human side, but​ when it came‌​⁠ to assessing his‍‌‌ position and interests,​ he could be⁠‌⁠ colder than anyone.‍​​

If​⁠‍ he managed to‌‌⁠ discover the secret‍​ of the six-star‍ mage Melverot, he‍​ would gain a weapon of immeasurable‌​‍ value.

And​⁠ if he ended‍‍‌ up on the⁠⁠‌ same side as​ Melverot, there would⁠​ be no better‌ ally for Dereck’s‍⁠ path as a mage.

Of‍‍ course, one can’t‌​ negotiate with a transcendent being. They‍ can crush you‌ simply with their​⁠​ power.

That’s‌‌ why he had‌ brought Aiselin.

No‍​​ matter how far‌‍‍ her family had‌‍ fallen, a minimum​​​ courtesy still had​‍ to be shown​‍​ toward the daughter​‌ of a ducal⁠ family.

Realizing‍⁠‌ this, cold sweat​‍ ran down Aiselin’s‌ back. Dereck planned‌⁠ to use Lady‍ Siern to somehow‌‌ control Lord Melverot.‍⁠

And‍​​ to become a higher-level mage, he​⁠​ wouldn’t stop at​‍​ anything. That was‍ the kind of‌​ man Dereck was.⁠‌

“Mr.​ Dereck…”

“…”‌

“Do⁠‍ you have any…‌‌⁠ suspicion?”

Dereck⁠ only spoke when⁠⁠ he was certain.‍

He​ didn’t make irresponsible‍ comments based on‍​⁠ half-baked assumptions. If‍⁠‍ he hadn’t said‌‍⁠ anything until now,‍‍ it was because​⁠‌ he didn’t yet‍‌ have clear proof⁠⁠ to support his‍‌‍ judgment.

But,‌‌⁠ since Aiselin had​⁠ been direct, he⁠ couldn’t just ignore‌​⁠ her, as they‍ were in the⁠ same boat. Dereck‌⁠​ hesitated a moment,‌‌ cracking his knuckles,​ and finally responded.‌

“Lady‍​ Aiselin, what kind⁠⁠ of person do​ you think Lady‌⁠⁠ Siern is?”

“Eh?‌‌​ Eh? Well… although⁠​ she has some​‍ rough edges… she’s⁠ actually very pretty…‌ if properly educated,‍‍‍ she seems like‍‌‍ someone who could⁠ become a good​‍‍ lady… like a diamond in the⁠‌‌ rough, don’t you⁠‌ think?”

“A‌‌​ person like a diamond in the⁠⁠⁠ rough?”

“Yes,‌‍⁠ yes… that kind‍⁠​ of person.”

“Hmm,​‌ are you sure?”‍‌

“…What‌​ do you mean?”‌⁠

Aiselin‌ swallowed instantly. She⁠‌ had to rethink‌‌ what Dereck had​ just said.

However,‌‍​ even after reorganizing‍ her thoughts, Dereck’s​​ intent became more​⁠‍ or less clear.​‌

Dereck’s⁠⁠​ gaze, sitting calmly⁠⁠​ and making eye‌‌⁠ contact, was penetrating.⁠⁠

His​​​ pale red eyes‌⁠​ peeked out through​‍ his fallen white‌‌⁠ hair. It was‌‍ exactly the same‍⁠‌ gaze that stirred‌‍ a strange fear‌‌ in Siern.

This​⁠​ man had spent‍​ his whole life‍ wandering through labyrinths,​‍ researching, and killing‍‍‍ countless monsters.

If‌​ you piled up⁠ the corpses he’d‌‍ left behind, they​‌ would form a mountain, and the⁠⁠‍ blood of those‍‍‍ creatures soaked his⁠​ body and soul⁠‌ in a way⁠‍ that could never‌⁠ be washed away.‌⁠

That‌⁠ known fact… seemed⁠ to carry meaning.⁠​

Aiselin’s‍​ fingertips began to‌ tremble, and she‍​ held her breath.⁠

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