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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 77: People (4)

Chapter 77: People (4)

“Is‍ there a significant‍‍⁠ labyrinth within the‍‌⁠ territory?”

The‌ next morning, while‍‌⁠ breakfast was being‍‍ prepared, Dereck asked‍‍​ that sudden question⁠‌ to the head⁠ butler, Layton.

He​‍‌ had come from‌‌ the distant southwestern⁠⁠​ plains to teach‍‍‌ Lady Siern as‌‍​ a magic instructor.‌‌ And following Lord‌⁠⁠ Melverot’s instructions to​⁠ actively cooperate with‌​⁠ any matter requiring⁠ assistance, Layton was​‌ answering even the‌​ most trivial questions.⁠⁠

“In⁠ the snowy fields⁠‌‌ of the north,‍ it’s easier to​‍​ find a place‌ without a labyrinth.⁠⁠ That’s partly why​​‍ the monster tribes⁠ are so active‌ here.”

“I’d​ like to visit⁠⁠⁠ one personally. May‌ I borrow a horse?”

“It‍ wouldn’t be difficult,​​​ but I’m concerned⁠ you might get‌‍‍ injured. It’s not‌‍‍ that I doubt​​​ your abilities, but‌⁠ the monsters in‌ the north tend​‍‌ to be fiercer​‌ and more brutal⁠‍ than those in‍‌⁠ the southwest.”

Dereck‍‌​ was more or‍‍ less aware of​‌ that.

The​⁠ monsters he encountered⁠‌ on the way​​ to the mansion​​‌ were large and⁠ aggressive. Of course,​ the pinnacle of⁠⁠⁠ all of them⁠ was none other‌ than Siern.

“It’s⁠‍ fine. Thank you​‍ for your concern.‌​ By the way,​⁠ I’d like to​‌ ask another question,‌‍⁠ butler.”

“To⁠ me? What would​ you like to‍‍ know?”

“You’ve‍ worked in the⁠ mansion for a long time, right?‌‍ I have a few questions about‌⁠​ Lord Melverot.”

***‌⁠

In​ the northern continent,​ it was common⁠⁠⁠ for snow to‌⁠ fall even in​​​ the afternoon.

Dereck⁠ had already adapted​ quite well to‍‌ the environment during​​ his journey to⁠​ the mansion, but​ the cold was​ something that subtly⁠‌‍ eroded mental fortitude.⁠​

Sitting‍ in an armchair⁠ by the fireplace‍​‌ in the main⁠‌ hall, Dereck was​⁠‍ silently organizing his​⁠‌ thoughts.

The​ plan was already‍‌ outlined.

If⁠​⁠ the teaching target⁠‍ was a member‍ of the demon⁠‍‍ tribe, methods applicable⁠‌‍ to humans would⁠ hardly work. It‌​‍ was obvious.

If‍ the killing impulse⁠​‍ that surged in​‍ her was instinctive,‍⁠ it couldn’t be‌ corrected with education⁠​ or persuasion. The​​‌ problem of instinct​ could only be‍⁠ solved by overriding‍​ it with another⁠ instinct.

And​‍‍ Dereck was a human who knew‍ better than anyone​‍⁠ the instincts of‍‍ the demon tribe.⁠​

‘The‍⁠⁠ plan itself won’t‌‍ change much from⁠ the original. As⁠‌ decided from the‍⁠​ beginning, we’ll use‍ the “abused wife⁠‍ strategy”…’

He⁠‌‌ had spent the⁠​ entire night reviewing‍​ the work records​ of the servants​‌ in the tower,‌‌ inquiring about Siern’s‍⁠​ circumstances, and learning‌ her routines and⁠​‌ preferences.

Moreover,‍ he had tried⁠​ to obtain as‌‍‌ much information as‌‍ possible about Melverot,⁠ the master of⁠​​ the mansion.

However,‍ as expected, the⁠ servants weren’t going​‌‌ to sell out⁠​⁠ their lord’s secrets,‌⁠‍ so progress was‍⁠ slow.

Even‍ so, he finally‌‍ came to a conclusion. In the‌⁠ end, it was​ best to go‍‍‌ ahead with the‌ original plan.

There​‍ was no need⁠ to drag it‍‍ out. Once the‌​‍ plan was set,​ it was best​‌​ to resolve everything‍‍ quickly and begin‌‍​ preparations to obtain‌‌ the title.

Nevertheless,‍​⁠ there was a problem.

— Lord Dereck! If‌‍ you keep controlling​ Lady Siern with‌​ violence…! I… I…!‌‌ Even if I have to put‍‍ the name of‌‍ Duplain on the​‌‍ line…! I won’t​‌ just stand by⁠⁠‌ and watch!

The‍‌​ image of Lady⁠​ Aiselin stammering like‍‌ a rusty machine​ came to mind,⁠ and Dereck rubbed‍‌ his temples in‌⁠ deep regret. It​ was something that‍‍‍ made him sigh.‌‌

Aiselin’s‍ acting skills were⁠‍ at a hopeless⁠‌ level, which made​⁠‍ it more difficult⁠‍⁠ than expected for‍ them to synchronize.⁠⁠

Her⁠⁠‍ noble bearing, which⁠ emanated naturally, was​​⁠ excellent for gaining‌​‍ people’s favor, but‌⁠ she seemed to‌ have no talent‌‌⁠ for deceiving others.‌​

‘Definitely…‍ the plan needs‌ to be reviewed…’‌

Dereck‍ rested his chin‍ on his hand​⁠​ and leaned back‌‍ in the chair,‍‌ pondering. Finally, he⁠ made a big‍‌ decision and stood‌⁠​ up from his‌‌ seat.

He‌ walked purposefully down​‌⁠ the hallway.

Not​‍ much time had​ passed since his⁠⁠⁠ arrival at the​‌ northern Rochester mansion.⁠

But​ Dereck had no​‌​ intention of staying​ long.

Whatever​ had to be​‍ done, the key‍‌ was speed.

***‍

“Lady⁠​‌ Siern. You look‍‍⁠ lovely today. I was quite surprised​ by the intense‍​ snowstorm last night.”⁠

Aiselin⁠​​ greeted Siern with‌‍ a radiant smile.​‍

After⁠ breakfast, there was‍ a refreshing feeling​ upon entering the‌⁠‍ hallway. Apparently, the⁠ servants had ventilated​‍⁠ the area early‌‍ in the morning.​‍

Siern⁠​‌ was walking down⁠‍‍ the hallway escorted‌ by the servants.⁠

Just⁠‌‍ by walking, she‌‍ exuded visible tension,‌‍⁠ as if she​‍ was always on⁠‌⁠ guard.

“…”‌​

“Oh,‌‌​ that’s a dress⁠⁠​ from Atelier Calroin.‍⁠ The layered fabric‍⁠⁠ at the waist‌​ is beautiful. Truly⁠ charming. The servants⁠ have a good‍​ eye for clothes.‍ It’s a dress‌⁠​ that suits Lady​‍⁠ Siern perfectly.”

“…”‍‌‍

“I⁠ heard they infuse​‌‍ the fabric with‌⁠‍ fragrance and even​‍⁠ apply preservation magic.‍‌ Indeed, Lady Siern‌‍ has a scent​⁠ that could only​‌​ be found in‌ a blooming garden.‍‍ Not only her​‌ outward beauty, but‌‍‍ also her fragrance‍‍‍ and demeanor are‌‍ worthy of admiration‌ in a lady.”‍‍

As⁠⁠ soon as she‍ saw Aiselin, Siern​ stepped back and‌​ began to sweat​‌ coldly.

These‍ creatures are weaker⁠⁠‌ in defense than⁠‌‌ in attack. Aiselin‍‌ knew that detail⁠ well.

Especially‌​‍ she, with her⁠ appearance and elegance​‍⁠ capable of melting​‍ anyone’s heart, and‌⁠⁠ her pure nature​‍‌ like a blank‍​⁠ canvas. The natural‌⁠‍ nobility that only‌‌‍ someone raised as⁠​⁠ the only flower‌​‍ during the heyday‌⁠​ of the Duplain​‌ family could have,‌ made even those‍‍‌ unfamiliar with social​ culture feel she‌‍‍ was extraordinary.

Upon​​⁠ seeing her approach‌​ like a warm‍‍⁠ ray of sunlight,‌⁠ Siern took a few more steps‌​​ back and shook​⁠ her head.

“P-Please‍ don’t worry about​​⁠ me! It’s just​⁠⁠ unnecessary interference!”

Leaving​‌ Aiselin behind, she‍ activated her unique⁠⁠ acceleration magic and⁠​ vanished with a buzz.

She​⁠ moved so fast‍‌⁠ that, despite the​⁠ long hallway, she‌​​ was almost invisible​ by the time⁠‍‌ she reached the⁠‍ end. Siern disappeared​​⁠ like a flash‍⁠​ of lightning, leaving‌ only the servants‌‍​ standing awkwardly.

Aiselin,‍ watching her, clasped‍ her hands with​​‍ a sparkle in​ her eyes and‌‌‌ said,

“Oh,⁠ she used honorifics.‌‌ How lovely.”

He‌​ was strong in⁠‍ his own way.​ Dereck, claiming he‌‍‌ needed to prepare​ for the lessons,⁠‍‍ locked himself away‌⁠​ for a while.‌⁠⁠

Sometimes,⁠‌ Dereck would ride​⁠ out to the​ labyrinth and return;‍ other times, he‍‍⁠ shut himself in‌ his room doing‍‌ who knows what,‌⁠ or spent time‍‌ researching the Rochester​‌​ family’s background within​ the mansion.

During​ that time, Aiselin,​⁠ too restless to‌⁠ simply enjoy herself,‍ did her utmost⁠ to get closer​⁠⁠ to Siern.

In⁠‍ doing so, she‌ discovered that Siern‌​ also had her‍‍‍ own charms and‌ adorable traits. The‌‍ more she uncovered​⁠‌ her human side,⁠‌ the more she‌‍‍ intensified her efforts⁠​ to grow closer.‍⁠‍

Every‌‌ time they met,‍‌​ she greeted her⁠ with her best​ smile; if she‍​⁠ had free time⁠‍⁠ in the afternoon,‌‌ she would prepare⁠‌⁠ a beautiful floral‌‌ arrangement and visit⁠‍⁠ the tower; and‍ if she found‌ any treat, she‍​ didn’t hesitate to‌ share it with⁠‌ her.

It​ wasn’t easy to‍​‍ reject someone so⁠​ genuinely dedicated.

Siern​‍ tried to drive‌​ Aiselin away with⁠⁠ shouts or threats,⁠‌‌ but a genuine‌ smile was always‌ the hardest to⁠ face.

No​⁠‍ matter how harshly‌ she treated her,‌⁠ Aiselin, with her​ bright smile as‌‍ if nothing had‌​ happened, persisted with⁠‌ a tenacity that​⁠​ bordered on terrifying.⁠

Siern,‌ still hiding in⁠ a corner of‌ the tower, pondered⁠​ how to scold​​ Aiselin, who would‌​ surely come again​ that day.

‘Does⁠‌‌ she never get⁠ tired?’

Seeing⁠⁠‍ Aiselin appear with​‍ all sorts of​ gifts, Siern pursed​​ her lips with⁠​ inner contempt.

Even⁠‌‍ the famed lady‍​‌ of the Duplain‌ family could be‌ this frivolous and‍​ inconsistent. Thinking that,​‌ Aiselin’s smile seemed⁠ laughably light.

Siern‍ didn’t easily open‍ her heart to‍​‌ anyone.

Those⁠ with human form,​​⁠ no matter who​​ they were, would‌ die if one​ cut their carotid⁠‌​ artery. That blood‌ splattering everywhere was​⁠⁠ proof that all‌⁠ were the same.⁠

Knowing​‍ that truth better​‌‍ than anyone, she‌​ had begun to‌‌ view humans as‍‍ mere lumps of⁠​ talking, moving flesh.⁠​‍

No⁠‍‌ matter how much‌​ empathy one felt,⁠​ humans could die⁠‍ suddenly on any‍​ given day. That​​ was their fleeting​ nature.

That’s⁠ why she didn’t‍⁠‌ waste energy on​ unnecessary things. And‌‍ that’s why she​ was isolated from‌ the world.

“There‍​ are some delicious‌‍⁠ fruits in the⁠​ kitchen! I thought​​ maybe you’d never​ tried them, so⁠ I brought some!”​

Aiselin,‌‌ who approached with‌⁠ a radiant smile,‍‍ seemed to Siern​‍‌ like a completely‌⁠ different kind of​​ creature.

That‍ pure goodwill was‌‌ something no one⁠‌‌ could imitate.

***​⁠‌

“It’s‌‌‌ time to get‍ serious.”

It‌ had already been‍​⁠ nearly a week​‍‍ since Dereck and‍ Aiselin arrived at‌‍‍ the northern mansion.​​⁠

Every‍‌‍ day, Aiselin tried‍ to get closer‌‌ to Siern—brushing her‍ hair, recommending pretty‍​ dresses, talking during‍‌‍ meals. Just as‌⁠​ she was beginning‍⁠⁠ to feel discouraged‌⁠⁠ by the constant​‍‍ rejection, Dereck brought⁠​‍ up the topic‌‌​ first.

“Lady‌ Aiselin, what do‍⁠⁠ you think of‌‌ Lady Siern? Do⁠⁠⁠ you detect any‌ peculiar traits of‍ the demon race?”‌‌

“Hmm…​⁠ Well, she has‍ a huge emotional​ barrier, but she⁠⁠ seemed like a fairly normal teenage‍‍ girl to me.‍‌​ When I approached‍⁠​ her sincerely, she‍​ seemed to open‍ up little by‌ little.”

“Really?”‍

“Yes.⁠‍​ Today, I even‍​⁠ brushed her hair.‌ Of course, the‌ servants were holding​ her down, and​‍ she was glaring​ at me, grinding‌‌⁠ her teeth…”

“…”​‌

It‍​ sounded more like‍ trying to tame​‍‌ a beast than‌‌ getting close to‌ a person.

Siern​‍‍ was the very‌‌ image of elegance‌‍ when calm. But⁠ as soon as⁠ someone approached, she‍‍‌ would grind her⁠‍‍ teeth and growl…​ Dereck, who already‍⁠‌ had a poor⁠​ impression of her,‌‍​ found it difficult‌‌‌ even to maintain⁠‌ a conversation.

“I⁠‍ expected many difficulties,‌​ since she was​ influenced by the‍ great demon Noir,‍ but I thought​‍‌ maybe there’d be​‍ a solution if‍​ we treated her​ as a person.⁠‍ She has an⁠⁠ adorable side, so⁠ I want to‌​ get closer to​ her soon.”

“I⁠‌⁠ see…”

“Sir⁠‍​ Dereck, you said⁠ you were preparing‍ for the lessons.​⁠ You’ve been quite‍​​ busy around the‌ mansion lately. What‌‌ have you been⁠​​ preparing?”

“As⁠ I mentioned, I was trying to‌ apply some knowledge​ about the demon‌‍‍ race. I explored‍​‍ the labyrinth and‍ brought something with‍‌‌ me.”

Dereck⁠‍⁠ took a small‌‌‌ glass vial from‍ his chest and⁠​‌ placed it on⁠ the table.

The‌‍​ flickering firelight from‍⁠​ the main hall⁠‍‍ reflected off the‌ glass.

“…What‍ is this?”

“It’s​‍ a mixture of‌⁠ water and the⁠​ Flonen flower, which​​​ usually grows in‍ high-level labyrinths. It‌‌‍ took me some‌⁠⁠ time to obtain⁠ it.”

“I‌⁠ see. Does it‌⁠ have any special‌⁠⁠ effects? Maybe a calming effect if‍‍ consumed…? Ideally something​ that wouldn’t harm‍‍​ Lady Siern…”

“If​‌ consumed, it kills.”​

At​‍ that moment, Aiselin​‍⁠ was speechless.

Thinking‍ she’d misheard, she⁠ tilted her head‍⁠‌ with a smile,‌‍ but Dereck spoke‍⁠ again, as if​ confirming what he‍‍⁠ said.

“The​‍ Flonen flower is‍‌‌ a substance that‌ weakens and slowly‌ kills those of⁠​ the demon race.⁠‍ It sometimes grows‌‌‌ in labyrinths, but‌‍‍ demons never approach‌‍⁠ it. If its⁠‌ scent is inhaled‌⁠‍ for a long⁠ time, the body⁠​‌ starts to weaken⁠‌ bit by bit,​‍‌ and after about⁠‍ fifteen days of​​‍ constant exposure, the​⁠ victim enters a state close to⁠‌⁠ death.”

“W-Why⁠​ did you bring​‍‌ something like that?”‍

“Why‌⁠ do you think?⁠​‌ I mixed it‍​ with aromatic water⁠‍ and used transformation‌‌​ magic to reduce‍‌ its smell. If‌​ it’s blended into⁠ food, it won’t‌‍⁠ be very noticeable.”​

“…Are‍⁠ you planning to⁠⁠‌ weaken Lady Siern‍​ until she can’t​⁠​ resist?”

Aiselin​​‌ looked up with​ a worried expression.​​ Trying to control​ her with a substance that was‍‌ essentially poison for‌ her kind seemed‌‍ more than inhumane…‍​ it was ethically‍ atrocious.

However,​‍ Dereck shook his‍ head.

“If‌‌‌ I truly wanted⁠‌‌ to take a halfway measure, there⁠‌ are plenty of‌‌ methods other than‍‌ poison.”

“Then…​‌⁠ why this?”

“As‌‌​ I said, it’s⁠​‌ to take Lady‌​ Siern’s life.”

Aiselin​ was utterly speechless.⁠⁠​ She looked at‌ Dereck with a pale face. His​‍ expression remained firm‍ and unchanging.

“W-What…‍ what do you‌‌⁠ mean…”

“Lady​‌⁠ Aiselin. After hearing‌ all the details​‍ from Lord Melverot,​ I fell into​ deep agony. It‌‌‌ took me time‍​ to reach a conclusion. Even though‌ I didn’t show⁠⁠ it outwardly, I struggled a lot‍‍‍ after learning Lady​ Siern’s situation.”

Dereck‍ approached the fireplace‌ in the hall,​ added a few‍​ logs, and brushed⁠‌⁠ the snow off⁠⁠‌ his pants.

The‌⁠ melted snow slowly⁠ dripped down like​ water.

“I’ve‍ spent my life​‍ exterminating demons. To‍‌‌ me, they’re no‌⁠‌ different from pests.​​‌ They kill humans‍ for no reason.‌ Can such creatures‌‍‌ be rehabilitated? And​‍ even if they⁠ could… should I be the one⁠⁠ to do it?”⁠‍

“What…⁠ what are you​‌‌ saying… Dereck?”

“I’ve‌ already made my⁠ decision. What good‍​ would it do​‌ to keep alive‍ someone who inherited​⁠​ Noir’s power, who‍‍⁠ caused such disaster​‍ to humanity? That’s‍⁠ why… I plan⁠‌‌ to end it‌ my way. It’s​ also for the​⁠ greater good.”

“But‍ if you do‍⁠ that, you won’t‍‌ be able to​⁠‍ fulfill Lord Melverot’s​⁠ request! You’ll lose‍‍‌ your noble title.⁠‍ And if Melverot⁠‍ finds out the‌ truth… he won’t​⁠​ leave you alone!”‌

Dereck​‍ let out a slight laugh. He​‌​ seemed confident in​ his words.

“What’s​‍ more important? My‍ title or completely⁠‍‌ eradicating Noir, the​ one responsible for‌⁠ the northern massacre?”⁠‍‌

“…”​​⁠

The​‌ greater good.

Aiselin⁠‍​ was a person‍​ of impeccable morals.‍ When someone like‌ her was faced​​ with a flawless‌ cause for the​ greater good, she‍‌ usually couldn’t object‍⁠ and simply fell⁠​ silent.

Dereck‍ knew well how⁠​ to handle people‌‌​ like Aiselin.

“Why‍‍ do you think‌‍⁠ I went to‌​⁠ such trouble to⁠ prepare this poison?‍​ I told you,​ the demon affected‌ by it will⁠​ weaken little by‍⁠ little until they‍​‍ die. It will‍ just look like⁠ she got sick⁠ and died naturally,‌​‌ not that we⁠‍‌ used any tricks.”⁠‌

“You’re‌ saying… you’d go​‍ that far…?”

“Do‍ you despise me?‍⁠⁠ But there’s nothing‍‍ wrong with my⁠ actions.”

“But…‌‍ Lady Siern… she’s‌‍ innocent.”

“She⁠​⁠ killed someone.”

“She​⁠⁠ was simply dragged‌‍​ along by Noir’s​​​ blood.”

“That​⁠⁠ doesn’t change the⁠⁠ fact that she‍‌‌ killed.”

“But‍‍ if we kill‍‌‌ someone in return…”‌

“We’re⁠ not killing people,⁠⁠ we’re killing monsters.”​⁠‌

There⁠ was no more‌ conversation. Both Diella‍​‌ and Ellen and‌‌ Denise agreed—Dereck was​‌⁠ always right.

In​‍​ fact, there was​⁠‍ no flaw in​ his words.

If‌ there was even‌ the slightest chance​‍ that the great​‌ disaster called “the⁠⁠ Dawn War” would‍​ return, it was‌ sensible to eliminate⁠​​ Siern immediately.

However,⁠​​ Siern’s image remained​‍‍ fixed in Aiselin’s‌​‌ mind. Sometimes, when​​​ she visited the‌ tower, she found​​ her sitting alone,⁠‍ hugging her knees,‍‌‍ staring at the⁠‍ snowstorm through the‍ window.

Loneliness‍‌⁠ seemed a part‍‌‌ of her body.‍‌ Happiness was a foreign feeling, and​‌‍ unhappiness, her natural‍ state.

She⁠⁠ had an arrogant‌‌‍ personality and rough​ hands, but it​ seemed unfair to‌‌ completely blame such​‍ a young girl.​​‍

After⁠ all, she didn’t‌‍‍ choose to be​⁠ born with Noir’s‍‍‍ blood. She was‍​ just born that​‌ way.

Wasn’t‌ it Dereck himself​⁠ who used to‌ say there were‌‌‍ no bad girls⁠​‍ in the world?⁠⁠

They⁠‍⁠ just needed enough​ teaching.

Thinking​ that her last⁠‌ days, spent alone‍​ in the tower,‌‌‌ would end with‌‌​ her bedridden without‌ even knowing why‍ made Aiselin’s pupils​‌​ tremble fiercely.

She‌ tried to say‍ something to Dereck,‌⁠‌ but not a single word came​‌‌ out of her‍‌ mouth. Seeing how⁠ firm he was,‍⁠⁠ she understood that⁠ anything she said‌‍ would be refuted​ with a solid​ argument.

And‌​ solid arguments are⁠ invincible. They can’t⁠⁠ be countered.

Aiselin‌‌‌ also agreed with‍‍ Dereck’s way of‍⁠ thinking. The world‌‌ should be lived‌ by principles.

But‍ sometimes, that wasn’t‌ enough to move​‌ the heart.

“Even​​ though life has‌ no distinctions in‍ value, there are‌ times when we⁠‍ must distinguish its⁠​ weight. The servants‌‍ who suffered at‌ Lady Siern’s hands⁠ were also someone’s​⁠ family, weren’t they?”‍

“…”⁠⁠‍

“People⁠​ are worth more⁠​‌ than monsters.”

Aiselin⁠ wiped her face‍‌​ and collapsed onto⁠​ the reception room​ sofa. Her face⁠‌⁠ was pale, but‌ she couldn’t gather​⁠ the strength to⁠​ argue Dereck’s decision.​‍‍

“I’ll⁠‌ be going.”

Dereck​‍⁠ spoke firmly and‌⁠‌ left for his‌ room, leaving Aiselin​‍‍ behind.

Even⁠⁠​ just seeing his‌ back, he seemed‍ rigid and unshakable.‍‌⁠ He didn’t give​​‍ the impression of​ intending to change​​ his mind.

Aiselin‍ watched him go⁠​​ with tired eyes,⁠​​ biting her lip.⁠

***‍​

Winter​ in the north​​ is cruel. When‍⁠⁠ the sun sets,⁠​‌ blizzards naturally break⁠‍ out.

In‍​ the southwest of‌⁠ the continent, where‌⁠ large cities like‌‍⁠ Ebelstein were located,‌‌ the warm sun​⁠ shone naturally, and​​ walking among the‍⁠⁠ noble houses made​‌⁠ it feel as​‍ if one were‍‌ in paradise.

Siern,‍ upon hearing the⁠ merchants’ conversations, used​‍‍ to dream of‍ those paradisiacal meadows.​

Instead​‌ of living a life treated like‌​​ a monster and​ surrounded by the⁠‍‍ smell of blood,‌ surely those who‍⁠ were treated as‍‍ young ladies lived​‌⁠ much happier lives.⁠‌‌

The​ reason someone like‍‍⁠ Aiselin could have‌‍⁠ such noble elegance‍‍​ must be because​‍⁠ she had grown⁠‌‍ up in a place like that—a‍ happy paradise.

That’s⁠⁠ why Siern envied​‍​ Aiselin. She wanted‍ to stop being‍ dragged by inexplicable⁠‌ murderous impulses and‌ be moved only‍​ by the light⁠ weight of a noble lady’s responsibilities.‌

‘How‌​ stupid.’

In‍ the end, Siern‌​ mocked herself. Reaching⁠ for an empty‌‍‍ dream would only​ make her more‍ miserable.

Surely,​​‍ she would end⁠​‌ her life pathetically​‌ right there. A life stained by‍⁠ blood and murder.‍

If⁠ in the afterlife​‌⁠ she could see​ a green meadow⁠‌ bathed in sunlight,‍⁠ that would be‍‌‍ enough.

It⁠​‌ was a reality​‌⁠ she accepted so⁠​⁠ naturally that she⁠⁠​ didn’t even cry.‍

As⁠‍ always, it was​‍ when she was‌‍ sinking into darkness.‍‌‍

Creak.‍

Someone⁠ opened the door​ and entered.

The‍​ servants should have​​ been standing guard,⁠⁠‍ but she didn’t⁠ know how that‍ person had managed⁠⁠ to get in.‌

The⁠ figure that appeared​‌ in the room,‍ cloaked in black‌ and hiding their​ face, was none‍‌ other than Aiselin,⁠⁠ the very person‌‌‌ she had just⁠​⁠ been thinking about.​‌

“What…?”‌⁠

Before‍ Siern could express‍‌ her surprise, Aiselin‍⁠⁠ quickly raised her‌ index finger to‍ her lips. She‍​‍ had arrived in⁠ secret, without anyone‍⁠‌ knowing.

“I‍‍​ have something to⁠ tell you.”

Without‍​ even brushing the‍ snowflakes off her‍‍ shoulders and head,​⁠⁠ Aiselin looked at‌ her with those​​ clear eyes.

“W-What…?”⁠

“Lady‍‍ Siern. Listen to‌‍‍ me carefully.”

Aiselin⁠ swallowed hard and‌ spoke.

“Dereck​⁠ wants to kill‌‍​ you. It’s not‍‌ an empty threat—he’s⁠‌ completely serious.”

At​ that moment, Siern’s‌‌‍ eyes trembled even‍ more violently.

On​ the other hand,‍ Aiselin’s face was‍‌ somber.

“Dereck…‌‍⁠ I’m sorry… I’m⁠‌ so sorry!! I still can’t accept‌ that Lady Siern‍‌ has to die‍‌ in such an‍ absurd way…”

An‍ indescribable feeling of⁠‍⁠ guilt and debt​‍ stirred in her‌‍ chest. She felt​⁠‌ dizzy, not knowing​‌ how to apologize⁠‍ to Dereck.

Even⁠​‌ though she was​​ already crying inside,‌‌​ she still tried⁠‍‍ to do what‍ she believed was⁠‍⁠ right.

What​‌⁠ is it, after‍‌‌ all, that defines‌⁠‍ a person? As​ long as that⁠ isn’t clear, a life should not‍‌ be taken lightly.‍⁠‌

That’s‍‌ the kind of‌‍⁠ person Aiselin was.⁠‍‍

***‍

The​ moon, visible through⁠ the blizzard, still‌‌‍ shone brightly.

Dereck​‌ was alone in⁠​ his room, reading⁠‍ a magic book,​​ when he suddenly‍‌ looked out the‌‌ window.

He⁠ saw a girl‍ in a thick‍‌‍ cloak moving through‍⁠‌ the snow, heading⁠​ toward the tower.‍‌

Upon‌​ confirming that her⁠‍‍ ebony-black hair fluttered‌‌ in the wind‌⁠ and that her‍ eyes remained just​⁠ as clear, Dereck‍‍⁠ quickly closed the‌ curtains.

Then‍‌‌ he sat down‌‌ with a satisfied‍‍⁠ smile.

After‍‌⁠ all, everything was⁠​​ in the palm⁠ of his hand.‍‍‍

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