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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 78: People (5)

Chapter 78: People (5)

— Before teaching her⁠‍ anything else, the‍ first thing Lady‍⁠‍ Siern must learn⁠​ is the weight⁠​​ of death.

— Do you think​‍​ I haven’t tried​ something like that?‌⁠​

— It’s not something‌ that can be‌ taught with just⁠ words and actions.​‍​ If Lady Siern’s​​​ homicidal impulses come‍‌‌ from her instincts,‍‍​ we must use‌‌ a method strong‍ enough to imprint⁠‌ it into those‌ same instincts.

The⁠​ next day, Dereck⁠​⁠ visited Lord Melverot’s‌​ office. He said‍⁠ he wanted to‍ request his understanding⁠‍​ in advance and⁠​​ explained his plan‌ on how to‌ socialize Siern.

— So what? Are​ you going to⁠⁠⁠ push Siern to​​ the brink of​‍‌ death? That’s a rather violent method.​‍

— Of course not.‌‍ But it’s hard⁠ to deny that‌‍ we might resort‍⁠​ to somewhat violent​‍⁠ means. That’s why⁠ I’ve come to​ ask for your‌ understanding.

Dereck⁠‍ laid out to​‍‍ Melverot what would​​ happen in the​ future.

Melverot‍‌ listened in silence,⁠ his face stiff.‌ It was clear⁠ he understood Dereck​ was not an⁠ ordinary person.

However,⁠​ he did not​‌‌ oppose the plan.‍

He​⁠ simply nodded.

— If you have‍⁠⁠ no further objections,⁠‌ I’ll take my​‌ leave.

The‍​ sound of Dereck’s‌ steps as he‌ bowed and left‌ the office was​ unusual.

It⁠‍​ seemed like he​‌‌ didn’t plan to‌ carry this matter⁠ for long.

***⁠⁠‍

“How‌​‍ is Lady Siern’s‍⁠‍ food delivered?”

“Each‌ meal is taken‍ to the tower‍​ by the servants.‌⁠​ They go in‌⁠‌ protected by all​​⁠ sorts of magic⁠ and gear. After‌⁠ all… it’s a dangerous task…”

The‍‌​ next place Dereck⁠​ went after leaving​ the office was​ where the head​‌ maid, Serena, was‍ located.

She‍ was supervising the‌​ organization of the​⁠ mansion’s storeroom and,⁠‍‍ upon meeting Dereck’s‍ gaze, gave a bow. Judging by‌⁠​ her still-bruised body,⁠‍ she had clearly‍ been through a lot.

Dereck​​​ expressed his gratitude‌⁠​ for her efforts‍‌‌ and asked several⁠ questions that had‌⁠‌ been on his‍⁠ mind.

“Does​‍‍ Miss Siern often‍⁠⁠ go out into‍ the snowy field?”‌⁠‍

“Yes…‌‌‍ She often comes‍‌⁠ back covered in​‍‍ blood. Most of⁠‌ it is from‌‌ beasts or monsters…‌‍​ but not always…”‌​‍

“…”‍

“How‍‌‍ long has this‍ been going on?”‍‍‌

“About‍‌⁠ seven or eight‌‌ years. Before that,‌ she was a normal child. She‍ laughed, learned well,​‍ played…”

Dereck’s‍‌⁠ expression didn’t change,‌​ but Serena’s grew​ a little complicated.​

She⁠⁠ had been caring⁠ for Siern for‌ a long time.​‍ Although it would‍ have been natural‍ for her to⁠​ harbor resentment, she⁠‌ genuinely seemed concerned‍⁠ for her.

After⁠‌‍ all, children are‍ not to blame.⁠ The ones at‌‌ fault are the⁠⁠ adults who failed‍‍⁠ to teach them.‍​ That’s what Dereck‌‌‌ believed.

And‌ someone like Siern‍‍‍ especially wasn’t someone​ just anyone could⁠​⁠ teach.

“The​‌ scarlet ribbon is⁠​‍ impressive. Was it‌‌​ made here in‍‍ the mansion?”

“Eh…?‍ All of a sudden? Normally we​ use ready-made products,⁠‍ but the head‍‍ maid’s clothing usually‍‌⁠ has extra embellishments⁠​ or patterns.”

“What‍⁠ kind of dye‍⁠​ do you use?⁠ Do you have‍ a separate workshop⁠⁠​ in the mansion​‌ for that?”

“Huh…?⁠​ Why are you‍⁠‍ asking that all‍ of a sudden…?”‍‍

“I’m‍‍ curious about how‍​ the mansion staff‌⁠⁠ works.”

“…We‌ use madder or​ similar plants for‍⁠ dyeing, but for⁠‌ Miss Siern’s clothes⁠‍​ we usually use‌‍ flower petals like​‍‌ safflower or balsam.‌‌​ The scent is⁠ also important… And‌ the actual work​ is usually done⁠‍⁠ by an artisan​‍ from Levelton. We‌⁠​ just receive the​​‌ dye and use⁠ it.”

“There‌‍ must be many⁠ people connected to‌‌ the mansion through‌‌​ distribution.”

“That’s​ right…”

It‌​ wasn’t clear why⁠‌​ he was interested​‍⁠ in the mansion‌⁠​ workers, but Serena​⁠ didn’t ask.

A maid’s virtue is‍‍‍ to not be⁠ needlessly curious.

“I’m‌⁠ also interested in​​ the protective magic​ used by the‍ servants before entering⁠ Miss Siern’s room.‌⁠ I also want⁠​⁠ to know how⁠​​ her meals are⁠‌ prepared.”

“I⁠​ can tell you‌⁠‍ everything in detail.‍​‍ Lord Melverot gave​ us specific instructions‌⁠⁠ to cooperate actively.”​​‌

“I’m​‌⁠ glad to hear​⁠​ that.”

As​ Dereck walked away‌‌ with firm steps,⁠​⁠ Serena bowed and​‌ followed.

As⁠‌‍ long as he‍ had Melverot’s protection,‌ no one could⁠‌⁠ oppose him acting‍​⁠ as if he⁠‍ owned the mansion.‌

Aware‌‌​ of that, Dereck​​ thought he should​ gather as much‌ information as possible⁠‌​ while he had​‍⁠ the chance.

In‍​ any case, Dereck⁠ already had all‍ his plans in‌⁠⁠ order. It was​ time to train⁠​ the leading actress‍ with his own​⁠ hands. Most likely,​ he would also‍‌⁠ be the director.‌​‌

“From⁠⁠​ today on, I will inspect all⁠ the meals that⁠‍ enter Lady Siern’s​ room.”

While‌ crossing the hallway,‍ Dereck gave that⁠‌​ order.

Someone‌‍ was secretly watching⁠⁠ him from afar.‌

‘…’‌‍

Aiselin‌ swallowed hard as‌ she watched Dereck’s‍‍‌ actions.

***​‌

“It’s​‍‌ fine even if‌ Lady Siern doesn’t​‍ trust me. Even​‍ if she thinks‍ to use me‌ and discard me‌ later, I don’t‍ mind.”

Aiselin,​‍‍ who had returned‍​⁠ to the room​ through the snow,⁠ took off her⁠⁠ cloak and hung⁠​​ it next to‌‌‌ the bed, speaking‍‍⁠ with a determined‌‍ expression.

Siern,⁠ trembling inside the​​⁠ room, looked at‍‍‍ Aiselin’s resolute figure​⁠ and remembered Dereck​‍ again.

She​ remembered the image‍​ of that beast-like‌ man walking firmly⁠⁠ through the snowy⁠‌ field.

In​⁠ that snowy world⁠ where it was⁠‍​ either kill or⁠‌ be killed, he‌⁠⁠ had the aura​​ of a supreme​‍ predator.

There​‍​ were few in​ this mansion who‌‍⁠ could match Siern’s⁠ magical abilities, but‌⁠⁠ at least that‍ man, Dereck, seemed‌ capable of overpowering‍ her with ease.‍‍​

“I…⁠ I have to⁠​ do what I believe is right.⁠‍ Even if Sir‍​‍ Dereck tries to‌ kill Lady Siern,​⁠‌ I will protect​ you with all‌⁠⁠ my strength.”

“Why…⁠ why do you‍‌ try so hard​ for me?”

“…You⁠ won’t believe me,‍⁠ but there’s no‍⁠⁠ concrete reason.”

That⁠ was precisely the‌‌​ biggest reason Dereck‍‌​ acknowledged Aiselin. She⁠‍ had the ability⁠‌ to embrace people.‌‍​

The‌​‍ way to earn‌⁠​ someone’s trust and‍‍​ make them feel⁠‌‌ you’re trustworthy is⁠⁠ simpler than it‌⁠​ seems. You only‍​ need one thing—sincerity.⁠‌​

When⁠⁠⁠ all personal gain,⁠​⁠ success, and reward​⁠ are discarded, and⁠​‍ one acts solely‍ based on what​⁠ they believe is​‍⁠ right and just,‍ the other person⁠ perceives that sincerity.‌

Sincerity​ is a quality‍⁠ only the sincere‍​ can possess.

That’s​‌ why Aiselin’s noble‌​ and brilliant eyes‌⁠ were etched into​​ Siern’s pupils. For⁠‍‌ a moment, Siern⁠ almost nodded.

However,⁠ the terrible memories‍‌⁠ stored in her​⁠ heart could not​‍⁠ be undone with‌‌‌ a single kind⁠⁠ look.

The‌ expressions of fear‌ and disgust shown⁠⁠ by countless teachers⁠​‌ when they looked​‌ at Siern pierced‍⁠​ the gaps in⁠‍​ her memory.

Everyone‍‌‌ had approached her‍‍ with smiles at‍ first, saying they‌ were different.

They‍ promised to guide‍‍⁠ her to a better world with​​⁠ flowery words. In⁠‌ her more naive‍‍ days, she had​‍ hopeful thoughts. But⁠ the accumulation of​​ frustrating experiences made‍​ her shake her⁠‌‌ head.

“I‍⁠‍ don’t believe it.”‌⁠​

Siern,​ curled up in​ a corner of‌​​ the bed, hugged⁠⁠ her knees and​‍‌ growled.

“I​ don’t believe in‍‍ anyone.”

“You‍‍ don’t have to‌ believe me. Be​​‍ suspicious of me.‍​ That’s better for​ you, Lady Siern.”‍

“Of​‍‍ course. After all,‍‌ you’re the one⁠‌⁠ accompanying that… lunatic‍‌ named Dereck. Why⁠‌ should I… trust‍‍ you?”

“That…⁠⁠ is true…”

Aiselin​​ lowered her gaze‍ and spoke as​​⁠ if she didn’t‍ have the face​‍ to look up.‌

“Even​ so, I believe​‌‌ in Sir Dereck.‍ To you, Lady⁠⁠⁠ Siern, he may‌‌​ seem cold and‌ ruthless… but I still believe there’s‌‌‌ humanity and kindness‍​ in him.”

“Lies.‍‌​ What you’re doing‍ now is betraying⁠⁠​ that magic teacher‍‍ named Dereck.”

“That…⁠‍ is true. But​​ please, wait a little longer. I’ll⁠‌ do everything I can to convince​ Sir Dereck.”

Aiselin‌‍ slowly approached Siern.‍

Siern​ backed away, pushing​⁠​ the sheets with⁠​‍ her bare feet,‍‍⁠ but Aiselin approached​​‍ with a gentle​​‍ smile and held​⁠‌ her hands tightly.​‍

“It’s⁠​‍ natural to be​‌⁠ suspicious of me‍⁠‍ now, Lady Siern.‍ But please, trust⁠‍ me for now.‌ I’ll try to⁠‍ buy time while‍‌​ avoiding Sir Dereck’s‍‍ schemes, and I’ll‌‌ do everything I can to make‌ him change his⁠ mind.”

“Do‍⁠‌ you really think​​​ that heartless monster‍⁠​ will change his​​ mind? I’d rather…‍‍⁠ tell everything to‍ my father. Tell‌‍ him that lunatic​‍ is trying to​ kill me and‍ beg him to​ kick him out.”‌⁠‌

“Right‌ now, Sir Dereck‌‍⁠ has the full⁠ trust and support‌⁠ of Lord Melverot.‍‍​ In this Rochester⁠‍ mansion, having Lord‍ Melverot’s backing means‌⁠​ there’s no way​ to stop him.”​‍

Siern⁠​‍ showed a look‍‌ of disbelief.

To⁠ think that a magic teacher she‌ didn’t even know,‌‍‍ who had come‌‌‍ from somewhere in​⁠ the southwest of‍‌ the continent, would‌‍‍ have such trust.‌⁠‌

However,⁠‍‍ once she calmed​⁠ down a bit,‌ she quickly realized‌‌ that the situation‌‌‍ was not in‍⁠⁠ her favor.

A killer who murdered‌ people when given​​​ the chance, versus​‍ a competent magic‍​ teacher recognized in‍‍ the southwestern empire.‍

It‌‍ didn’t take much‍​ thought to know‍ who Melverot would‌⁠ believe. In the‌‌ end, she would​⁠‌ need Aiselin’s help.​ If that man​​​ named Dereck really‍ tried to kill‌⁠ her, she wouldn’t‍‍‌ be able to‍ escape on her​‍​ own.

“Fine.​⁠ Keep being suspicious‌⁠‍ of me, Lady⁠ Siern. I’ll do‌ what I can.”‌‌‌

However,⁠‌ on Aiselin’s serious‌​ face, with her⁠​ lips tightly pressed‍⁠​ together, there was​‍ sincerity.

It‍‌ wasn’t an act‍⁠ or a lie,‍‌ but the look​‍⁠ of someone who⁠​‍ genuinely cared about⁠ Siern.

‘Don’t‌ be fooled.’

Siern‍⁠ clenched her teeth⁠ and pushed Aiselin​⁠⁠ away. A coldness⁠⁠​ even more frigid‍⁠ than the vast‌ snowy fields of‌ the north flowed‌⁠​ inside her.

No⁠ matter how much‍‌​ Aiselin tried to​‌​ embrace her with‌⁠ warmth, she couldn’t​​ win over the⁠ heart of that‍‍ thorny girl.

Siern‍‍ glared at her⁠‍ fiercely. Even so,‍​ Aiselin kept a resolute expression.

She​⁠​ was someone with​‍ a strong heart.⁠‌​

Thus,⁠​ Aiselin began secretly‌ visiting the tower‍‍‍ several times, whispering‍ information to Siern.‌​‍

She​‍ even warned her‍ that Dereck was‍‌⁠ poisoning the food.‌​‍ She cautioned her‍‌⁠ repeatedly not to‍ let her guard‌ down, since it‍‍ was a slow-acting‍‌‍ poison, and not⁠ to touch any‌‍​ food brought by‌ Dereck or the‌ servants.

Although‍​ she doubted Aiselin’s‌⁠‍ words, Siern never⁠ touched the food⁠‌​ brought by Dereck​​ with the servants.‍‍

She⁠ pretended to eat​​ just enough, then‍ spat everything out,‍ surviving only on⁠‌​ the food Aiselin​‍ brought separately. The‍ meals managed by⁠‌​ Dereck were removed⁠​​ by Aiselin and‌⁠ discarded completely.

From‌⁠ time to time,‌⁠ Dereck examined Siern’s‍ body with his​ icy gaze, as​⁠ if checking her‌​ condition, and each‍ time, Siern suppressed​ her growing fear⁠​⁠ and pretended it‍⁠ didn’t affect her.​

Whenever‌‌⁠ Dereck spoke to‍ her, she responded⁠ coldly, provoked him,​ and thought about‍‌ how to drive⁠ that arrogant commoner‍ out of the‌‌ mansion.

Meanwhile,‍ Aiselin never stopped‍​ moving around.

Fearing⁠‌ for Lady Siern’s‌ health, she checked‍ on her condition‍ several times and,​ when possible, begged‌​‍ Dereck to reconsider‌ killing her.

Each‍⁠ time, Dereck firmly​ rejected her pleas,​ but she continued‍⁠ her double life‌‍ without losing her‍⁠‍ resolve.

Thus,​ one day became​ three, and three​‍ days became a week.

During‌‍⁠ that long time,‌​ Aiselin barely slept‌ and gave most‌ of her own‍​⁠ meals to Siern,​ enduring the biting‌ cold.

At‍ night she would⁠‌‌ visit Siern’s room‍ to report the​ latest news, and‍ during the day⁠‌ she discussed Siern’s⁠‌ educational policy with​⁠‌ the servants or⁠ kept an eye‌‍​ on Dereck’s movements.​

As​​‌ time passed, Aiselin’s‍ face grew paler​ and more exhausted,​ but thanks to​⁠ her, Siern remained‍ alive.

“There’s‌ nothing abnormal with​‍‌ your health, right?⁠​ I hope you⁠‍ never let your⁠ guard down, Lady‌⁠ Siern. When Dereck‌​ notices the medicine‍ isn’t working, he​‌ might resort to‍‌⁠ other methods. I’ll…‌‍⁠ try to find‌‍ out what he’s⁠‌‌ thinking as soon⁠ as I get‍‌ a chance.”

“…”‌

“Don’t‍‍‌ worry so much,⁠​⁠ Lady Siern. I’ve​‍⁠ told you many‌⁠ times. Dereck may‍​‍ seem cold and‍⁠ ruthless, but he​ has a human‍ and selfless side.⁠‌ As someone raised‌ in the Duchy​ of Duplain, I know that better​​ than anyone.”

“That’s‍ enough.”

When‌‍‍ she came to,‍‌ Siern was already⁠‌ speaking informally to‌‌ Aiselin.

Her‌‍⁠ unwavering righteousness was⁠ admirable, but everything‌‍​ had a limit.‌​‌

“What’s‍ the point of​⁠ enduring like this?”‍

“Lady⁠ Siern…”

“Life‌‌ is like the​‍⁠ jungle. Kill or⁠‌​ be killed. Do​ you understand what​‍⁠ I’m saying?”

Siern⁠‌⁠ let her bluish⁠⁠​ hair fall as⁠‌​ she got out⁠⁠​ of bed and⁠‍‍ looked directly at‌ Aiselin.

“You…‍​⁠ what are you?⁠ You’re not on⁠ my side, nor‌​ on that man’s‍‌ side…”

“That…​ that’s…”

Although⁠ she was deceiving​ Dereck solely to‍ save Siern, she‍ couldn’t completely abandon⁠​ her fundamental trust‌ in him.

Siern‍‍ couldn’t understand Aiselin’s​ way of thinking.‌⁠⁠ How could she⁠‍‌ still have emotional​‍‍ empathy for a man so monstrous,‌ who acted with⁠⁠ such violence and‍ arrogance? How was⁠‍ that different from‍‍ a wife who‌‌ says she’s fine‍ while being beaten​ every day?

However,‍​​ she couldn’t say‍​⁠ it out loud​ because she herself‍‌‍ wasn’t free from⁠‍‍ the accusations of⁠‌ being violent and‌‌‍ arrogant.

That‍ girl named Aiselin‍‌​ trusted and believed​​ even in people⁠ like them. She‌‌ was someone who‌ extended her unshakable‌‌ faith even to‌⁠ the possibility that‍⁠‌ man named Dereck​‍‌ represented.

That’s‍⁠ why Siern felt⁠ frustrated.

“That’s⁠⁠ enough. Let me⁠​ die. If that​‍ man kills me,​​ so be it.‌⁠ I don’t want‌‍ pity from someone‍‍ with a head⁠‌ full of flowers‍ like you, nor‌⁠‌ do I want​‍ to beg for‌⁠ my life.”

Snap!‍‌

Just‌⁠ as Siern said⁠‍ that, brushing the⁠‌​ edge of despair,⁠⁠ Aiselin clenched her‌ teeth and slapped​‍ her.

In⁠⁠ an instant, Siern’s‌‍ pupils widened.

If​‍‌ someone were to‍ choose the kindest⁠ and most benevolent⁠ person in the​⁠ world, many would‌​‍ name Aiselin.

It‌ was rare for‌‌​ someone so simple​‍ to resort to​⁠ violence. Even Siern​ was so surprised‌ she couldn’t help​⁠ but tremble.

“Don’t⁠‌ accept death so‌​⁠ easily. Don’t you‍ know that everything​⁠ ends once you​⁠ give up?”

Aiselin⁠ spoke every word‌​ through clenched teeth.‌​‌ She was a girl raised carefully​‌‍ in a noble‍‍​ family. Normally, people‍⁠ like that lack​ a sense of​⁠ reality and only‌‌‌ talk about ideals.⁠

However,‍ Aiselin was a young woman who⁠‌ rolled up her‍​‌ sleeves to stand⁠⁠‌ even in the​ crumbled mansion of‍‌‍ the Duplain family.‍​‌

The⁠‌ truly strong don’t⁠‌ show their swords.​‍ The poison hidden‍⁠⁠ in sweetness is‍ the one that‌ has real value.⁠‌‍

She⁠​ was someone with​ an iron will‍ to live, capable⁠‌ of spreading manure‌ with her own‍⁠‍ hands to sow,⁠⁠‍ and selling household​⁠‍ items despite the⁠⁠ shame.

That’s⁠ why she couldn’t​‍ ignore those who‍ gave up on‌ themselves.

Ever​​‍ since she wandered​ through taverns in‌ search of Diela’s⁠‍⁠ teacher, her strong‌‍⁠ nature had already⁠⁠⁠ been evident.

Siern⁠‍⁠ felt she was​​ seeing Aiselin’s true​⁠‍ depths and couldn’t​⁠ say anything.

“You⁠⁠ can live. I won’t ask you⁠⁠⁠ to learn magic⁠⁠ or etiquette. You​ don’t need any‌​ of that. Just…‍ don’t throw away⁠ your precious life⁠‌‍ over a nature⁠‍ you don’t even​​ understand. That… just‌‌ that… I can’t‌‌​ bear it…”

“What…⁠‍ what… why… why‌‍ are you crying…?”⁠

“Did⁠​ you understand what‍ I said?”

Aiselin’s‌​ eyes turned red‍‍ and she began​‍‌ to sob. It‌ was an undignified⁠‍ reaction, but that‍‌‌ didn’t matter in‌ that moment.

Aiselin​ knew someone in⁠‌ a situation similar,​​⁠ though subtly different,‍‍ to Siern’s. Her‍ sister, Diella.

Diella​ now aspired to​‌​ become the true​ power behind Ebelstein,⁠⁠‌ with the qualities‌‍‍ of a ruler,​⁠ but during her‌‍ wandering days, she​⁠‍ had been a girl who despised​⁠ her own life,⁠‌⁠ just like Siern.‌⁠

Aiselin‌⁠ knew better than​⁠ anyone how sad,​​ lonely, and painful‌‌ that was. That’s​​⁠ why she couldn’t⁠ leave Siern alone.‍⁠

“I…​​⁠ I…”

“I’ll‍‌‌ try to fool⁠​⁠ Sir Dereck a little more. While​​⁠ he changes his​‍ mind, we’ll gain‍​‌ time. And somehow…⁠⁠⁠ I’ll convince him…”‌‌‍

Aiselin‍⁠ tried to speak​ with a deeply​​​ serious expression.

“That​ won’t work.”

Bang!⁠‌

It‌‌ was Dereck who⁠ burst into the⁠ inner room.

Both‌ Aiselin and Siern⁠​‌ flinched and looked‌‌ in that direction.​⁠ The man, dressed‌ in mercenary garb‍⁠‌ with a frozen‌ expression, was standing‍ there.

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