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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 8: Diella (1)

Chapter 8: Diella (1)

—“What‌⁠⁠ does it really‍ mean to teach‌‌⁠ someone, Master?”

While‌‍​ absorbed in studying‌‌​ magic, Dereck asked⁠ Katia that question.⁠⁠
They were inside​⁠​ the carriage, returning‍ from a monster​‌‍ extermination mission near‌‍ the border.

Dereck‌‍‌ had some injuries,⁠ and Katia was​‍ treating them, applying‌⁠ the proper care.⁠​⁠

—“Why​‍​ do you ask‍ all of a sudden?”

—“…Just​​ curious.”

Having⁠‍ explored the mercenary‍ world from a young age, Dereck‌⁠ often saw fighters⁠‌​ serving their masters⁠‌ under the pretense⁠ of a master-disciple‍⁠⁠ relationship.

It‍⁠⁠ seemed illogical to​ him how even⁠ those with hard​ and cruel temperaments‌ could act so‌‍‌ reverently toward their‍ masters.

This⁠‍‌ sparked great curiosity‍⁠⁠ in him.

—“I’ve‍ seen people who‍⁠‍ wouldn’t hesitate to‌​ stab someone in‍ the back or‍​ scream at strangers⁠ completely repress their‍⁠ nature in front⁠‌ of their masters.​ Hmm… Maybe it’s‍ because you’re somewhat‌⁠ kind, Master Katia,⁠‌ but is everyone⁠ like that?”

—“It‍‌​ would be a problem to assume‌ everything in the‍⁠⁠ harsh mercenary world‌ applies here. Not⁠⁠ all master-disciple relationships‌ are like that.”‌​

Katia⁠​‍ spoke softly while‍ wrapping a bandage‍⁠​ around Dereck’s arm.‍

—“And⁠‍ you, Dereck, are‍⁠‍ relatively easy to‌​ teach. You have‍‌⁠ exceptional talent for​‌ magic, you absorb⁠ knowledge quickly, and⁠ you’re always cooperative.”‌‌‌

—“Isn’t​‌ being cooperative just​​ natural if you’re​‌‍ trying to learn‌ something?”

—“That⁠‌ would be ideal,⁠⁠​ yes. But the​ world doesn’t always​‌ function according to​ ideals, does it?‍​​ Sometimes there are‌ those who despise‌ their teachers, grinding​ their teeth, ready‌⁠ to lash out⁠‍ at any provocation.”​‌

Dereck‌‍ rubbed his chin​​ thoughtfully.

If‌​ a disciple is​‍ someone who bares⁠​‌ their teeth at​ their master, can⁠​‌ they really be​ called a disciple?‍ Is there even‌ a need to‌​⁠ teach such people?‌

However,‍⁠ as Katia said,‌ the world doesn’t⁠ always follow the‌​‍ ideal path.

—“If⁠ you had to​ teach such a rebellious and ungrateful‍ student, what would​​‍ you do, Master?”⁠

—“I​ would try to⁠⁠ understand them to‌ the end, embrace​‌ them, and guide‍‌​ them.”

—“…That‍​ sounds way too‌​‌ idealistic.”

—“…Yes,‌⁠⁠ you’re right. But⁠⁠⁠ ultimately, the essence‌ of teaching lies⁠ in guiding the⁠ student down a better path, embracing‌ and leading them.”⁠‌‍

Her⁠ tone was casual.‌

—“If⁠‌‌ communication through understanding‍ and compassion isn’t‌​‌ possible, then we‌​ must look for​​​ a different starting​ point, but we‍⁠‌ must not forget​ that essence.”

—“A⁠⁠ different starting point?⁠​ What would that‌‌​ be?”

Katia‌‌ continued bandaging in⁠​​ silence, her gaze‌‍ lowered.

—“Instill​⁠ fear.”

Dereck​⁠ closed his mouth‍‌‌ silently.

—“There‌‌​ are times when⁠ you have to‌‍​ start from there.”‍

***‌

—“Treat‍​ others with consideration⁠⁠‍ and respect.”

Dereck’s⁠‌‌ cold voice rang‍‍ out in the‌‍⁠ silent room.

In⁠ Lady Diella’s messy⁠​‌ room, stained with‍‌⁠ dirty water, Dereck‌​⁠ spoke again amid‍‍ the silence.

“Get‌ up.”

Lady⁠ Diella, her eyes​⁠ trembling, stared at‍‌ Dereck, then, following‌⁠⁠ his order, stood‌​ up.

And⁠ slowly, approaching Dereck,‍⁠​ she raised her‌⁠ hand and slapped‍ him across the​‌ face.

Slap!​⁠​

Dereck’s‌‌‌ head turned to⁠ one side.

Diella,‍‍ panting, spoke with​ a voice burning‍​ with fury.

“You…‍ who do you‍​ think you are…?‍‍⁠ You…”

Slap!⁠

Before⁠‍ Diella could finish,​⁠​ Dereck’s hand moved⁠ again.

This⁠‍ time, Diella’s head‌‍ turned the other‍ way. Her pupils​‍‌ dilated to the​ limit.

Looking‍‍ at Dereck, his‌‍ expression remained unchanged.⁠‍​ His red eyes‍ stared solely at​ Diella.

She​‌‍ had grown like‌​‍ a flower in⁠⁠⁠ a greenhouse, and⁠‌ he like wild​ grass on the‍‌‍ roadside.

At‍ the moment they⁠ felt the abyss‌‍ between them, an‌ emotion they seemed​ to experience for‌ the first time⁠⁠ overwhelmed them.

That‌‍ emotion was fear—fear⁠ of the unknown.‌​

“As‌​ I said, when‌​​ dealing with others,⁠ you must be‌ considerate and respectful.”‌‌‍

“Shut​​‌ up!”

Diella,​‌ with her small​‌‍ hands, somehow grabbed‍‍‌ Dereck’s tunic by​‍ the collar.

No​‌​ matter what she‌‌ tried, it was‍ useless. No matter⁠⁠‌ how many times​ the small girl​‌⁠ repeated her spiteful⁠‌ words, Dereck didn’t‌‌‌ even flinch.

“What’s⁠ going on here?‍ Why isn’t anyone​ stopping this?”

Hearing‍‌ the commotion, Butler​⁠ Delron quickly pushed‌‌‌ past the servants⁠⁠ and ran in.‍

The⁠​ elderly butler, alarmed,‍​ scolded the confused‌‍​ servants and immediately‍ stepped between Dereck⁠‍ and Diella.

He⁠‌ knew Dereck. He‌ was the one⁠⁠‍ who had come​⁠ with the mercenary⁠‍‍ group, seeking a teacher along with‌⁠‌ Lady Aiselin.

“Let’s‍‍​ stop here. Going‍ any further would​ be extremely dangerous.”‍

Dangerous.​⁠‍

That⁠ word seemed more​⁠⁠ like a warning‍ for Dereck than‍‌‌ Diella.

A commoner daring to‌ touch the duke’s⁠​ daughter; it was‌⁠ a serious crime,‌ punishable by mutilation‌ without hesitation.

“If‌‌ this ends here,⁠ you might be​​ crippled for life,⁠ but at least‌​​ you’d survive.” That’s⁠‍‍ what Butler Delron‍ meant.

However,⁠‍​ Dereck, indifferently, pulled​⁠‍ a document with​ the duke’s seal​ from his coat⁠​ and threw it​‍ onto the tea‍​⁠ table.

The​ contents weren’t complicated.‍

“His​‌‍ Grace, the Grand‌‍ Duke Duplain, has‍ granted me full​⁠ authority over Lady⁠​​ Diella’s education. Whatever‍⁠ methods I choose,‍ remember they carry⁠ his approval.”

“What…​ are you saying?”‌‌

It‌‍‍ was a document‌‌​ even the butler⁠‍‍ hadn’t seen. He‍​ was stunned. That⁠ meant it hadn’t​‍⁠ been sent officially‌‍‌ through the butler;​⁠ the Grand Duke‌ had written it⁠ directly.

Butler‌⁠ Delron doubted its⁠​ authenticity. A commoner‌‍ striking a noble‌​ wasn’t just a moral matter about⁠ violence. It was‌​​ a challenge to‍ the nobility’s authority.⁠‌

If​ actions like this‍ were allowed, it⁠‌​ would be a great disgrace to​⁠ the entire noble‌‌​ house. Nobles had‍‍⁠ to remain superior‍ at all times.⁠⁠‍

How⁠ could the Grand‌ Duke Duplain, at‌‌​ the top of​⁠ power, allow such​‌⁠ a thing?

When‍ Butler Delron looked‌ at Dereck with‌⁠​ that question in‌​ mind, Dereck responded‌ as if reading‌‌ his thoughts.

“Prince​ Leigh asked you‍​​ to investigate something,‍ didn’t he?”

“…!”​‌

The​ duke’s second son,​ Leigh, had given‍ up all hope‍‌ on Diella’s rehabilitation.‍⁠‌

He‍ had changed course,​‌ planning to send‌ her to a monastery on the​⁠⁠ border. It was‌​‌ part of the‍⁠ plan he had‍​ ordered the butler​ to investigate.

The⁠ Grand Duke Duplain‍‌ had rejected the⁠ proposal, but he‌⁠ felt overwhelmed. The⁠⁠ fact that such​ a suggestion was​⁠ boldly presented to⁠​​ the Grand Duke​ meant the situation​‌⁠ was beyond tolerable.‌‌

Not⁠ only the pavilion’s‌⁠ servants, but even‌‌‍ the retainers in‍‍​ the main house​​‍ were exhausted from​‍ her tantrums. As‌​ the head of‌⁠ the household, he‍​⁠ couldn’t turn a blind eye forever.​‍

Therefore,​‌‍ this decision was‌⁠‌ a drastic measure⁠​⁠ a father, loving⁠ his daughter, had​ to make with⁠ a resolute heart.‍‌

If‌ this extreme measure‌ failed, then the‌‍ condition would be⁠‍⁠ deemed incurable.

“Lady‍ Diella, you don’t⁠⁠‍ have many chances⁠ left.”

With‍ that implicit warning,‍ Delron’s expression hardened.‍‍‍

Most‌​‍ importantly, Dereck’s actions‍‍​ were hard to​​‌ believe.

A boy, a mercenary‌ turned mage. Though​‍​ he’d grown wild,⁠​ like something born​ of nature, no⁠ commoner had that‍⁠ level of audacity.‍‌

Even​​​ with the Grand⁠⁠ Duke’s certificate backing‌⁠ him, it was⁠ rare for someone​​ to dare slap​‍‍ a noble lady.‌‍

The⁠‍ Grand Duke Duplain‍ had a keen‍⁠ ability to judge‌‍⁠ a person’s potential.‍‌⁠

Whether​ he foresaw this​⁠ or not, Delron⁠‍ didn’t know at⁠‌‍ the time.

***​‌

“Brother!‌ Brother! Please, calm‌ down for a moment, brother.”

Creack!​

That​ night, after the​‍‌ situation had calmed‍ down, Dereck was​ organizing his gear‍ in the guest‌​ room provided by⁠⁠ the butler.

A man, full of‌ rage, burst into‍‍​ the room where⁠ Dereck was staying.⁠‍​

“You’re‌⁠‍ the mercenary Aiselin⁠ brought? Yeah, you’re‌⁠ the one I saw outside the⁠⁠ audience chamber today.”​

“Brother!​ No, calm down‌ before you act!‌​ Brother!”

Valerian⁠‍‌ Leonard Duplain, the​​ eldest son of​⁠ the Duplain family.‌ A handsome man‌​ with long blond‍ hair and a tall figure, his‍ face was livid⁠‍ as he grabbed‍‍ the collar of‍ Dereck’s tunic.

He‍​‍ had been designated⁠‌​ as the heir‍⁠‌ to the Duplain⁠‍ household, known for‌⁠ his gentle and​ affectionate demeanor.

However,​​ there wasn’t a trace of kindness‍⁠‌ in his face⁠ as he glared‍ at Dereck, gripping​‍‌ his collar.

“You‍​ dare… you dare…”⁠‌

“Brother!”​‍

Leigh,⁠​ trying to pull‌‌‌ him away, looked​ desperate.

Dereck,‌​ still held by‌⁠⁠ the collar, listened​ and then replied‌ calmly.

“This⁠⁠‌ matter has His‌‌‌ Grace’s permission.”

He⁠⁠ declared the obvious‍⁠ fact with great‌ respect. At that,​​⁠ Valerian held his‌ breath for a moment, then shut⁠ his eyes tightly⁠‌ and released Dereck’s‌‍‍ collar.

“…Ah.”⁠

Valerian‌ then sighed deeply,⁠⁠‍ rubbed his face‌ as if washing‌ it without water,​‌​ and said,

“Follow‌‍‌ me. Leigh, let’s‌​ train.”

“No,‌​​ if I don’t⁠⁠ follow you, who⁠ knows what’ll happen…”‍‌‍

“I⁠⁠⁠ won’t argue about‍⁠​ this any further.”​‍‍

With‌ that, Valerian looked‌ at Dereck, indicating‌ he should come​ along, and left⁠ through the open​ door.

Leigh⁠ watched Valerian go,​‌‌ took a deep‍ breath, and patted​‍ Dereck on the​ shoulder.

“Yeah.‍‍⁠ I heard what⁠‍ happened earlier. I’m‍ on your side.​⁠‌ Diella needs a good slap to​​ wake up. Does⁠​ she really think⁠ being noble will‍ protect her from‍‍ everything?”

“…No.”​‍

“Anyway,​ she’s hopeless. Well,⁠​ she’ll be sent‌‌ to the monastery⁠‍ soon, so hang​​ in there a bit longer. Valerian…‌‌​ he’s too kind,⁠ but he’s a good guy. He⁠‌ won’t hurt you,‍​‍ so don’t be‍​‍ nervous… Anyway, with​⁠⁠ that, I’ll be​ off.”

Leigh,‌⁠‍ with his sturdy‍​ frame and square‍‌ jaw, sighed deeply​ and followed through‌⁠ the open door.​‌

“Good‍ grief… What’s the​ point of clinging⁠​‌ to a hopeless‌‍ cause…? My brother,‍ seriously.”

Leigh’s⁠‌‌ grumbling expression as‌ he left didn’t‌‌ look very cheerful‍‌ either. He seemed⁠ to have completely‌‍‌ lost hope in‌‌ Diella.

***‍​

The‍ room Valerian led‌ Dereck to was‍‌​ on the first​⁠‌ floor of the⁠⁠ main building of‍‌‌ the mansion.

At‍‌ a glance, it​​⁠ seemed like a place that hadn’t​​⁠ been visited in⁠⁠ a long time.‌⁠‍ However, despite that,​‍‍ not a speck⁠‌​ of dust could‌​ be seen—as if​ it were cleaned‍ meticulously on a regular basis.

Swoosh!⁠‍​

With​​ a magical gesture‌⁠ from Valerian, the‍ scattered chandeliers in⁠‍‌ the room lit⁠​⁠ up, revealing a glimpse of the​ interior.

It‍⁠ was a beautiful‌ and small room.‍‍

On⁠⁠​ one side was‌ a bed decorated⁠‌⁠ with cute bows⁠‌‍ and ribbons, and​‌ on the other,‍‌​ a neatly arranged​​ shelf displayed small,‌​ charming dolls. A wardrobe full of​⁠ lovely lace dresses,​‌⁠ and another tidy‌‍​ shelf with various⁠ books—it was an‌⁠ old-fashioned but childlike‍​ room. Far too‍‌‍ spacious for one​‍ girl, but given​‍‌ her status, it‌ wasn’t unusual.

“This‍ was Diella’s room‍ when she stayed​ in the main‍ house,” Valerian said​​‍ softly.

Now‌⁠ she lived in‌ semi-isolation in her‍​ own pavilion, but‌⁠ apparently, Diella had​⁠ been different back‌ when she was‌ here.

In‌​‍ a corner of‌‌ the room, several‌ canvases and painting⁠⁠⁠ supplies were arranged.‌⁠‍ As Dereck looked⁠ toward them, Valerian‌ offered an explanation.​

“Diella‌​ loved to paint.⁠ Mostly landscapes. It‌ started as part​ of her social​ education, but she‌ became very interested‌⁠‍ and would always‌ come to show⁠ me her work‌ with joy.”

“…”‍

“I​‌​ often remember how⁠​‌ she used to​⁠ run over, asking‌ me to look​ at her paintings.”⁠‌​

Strolling‍ between the canvases,‌​‌ Dereck’s eyes fell⁠ on one covered‍‌⁠ with a pristine‌⁠ white cloth.

Noticing‌‌ his gaze, Valerian​⁠​ unveiled it. A carefully painted sunset‌ began to emerge.​

The⁠⁠ painting showed a young girl on‍‌‌ her maid’s back,‌‍‍ looking at a magnificent sunset.

However,​ the edges of‍ the canvas were‍‌​ empty.

“This‌​‌ is the last​ painting she worked​​ on. As you‌ can see, it’s​ incomplete.”

“Incomplete?”‌​⁠

“Diella‍‍ always enjoyed painting,​‌​ but she rarely⁠ finished her works.‌⁠ She’d leave the​ margins empty and‌‍ only paint the‌‍‌ parts she liked.”‍

Looking‌‌⁠ again, it was‌​‍ evident that the‌⁠ landscape was only​‍‌ partially filled, with‌⁠‌ blank spaces here‍‍ and there.

As⁠​ they observed the‌‌ paintings, Valerian sat​ on the edge⁠ of a table​‍ in the corner‍⁠​ of the room.‍⁠‌

Then‍⁠​ he pressed his⁠‌​ forehead, sighed, and⁠‌ said,

“…I‍ apologize for letting‍ my emotions get⁠‌ the better of⁠‌​ me earlier. I truly apologize.”

His‍​ expression conveyed remorse.‍⁠⁠ It wasn’t easy‍ for a noble‌‍ of his status‍ to apologize to​‍‍ a commoner.

“I’ve⁠​ always vowed to⁠⁠‍ be rational, but‌​ I acted emotionally⁠ at a crucial⁠‍​ moment. Especially when​​ family is involved.​ In that sense,⁠‍‍ I’m still far‍⁠ from being a competent leader.”

“…May‍‌​ I ask why⁠ you showed me‌⁠⁠ this room?”

“…I‌⁠‌ wanted to reassure‌‍ you. She’s not‍‍ a girl who​ deserves to be‌⁠ insulted and abused⁠‌‌ like that.”

Valerian​‌⁠ spoke in a grave voice, explaining‍⁠ calmly.

“But⁠‍⁠ at some point,‌ she became obsessed⁠ with her lineage,‌⁠‍ looking down on‌‍‍ those beneath her.​ I don’t know⁠ why… what triggered‌⁠ this change. She‍⁠ started changing little​‌ by little, and​‌‍ recently she’s become‍ the person you​​⁠ know.”

“….”​

“I​⁠‌ just… don’t understand.‌‌ Why she became‌⁠‍ so fanatical about‌ her bloodline, what​‌ made Diella so​ bitter. She was‌ slow to learn⁠​‌ magic and imperfect​⁠ in many ways,‍‌​ but… she always​‍‍ lived brightly. She‍‌⁠ used to paint‍ what she loved,​​​ and she was‍‍ a lovely girl⁠‌ who always enjoyed‌‍⁠ cheerful conversations with⁠ her family.”

Valerian​​ rose from the​‍ table where he‍‍​ was seated, straightened‍ the formal clothing‍​‍ worn by nobles,⁠‍ and bowed his‍‌ head. Dereck couldn’t⁠‍​ help but be⁠ shocked.

Though​‍​ the power struggle​‌ was far off‌ due to the⁠⁠ Duke’s good health,​ he was still​​⁠ the next head‌⁠​ of the noble‍‍⁠ Duplain family.

His​ status didn’t allow‍‌ him to bow‌‌‌ casually to a commoner. Beyond pride,‍​​ it was against‍‍‌ noble etiquette.

“I’ve‍​ heard from my​​‌ father. If things⁠⁠ continue this way,⁠⁠ Diella will be‍⁠​ sent to the‍‌ monastery.”

“That‍‌ would be a problem.”

“If​‌‍ she could just⁠ master one first-tier‌‍ spell, I might​ be able to⁠‍ persuade my father.‍ At least, she​‍ could prepare for⁠⁠ her societal debut.⁠‌⁠ So please… I beg you… give​ Diella one more‍ chance.”

Valerian‍ raised his head,‌‍ his expression serious.‌ He understood the​​‌ urgency, but from‍⁠ Dereck’s perspective, it‍ was instantly a headache.

According⁠‍‍ to the servants,‌‍‌ when something didn’t⁠ go her way,‌ she hit people,⁠‌ broke things in‌ frustration, insulted retainers,‍​ and flaunted her‌‌ status.

Valerian’s⁠ story was hard‌ to believe; she‌ was a spoiled‍ brat, a failure,‌‌⁠ someone with a ruined character. Rehabilitating​⁠⁠ her into a refined lady and‍ teaching her magic⁠‍ as well. It‍‍ was like asking‍ for a miracle.​​

The‌‍​ record of burning⁠​ through 20 tutors‌​ in 8 months​‍ suddenly made sense.‍

“…”​‍

Even⁠ so, Dereck decided​‍ to take another⁠​ look around Diella’s‌ room to collect‌‌‌ his thoughts.

The‌ canvases were full‍‌ of various landscapes.​⁠ The blankets were​ neatly folded. Delicate​‍​ bows and ribbons.‍⁠‌

As​‍​ he silently examined‌​​ the bookshelf, he‍‌ saw many volumes‌ used for home​‌‌ education.

Books⁠⁠‌ on embroidery, flower‍⁠ arrangements, horseback riding.‌‌ Even the expensive​ magic books were‍‌⁠ just one part⁠⁠​ among them. It‌‌​ seemed that, as​⁠‌ a daughter of‍​ a noble house,​⁠‍ she had her‌ own separate magic​ education set.

“…Hmm.”‌‌‍

Dereck‍⁠ rubbed his chin‌‌ and slowly scanned‍‌‍ the bookshelf. They​ were all etiquette-based‍‌‌ magic books. Of‌​ course. This was⁠ House Duplain.

He‍ took one and‍ flipped through it—the‌​‌ signs of diligent‍‍‍ reading were clear.‍ Notes and practice​ reflections were scribbled⁠ throughout.

It‌ was obvious. Diella‌ hadn’t given up‍​​ from the beginning.‍‌ Though her efforts‍‍ were exhausting, the‌​ results never came.⁠‍‌ The magnitude of‌ the effort mattered,⁠‌ but the direction‍​ of that effort​‍ was just as⁠‌⁠ important.

Seeing​‍‍ the shelf filled​ with theory-based etiquette‍⁠‌ books, Dereck couldn’t‌⁠‍ help but think​ so.

“Let’s‍ give it a try.”

Dereck​⁠ returned the book‌⁠⁠ he had taken​‌ to the shelf‍​​ and said to‍‍ Valerian. Then, once⁠‍⁠ again, he put‌ on his cloak⁠⁠⁠ and hat and‍ left the room.​

His‍ steps didn’t head‌‌ toward his bedroom,‌‌⁠ but toward the‍‌ mansion’s pavilion, surrounded‍ by rose vines.‍​ The darkness of‌ midnight greeted him⁠​ as he quietly‌‌ crossed the garden.​​

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