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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 80: People (7)

Chapter 80: People (7)

The‍​ blizzard intensified.

With⁠​​ each step Siern​ took across the‍​ snowy field, the‍‌ snow around her‍‍​ scattered into the⁠​‍ sky from the‌ force of her‌ magic.

It​ looked as if​⁠‌ a living whirlwind‌​‌ was in motion.⁠‍​

Whooosh!‍⁠

Whistle!⁠‍

Though⁠⁠‌ her eyes were​⁠ filled with emotions​‍ of rage, Siern‍⁠ no longer raised‌⁠ her voice.

Aiselin‌​ was merely someone‌ she had met‌⁠⁠ a few weeks⁠⁠ ago, just a passing acquaintance.

She⁠ was the complete⁠ opposite of Siern.​‍‍ They had nothing​ in common, so‌ they couldn’t have⁠​ been particularly close.‌

That‌⁠ was why it‍ was strange that‍ her death enraged​​⁠ her so much.⁠‍

Whistle!‌⁠​

Yet,⁠‌​ seeing Aiselin buried⁠ in the snow,​‍ unmoving, Siern bit‌ down hard on​ her lower lip.‌

Even​⁠​ with such a brief encounter, Siern‌⁠‌ could tell.

She‍‌‌ was a person‌ of such integrity⁠ that she deserved⁠‍​ to be called​‌ the flower of⁠‍​ the Duplain family,​‌ and so understanding​​ that she tried​ to comprehend even⁠‍ someone like Siern,​‌‍ who everyone called‌⁠‍ a monster. She⁠​ was a beautiful‌ girl, as if​ everything in the⁠ world had blessed‌⁠ her.

Even⁠ Siern’s frozen heart‍⁠⁠ trembled when she‌⁠⁠ saw her.

Siern,‌​‍ who couldn’t control‌⁠‍ her murderous instinct,‌‌⁠ probably would’ve tried‌‍​ to push her⁠⁠ away somehow… but​‌ even so, she⁠‍ wasn’t someone who‍ deserved to die‍ so easily.

‘Even⁠‍‍ human life has⁠​​ value and dignity.’‌⁠

‘If⁠‌ someone had to‌ die, it should’ve‌‌ been me.’

‘It’s‌ far too unjust​‍​ that someone so‌​‍ precious, who tried‍ to embrace and​‌​ care for me⁠ despite what I am, should die​‌⁠ like that.’

That’s​‌‍ why the girl⁠​ raised her head‌ and looked at​⁠ the mercenary before⁠‍⁠ her.

Lifting⁠ her hand and​‌⁠ clenching her fist⁠‍ tightly, she effortlessly⁠ invoked a second-tier‍‌ summoning spell: “Call‌‍​ of the Beast.”​⁠‍

Whooosh!‍

Dozens‌ of wolves made⁠​​ of magic emerged‍​‍ onto the snowy​‌ field.

Those⁠ spectral beasts bared‍ their fangs and‌​ lunged at Dereck.‌ Each one was‌​ human-sized, but Dereck​‌ stepped back without‌⁠ a trace of⁠‌‌ panic and brandished⁠ his staff.

Grrrr!⁠​ Grrr!

Clang!⁠‍

Steam⁠‌ burst from the​ fiercely bared fangs.⁠⁠‍

Dereck‍​‍ kicked the belly​‍ of a drooling‍‌ wolf that lunged,‍ rolled once on‍‌‌ the ground, unsheathed‌ his sword, and⁠‌ slashed its throat.‌

Swoosh!‌

The‌​ series of movements​‌⁠ was so fluid‌⁠ and skillful.

The‍‌ wolf, not even‍ realizing it had⁠‍ been struck, returned⁠ to magic and‌​ vanished.

Yet​ dozens remained. The⁠⁠ pack surrounded Dereck​​ and charged in⁠​​ unison, but not‍‍ a single one‍ managed to scratch⁠‍‌ him.

Fwoosh!​‌​ Whoosh!

The⁠⁠ massive flames that‍​​ exploded engulfed the‍‌​ surroundings, and the‌ summoned wolves screamed​ as they were​ consumed by fire.⁠​⁠

Some‍ managed to get⁠⁠ close to Dereck,‌‌ but were soon‍‌​ taken out by‌‌​ his sword.

Slash!‍⁠‌ Whoosh!

Dereck,‌ who rolled once‍‌⁠ in the snow⁠‌ and stood, held⁠ a long sword‌‌ in one hand‍ and a staff‍⁠ in the other.⁠

Dereck,⁠​⁠ skilled in both​ magic and melee⁠​‍ combat, could handle‌​ any attack Siern‌‌⁠ threw at him.⁠‌

Siern⁠‌ knew this as‍​ well.

Though‌ her magical achievements‍‌⁠ were astounding for‌​ her age, she‌‍ couldn’t surpass Dereck.​‍ Knowing she could‍​ never beat him‌ in a direct⁠‌‌ confrontation, she thought⁠ only of distracting‌⁠ him.

And​‍ so, among the​⁠​ many spectral wolves,⁠⁠ she blended in⁠⁠​ a real beast.‍‍

Kaang!⁠⁠​

Siern’s‌ claws flew and‌‍⁠ clashed against Dereck’s‌‍ drawn sword.

Though​ her small, white‌ fingers had soft,​‍​ blunt nails, when⁠‍⁠ they struck the‍ blade, sparks flew​ and a fierce​‍​ sound erupted.

Crack!‍​ Crackle!

She‌‌ remembered that the‍‍‍ first time she‌‌‌ met Siern, her​ fingers had been⁠ vividly stained with‌‍ blood.

She​⁠‌ uses transformation magic⁠ to control even⁠⁠‌ the hardness and‌ strength of her‌ body. There’s no‍ one else in​ the world who​​ uses such advanced‍‌‍ transformation magic at​‍ her age.

Siern‌‍ then saw the⁠​‌ expression of the​‍ white-haired mercenary across​​‍ the blade.

That​ expression was so‍​‍ serene that Siern⁠​ clenched her mouth​ tightly again.

“You⁠‌⁠ must see me‌ as a monster‍‌​ too.”

“…”​⁠

“But‌ you don’t seem‌ particularly human either.”‍​​

Siern⁠⁠ gritted her teeth​ and gathered more‌ magical power.

As‌ mana flowed into⁠‌⁠ Dereck’s sword, Siern​ grabbed the sharp⁠ blade.

Crunch,​⁠​ crunch.

Crackle!‍‌

Finally,‍‍ the sword Siern⁠‍⁠ held shattered. As‌ Dereck scowled and⁠‍​ leaped back, Siern’s⁠‌ claws slashed at​ where he had​‌ been just a second before.

Whoosh!⁠

With​ one strike, the​​ massive surge of‌ mana blew away‌ all the accumulated‌‌‍ snow. And through‍​ the swirling snowflakes,‍​ she charged with⁠‍‌ glowing white eyes.​

She​‌‌ had the appearance⁠ of a beautiful‌​⁠ young girl, but‌⁠‍ she was no‌​ different from a beast blinded by​​ bloodlust.

‘Transformation‍ magic?’

Dereck​​ threw the sword,​‍​ now reduced to​‍ just the hilt,⁠‌‌ into the middle‌‌ of the field⁠ and picked up‍‌ his staff again.​⁠

The​​‌ magic that changes‍​‍ the properties of‌ matter is extremely⁠ difficult and requires​⁠ a vast amount⁠‌⁠ of mana.

If​‍​ she altered the‌​ essence of Dereck’s⁠ solid sword to‍ break it like‌ a cracker, even‍‌‌ a second-tier mage‌‌‌ would be gasping‍ for breath.

However,‌ Siern’s nimble movements‍ didn’t slow. Using⁠‍‍ third-tier transformation magic⁠​ and acceleration, she​ ran through the⁠‍‌ snowy field with​ even more determination.‌

By⁠ this point, it‍ was obvious why‌‍⁠ even the most‌‌‍ renowned mages couldn’t​‌⁠ control her.

To‍ subdue a girl‌⁠​ who charges without⁠‍ warning and radiates⁠ murderous intent, magic‍‍‍ knowledge, culture, or‌‍‍ elegance alone aren’t⁠‍ enough.

What’s‍ needed is an‍‍ overwhelming spirit that⁠ crushes her.

Bang!​‍

When‌‍ Dereck conjured a magical shield to​‌‍ block Siern’s next⁠⁠ attack, she was​ already panting heavily.​⁠⁠

She​ had used too​ much advanced magic‍​ in a short‌⁠​ amount of time.‍‌‍ Any ordinary mage​​ would’ve collapsed from‌ exhaustion.

Yet​​‌ Siern stared at​⁠ him intently.

Faced​ with the clear‌ murderous intent radiating‌ from her body,⁠‍‌ anyone would swallow‍ nervously.

But⁠​ Dereck let out⁠‌ a low chuckle.‌

“Are‌ you this angry⁠ because Lady Aiselin‍ died? What is​‌ it that angers⁠ you so much?”⁠‌‌

“…”‍

“Do‌⁠⁠ you really think​⁠‍ Lady Aiselin would’ve​‌‌ accepted and embraced⁠‌ you, Siern? Are⁠​ you angry because‍ you feel like​‍ you lost someone⁠‌ so valuable? What⁠ does that even‍ mean?”

Crackle,‌ snap.

Dereck’s​ protective magic showed⁠‍ no sign of​ breaking. In front​​⁠ of him, Dereck‌‍‌ lowered his gaze‌ and spoke with⁠​ a fierce look.​‌‌

“Either​‌ way, weren’t you⁠⁠ the one who⁠‍ killed her?”

“…”‌

“So⁠ it doesn’t matter​‍​ at all, does​‍ it? Lady Siern,​ you truly are‌⁠ peculiar.”

In‌‍ those ice-cold eyes⁠‌ was an emotion‍​ that seemed to‌ genuinely not understand⁠​ Siern.

“Isn’t​ it better this‍ way, that her‌‌ hands aren’t stained⁠⁠‍ with blood? Or​⁠ are you disappointed⁠ that you didn’t‍​​ get to kill​ her yourself? If‍ that’s the case,​ I understand.”

“…”​

“I⁠⁠ can’t quite understand‍​ the mind of​ a monster driven​​‍ by a killing⁠⁠ instinct. If you⁠ feel some kind‍⁠‌ of pleasure or⁠‌⁠ joy from directly‍‌​ killing someone you⁠​ cared about, well,‍ I don’t respect‌​ it, but I can understand it.‌‍⁠ Is that it?”⁠​

“Hahaha…”‌

Snap!‍‌⁠

Siern‍⁠​ leapt back, widening‍​‌ the distance.

As‍ she landed on‍ the snowy field,‍⁠ she straightened up‌‌ with her blue​​ hair fluttering in​‌​ the wind.

Her⁠​ face was shadowed‌⁠​ by her deeply​​‍ bowed head, hiding‌​ her expression from​​ view.

Meanwhile,​‌⁠ Dereck casually shook‌⁠‍ off his staff​​‌ with an indifferent‌ expression.

“Yes.​⁠‌ The lady you⁠ killed was truly​‌ wonderful and complete,‍⁠ to the point‌​ that she didn’t‌ even seem to⁠ match a monster‍‍ like me. Even⁠‍ so… I don’t‍ think I can‌​‌ agree with everything⁠‍ she said.”

— There is no‌ one in this‍ world who deserves‍​‌ to die, Lady​‍ Siern.

Even​ amid the freezing⁠ snowfield, she reaffirmed​ it to the‌⁠ end, speaking with​‍​ a determined face.​‍⁠

Until‌‌ the moment she‌‌​ coughed up blood​ from Dereck’s sword,‍‍ she looked Siern​ in the eyes‍‌​ and spoke.

Recalling‍ that scene, Siern‌ slowly revealed her​⁠‍ fierce gaze. She‍ pronounced each word,‌⁠ laden with seething‌​ hatred.

“People‌‌⁠ like you deserve​⁠ to die.”

Finally,⁠⁠ even the faint‌ light of humanity‌ left in her​ pupils disappeared.

Abandoning‍ her human reason,‍ she listened to​⁠ the voice of‍‍ the great monster‍​⁠ that wished to⁠ dominate the world.‌

Someone‌‌​ whispered in the⁠‍ heart of Siern,‍‍ who had been‍​ suppressing her true⁠​‍ nature.

‘He‍‌‌ is a person​⁠​ who deserves to​‌ die. He is​​‍ a person who‍​ deserves to die.’‍

Thus‌⁠ provoked, the beautiful​‍ lady of the​⁠​ Rochester family finally‍​⁠ hid herself from‌ the world.

Hwaaak!⁠⁠⁠

What‌​ took her place‌ was a monster⁠⁠ driven mad by⁠‌ slaughter.

***‍​

A massive swirl of‌​‌ mana could be​ seen from the​ window.

Seated‌ in his office​⁠ with his chin⁠⁠‍ resting on his‌ hand, Lord Melverot‌⁠ maintained the same‌⁠ expression as he‍​ looked up at⁠ the scene.

It⁠‍‌ was a phenomenon‌‍ that occurred when⁠​ Siern completely lost⁠⁠⁠ her reason and​ revealed her true‍‌⁠ monstrous nature.

When‍ she showed her‌‍ monstrous form, she‌⁠ destroyed everything in⁠‌⁠ her path and‍​‍ killed indiscriminately.

Without‌ even her own​ will, she moved⁠​ like a natural‌‌ disaster, guided solely​⁠ by instinct.

Usually,‍ Melverot personally intervened​ to suppress or⁠‍‌ stop her.

However,​⁠‌ Dereck had asked‍‌​ him not to‌⁠ interfere until the‍​‌ end, only to‌⁠⁠ observe from there.‍​

Perhaps‍ it was an⁠​ arrogant judgment.

The⁠⁠ unleashed murderous intent⁠‌ of Siern would‍​ make even the⁠‌​ most seasoned veteran⁠​ sweat cold.

Perhaps​​ everything would end​ with one more⁠ victim of Siern.‌​

— If you taught‌ her the weight​ of death, you​‌ must also teach​‍‍ her to control‌⁠​ her instincts.

— Is it possible‌‍​ to control a monster’s instincts?

— It shouldn’t be‍‍ impossible. After all,​ humans don’t live​‍ by instinct alone.⁠⁠​ If you can‌⁠ create just one​⁠⁠ chance for her‌ to overcome that‍​ intense impulse, and‌​ if she succeeds‌⁠ just once… the‍‍⁠ second, third, and​​⁠ fourth times will‌⁠‍ be easier.

— …

— So what’s crucial​ is after she‍ completely loses her‌⁠ reason. I’ll take​ responsibility and try‍​⁠ to restore Lady​⁠‍ Siern’s reason. Will‌‌⁠ you trust me​⁠​ just this once?‍‍

Dereck​⁠⁠ was an expert⁠‌ on monsters. Melverot​⁠‌ knew that, but​⁠‍ it didn’t mean‍ he could trust​‍‌ him blindly.

However,​⁠‌ from Melverot’s perspective,‌‍‍ he had nothing⁠⁠ to lose. If‌ Dereck acted recklessly⁠‌​ and died, it⁠‌ would be solely⁠​‌ his mistake.

But‍⁠‌ as he observed,‍‍ Melverot felt a strange certainty.

Melverot‍‌‌ murmured to himself⁠‌⁠ with his chin​ still resting on​‌⁠ his hand.

‘If‍​ he really is‍ that capable of‍ a talent, I wouldn’t mind granting⁠​‍ him one or⁠ two titles.’

The‍‍‌ problem was whether​⁠​ he could prove‍ his ability.

Bang!​

The‌​‌ bluish mana began‌‍​ to turn dark⁠⁠ red and surged​​ violently.

The‍ beast, consumed by‌ madness, charged at​‌ Dereck with her⁠⁠ dress fluttering.

The​ amount and intensity‍⁠‌ of mana were⁠ several times greater⁠‍ than when she⁠‌‍ still retained a shred of reason.‍​

Crash!⁠‌⁠ Crack!

Thud!‌‌‌

Every‌ time Siern moved‍‌ her arm, combat​⁠‍ spells that first-class‌ mages could barely⁠⁠⁠ cast with full‍‌ power flew forth.‌​

Dereck​‍​ could block them⁠⁠ all with a single movement of​⁠ his staff, but‌‍‍ he had to⁠ dodge with his‍​‍ own feet the⁠​ body of Siern,‍ which flung itself‌⁠ wildly at him.​‍⁠

Whoosh!‍‌​ Bang! Whoosh! Bang!⁠‌⁠

Each​​​ attack seemed like‌​ a massive explosion.​​⁠

For⁠⁠ someone without defenses,​ even a graze‌ would’ve been fatal.​​

Despite‌​ the countless heavy‌‌ blows hurled at​⁠⁠ him, Dereck’s face⁠ showed no emotion.⁠

He‍ was a young‍‌ man who had‍ lived his life‌ killing countless monsters.‌​

He⁠‌ had eliminated so​⁠ many frenzied and​⁠‌ desperate beings that​⁠ he couldn’t even‍ count them. The​​‌ strength and power​⁠ of those monsters‌​ were immense, and​⁠ it wasn’t uncommon⁠ to lose a limb if one‌ let their guard‍​ down.

However,‍‍ a monster that​ has lost its⁠‌‌ reason has simple‌‌‌ attacks and predictable‍‍​ movements.

As‍‍⁠ long as one⁠ didn’t get swept⁠​ away by their​‌‌ momentum, dealing with⁠‌​ them wasn’t that‌​‌ difficult.

Booom!‌‍

Though‍‌ it was easy‍⁠ to say, the‌‍ reality was very‍⁠‌ different.

The⁠ moment one of⁠⁠‌ Siern’s magical arrows⁠ missed and hit‌⁠ the ground, a deep crater appeared.⁠‌‌

Her​ body, leaping across‌ the snowy field,⁠​⁠ was difficult to‌⁠ follow even with‌‍​ one’s eyes.

Her‌​⁠ long hair fluttered​⁠ behind her like‌⁠‍ the tail of‍‌ a great beast.​​

Thud!⁠⁠‌

As⁠‌⁠ she charged again,⁠‌ wrapping her claws⁠ in transformation magic,‍⁠​ Dereck cast a protective spell.

The⁠ tremor of her‍‍‌ claws as they​​⁠ were repelled. As​‌‌ Siern took a deep breath on‌ the other side‌‍ of the barrier,⁠ a massive exhalation‌ billowed into the‌⁠‌ cold air.

There⁠⁠​ was no reason​‌ in the light‌‍‌ that emanated from​‌‍ her eyes.

The‍ masters who had​ fled calling her‌‍ a monster had‌​ made a rational‍‍ decision. That moment​ proved it.

***⁠​‍

What​ does it mean‌‍ to teach someone?‌‌⁠

It‌ was a constant⁠​ concern for Dereck,​‌‌ who had somehow⁠​ become a magic⁠ teacher among the‌⁠ nobility.

Whether‍ it was Diella,‌‌⁠ Ellen, or Denise…​ Dereck always seemed‌‍​ to carry that​​ concern when teaching​​​ someone.

If⁠ it were only‍ about transmitting knowledge,‍⁠ reading a book⁠‍ would be better.⁠

In‌ the end, being‍‌ someone’s teacher and​‌ teaching them must​​​ have a deeper‌​​ meaning.

Aiselin​‌‍ always thought it​⁠ was admirable to​‍‍ see Dereck, who​⁠​ constantly reflected on​ how to better‌⁠‌ guide people, caught‍‌ up in those‌ worries.

Aiselin,⁠ who had discovered​⁠ and recruited him⁠​​ while he worked‍⁠ as a mercenary‌‌ in taverns, believed⁠ she understood his‍‌⁠ deepest thoughts better⁠⁠ than anyone.

That’s‌​ why she thought⁠⁠ Dereck’s detour in‍ trying to kill‌⁠​ Siern was just‌ a small misstep.​

‘There‌‍⁠ is no life‍‌ in this world‌​​ that deserves to‌‍ die.’

‘No​‍ matter who it‍ is, one must​ think about how​‍ to guide them‌⁠ down a better​​‍ path, not just⁠⁠ resolve everything by⁠⁠ killing them.’

That’s‍⁠ how the upright‌ and kind Aiselin‌‍ saw the world.‍‌​

She​ believed that one⁠ day Dereck would⁠‍‌ understand that vision,‍ and she wanted‌‍‍ to believe in‍ him, to wait⁠ for him until‌‌‍ the end, even‍ if he went​​ down the wrong​​⁠ path.

However…⁠‍⁠ was that too​⁠‌ arrogant a thought?​⁠

At‍‌‍ the moment Dereck’s‍ sword stabbed her​ and blood spurted‌​⁠ out, Aiselin thought:‌

‘Trying‍‌ to embrace and​‌‌ understand everyone might​‍ be overestimating oneself.’⁠‌‌

‘Maybe‌‍‍ Dereck’s impulse to⁠‍ resolve things through‍‌⁠ killing was something⁠⁠ innate, something I couldn’t change.’

‘There​​ are many things​‍ that can’t be‌‌‍ solved with warm⁠ idealism.’

As‍‌ if to remind‍‍‌ her of that⁠‍⁠ fact, the young⁠​‌ man’s sword turned⁠⁠⁠ toward Aiselin.

While​⁠‌ slowly losing consciousness‍ in the middle​‍‍ of the snowy⁠​‍ field… Aiselin thought:‌​

‘I​‍‌ still don’t know‌‌ anything about this‌ boy named Dereck.’​‌​

That‍​‍ ignorance and arrogance​‍‍ must have been⁠⁠⁠ the cause of⁠​ her death…

“…Ahchoo!”⁠​​

That⁠​‌ was the moment⁠ Aiselin accepted her‌‌ death.

When⁠ she regained a bit of consciousness,‌ it was so⁠‍ cold that she‌​​ sneezed.

“…?”​‌

The​ blood spreading beneath‍ the accumulating snowflakes‌⁠ was undoubtedly from⁠ Aiselin.

However,‌‍‍ as soon as​​‌ she came to,​ she was able⁠‌ to sit up​ quickly. She didn’t‌ feel any pain‌‌⁠ in her body,⁠‍ just a bit‌ of cold in‍ her fingers.

Kang!‌‌ Kang! Kaang!

While‌‍ the sounds of‌‌ battle echoed in​ the distance, she‍‌⁠ finally came to‌ completely.

“Huh…?”‍⁠

Aiselin‍​ opened her eyes‍‍ wide and looked​‌⁠ around.

She‌‍ clearly remembered being​ stabbed by Dereck’s‍⁠⁠ sword. However, there‍⁠ was no wound​ on her body,‍​‍ just a large⁠ hole in the​⁠ side of her​ blouse.

Dereck’s‍ sword had only⁠​ pierced her loose‍ clothing. It wouldn’t‍‍ have been hard‌‍​ to miss, considering​​ Aiselin usually wore​‍ loose and billowy‍⁠ clothes.

“….”‍‌

Looking⁠ around, she saw⁠‍ a large leather‌ pouch with a hole lying on‌ the ground.

She‌‍ picked it up‍​⁠ with a trembling​‌‌ hand and found‌‍ that it was‍ filled with red⁠ dye soaking into‌⁠ the ground. The‍⁠​ distinct floral scent​⁠ of dye from‌​ the western continent‌⁠‌ floated in the‍​​ air.

Aiselin‌‌⁠ instinctively understood.

At‍‌ the moment she‍‍ was stabbed, she‍‍ had definitely felt‌‍​ mana rising.

Using‌‌‌ the confusion spell‍​​ “Chaos,” her consciousness⁠ had been temporarily‍‍⁠ scattered.

“Oh…⁠‍ my God…”

The⁠ reason for such⁠ a troublesome act‍ was obvious. It‌⁠ was to fake⁠​ Aiselin’s death and⁠ provoke Siern.

Why‌⁠‍ do something like‌ that? To imprint​‍​ the weight of​​​ death into Siern—at⁠​ least once.

Only⁠​ by making Siern⁠‍⁠ understand the deep⁠ meaning of the​ word “death” over‌‍⁠ and over again‍‍‍ could the foundation​⁠⁠ to control her‌​ instincts be laid.​⁠

That’s​‍‍ why Dereck took​ on the role‍‍ of the villain.‌‌

She‍⁠ remembered the back‍⁠‍ of that man,‌​ standing firmly on‍⁠⁠ the snowy field,​ holding a sword‌‍‌ dripping red dye‍​⁠ like blood.

As‌‍‍ she understood the⁠​ whole scene, Aiselin’s​‌‌ fingertips began to​ tremble even more.​‌‍

“When…‍ did it all‌ begin…?”

From‍ where had he‍​​ been painting this​‍⁠ picture? It was‌‍ obvious. From the‌‍ very beginning.

Dereck,⁠ who didn’t trust​‌‌ Aiselin’s acting skills,⁠ had prepared the‍⁠‌ entire setup so‍ that she would‍‍ believe everything was⁠ real.

Aiselin,‍ without knowing it,‌‌‍ had tried to⁠‍​ stop Dereck by​‌‍ rebelling against him.‍​‌

What⁠⁠​ is a teacher?‍⁠‍ What does it‍‍ mean to teach⁠‌ someone? If necessary,‌ it means pushing​‍ the student off‍ a cliff and⁠⁠‌ enduring being seen​⁠​ as a demon.​

The‌⁠ grace of such‌‍⁠ teaching is only⁠‍ understood too late.​⁠ If the student​ detects those intentions​​ from the beginning,​​​ then they have⁠ no value.

That’s‍‍ why Siern would‍‌​ still know nothing.‌​⁠

Dereck’s⁠​‌ uproar was only‍ to correct Siern.⁠ That fact hadn’t⁠ changed from the‍ beginning.

And‌​⁠ the fact that‌​​ Aiselin was still‍‌ alive was the‌⁠​ clearest proof of‌ that.

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