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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 82: Siern (1)

Chapter 82: Siern (1)

There​⁠⁠ comes a time⁠ in life when‌ you must accept‌‌ your current reality​​‌ as your fate.⁠⁠⁠

Siern‍‍ thought it was​ so obvious that⁠⁠ she had never⁠​​ questioned it.

Living⁠⁠ and dying with⁠ blood on her​‌‍ hands in this⁠ vast snowy land​​​ seemed miserable at⁠ first glance, but​ if you accept‌​ it, somehow you⁠ can endure it.⁠‍

Living⁠⁠‌ in a warm⁠‍ and fertile land‍⁠‍ like the territories⁠ of Duplain or‌‌ Beltus, walking among‍ fields of flowers,​ was a life​‌‌ allowed only for‌ people like Aiselin.‍​‌

She‍⁠​ envied it, but‍‍‌ she didn’t covet‍⁠⁠ it.

Sometimes,⁠ when she looked‌​​ down from the⁠‌​ top of the⁠‍ tower at the‍ northern territory, with​ snow falling upon​ her, she had​‌ no choice but⁠‍​ to accept that‌ this land was‍ her home.

In‌ the cold and‍‌ lonely snowfield, the⁠‍‌ trees with bare‍‌ branches jutted out‌⁠ like thorns.

That‍⁠ was Siern’s home—the‍‍‌ Duchy of Rochester.⁠

***‌⁠

“Why…​‌ why are you‌‌ alive?”

“Sorry⁠‍ for being alive…‌ You must have​‍ been very scared…?”‌​⁠

“No,⁠‍ I didn’t mean​‍‍ it that way…​⁠‍ Surely… because of​ that guy’s sword…”⁠‌

When​​ Siern asked with‌‌ a confused expression,‌‍ Aiselin slowly explained⁠ what had happened‌​‌ to her.

Dereck‍‌⁠ had planned to​ make it seem​‌ like Siern had‍‍ killed. He had​​ deceived Aiselin and​ attacked Siern.

He​ pretended to stab‌ Aiselin with a knife, used dye​‌ and confusion magic‌⁠​ to create an​ illusion.

From‌​ the beginning, Dereck​​⁠ had no intention‍ of killing Siern,⁠‍‌ and everything had‌ been done to⁠​ guide her in⁠ controlling her murderous⁠ instinct.

Easier‌‍ said than done,‍⁠‍ since he had⁠⁠ to be willing⁠ to face Siern’s‍⁠​ attacks, fueled by‍‌⁠ genuine rage.

No⁠ other teacher had⁠ gone that far⁠‌ to try to‍​‍ control Siern’s instincts.​

After​ experiencing that murderous⁠​‌ instinct just once,‍⁠ nine out of‍​ ten would flee​ in terror.

“Why…⁠​⁠ why go so⁠⁠‌ far…?”

“Because​‌⁠ that’s how it​‍ is.”

Though​ she had been⁠ promised a noble‍‍‌ title, Aiselin didn’t​‍ bother to mention‌‍​ it.

Even⁠‍ without that reward,‌ Dereck would have‍⁠⁠ done everything he‌​ could to correct​⁠​ Siern.

The‍ fact that, upon‍ seeing her true‍‌​ nature, he immediately‌ thought about how‌ to guide her‍‍⁠ proved it.

Whether​‍‌ he was aware‌‌ or not, Dereck‌‌‌ was already developing‌ a genuine sense‍‌⁠ of professionalism as‍ a magic teacher.⁠‌​

There‍⁠‍ are no young​⁠⁠ girls in the‍ world, only those​⁠ who have yet‍​ to receive proper‍ teaching.

If‍‌‌ someone was lost,​‌‌ he would try‌‍ to guide them​‍ to a better​⁠ path. Just the⁠‍ act of constantly⁠‍​ thinking that way‍ already made him⁠‌‌ a respectable teacher.​​⁠

“Anyway…‍ I came to​‍‍ apologize. No matter‍‍⁠ how good the​⁠ intentions, the result⁠⁠ was that Lady‌⁠‌ Siern was scared,‌​‍ and even if​​ it wasn’t intentional,​‌⁠ I ended up‌ getting involved…”

“…”‌

“And…⁠⁠⁠ as I said,‌ I thought maybe​ you were very‍ frustrated or sad…⁠⁠ I wanted to‌⁠ tell you that‍​ you don’t need‍⁠ to be. I’m⁠‌ alive and well,‍‍⁠ and Dereck had⁠ no intention of⁠ killing Lady Siern…​​ that’s all.”

Aiselin⁠‌ sighed as if​‍ releasing a heavy⁠⁠ burden, then smiled‌⁠ to show that⁠​ everything was fine.‌​

“We⁠ came to the‌ north for Lady‌​‍ Siern. I just⁠‌ want you to⁠⁠ know that.”

Upon​​⁠ seeing that, Siern⁠‌‌ lowered her head⁠‍‌ for a moment,‍​⁠ as if looking‌⁠‍ at the sun‌‍‌ shining warmly over​ a meadow.

The​ anger she had‍⁠‌ felt toward Dereck‌⁠ had now lost​ its direction and​ wavered.

Only⁠​​ a faint feeling​ of betrayal remained.⁠⁠​ If he had⁠ truly taken on‍​‍ all those harsh‍⁠ roles solely for‍‍ Siern’s sake, where‍ should she direct​⁠‌ her anger?

Perhaps‍ she should direct‌ it at herself.‌ That’s when she⁠​ thought of it.‌‍

“Anyway,‍ Lady Siern didn’t⁠⁠‍ kill anyone. Even‌​​ while giving in‍‌‌ to instinct and⁠‌⁠ anger, you managed⁠​ to regain your‌‌⁠ reason. If you‍ did it once,​‍‌ you can do‌ it two or⁠ three times.”

“Do​‍ you really… think⁠⁠​ I can do​ it?”

“I’ll⁠‍‌ help you. Like‌​‌ I said, you⁠‍ don’t have to⁠‍‍ trust me completely.‍ You can just‌​ use me and‍ throw me away.‌ So…”

“…No.”​​

Siern⁠​ spoke in a barely audible voice,‍‍ like the hum‌ of a mosquito,‍​‍ hugging her knees‌ tightly.

She⁠‍⁠ buried her head‌‌‌ as if she‍‍ were ashamed, and‌⁠ looked very shy.‍‌​

“I’ll​ try to trust‍⁠ you.”

Aiselin‍‍ clasped her hands‌‌ and smiled, stars⁠‌​ sparkling in her‌ eyes. She seemed‌‍ very happy that⁠‌ the cold and​⁠ distant Siern was​‍‌ finally beginning to⁠​‍ open her heart.‌⁠

Quickly‍‌ approaching, she sat​ beside her on​‍ the bed and‌ spoke in a gentle voice.

“Thank⁠⁠ you, Lady Siern.⁠ That makes me‍ very happy.”

“You…‌​​ don’t have to⁠​‌ be that happy.‍ It’s not like‌ it’s that important‍‌ for someone like⁠‍⁠ me, a monster,​‍ to trust the​‍ flower of the⁠‌ Duplain family.”

“What⁠​‍ are you talking‍⁠ about, Lady Siern?⁠ It’s a great‌ honor.”

Placing​ her delicate hand‌​ over one of‍ Siern’s, she spoke‌⁠ with a warm‍ smile.

“I‌​ actually have a younger sister your‌ age, Lady Siern.‍ She also went⁠​ through a period​​ of confusion, but​​ she met good‌ people and now‍⁠‌ leads many, aiming⁠ to become a ruler. I’m sure​‌​ you two could‌ be good friends.”‍​⁠

“R-really…?”‍‌‌

“Yes.‌‌ I remember she⁠‍ always followed me,‌​ calling me sister,⁠‍⁠ and now she’s‍​ become so reliable‍‍‍ I can’t help​​ but feel proud‌⁠ every time I see her. Lady​ Siern, even if⁠‍ you seem lost⁠⁠ now, you’ll be‌‌ able to control‍​‌ that blood and‍‌​ become a great​ mage.”

Offering‍ words of encouragement‍​⁠ to Siern and⁠⁠‍ embracing her was​ the role Dereck⁠‍ had wanted Aiselin⁠ to play.

In‌ fact, even before‍ talking about “roles,”⁠⁠⁠ Aiselin was simply⁠​⁠ that kind of‌​ person by nature.⁠⁠‍

“Hey…”‌​

Siern,‌ still hugging her‍​ knees and with​⁠ her head down,⁠‌‍ spoke hesitantly.

Her⁠‌​ voice was so‍ low you had​‌ to strain to​⁠‌ hear it.

“Can‌ I… can I call you sister‌‍⁠ too…?”

Aiselin’s‌⁠⁠ face lit up‍​‌ with joy upon⁠‌‌ hearing those words,⁠ and an uncontrollable‍ emotion overwhelmed her.​‍⁠

It​ was like seeing⁠⁠ a wounded stray‍‍‍ cat finally come​‌​ close.

***‍‌​

Head‌ maid Serena swallowed​⁠ hard as she‍ bandaged Dereck’s wounds.‍‌

Although‌‌‍ she kept a composed expression, the​ scratches and cuts⁠‍​ all over Dereck’s⁠‍ body were severe​⁠‌ enough to be‌ quite painful.

But‌⁠ for mercenaries who⁠⁠​ had roamed battlefields,⁠⁠‍ were these kinds‍‌‍ of injuries routine,​⁠ or did Dereck⁠​ simply possess an​‍ extraordinary mental fortitude?‍‍​

Sitting⁠⁠⁠ on the edge‌ of the private‍‌ room’s sofa, arm⁠⁠ extended, Dereck’s face⁠‌⁠ showed not the‌‌⁠ slightest reaction.

“I’ve​​ treated all the‍‌ cuts and scratches‌⁠ on your right⁠‍ arm. Just need​⁠ to tend to⁠‌ the ankle and​‍​ lower back.”

“Yes,‍‌ you’ve worked hard.‍ Thank you.”

“No,⁠‌​ Sir Dereck, you’ve‍​⁠ worked much harder‍‍​ than I.”

Serena‌ had also been​‌ struck by Siern⁠ several times, but‍​‍ it had never⁠ been this serious.​⁠

Among‌ the servants of‍‌ the Rochester mansion,‍⁠⁠ an atmosphere of⁠ recognition toward Dereck‌ had begun to‌⁠ form. Everyone had‍ seen him face‌ the rampaging Siern‍⁠​ within the mansion.​‍

Seeing​‍ him somehow manage‌ what was practically‍⁠‌ a living disaster​​​ sparked a glimmer⁠​⁠ of hope that‌⁠ perhaps he could‌​​ take charge of⁠ Siern.

In​‌ any case, the​ only thing Serena‍​​ could do was⁠ heal his wounds.​

Just​ as she began‌‌ to unwrap a new roll of‍​ bandages…

Creak.‍​

Thud,‌‍‌ thud.

Without‌ even knocking, the‌⁠‌ door to Dereck’s​‌‍ private room opened.‍‍⁠

Turning​ his head, he​‍‌ saw Melverot enter,⁠ dressed in the‍‍‍ fur-laden attire of​‌‌ a northern noble.⁠

Serena⁠​‍ flinched and trembled,⁠‍​ set the bandages‌​​ aside, and tried‌ to stand up.​‌‌

“Remain⁠⁠ seated. Continue the⁠ treatment.”

Dereck,⁠‌⁠ who had also‍​‌ been about to‌⁠⁠ rise, sat back⁠ down on the⁠​‌ sofa at Melverot’s⁠​ order.

Melverot⁠‍ walked with firm‍ steps into the‍⁠ room, passed by‌‌ the seated Dereck,⁠ and settled by‌⁠ the window table.‌

He⁠‍ silently gazed at​ the snowy landscape​⁠ through the glass,‍​‌ crossed his arms,‌ and spoke in⁠ a low voice.​⁠‌

“I‌⁠⁠ saw you causing​‍ a ruckus in​⁠​ the garden.”

“I​‍ damaged part of​ the property. I apologize.”

“That’s​⁠ a trivial matter.‌​​ But it seems‌‍⁠ Siern regained her​ senses.”

Being‍​‍ momentarily led by​ instinct and then‌⁠ regaining reason was⁠‌ not extraordinary.

However,⁠​‌ Siern had truly‍‍ managed to regain⁠ her reason in‌ the midst of⁠‍‍ unleashed rage and‌​‍ murderous impulse.

Though‍‌‌ it was thanks⁠ to Dereck’s perseverance,​‌​ it was a significant breakthrough.

Compared‍‌ to the times⁠‌ when there was​‍ no hope and⁠ they merely kept⁠‌ her contained, it‍ was a major⁠ change.

Yet‌ Melverot showed no​ signs of joy.⁠‍‌ He merely acknowledged​​ Dereck’s effort.

“What⁠ are the plans‌‍ from here on?”⁠

“Now⁠ that she’s managed⁠ to control her‍‍ instinct once, I plan to try‌‍⁠ again. We must​ repeat the process‌‍ based on that⁠‍‍ successful experience. Before⁠ the murderous instinct‍‍ resurfaces, I also‍​ plan to teach⁠ her some relaxation‌​ magic…”

“Do​‌‌ you think Siern‍‍‌ will follow you?”‍

“It⁠ may take time‍ for her to⁠⁠​ follow me, but‍​ with Lady Aiselin,​ there’s nothing to⁠‍‌ worry about.”

Aiselin⁠​‍ had the ability​‍ to open people’s⁠⁠ hearts. Melverot seemed‍ to agree with‍‍ that view, as​‌‌ he offered no‍ objection.

Dereck​ extended his other​‌‌ arm toward the⁠‌‌ maid. She quickly​⁠‍ applied the ointment⁠⁠​ and began to‌ bandage it.

“I’ll‌‍ admit it. You’re​‍ better than those‌‍‍ desk scholars who⁠⁠​ came boasting they⁠‌ could teach Siern.​​⁠ I’m glad to‌ see that Siern‍⁠‌ is changing.”

“Thank‍ you. But… you⁠‌⁠ don’t seem very‌ happy.”

“Didn’t‍​ I say it⁠‍‌ from the beginning?⁠ Siern is nothing‌‍‍ more than a subject for my‍ magical research. How​​‍ could I love‌ the detestable blood⁠ of Noir? She’s⁠ a monster who​⁠​ caused the great‍ disaster of the​⁠ Dawn War.”

“…”⁠‍

Dereck‍‍‌ silently watched the⁠‌⁠ bandage being wrapped‍ around his arm,‍​ then looked at‌ the maid’s expression.‍‍

She⁠ seemed tense, watching‌​ Dereck speak so⁠‍​ naturally with Melverot,⁠⁠​ the ruler of‌‍ the North.

In‌⁠​ fact, the difference⁠⁠‌ in status between⁠‍‍ them was as‌ vast as heaven​ and earth.

However,⁠‍ Dereck felt he⁠ had to say⁠ one more thing.⁠‍⁠

“This‌ time, while teaching‍⁠ Lady Siern, I had certain thoughts.‌​ Indeed, it’s not‍‍⁠ something just anyone​‌⁠ can do. There‍‍ aren’t many people​ capable of withstanding⁠‍ such overwhelming magic,‌​ ensuring Lady Siern‌‌ doesn’t get hurt,‌‍⁠ protecting their own‍‌‍ life, and still‍‌ keeping calm in‍​​ a real fight.”⁠

“Are​‍‍ you trying to​ highlight your achievements?”‍

“Well.‌‌ At least within‌‌ this Rochester mansion,‌‍⁠ there’s no one⁠‌ else. Except Lord⁠​⁠ Melverot, of course.”‍‌

Dereck‍ spoke softly as⁠ he looked at⁠‌ his bandaged arm.​​⁠

Melverot‍ was still gazing‌⁠ out the window,⁠ where snowflakes continued‌ to fall.

“But…⁠‍‌ it seems even​ you didn’t go​‌⁠ that far. I wondered if there‌ might be a reason why the‍⁠‌ great mage Lord​⁠‍ Melverot, a six-star⁠ mage, couldn’t intervene⁠ personally… that thought⁠ crossed my mind.”‌

“…”‌‍⁠

“In‍‌ truth, to go‍​ that far, one‍‌ must push Lady⁠‍ Siern to the⁠‍‌ limit. Moreover, one‌‌⁠ must be willing​ to carry her‍‌ hatred and resentment.‌⁠ Pushing someone off​‍‍ a cliff to​‌ teach them… that’s​‍‌ what it takes.”‌‍

Dereck⁠ had played that⁠ role without hesitation.⁠ To Siern, Dereck‌⁠ was the embodiment‌ of evil, a monster that deserved⁠‍​ to be erased‌ from the world.​

Receiving‌ such a gaze⁠ meant nothing. When⁠ you do great​ things, that sort​ of thing is‍‌ natural.

Someone‌‌ like Melverot would⁠‌‌ know that better​‍‌ than anyone.

Dereck‍​ remained silent for‍ a moment. In​ the quiet private‌​ room, the only‌‍ sound was the‍ maid wrapping the‌‍ bandage, while he‌‍ watched the snow⁠‌​ falling on the‌‍‌ window glass.

“You​⁠ said you glimpsed⁠​‌ seven-star level in⁠⁠‍ Lady Siern. However,‌​ when I explored‌ the nearby high-level​ labyrinths, I found⁠‍ no traces of⁠ subjugation or research.‍‌ No matter how⁠​‍ much I searched,⁠‌ there were no​‌ signs.”

To‌⁠‌ investigate monster magic,​ exploring labyrinths wasn’t⁠​​ an option but‌ a necessity.

Monsters⁠​​ like liches or⁠‌‍ reapers, who use‌‌⁠ various kinds of‌‍ magic, only appear‍ in high-level labyrinths.​⁠‍

In‌​​ the low-level labyrinths⁠‍ near the mansion,​‌​ there were several‌‌ traces of subjugation⁠‌ efforts to maintain⁠​​ public order, but‌‌‍ no signs of‍ anyone delving deep⁠‍ into high-level ones.‍⁠⁠

He​‌ claims to be‌ interested in Siern’s​ magical power, but​ shows no interest⁠ in monster magic.‍ That was the⁠ kind of person​⁠​ Melverot was.

“Is⁠‍‍ it true that‌​‌ Lord Melverot is…‌⁠​ trying to reach‌​ the seven-star level?”⁠⁠⁠

“What‍ are you trying‍​‍ to say?”

“It’s​​‌ really just a pointless intrusion.”

Dereck​‍ spoke in a low voice, his⁠ head bowed.

“Lord​⁠‍ Melverot is renowned‌‍​ as a national⁠‍ hero. When Lady​ Siern discovered she​ had Noir’s blood,⁠ I can only⁠ imagine the tremendous‌‌⁠ burden that noble⁠‌ honor must have⁠‌⁠ placed on her…⁠‍ that’s what I thought.”

“…”‍

“That’s⁠‌ all I wanted​​ to say.”

Dereck‍‌ said nothing more‍⁠ and gently closed​ his eyes. After‍⁠ that, there was‍‌ nothing left to‍‍‍ explain.

The‌‌ day Siern opened‍​​ her eyes among⁠‌ the slaughtered wolves.‌‌ The day her‍ first murderous instinct​⁠‍ was revealed to​​⁠ the world, what⁠‍ did Melverot think​​ when he first‌‌ saw her?

Only⁠ Melverot would know.⁠​ If he didn’t‌​ speak, no one​⁠ in the world⁠​‍ could ever know.​⁠

However,⁠‍ it can be⁠‍ inferred.

The⁠‌‌ daughter left behind‍⁠ by his fallen​ comrade. During the‌​‍ years spent with⁠​⁠ the daughter of‍ that deceased friend,‌ what kind of⁠ feelings did Melverot​ harbor?

Watching‍‌​ how Siern, raised​ in these snowy​⁠ fields, slowly became​​​ a young lady—what⁠⁠⁠ thoughts crossed his​⁠ mind?

When⁠‍‌ he realized that‍ the murderous instinct⁠‌‍ that had bloomed​‍‍ came from Noir’s‌​ blood, what expression‌ did he show?⁠‌‌

Melverot​ was the hero⁠⁠‍ who killed Noir.​⁠⁠

He‍ knew better than‌ anyone the scars‍​ Noir left on⁠​​ this land. An⁠​ unimaginable number of⁠⁠ people died, and‌ even his dearest‍​ comrades were killed⁠ by Noir.

Unable‍ to overcome his‌ personal feelings, the​⁠​ fact that he​ had left behind‌‌‍ a trace of⁠ that Noir—a potential​‌ seed of disaster​‌ in the world—was‌​⁠ something his heroic​⁠‍ self could never​​ accept.

That’s‌‍⁠ why he needed‌ another reason.

He‌​ had to find‌ a grander justification‍ for keeping Siern​ alive, one that‍⁠⁠ wasn’t personal or​ private.

Not​⁠ to convince anyone​​‌ else, but to‍ convince himself. He‍ needed to find‌⁠ a rationale.

Perhaps​‌⁠ that reason was‌⁠​ the fervor for​ the “seven-star magic”​‍ that would be‌ recorded in magical⁠ history for a long time.

A mage before a hero. A mage‌⁠‍ before a father.​ The legendary realm​​ left behind by‍⁠⁠ the great mage​⁠‍ Adelbert, which would⁠‍​ bring a new​​‌ wind to this‌‌ vast history of‍⁠‍ magic. That was‌​ reason enough.

However,⁠ there was one‌ person he couldn’t​ deceive. Even if⁠‌​ he deceived the​ world and himself,‍​ there was one⁠​‍ person he couldn’t‌⁠⁠ lie to.

“Lady‌ Siern left a message. She asked‌‌‌ me to deliver​​ it.”

“A​ message?”

“Lady‍ Siern believed she⁠⁠​ would die today.”‌

— Tell Father… that​⁠ he tried very‍⁠‍ hard to embrace​ and take responsibility‌​​ for a daughter⁠⁠‍ like me. At⁠⁠‍ least I… didn’t‌‍ resent him… for​ trying to love⁠‌⁠ a monster like‌‌ me until the​​ end… thank him⁠​ for that…

Those‌‍⁠ were the words‍⁠‍ left by the‍ daughter who chose‌ to accept death⁠​‍ while crying in‌ the middle of‌⁠‌ the snowy field.⁠‌

As‍‌ she asked, Dereck⁠‌ simply delivered them.‌⁠​ Since it was‌⁠ just a message,‌​ he added no​‍ special emotion.

“…”‍⁠

Lord⁠‌‍ Melverot didn’t particularly​​​ look at Dereck⁠ upon hearing those‌ words. Just as⁠ he had been‌⁠‍ doing all along,‍​ he continued silently‍⁠ watching the snow​‍ fall outside the⁠⁠‌ window.

When‍‍ he closed his⁠ eyes, he sometimes‍​ thought about it.​⁠

The⁠‍‌ image of Siern​⁠ standing among the⁠‍‍ corpses of the‌‍ wolves.

Though‍​ his hand was‌⁠​ on the hilt‍⁠‍ of the sword⁠​ at his waist,‍‍​ in the end‌​ he had no⁠⁠​ choice but to‌ grab that wrist⁠ and return to‌ the mansion.

In​⁠ any case, that​⁠ daughter must have⁠‌⁠ clung tightly to​‌​ his arm as‍‌⁠ she followed him‍ across the cold⁠‌ snowy field. On‌⁠ the path from‌⁠ the middle of‌​⁠ the snowy field‍​ to the mansion,​ the footprints in‍ the snow were​‌ of two people.​​‍

Since‌⁠⁠ that day, it​ had always been‍ that way.

“You…‌‌ are a capable‌ and intelligent person,‍⁠ but you talk‍‌ too much.”

“My​‍ apologies.”

“It’s⁠ fine. If you⁠​ wish to teach⁠‌⁠ Siern, those qualities‌‍​ may be necessary.”‌⁠‌

Lord‍ Melverot, who had‍⁠⁠ been quietly watching‌‍ the snowfall through‌‌‌ the window for⁠​​ a long time,⁠⁠⁠ finally spoke in‌⁠⁠ a low voice.⁠⁠​

Dereck⁠​ properly apologized and​⁠ accepted his words⁠ without protest. Thus,⁠​ the two of‍⁠ them remained seated​‍ in silence for‌‍ a long while,​​ not saying much​ more.

“There’s​⁠ a small vineyard⁠​ area near Rodelen.”​‍​

After‍​‍ a while of​ silence, Melverot spoke​‍⁠ again.

“It’s‌​ a place famous‌‍ for its wine.‍⁠ It’s right next‍⁠ to the Duke⁠​ of Beltus’ territory‍‍ and the Delua⁠​ Plains, so its‌ location is fairly‍ good and the‌ trade routes aren’t⁠⁠ bad. But it’s⁠‌ too small and‍ relatively remote, so​ nobles from the‌‌ central regions almost‍‍‍ consider it exile.”​‍

“Ah,‌⁠‍ is that so?”‌⁠

Dereck⁠‍ responded indifferently, raising⁠​‍ his now fully​‍ treated arm and‌​⁠ clenching his fist​‌ tightly.

“To‌​ some, it might​ be exile, but⁠ to others, it​​‍ might not be.⁠ Even if it’s⁠‌ tiny, it’s still‍‌‍ a territory, and​⁠​ you must govern‌‍‌ its residents. So⁠⁠​ unless you hold​ a noble title,‌​⁠ there’s no adequate​ justification to administer⁠ it. It’s a troublesome area that‍​​ at least needs⁠ a baron to⁠⁠ oversee it.”

Melverot⁠‌ turned his head‌​⁠ and asked,

“Do‌‍‍ you like wine?”⁠‍⁠

“Even⁠​ if I don’t,⁠​ I suppose I should.”

“Good.”​‍⁠

He​ rose from his‌​‌ seat and let​ out a lofty​ laugh.

No​ matter what happened,‌‌ his arrogant demeanor⁠​‌ never seemed to‍‌‌ fade.

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