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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 86: Marriage Proposal (2)

Chapter 86: Marriage Proposal (2)

Master,⁠

I hope you are‍‌‍ in good health.‌‍​

It​ has been quite​ some time since‍⁠ the end of‍ winter arrived. The‍‍‌ cold seems to‌ be subsiding, and⁠ it feels as​​​ if the eastern⁠ continent is already‍⁠ preparing for spring.⁠

It’s‍⁠⁠ been a while⁠​‌ since I arrived‌⁠‍ in the north,​‌⁠ at the Rochester‍⁠‌ family, and I think I will‍ be returning to⁠ Ebelstein soon.

As​‌ a magic teacher,‌‌⁠ I feel I’ve‌‌⁠ grown a little,​​ but as a mercenary, I’m worried‍⁠⁠ I’ve lost some⁠​‍ of my instincts.‌ I should keep​​ myself in shape‍​ with more real‍‌ combat when I get the chance.‌‌

The‌⁠ reason I’ve taken​‍⁠ up the pen⁠ to write this‍⁠⁠ letter is because‌
…I’m getting married.‍

However…​ I don’t have​ a partner.

The​ mansion of the⁠‌‍ Marquis of Elvester,‌‌ known as the‍ headquarters of the‍⁠‍ eastern continent’s social‌‌ circles.

A woman, sitting in‍​ a corner of‌‍⁠ the grand and‌‍ luxurious garden, trembled⁠ as she read‌‌ the letter sent‍⁠⁠ by her lifelong‍​‍ disciple.

She⁠‍ had only read‌ the beginning, but‍ it already struck​​‍ her as unusual.‌​‍

Her‌​ disciple, who rarely‍ contacted her except​‍ for important matters,‌ had written to‍ her first, and‌ she was already‌​ bewildered.

The‍​⁠ woman put the⁠ letter down for​‌‍ a moment, pressed‌⁠⁠ her temples, and​​‌ looked up at​⁠⁠ the sky.

How‍‌⁠ many years had‌ it been since​‌​ she parted ways‌ with her little⁠⁠ disciple in Ebelstein…?​

She‌​ couldn’t imagine what​​​ kind of tumultuous⁠ life her only‍⁠ and dear disciple⁠ must be living.‌

***​​

To​⁠‍ receive a title,‍ one must belong‌‌ to a family.​‌

In‌‍ this era, that‌ was natural, but‍‍ Dereck, an orphan‍⁠ from the slums,⁠⁠‍ hadn’t given it⁠⁠‍ much thought.

As​⁠‌ he looked at​​ the carriage prepared‍​​ to depart for​⁠‌ Ebelstein, Dereck scratched​ his head and⁠​ sat beside the‍‍‌ fireplace in the‌⁠ main hall.

Before‌ Siern officially debuted‌‍ in the social‌ circles, they planned‍​ to visit Ebelstein⁠ to get a feel for the⁠‍‍ environment.

In⁠​‌ the meantime, Dereck‍‍‌ and Aiselin would​ also have the‌⁠ chance to step​ on their homeland‌ after a long‍ time.

It‍ was a relief‌ to escape that‌ desolate snowy region⁠​‌ and finally enjoy‍ Ebelstein’s food. Aiselin,​ holding a wad‍ of money given‌‌ to her by‍‌‌ Melverot, surely felt⁠‍​ satisfied too.

However,‍‍ Dereck could only‍‌ hold his head‍⁠ in his hands.‍‍

‘I‍‍​ have three options.’⁠

Be⁠‌⁠ adopted by an​ existing family, find‍​‍ a trustworthy person​‍​ to marry and​⁠​ form a family,‌‍‍ or give up‍ the title grant.​‍‌

Since​ the title was​ essential to reach​⁠⁠ 4-star level, the⁠ last option was​ out of the⁠​‌ question.

That​​ left only two‌‌ options.

“Dereck…⁠⁠‍ you look deep‌⁠ in thought…”

Aiselin,‍‌‍ who had somehow‍ appeared on the​​⁠ other side of‌‌​ the fireplace, sat⁠⁠ down shyly.

She‍‌‌ had just finished⁠‍‌ all the lessons​‌ prepared for Siern⁠⁠‌ that day and⁠​‍ seemed to be‍ getting ready to⁠⁠ return to Ebelstein.‍‌

Despite​‍ the excitement of​‌​ returning to the⁠​ Duplain mansion and⁠ seeing familiar faces,⁠​⁠ Aiselin looked at​‌‌ Dereck with even‌ more tension.

Dereck‍​ was now facing‌⁠ a lifelong decision.‌⁠

“…Yeah.‌‍‍ I never imagined‌⁠ I’d have to‍ think about a partner so suddenly.”⁠‌

“The⁠​​ title grant is‍‍ quite strict. It​‌⁠ considers not only‌‍​ the existence of‌ a family but​ also magical skills,‌ character, merits, and‍‌⁠ reliability…”

“I‍​⁠ think I’m not⁠⁠ lacking in magical⁠ skills, and Lord​ Melverot will speak‌‌ well of the​‍​ other aspects…”

Dereck‌⁠ sighed deeply and⁠‍⁠ pushed back his​‍ bangs.

Undoubtedly,‌​‍ the existence of​⁠‌ a partner was​⁠ an unexpected variable.⁠‌⁠ He thought of⁠⁠ marrying just any​‌ woman, but remembered​​ it wasn’t a problem that could​‍‍ be solved so‍‍ lightly.

“You‌‍‍ don’t necessarily have⁠‌ to find a partner… There’s the​ option of being⁠⁠⁠ adopted by an​⁠‍ existing family, right?‍‍‌ Who would refuse‌ to adopt someone‌ about to receive‍⁠​ a baron’s title…?”​⁠​

“Then‍​ I’d need someone⁠‌⁠ to officially accept⁠⁠⁠ being my father.​ It’s not easy‌​‍ to grant recognition‌‌⁠ and authority as​ a parent to‌⁠⁠ someone you don’t​‍ even know.”

Dereck‌ wasn’t content with⁠‌​ just the title‍​‍ of baron; he‌⁠⁠ aspired to become‌⁠ a higher-level mage.⁠

As​​ his authority increased,‍‌ so would that‌​‌ of the person⁠ who became his​ father. He didn’t‌‌‌ want to introduce‍ unnecessary variables.

“You‍⁠⁠ just need to⁠​‍ find someone trustworthy.‍‍‌ Like Mr. Drest,⁠‌ who already holds‍⁠ the title of‍‍ baron…”

“Master‍⁠‌ Drest is so⁠​ fond of wandering‍ that he’s impossible‍​ to find. No⁠ one on this‌‍ continent can locate‌⁠ a 6-star exploration​ mage who has​​ chosen to isolate‌‍ himself from the‍‌‌ world…”

“Then…​⁠‌ yes. You mentioned⁠ you had another⁠⁠ master before. Even‌ though her family​⁠ is almost ruined,‌⁠⁠ weren’t they originally⁠ a noble family?”‍

“Master​ Katia is from‌‌‌ the Viscount Flameheart‍ family.”

“…”​

There​ is always a reason behind the⁠‌ fall of a family.

The‌ Flameheart Viscount family​​‍ had rebelled against‍ the empire and‍‌‌ had been ruined.​‍

Starting‍⁠​ anew with a title, there was⁠‍ no benefit in‍ using the name⁠‍⁠ of a rebellious⁠‌ family.

“…Isn’t⁠​‍ there anyone else?”‍‌

“Well,‌‍​ there’s Uncle Jayden⁠ and some other​‍‌ elders from the​​ commercial district… but‌ honestly, it’s not‌ easy to ask​‍ such a favor‍ of people with‍ their own families.”‍​

“Th-Then…​‌ Then…”

“There‍‌‍ must be a reason why Lord​‌ Melverot told me⁠‌‌ to find a partner. Rather than⁠‍​ belonging to another​ family, it would⁠ be much more‌‌‍ efficient for me‌‌ to found a family on my​ own. That way‍​ I can make‍ all the decisions‌ myself.”

Still,⁠ he needed a partner to found‍⁠ that family.

It‌⁠⁠ might be easier⁠⁠ than finding parents,‌ but he still‍‍​ needed someone he‌ could trust.

Aiselin‍ played with her‌‍ knees. She had‌​‌ a lot to​‍ say, but found‍ it hard to​⁠‌ speak at that⁠ moment.

“Then,⁠‍‍ would you marry‍ me?”

She⁠‌ didn’t have the​‌ courage to say​⁠ it, and even⁠⁠‌ if it were​⁠ possible, it made⁠​ no sense for‌‌‍ the young lady‌‍ of House Duplain‌‍ to marry an​⁠ orphan with no⁠​‌ background.

Even‍⁠⁠ as a fallen‌​‍ family, a ducal‍ house was still​​ a ducal house.‍‍‍ It was too⁠‌‍ unrealistic for the​​‍ young lady of‌ a ducal family⁠‌ to make a marriage proposal just‌⁠​ to help someone‍⁠‌ obtain a baron’s​‍​ title. Even if‌‌ Aiselin agreed, the‌‍ servants and relatives​‌ would never allow⁠ it.

Aiselin’s‌ marriage proposal was⁠​⁠ one of the‌ most powerful weapons​ left to House​⁠‍ Duplain.

Dereck⁠ knew that well,‍ which is why‌ he rubbed his‍‍‍ brow, not paying‌‍​ much attention to​ Aiselin.

“The‌​ ideal would be​‍‌ to meet a woman who deeply⁠ resonates with me,‍‌ shares my values,⁠​‍ fits my ideals,​ fall beautifully in⁠⁠‍ love, confess to⁠ each other, and⁠​‌ build a loving⁠‌ family together, but…”​⁠​

“Ah…”‍​‍

“I‌ have to return‌⁠​ to Ebelstein before⁠ the end of⁠‌ this week, so⁠‌⁠ where am I going to find‌‍ time for that?‌ It’s not very⁠‌‍ realistic…”

“Right?!”⁠⁠‍

Dereck‌ flinched at Aiselin’s⁠‌‌ elevated tone.

When‌ he looked at‍⁠‍ her, she also⁠​⁠ seemed surprised at‌ herself and covered⁠⁠ her mouth as‌‌‍ she apologized.

“…So,⁠‍ the best thing‌‌ right now is​‍​ to find a woman who understands⁠‌⁠ my situation and‍⁠⁠ cooperates.”

“C-Cooperates?”⁠

“Yes.​​ Someone who can⁠⁠‍ pretend to be‌‍​ my partner in‌‍ public… and receive​⁠‌ proper compensation for⁠⁠ it.”

It⁠ was a discouraging‌​ situation, but Dereck⁠ was serious.

Dereck,‌ who usually showed⁠ no interest in‌​ anything but magic,⁠‍⁠ was now looking‌ for a wife,‍‍ so in a way, it was‌‌⁠ the logical conclusion.‍

Even‌‌ at the lowest⁠​‍ level, a noble‍‌​ was still a noble. There would‍ be many women⁠ willing to act‌‌‍ as the lady‍ of a baron.‌‍‌

The‌‍⁠ problem was that⁠ most of them‌ were not trustworthy.⁠‌‌ Marriage, in the‌‍ end, was a matter governed by​‌‍ heaven’s will. Once‍ united, it would‍ not be easy‍⁠‍ to separate.

If​​⁠ they married formally,‍ the woman could⁠ turn against him⁠‍‍ and demand rights​ as a wife.‌ That would be​‍ another headache.

At‌ the root of‌​ it all, the⁠⁠ problem came down⁠ to a single⁠⁠‍ question: Is there‌​⁠ a person he​ can trust?

“Dereck…”‍​​

“Yes?”‍​

“No‌ matter how you​‍ look at it…‌‍‌ Marriage is a serious, once-in-a-lifetime matter​⁠‌ for a woman…⁠ Do you really‍⁠‍ think there’s someone​​‍ who would cooperate‌‌ so easily with⁠ that?”

“It’s​‍ true. If you‌ ask me if⁠ I can take​ responsibility for an⁠ entire lifetime, I can’t guarantee it…”‌‍‌

It’s‌‌ the era.

It‍‌​ was a time‍ when divorced or​ widowed women were⁠⁠‌ scorned wherever they‍​​ went.

If⁠​ they accepted Dereck’s​‍‍ proposal without thinking,‍‌‍ they might have⁠ to wander for‍​‍ the rest of‍ their lives. There⁠ weren’t many women⁠ willing to go‍⁠⁠ that far for‌​ Dereck.

“So,⁠​ what I mean‍ is… why don’t⁠ you consider other‌ ways to solve‌‍ this, instead of​​‌ insisting on finding⁠​‍ a partner?”

Aiselin​⁠ felt like she‌​ was being subtly​ swept along by⁠​ Dereck. Dereck, aware​⁠ of Aiselin’s feelings,​​ started to sweat​‌ nervously at her‍​‌ unusual reaction.

In​‌‌ any case, it⁠⁠ was impossible to‌‍⁠ take the only​‌⁠ flower of the‌ Duplain family and‍‌⁠ marry her.

Women​⁠‍ from families ranked⁠ above a baron⁠⁠‌ would shake their‌‍ heads at the‍ idea of marrying​​⁠ Dereck. Why would‍​‌ they go against‍‍ their family’s opposition​ and lower themselves?⁠⁠​

A woman who is​‌ trustworthy, who won’t​​⁠ back out later,‌‍ who isn’t obsessed⁠‍⁠ with power and‌‍‍ noble status, who‌​⁠ voluntarily cooperates with‍ Dereck, and who‍⁠‌ receives fair compensation.‍⁠

Even‌ going over the⁠‍‍ list of everyone⁠‍​ Dereck had met⁠⁠ in his life,‍ it wasn’t common‍ to find someone‍ like that.

However…​‍‌ it wasn’t as​‌‌ if one didn’t‍‌⁠ exist.

A person who had​‍‍ no ulterior motives​​⁠ toward Dereck, who‌‌ could at least‍‌ pretend to be‌ his partner in⁠⁠⁠ public, and who‍ could receive proper⁠⁠​ compensation.

“…There‌⁠⁠ is… someone…”

“What?!”‌‍

Aiselin​​ looked at Dereck​‍ in astonishment. Dereck⁠⁠ himself didn’t seem‌⁠ to realize it,⁠‍‌ but the news​ that he had‍ taken someone as⁠ a partner would​‍⁠ cause a great⁠ stir in the‌ Rose Salon.

Even‌ if it were‌​ just a formality⁠‍ to obtain a title, there were⁠ more than a few who would​​⁠ pay attention to​⁠ who the partner⁠‍​ was.

***⁠

Thud!‌

Could​‍‌ it be called‍​ the return of⁠​‌ the king? Dereck’s‌‍‍ presence was already‌⁠‌ being talked about‍⁠​ like that of​ a hero in⁠​‌ the Beldern Mercenary​ Corps.

Dereck‌ had been famous⁠‍‍ for his reliability​‌‌ since his mercenary​​‌ days.

There⁠​ wasn’t a single⁠ client who didn’t⁠‍ seek out Dereck,⁠ and on the⁠⁠⁠ days he wasn’t⁠‌​ around, they began​⁠‍ assigning jobs to⁠ other mercenaries, so⁠‍​ work never ran‍⁠⁠ short.

Thus,​ “The Tears of⁠ Beldern,” run by​ Jayden, was always​‌​ full of clients⁠⁠‌ and diners in‍ the tavern. There​‍ wasn’t a single‌​‍ quiet day.

Although‍‌ the owner had‍ lost an arm‍⁠ while exploring the‌‌ White Zone’s labyrinth,⁠ his sincere and⁠⁠‍ cheerful personality had‍ never changed.

In‍ fact, he could‌‍⁠ focus more on‍ tavern work and​‍ managing the mercenary⁠ corps, so the‍‌ tavern soon prospered‌‌ even more.

That’s‍‍‌ why, when Dereck—the‌ beginning of that⁠‌ virtuous cycle—opened the​ tavern door after‌⁠ several months, he‌‌ couldn’t help but‌⁠ be warmly welcomed.​​⁠

“Oh,‍‍​ Dereck…!”

Jayden,‍⁠⁠ who was counting​‍ coins behind the​⁠‍ counter, greeted the‍ boy who returned​‌ after a long​⁠‌ time with a big smile.

“Hey,‍‌‌ Uncle Jayden.”

“I⁠ heard lately that⁠‍ you were up⁠​ north, but now⁠​ you’re back in‌ Ebelstein. I’m glad⁠‍ to see you.‌‌ Tavern street hasn’t​⁠​ changed, huh? Want​ something to drink?”‍‌

Jayden‌ stood up with⁠‌ his usual warmth,​ but suddenly his‍ expression hardened.

There‌ were quite a few people accompanying‌‌‌ him. Elegantly dressed⁠​⁠ butlers and servants​ were lined up‌‌⁠ at the entrance.​‌⁠

They‌ didn’t follow Dereck‍ inside, but the⁠ two people escorting⁠ him were different.​

The‍ girl clinging to‌​ Dereck’s neck, looking‌‌ around, was Siern‌ Alaina Rochester, the⁠​​ young lady of⁠ the Rochester family.⁠‍‍

And​‍ the girl sticking‌ close to her⁠‌​ was Aiselin Eleanor‌‌ Duplain, the young​​ lady of the‌‌​ Duplain family.

It‌‌ was unheard of​⁠ for noble young⁠ ladies—just one look‌​‍ at them made‍​⁠ it obvious they‍​⁠ came from prestigious‍ families—to set foot‍⁠​ on Tavern Street,‌​⁠ a place teeming⁠‌​ with commoners.

And‌​ not just one,‍⁠ but two! Jayden’s‍⁠‍ smile vanished completely.⁠‌‍

“She⁠ is Lady Aiselin‌​‍ of the Duplain⁠​ family. And this‌ is Lady Siern‍ of the northern‍​ Rochester family.”

“…I’d‍ heard you were⁠⁠ working as a teacher up north,‍⁠ but you bring​ important guests without⁠ hesitation.”

Jayden,‌ leaning on the‌‌⁠ counter-bar, respectfully bowed​ his head in​⁠ greeting.

“I’m​‍ Jayden.”

“Oh,​‍​ it’s been a while. You haven’t​​‍ changed.”

“Yes.‌ I’m glad to⁠⁠⁠ see Lady Aiselin​⁠ looking healthy. I heard about the‍‌​ misfortune… I can⁠​‌ only offer my​‌‍ deepest condolences.”

While⁠⁠⁠ Aiselin exchanged formal⁠​‍ greetings, Siern hid‌ behind Dereck, looking​​​ all around. Everything​⁠ was unfamiliar to⁠​​ her, and she​ seemed a bit⁠‍‌ scared.

The‌‌ usually lively and​ noisy tavern had‌‍‌ fallen silent. The​​ customers could only‌ swallow hard and‍‌ observe the atmosphere⁠‍‌ in the presence‍​ of the three‍‍​ figures.

Staying⁠‍ any longer would⁠‍ only cause more‌ tension. Dereck, realizing‍‍ this, quickly scanned‍‌‍ the place.

And‍ in a corner‌ of the bar,‌​⁠ he saw a drunk girl slumped‌⁠‌ over the table.‍⁠ Her neatly tied‍⁠ hair ended in​‍‌ a large bow‌​​ beneath it.

She‍⁠ was his closest​‍ companion during his‍‌‍ days as a mercenary on that‍ street.

Dereck‌⁠ immediately walked over​ and shook her⁠ shoulder.

“Ugh…⁠​‍ Ugh… When did⁠‌​ I fall asleep…?”‌‍‌

“Pheline.‍ Wake up, Pheline.”⁠

“Huh?‌‍‌ What, what… Dereck?‌⁠ Dereck? When did​‌ you come back‌ to Ebelstein?”

Still‌⁠‍ not grasping the​ situation, she opened⁠ her eyes half-asleep‌‌ and smiled, cheeks⁠ flushed from the⁠‌ alcohol. Just looking‍ at her made​​⁠ Dereck feel drained.‌⁠⁠

He‍‌ nodded and, sitting‌‍ next to her,​⁠ spoke quickly.

“Pheline…​​ listen without misunderstanding.”⁠⁠‌

“Huh?​ What? You show‍​ up like a comet, and now‌ what are you⁠ going to say?‌⁠⁠ While you weren’t‍⁠ around on Tavern​ Street, where were‍​​ you, what were‌ you doing…?”

“Marry‍‌⁠ me.”

“…”​​‌

Hic.‍ A hiccup escaped⁠ her, and soon,‍ Pheline’s face stiffened.​

The⁠‍‌ blush from the⁠‍⁠ drink vanished, and⁠ all the color‌ drained from her‍ face.

“Dereck,‍​ you went north⁠ and came back⁠⁠‌ with lame jokes.”‍‌⁠

“I’m‌ serious. Marry me.”‍

“…Did​ you eat something⁠ bad?”

Dereck‍‍​ even felt thankful​‍‍ for Pheline’s genuinely⁠ disgusted reaction.

Pheline‌​‌ had been his​​ lifelong companion, but‌‍ she didn’t see‌ him as a man at all.⁠​ She thought of​⁠ him more like‍ family or a close friend, so‌⁠​ her shock at‍​​ the sudden proposal​‍ was only natural.⁠

She‌⁠ wasn’t just uninterested​ in noble power—she‍‍‌ outright despised the​‍⁠ nobility.

Having‌‌ known her for⁠​‌ so long, Dereck​​ trusted her, could​ offer fair compensation,‌ and since she​ was also an‌ orphan with no⁠ family ties, there’d​​⁠ be no complications.‍​​

Where‌ would he find‍‍ someone better than⁠ her? Dereck looked‌ at her seriously.‌‌ He seemed to‍ be choosing his‌​⁠ words carefully, unsure⁠‍ where to start⁠​​ or how to​‍ explain.

“…”‌‌

Pheline‌⁠‍ felt the alcohol​ quickly wearing off⁠ and finally began​ to look around.⁠‌‍

At⁠ a glance, two‍​ women dressed in⁠ luxurious outfits had​⁠‍ entered the tavern.‍​

Anyone⁠‍‍ could tell they⁠‌‍ were noble ladies‍‍ from distinguished families.‌⁠⁠

Even⁠ Jayden, who was‌‌ watching them, had⁠ a rigid expression.‍​ It wasn’t easy‍⁠ to see that‌⁠‌ veteran mercenary—who smiled⁠ slyly even after‌ losing an arm—looking‌‌ so shocked.

Two‌‍ noble ladies, prominent‍​ figures of their‍⁠ time, had appeared‍‍ together and declared‌ they would take​ a third woman⁠⁠‍ and make her⁠‍ theirs.

A man should have⁠​ the ambition to⁠‌‌ embrace the world,‌‌ but this level⁠ was not something‍ easily achieved. He⁠‍ had the ladies‍ of Duplain and⁠‌ Rochester on either‌‍⁠ side.

And‍ the third woman‌​ he chose was⁠‍ nothing more than‍‍ a mercenary wandering‍ Tavern Street… What‌​‌ kind of story‌‌ and background were​‍ tangled up here?⁠

Who‍‌‌ in the world​‌ could resist such‌‌‌ curiosity?

Meanwhile,‍‌‌ the two women‍⁠ didn’t even show⁠​⁠ signs of anger;‍‍‍ they simply glanced‌ around, uncomfortable. It‌​‍ was a situation‍ where they should’ve⁠​⁠ been furious, which‌‍‌ only made the‌‌​ atmosphere even stranger.⁠‌‌

Who‍ knew what had‌‌ happened in the​ North, but the‍ once diligent young​ man who only​⁠ knew magic… had⁠‍ become such a beast. Jayden finally​⁠⁠ managed to speak.​​‍

“Dereck…⁠​ You… Your ambition⁠‌‍ as a man‌‍‍ has grown tremendously‌‍ since the last​​‌ time I saw​ you…”

“…”‌‌

Dereck⁠ realized they were‍ misunderstanding him.

It​​ was time to⁠ go somewhere free​‍ of prying eyes.‌

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