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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 87: Marriage Proposal (3)

Chapter 87: Marriage Proposal (3)

“A⁠⁠ baron? Becoming a baron? Does that⁠‍‌ mean Dereck will‌‌​ become a noble?‍‌ Did I hear⁠ that right?”

When‌⁠⁠ Dereck nodded, Pheline‍​ took a step​ back, bringing her‍ hands to her‍​ temples as if​‌​ she were dizzy.​‍ They were in‌ a dark alley‍​​ behind the tavern​​⁠ “Tears of Beldern.”​

After‌ causing a commotion‍​⁠ inside the tavern,⁠​‍ Dereck had brought‌⁠ her out, thinking⁠‍ staying would only‌⁠ cause more misunderstandings.​

He‌‍ had left Aiselin‍‍ and Siern with⁠ the escort and‍ hurried to loosen⁠‌‌ Pheline’s tongue to⁠ resolve the matter‌‌ quickly.

“I‌‌ need a title.​⁠ Pheline, as you⁠ know, I want⁠​‍ to become a high-level mage. At​‍‍ this point, to⁠‌ increase my magical​‌ prowess without consequences,⁠ I need to‍​ raise my status⁠‌ and prestige.”

“You​​ went north to​ work… and this‌⁠​ is what you‌​ had in mind?”‌

“It’s⁠‍ not like I planned it, but‌⁠ the opportunity came​ up and I took it.”

Pheline,⁠ leaning against the​‌ shadowy wall of​ the alley, stroked‌ her chin with​⁠‍ a serious expression.⁠​⁠

“You‌⁠ know well that‍ my hometown, the⁠⁠ village of Radel,‍ was completely destroyed‌ by those damned⁠ nobles. I deeply‌ hate dealing with​‍​ those pretentious aristocrats.”‍

“Don’t​​ worry. I just‍⁠ need the pretense.‌‍⁠ Who else but‌⁠ you, Pheline, could⁠‍‍ I ask for⁠​⁠ something like this?”‌

“No…⁠ are you asking​‌​ me to play​ pretend marriage with⁠ you…?”

Pheline​⁠​ tapped her thigh‍‍ as if trying​ to imagine it,‌ then spoke with‍ a pale face.‍​‍

“Dereck…⁠‌‍ this is physically​‍​ hard for me…”​‍

“Do⁠ you think I want to do​‍ this…? I’m having‌⁠ a hard time‌‌‍ too… I just⁠‍ hope I don’t​​​ throw up…”

“…The‌⁠ way you say⁠‍ it makes me‍ uncomfortable.”

“You​‍‌ think I like‍ this?”

Dereck​​ and Pheline stared‍⁠ at each other‌​ for a while.‌

To​ a stranger, their‌⁠ repulsed attitude might​‌​ seem odd, but‌​ Dereck and Pheline⁠​ had taken on⁠‍ mercenary mission boards​ together since childhood,‌ with a bond‌⁠⁠ closer to family‌⁠‌ than lovers.

Of‍ course, they didn’t‍‍‍ treat each other​‍‍ as warmly as‍ real family but​ at least there​ was a level‍‍ of trust that‍‍ neither would betray​​‌ the other.

Pheline‍⁠⁠ crossed her arms⁠​ and finally spoke‍⁠​ with a serious​‌​ tone.

“Sorry,‍‌⁠ Dereck. I have⁠​‌ no intention of‍‌ living a married‍‌‌ life that isn’t⁠⁠ my destiny. I just want to⁠ survive fighting with‌​ Uncle Jayden or‌ the guild members.”‍⁠

“Is⁠ there really no⁠‌ way, no matter‍ what?”

“Dereck.”‌​​

Pheline⁠ stood up, fixed​⁠‍ her tied hair,​ and spoke firmly.⁠‌​

“No‍‍ matter how much⁠ you insist, it’s⁠‌​ not going to‌‍ happen. Dereck, I’d‍‌ do almost anything‌​ you asked, but‌​‍ this is too‍⁠ much.”

“…I’ll​​​ give you money.”⁠​

“Ugh…‌⁠‍ No matter how​‌‍ stingy I am,‍ there are things‌ I can do‌⁠​ and things I can’t. Even if⁠‌⁠ you’ve made some‍⁠⁠ money among aristocrats,‍ how can you⁠ think of buying‌ a marriage proposal​‍‍ with money…? I’m⁠‍​ still a woman,​​‍ Dereck!”

“…I’ll​‍ give you a lot. I know‍ how hard you​ work, so I’ll​​‌ compensate you well.‌⁠⁠ And when I get the title⁠‌ and everything improves,​ I’ll give you‍ a big reward‍⁠ and let you⁠ go again… I promise. It’ll be‍⁠ a considerable sum.”‌‌

“How⁠⁠ can you say​‍ something like that?!⁠‍‌ I like money,⁠ but I know⁠‍ well that not‌‍‍ everything in the‍ world can be⁠​ solved with money.”⁠‍‌

Dereck⁠ took a big​ step closer and‌ whispered the specific​ amount in her‌⁠​ ear.

“…”‍⁠‌

Upon​ hearing it, Pheline‍ shuddered.

“……”⁠

Finally,‍ Pheline spoke with‍ wide eyes.

“Take‌ care of me…‍‌⁠ my lord!!!”

“…”⁠

There‍​​ are no absolutes​​ in this world.⁠‍

Pheline‌​‌ was a highly‌‌ skilled mercenary archer.‍​‌

She‍‍⁠ wore a reddish-brown‌​‌ leather blouse, light‌​ wooden armor on‍ top, and an‍‌‌ old wide skirt‌‌⁠ with two or‌‍ three leather belts‌‍ tied around it.‍‍​ It had many‍ pockets and pouches.‌‌‍

Her⁠‍ wrists were wrapped⁠ in black bandages⁠ or leather gloves,‌⁠​ and she had​​‌ potion flasks on‍‌ her thighs. The​ weapons strapped to‍​⁠ her back were​⁠‌ imposing, but she‌​​ always covered them‍⁠‌ with a reddish-brown⁠⁠‍ hooded cloak.

Her​‌​ platinum blonde hair‍⁠⁠ was tied up,‌ giving her a sharp look.

It⁠‍ was clear she​​ had been killing​‌‍ monsters since she⁠​‍ was young. If‌ not for Dereck,⁠​ she would have​ been the promising‍ star of the​ Beldern Mercenary Corps.​​‍

But‌​⁠ that person now‍⁠​ wore a simple‍​ linen dress and⁠‍ a straw hat⁠‌​ as she entered⁠​ the tavern.

She‌‌ had carefully chosen‍‍‍ an outfit that⁠ didn’t look luxurious,​ as if she⁠‌​ were the wife‌‌ of a rural​⁠ baron.

“…”‍

Upon​ seeing her, Jayden‍ commented.

“She​⁠ looks like a gorilla in a dress.”

“Jayden,⁠ sir…”

“…Sorry.”‌​⁠

The‌ tavern had already⁠⁠ closed.

Almost‌​ all the customers‍‍​ had left, and​ only Dereck, Aiselin,​​​ and Siern sat⁠ at the central‌⁠‍ table.

“I⁠‌ asked them to‍ choose the simplest‍⁠​ clothes from my‍ mansion in the⁠ noble district. This…​​ shouldn’t attract too​ much attention.”

Aiselin‍‍‍ looked at them‌​ with a worried​‍ expression.

Pheline‌​ looked somewhat downcast‍​‌ and absent, while‍ Dereck, watching her,​‌‍ clenched his jaw‍⁠‌ with a blank‌ face.

To⁠‌‌ a stranger, she​ might seem like⁠​ a common woman,‍​ but for those⁠‍ who knew Pheline,‍⁠‍ the scene provoked⁠ an indescribable discomfort.‌‍

One‍‌ must not be‍‌ fooled by her‍ fragile appearance.

Pheline​⁠‍ was a girl‌​ who could dismember⁠‌ four or five‌‌ goblins in one‍ slash with a dagger.

That’s‌ why Dereck always‌‍ brought her on‍​ dangerous missions.

“Dereck…‍‌ right now… I’m​ disillusioned with my​​⁠ whole life…”

“Pheline.⁠‍ Don’t think so⁠⁠‍ negatively… The clothes‍⁠‌ suit you…”

“Look​‍ me in the​ eyes and say‍ that.”

“Damn‍​⁠ it… I got⁠‍ dust in my‌​⁠ eyes…”

Dereck,‌​ who desperately needed‌⁠‍ Pheline’s help, was‍‌‍ trying to cheer‍⁠‌ her up as⁠⁠ best as he⁠ could.

Meanwhile,‍‌ Aiselin, who watched‍ them, felt a strange sense of​‍​ relief inside. In‍⁠ truth, Dereck and‌ Pheline didn’t look⁠‌​ like a romantic​⁠ couple at all.​‌

When‍‌ you live your‌ life as a mercenary, surviving day​‌ to day, romance⁠‌ dies out sooner‍ or later.

Dreaming⁠‍ of a prince‌ on a white‌ horse or a northern duke who’s​‍ only warm to⁠​⁠ you is a privilege reserved for‍‍‍ those who live​ comfortably in a greenhouse.

Aiselin,‍‍ for her part,​​⁠ had grown up​⁠ since childhood in‌⁠ the noble and⁠ peculiar environment of‌⁠‍ Duplain, so she​‌ still held on​⁠​ to some romantic​​ notions.

But⁠‌ Pheline was a practical person. She​‌‌ touched the loose‌ linen dress and⁠‍⁠ pointed out its‍ flaws, saying, “I‍⁠ can’t even run⁠​​ in this.”

“Dereck…⁠​​ I’m… sleepy…”

Siern‌⁠⁠ was drinking a sweet infusion Jayden‌‌ had given her,​ and curled up⁠ in Aiselin’s arms‍ as she fell​‍‌ asleep.

And⁠‍ there were Pheline,‌ frowning, and Dereck,​‌⁠ planning their next‍‌ step.

Jayden​ watched them silently​‍ from the side⁠​​ and thought.

“I‍​ don’t know what​​ happened in the‍‌ north, but this​ is a complete​​‌ mess.”

There​‌⁠ wasn’t a single‌‌ thing that didn’t‍​‌ raise concern. He⁠​ wondered if they​ could really receive‍​ the baron title⁠ like this.

There​ wasn’t a single⁠‌ aspect that wasn’t​​ concerning. He wondered‌⁠⁠ if they could‌​‌ really receive the​ baron’s title like‍ this.

***‌‍​

“Dereck…​‌‍ is getting married…?”‌⁠‍

The​‌ news of Dereck’s‌​​ marriage, a magic⁠⁠⁠ master active in‍ the southwest of⁠‍ Ebelstein, spread after​ the meeting the⁠ following week at‌ the Rose Hall.​​‍

“Yes…”⁠

“Wow…‌ this is a bit sudden…”

It⁠‍​ was the day‍⁠ Aiselin, who had⁠‍‌ traveled north to‍ earn money, finally‍​ returned to the⁠‌⁠ Rose Hall.

She‍‌‌ no longer belonged‍‌​ to one of‍ the three great​‌ families. Aiselin, now‌‌‌ running around like‌​ a fallen noble,‌ must have seemed​​ quite pitiful to‍ them.

Most⁠‍‍ of her followers‌​​ had gone off​ to live their‍ own lives, and‌‌ the few who​ remained only felt⁠‍‍ pity for her.​‌⁠

That’s⁠‍​ why Ellen and‌‌ Denise wanted to‍‍ ask her about​‍ her current situation​⁠ during that meeting,​‍ moved by past‌‌ affection.

Although‌​⁠ the tension among‍​‍ the three great⁠​​ families had been⁠​‌ intense, Aiselin had​ always behaved in‍ a mature and‍ sensible manner, even‍⁠‍ in those difficult​​ relationships.

Ellen‌‍ and Denise couldn’t​ be entirely pleased​⁠‌ about Aiselin’s downfall.‍‌

However,‌ what Aiselin privately⁠ told them after⁠‍ the meeting was​‌ so shocking that,​ for a moment,​ they forgot their⁠​⁠ sympathy.

“She⁠⁠‌ met a woman⁠⁠ named Pheline from‌⁠‌ the Beldern Mercenary​⁠‍ Corps, and they’re‌‍ going to form‍‍ a beautiful home…​‍ a love nest…”‌‌

Aiselin‍​‌ didn’t mention that‍​‌ it was all⁠​ part of a desperate struggle to​‍ obtain the title.​ She didn’t want‍‍‍ to add unnecessary‌‌‍ words that could‌‍ cause problems later​⁠ on.

As‍​‌ a result, Ellen⁠‌ and Denise’s expressions‍⁠ hardened.

In‍⁠ reality, if asked‍ whether they saw‌ Dereck as a potential romantic partner,​‍ the answer would‍ be no.

He‌ was a good‌‌‍ teacher, a reliable⁠‍‍ person, and someone⁠‍⁠ they’d hire if⁠​ the opportunity arose⁠‌‌ — nothing more.‍ Or at least,​ that’s what they‍‍ thought.

But​⁠‌ the news of‍⁠ Dereck’s marriage was‌​​ so unexpected that‍ it left them‍ speechless.

Ellen‌‌ set down the‌‌ teacup she was‍​⁠ about to raise‌ to her lips‌ and, sweating a bit, asked Aiselin:‌‍

“R-Really…?⁠​ That woman named‌​⁠ P-Pheline… When did‌‍ they start dating⁠‍ for them to‍⁠ already talk about‍ marriage…?”

“I​ heard they’ve worked‍ together as mercenaries​​ since childhood… They​​‌ met again after⁠‌ returning to Ebelstein,⁠‍ and she’s undoubtedly‍‍⁠ a strong and​ determined woman.”

“…Really?”‌‍

“She​‌ was an archer‍‌‌ with platinum-blonde hair‌⁠⁠ tied back. Her‌ skills were nearly​‍‌ perfect, and many​ mercenary groups tried⁠‌⁠ to recruit her.”‌

Upon​⁠ hearing those words,⁠ Ellen suddenly recalled​​‌ the image of‌​⁠ a woman buried⁠‌ in her memory.⁠

It‍ was the same‌⁠ archer Dereck had‌‍ brought as reinforcements⁠​‍ for the escort‌ when they were​⁠ struggling in the‍‌ labyrinth during one‍​ of their classes.‍

She⁠‌⁠ looked to be‍‌​ around the same‌ age as Ellen,‌‌ but was already‌⁠ used to blood-soaked‌ battlefields.

‘Of​ course… Dereck would​ feel more drawn‌‍​ to a companion‍ with extensive combat​‍ experience than to​ a noble lady​ who knows nothing​‌ of the world…’⁠

Ellen‍ thought as she​‍‍ ran her fingers​ along the edge⁠‌⁠ of her teacup.‌⁠ It was completely​​​ natural.

While⁠‌ she got lost‌‍ in her thoughts,​ Denise, sipping her​‌‍ tea on the​⁠⁠ other side, had​​‌ already finished analyzing​​ the situation.

‘…Lady⁠​ Aiselin is lying.’​​

Denise‌‍‌ was a quick⁠⁠ thinker.

She‍⁠ had been a little surprised to‍⁠‌ hear the news,⁠⁠‍ but after taking​‍ a sip of⁠​⁠ tea and calmly⁠​‌ organizing her thoughts,​ she quickly understood⁠‍‍ what was going‌ on.

Before​‍ Aiselin went north,‌ Denise had already‍​‍ noticed she harbored​‌ unusual feelings for‌ Dereck.

If​‍ Aiselin had received‌‍‌ a marriage proposal​⁠ from Dereck, she​ wouldn’t be telling‌ others about it‍ so casually.

If​⁠⁠ it were true,‍⁠ she would clearly⁠‍ be distressed or⁠ upset.

She‌​‍ wasn’t the type‍‍ of person who⁠ could have such‍⁠⁠ a relaxed conversation.⁠‌‌ Aiselin was smart⁠‌ and knew how‌⁠​ to carry herself⁠ in society, but‌‌‌ in this regard,​ it was obvious​‌ she lacked experience.⁠‌

‘A‍‌ letter recently arrived⁠⁠ about granting Dereck‌‍‌ the title of⁠​ baron. Since not‍⁠ having a family⁠‍‌ disqualifies one, it‌ seems they’re planning‌⁠⁠ a forced marriage⁠ to meet the⁠ requirement.’

Denise’s‌‍ intuition and insight‌ were unmatched within‍‍⁠ the Rose Hall.⁠​

If‌ Dereck received the‌ title of baron,‌​‍ the territory assigned‍‍​ to him would​‌‍ be the Rodelen​‍ region, bordering the‌‌‍ Duchy of Beltus.‍​

In‌⁠ a way, that‍ would make him‌ a neighbor of‌⁠⁠ the Beltus family.⁠ The physical distance‍‍​ would be considerable,​⁠ but they could‌⁠ see each other​ often if disputes‌‌‍ over tariffs or‍ trade routes arose.‍​⁠

‘It’s​ a barony in‌‍ a remote area‍​⁠ that everyone avoids,⁠⁠ but if he‍‍ meets the requirements,⁠⁠​ he could truly⁠ become a noble.⁠​‍ And in terms‍‌ of magical ability…⁠‌ he lacks nothing.‍​ Should I start​ treating him with‌⁠ the courtesy of​ a noble next‌​​ time I see⁠‌⁠ him?’

Thinking‍‍​ about it, the​ image of that‌‍ man who only‌ focused on magic⁠⁠ came to her⁠ mind.

‘He​⁠‍ truly… aims to⁠ reach 4-star level‍⁠⁠ or higher.’

His‍‌‍ magical achievements were​​‍ hard to believe⁠⁠‍ even when seen‍ firsthand.

Being‌​‌ a 3-star mage⁠‍ at that age​ meant he might​⁠ really reach the​ 4 or even​‍ 5-star level in⁠​ the future.

If​ he reached 4-star⁠‌ level at such‍‍​ a young age,​ the entire continent‌‌‍ wouldn’t leave him‍ alone.

Among‍​⁠ the well-known figures​⁠ who reached 4-star​‍ level at a young age, there​ were only two​⁠ — Melverot and⁠‌ Kalimford. Both went​⁠ on to reach‌‍ 6-star level.

At‌ this point, he​ was already beyond‌​ the level of‌‍ a mere magic​​‌ master.

‘The​‌⁠ old folks in‍ the imperial capital​⁠ don’t know. They​ can’t even imagine⁠​ what will happen⁠ when Dereck receives⁠ the baron title‌​ and joins the‌​‍ ranks of the‍​ nobility.’

Denise​‌‍ thought calmly, eyes​ narrowing into crescent‌ moons.

It‌ seemed she had‍‍ been taught by​‍ someone far more‌​​ extraordinary than she⁠​ had imagined.

“Oh,⁠⁠ but if it‌‌​ isn’t Lady Aiselin.”⁠​​

It⁠ was at that‌​ moment, while Denise‌ was reflecting on⁠‍⁠ the power dynamics‍ among the nobility.‌‌

In​ the middle of​​‌ the lively conversation​ about Dereck’s partner,‌⁠​ a girl dressed‌‌‌ in a beautiful⁠⁠‍ and luxurious gown​ approached them from⁠‌ behind.

The​ girl, smiling as‍⁠ she placed a tray of floral-decorated​⁠ desserts on the⁠‌‍ table, was Trisha​ from the viscount‍‍​ Renouel family.

Though‍ her smiling face‌ looked cheerful, her‌ true intentions were⁠​⁠ obvious.

She‌⁠‌ was someone who‌⁠ coveted the spot‌​​ among the three‍ great families, now⁠​ vacant after the​ fall of the​‍ Duplains.

‘…’‍‍

Denise​‍​ forcibly suppressed the​​ urge to frown.​​ In the social​ circle of Ebelstein​‍ — which was⁠‍ like a thin‍‌ sheet of ice‌ — mastering one’s​‌‍ expressions was a basic skill.

“Oh,⁠ Lady Trisha. Long‍​‍ time no see.”‍

Aiselin‍⁠ greeted the smiling‌ Trisha warmly. Trisha‍‌‌ just held a meaningful smile as‍‍ she stared intently‌‍ at Aiselin.

Denise⁠⁠‌ nearly clicked her⁠​ tongue. It was‍‌⁠ obvious why Trisha​​ had come to‌‌‍ this informal meeting.‍‌

The⁠⁠ declining Duplains and‌ the rising Renouels.‍

She​​ wanted to make⁠​ the contrast clear⁠​​ and somehow seize​‌ actual control of​ the Rose Hall.‍⁠‌

The⁠‍‍ grim and sinister‍‍ power struggles among⁠ noblewomen were something​ Ellen and Denise​‍⁠ had experienced to‍ the point of‍‍ nausea. Still, they‍ never got used​⁠⁠ to it.

She​‌‍ had come to‌‌ crush Aiselin.

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