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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 91: Baron (3)

Chapter 91: Baron (3)

The‍ next day, a tiny girl was⁠​ sitting in the‍ tavern Tears of⁠‍ Beldern.

Compared⁠​ to a burly⁠⁠⁠ man, her height‌ barely reached his⁠ chest.

In⁠ fact, while it⁠‍ wasn’t unusual to​⁠‍ see short girls‌⁠ walking around the​ noble district, her​ figure looked out​ of place on​​‌ this street full⁠‍ of fierce mercenaries.​

Just⁠​⁠ from the sight‍ of her in‌ a monochrome black⁠⁠‌ and white chiffon⁠⁠‍ dress and shawl,​⁠ it was clear​​ she belonged to‌‌ a noble family.⁠⁠

There⁠‍ was no good​‍ reason for her‍ to be in⁠‌ such a rough‍‍⁠ place, and yet,‍ the girl sat‌⁠​ at the bar‍ with a gloomy⁠‍​ expression.

‘Even‌‍‍ though it looks‍ like she doesn’t‌​⁠ have an escort,​​ there are two⁠ at that table‍⁠‍ over there.’

Jayden,‌‌ serving apple juice,‌​‌ glanced around the‌⁠ tavern.

The​​​ two men sitting⁠​‍ near the entrance,⁠ drinking beer, seemed​ to be servants​ of the Duplain⁠ family.

In​⁠ short, the person‌⁠‍ sitting at the‍​ bar sighing for​​‌ no reason was​⁠ none other than‍ Diella Katherine Duplain,‌‍⁠ the youngest of​ the Duplain family.⁠‌⁠

Lately,‌ more and more​⁠‍ nobles had been⁠‌​ frequenting Tears of‌ Beldern.

It‍‌‌ was a good‍‍​ thing for nobles—known‍‍‍ for their extravagant​‌‌ spending—to come often.⁠⁠

Usually,​‍‌ where high-class people⁠​​ gather, commoners with⁠‌ strange aspirations also‍‌ tend to follow,‌​ which helps business‍‍ greatly.

Even​‌​ so, there were​​⁠ already too many.‍

Young⁠‌‌ ladies from the‍ three great noble‌⁠ families of Ebelstein‍‌ had visited at‌⁠ least once. Not⁠‌​ even the tea​​ house installed right​‍​ next to the​​ noble district, Elfontaine⁠‌‌ Salon, received so​‌‌ many distinguished visitors.⁠​

“Are‌ you looking for‌ Dereck? He’s currently‍‌ busy with a job at the​ Kelvenrock Employment Agency.”​⁠

“Employment‌‍‌ Agency? Is that‍ different from the‌ Mercenary Guild?”

“Yes.⁠⁠⁠ It’s a place‌ that accepts simple​ job requests, not‍‌​ dangerous subjugation missions.”‌‌

“And‌‍‌ why would Dereck​‌‌ go to a place like that?​⁠ He can make⁠​‍ enough just working‌⁠​ as a mercenary.”‍⁠‍

“He​ didn’t go to‍ take a job,⁠⁠​ but to hire​​​ people.”

Diella‌⁠ tilted her head,​​‌ confused.

A setting as rough⁠​‍ as the tavern‌‍ could seem odd‍⁠​ or even intimidating‍ for a lady⁠‌ like Diella, raised​ with delicacy. However,​‌ she showed no‍‍⁠ signs of discomfort.​‍

She​‍‍ seemed to have​​ innate courage.

“The​ founding date of‍‌⁠ the Ravenclaw Barony‌‌ has been set,‌​‍ so he went‌‍ to find maintenance‌ staff for the‌​ mansion.”

“…Has⁠​‌ the approval already​‌⁠ been granted?”

“Yes.⁠‌⁠ With the support⁠ of several nobles‍‌‍ and a lot‌‍‌ of behind-the-scenes arrangements,⁠ it seems everything‌ went well. It’s​‍ likely Dereck will​​ become the lord‌⁠ of the Ravenclaw‍‌ Barony before spring⁠‍‍ ends.”

Still,‍​‌ it was an⁠​‌ empty noble title,⁠ with barely two‌‌ members in the⁠‌ family.

But​⁠ Dereck had to⁠​ go through many‌ hardships to obtain‌⁠ even that hollow‍⁠⁠ title. It was‌ a valuable reward,‌⁠ after all.

“To‍⁠⁠ properly manage the⁠⁠ newly appointed Ravenclaw​​ Barony in Rodelen,‌​ we have to‌⁠​ start moving urgently.​‍ Once the mansion‍ maintenance is done,​⁠ staff will need‌‍⁠ to be hired⁠‍ and taxes negotiated‌⁠ with the local​‍ landowners.”

“Hmm…‍‍ I see… Dereck​​ will be very⁠ busy. But I didn’t come looking​ for Dereck.”

“Oh,​ really? Planning to​⁠‍ submit an application​‍ to the Beldern‌ Mercenary Guild? If​​ so, I can⁠​ give you a discount.”

“No,‌​​ I’m looking for⁠ a mercenary named‍‌⁠ Pheline.”

At‍ those words, Jayden’s‍⁠‌ fingers trembled slightly.‌‌⁠

And⁠⁠‌ hundreds of scenarios‍‌ ran through his‍​⁠ mind.

He‍ knew well that‌ Dereck’s network had​⁠‍ expanded greatly in‍ recent years, but​‌‍ he didn’t expect‍​ the ripple effects‌‌​ to come so⁠‌‍ quickly.

Jayden‍⁠⁠ let out a hollow laugh and​ said:

“Ah,⁠​⁠ yes… You mean​ Baroness Pheline.”

“…W-What?”⁠

“…?”​⁠

“No,⁠ it’s nothing… Yes.⁠ That person. I just want to‌​ see her once…”‍⁠

The⁠⁠ reason he referred​⁠⁠ to Pheline that⁠ way was to‍‌ give Diella time​‌‌ to mentally prepare​ herself.

Regardless‍ of the circumstances,⁠ it was true‌‌⁠ that Pheline had⁠‍ become Dereck’s wife,‍​ both in name‌‌‍ and reality.

By⁠​‌ reminding her of⁠⁠ that well-known fact,⁠ Diella would surely​ accept the current⁠ situation.

“H-How​ is she?”

“Ha​ ha, how to⁠ put it? She’s​⁠‌ one of the‍​ prides of our‍‍ Beldern Mercenary Company.​⁠ If it weren’t⁠‌ for the exceptional​ talent named Dereck,​​ Pheline would have⁠‍​ been the company’s‍⁠ star.”

“I-Is​‌‍ she that good?”⁠

“Yes.⁠ Although young and​⁠ with a striking‌⁠‌ appearance, she’s truly‍ a promising figure.‌ While she has‍​ the hurdle of⁠ coming from the⁠‌​ suburbs, that probably‍ doesn’t bother Dereck.‍‌⁠ In fact, he⁠‌ likely felt a great sense of‍ affinity.”

Jayden​​ spoke of Pheline⁠ with the heart⁠​ of a father.‌‍‍

Since⁠⁠‍ Pheline hated nobles​​ so much, he‍​ thought it best⁠​ to ensure she⁠‌​ wouldn’t feel intimidated​⁠⁠ in front of‌ Diella.

On‍⁠⁠ the other hand,⁠‌‍ Diella looked at​‌​ him with a pale face.

“Yes,​​‌ pretty… how much?”⁠

“Well,‌⁠ she wouldn’t compare⁠ to noble young⁠ ladies who’ve refined​‍‍ their beauty all‌⁠ their lives.”

“I-I⁠‍ see? I understand…”⁠‌

“Yes.​‍​ But can you⁠ judge a person‍⁠‍ just by their⁠ outward beauty? Her⁠‌ composure and strong‍⁠⁠ character in the⁠⁠ face of any​⁠‌ adversity are already⁠‌ reasons enough to‍ value the girl​​‍ named Pheline. On​⁠ top of that,‍​​ the bond from⁠ coming from below—it’s⁠ only natural Dereck‍⁠​ would feel a strong affection.”

Thinking​⁠ he might be‌​ going too far,‍ Jayden continued praising‌⁠ Pheline.

‘Pheline,‍​ please don’t feel​⁠ intimidated anywhere…’

While⁠ Jayden spoke with​ such a cheerful​‌ expression, Diella couldn’t⁠‍​ help but feel​‌ even more intimidated.‌‌‌

Even⁠⁠ setting aside other⁠⁠ qualities, the bond‌ of having been⁠ born in the‌‍‍ suburbs was something‍‌ no noble could​ imitate.

“Why⁠​‌ would anyone want‌⁠‍ to imitate such‌​ a vulgar origin?”⁠⁠

That‌‍ natural question might‍ arise, but Diella‍ shook her head‌‌‌ and tempered her‍ voice.

“Yes,‌​ Dereck is the⁠‍ magic master I respect most. But⁠‌ he has no‌‌‌ eye for women‍​⁠ and is so‌‍⁠ absorbed in magic⁠‍ that I was​‌⁠ just worried he​ might’ve fallen for‍‍⁠ some weird trick…”​‍⁠

“Then⁠ don’t worry. In‌‌⁠ my opinion, Pheline⁠​ is the perfect⁠‍‍ wise and virtuous​‍‌ wife for Dereck.”⁠⁠⁠

If⁠ the people involved‌‌ had heard that,‌​ they would’ve felt⁠ disgusted, but Jayden‍‌ said it with‍ a laugh, as‌‌ if it were‍⁠ nothing.

“T-That…!‌​‌ You shouldn’t judge⁠‌ so quickly!”

“Oh,​ no?”

“P-People​‌ have potential. Judging‌‌ a bond as​​ the best or‌​ not is premature…”‍

Upon‌‌ seeing Diella spouting⁠​‍ nonsense, the more‌​ perceptive ones nodded‌‍ in understanding.

It⁠ might not have​⁠ developed into love,‌‍‌ but at the‍​ very least, the⁠ feeling of not‍⁠​ wanting to give​‍⁠ him up to⁠‍ someone else was‌‍ there, growing.

The⁠​ situation could have⁠ ended there, but⁠ this girl—who still‍​‌ didn’t fully understand‍​ how the world⁠⁠ worked—didn’t even know‍ what emotion was⁠​ causing her anxiety.‍‌

She‌ simply waited anxiously‌​ for the girl⁠⁠ named Pheline to‌​ return, tapping her‌ foot for no⁠ reason.

As⁠​⁠ she drank her​ apple juice, about‌ ten minutes passed,‍ and then the‍‌‌ tavern door creaked‍⁠​ open.

“Uncle‌⁠⁠ Jayden~! The job’s‌ done. Pay up​​⁠ quick, okay? And‌⁠ settle last month’s‍‍ bill too~.”

“Oh,‍‌‍ Pheline.”

Pheline‍​‌ entered the tavern‍​ with a lively‌ voice. Then she​‌‍ quickly turned her⁠‍ head and locked⁠​⁠ eyes with Diella.‍

“…”⁠‌⁠

She​‍ was the lioness‌‍‌ of the Duplain‌‍ family. Just her‍​ gaze alone hinted‌ at something out‍⁠‌ of the ordinary.‌

‘Uh…?’​

Pheline‍​ instinctively knew the⁠‍‌ moment she saw‍‍ her. That noble⁠ elegance she so‍​ despised radiated from⁠ the body of‍​‍ that tiny girl.‌‍‌

“…Who…⁠ are you…?”

“Diella‌‍ Katherine Duplain, of‍​ the Duplain family.​‌‍ Dereck’s first disciple…”⁠‍​

“Oh…​‍ I see…”

Although​‍⁠ Pheline usually responded‍⁠ cheerfully and loudly,⁠ her tone dropped‍⁠ as if she‌‍ were in a bad mood in‌‌‍ front of Diella.‌​

Seeing‍​‍ that, Diella wasn’t‌‍⁠ in a good​⁠ mood either, and​ from the beginning,​​ the two couldn’t⁠​‌ help but give‌‍‌ each other the‌‌⁠ worst first impression.‌

“I‍⁠ heard you’re going​‍ to marry Dereck…​‍​ I came to⁠⁠‌ see what kind​ of woman you​‍​ were.”

“…”⁠⁠

Now​⁠​ that she thought‍ about it, there⁠⁠⁠ was that contract.‍‍‍

Lately,‍ she’d only been⁠ focusing on subjugating⁠ monsters, and just‍​‌ imagining the content​ of that contract‌ made Pheline’s skin⁠⁠‌ crawl from her⁠⁠‍ fingertips.

“Ah…‍‍ yeah… that’s true…”‍‍

“…”‍

“…”​⁠​

“…”‌

That‍ was the whole‍‍‍ response.

‘That’s​⁠ all she said,’​‍​ thought Diella.

Dereck​‍⁠ was a man⁠ who knew nothing‍‍ but magic, who‍ had risen from‌⁠‍ the depths of⁠ the slums, but‍‍‌ his passion for‍ magic was serious​ and unparalleled.

The‌‍‍ fact that the⁠ person who married‌⁠ him treated the‌‍‌ marriage so indifferently⁠ already made her​ deeply uncomfortable.

She​​​ thought Pheline would‍ be glowing with‌‍‍ joy, radiant with⁠‌ the happiness and​‍​ romance unique to‍​⁠ newlyweds. If that‌ were the case,​⁠ it would bother⁠‌ her—but if not,‍‍​ it also bothered‍ her… She didn’t⁠‌​ know what to​⁠‌ think, and her​ mind spun with​‌‌ confused thoughts.

In‍ truth, she wasn’t​⁠‌ even sure what​‌​ she was feeling,‌​ but either way,‌ she didn’t particularly⁠‌ like Pheline. It‍‍​ was more emotional⁠ than rational.

On‌‌ the other hand,⁠‍ Pheline felt the‌⁠ same.

From​⁠ the start, she‌​⁠ didn’t like nobles,​​​ and the way⁠ Diella looked her‌ up and down‌ in Tears of​‍ Beldern as if‌​‌ judging her was‌‌⁠ incredibly annoying.

Just‍⁠ discussing marriage with​​‍ Dereck already tensed‍⁠‌ her face, and⁠‌ on top of​‍ that, this noble‌‌⁠ girl who was⁠‌‌ his disciple had⁠‍​ shown up to⁠‍⁠ scan her from⁠ head to toe.​‍‍ No wonder her‌ rebellious spirit flared‍ up.

Between⁠ the two was​⁠ an unstable balance.​⁠

Though‍⁠ Diella’s status was⁠⁠⁠ infinitely higher, Pheline‌ was Dereck’s wife.‌

In‍⁠ this inevitably tense​‌ situation, where neither⁠‌​ could take the​‍‍ other lightly, Jayden—caught‍ in the middle—watched‌⁠ with great interest​ to see how⁠⁠ things would unfold.‍

‘…I’d‍​ love to put‍‍⁠ this arrogant noble​​ in her place,​ but if I act carelessly, there‌‍‌ could be consequences.’​‍‍

Pheline⁠ hated nobles, but​ she wasn’t reckless.⁠

So,⁠ after resting her⁠‌​ chin in her​⁠ hand and pretending⁠​ to think for⁠‌​ a moment, she⁠⁠ soon put on‌ an expression as​⁠‍ if she’d had‌⁠‍ a brilliant idea‌‍‌ and walked up⁠‌ to the bar.⁠‌⁠ Then, she sat‍‌ cheerfully next to​‌⁠ Diella.

“You⁠‌‍ said you were‍ Dereck’s first disciple,‌ right? Then you’re‌‍ no stranger to​ me~.”

“…”‍

The‌ way she referred‌‍ to him as‌‍ “our Dereck,” so⁠⁠ familiarly, sparked a strange repulsion, but⁠​‍ Pheline was the‍‍ kind of girl⁠ who could endure‍‍ that sort of​ discomfort for a greater cause.

“Dereck’s⁠​ always indebted to⁠‍ you~. It’s really‍ reassuring that the​ young lady of​‍ the Duplain family‌​‌ takes care of⁠‌ him personally~.”

Saying‍ that, Pheline clasped⁠‍‍ her hands together​‌ and smiled sweetly.⁠⁠‍

“…”⁠

Diella‌ stared at her​⁠ with a complex‍ and subtle expression.‌

For‍ some reason, just⁠ seeing this girl⁠‍ named Pheline made‍ her feel a burning anger.

She​ was speaking politely,​​⁠ but it felt⁠ like she was⁠ scratching her from​‍ the inside.

And‌ in truth, Pheline‍⁠⁠ really was.

She‌​ felt as though‌‌ Dereck had been‍ taken from her,‍‌‌ so she was​ determined to stir‍‍​ Diella’s insides with‌‌ all sorts of‍⁠ fake compliments and​​ provocations.

Surprisingly,‍ Pheline’s jabs were‍​‍ hitting the mark.​​‍

“I‌⁠ heard you helped​ him get the​​‍ baron title~. Thanks⁠ to you, the‌ Ravenclaw barony was‍ approved. Thank you‍ so much. Really,‌ thank you so⁠ very much~.”

“Ugh…⁠⁠​ Ugh…”

“Thanks‍ to that, we⁠‌‌ were able to‍ start renovating the⁠ barony mansion, and⁠‌ Dereck and I could build our‍‌ nest. We’ll never​​‌ forget Miss Diella’s⁠‍ help and will​ build a beautiful​‍ and loving family.⁠‌ Thank you so⁠‌‌ much~!”

It‍ was a conversation‌‌‌ full of compliments,⁠ but as Diella‌‍ listened to Pheline’s​‌‍ nonstop words, her‌‌ insides twisted, and‍​ a burning sensation​​​ rose within her.⁠

But⁠‍‍ what could she‌ say in response?‍

Pheline‌⁠‍ hadn’t done anything‌ wrong. If she‍‍ lost her temper‍⁠⁠ now, it would‍‍ be a pointless​‍ outburst and could⁠‌​ cause big trouble​ for Dereck.

Thinking​‍​ that, Diella couldn’t‍ do or say​‍⁠ anything.

‘Because‌ she has Dereck…‌ the lioness of‍ the Duplain family‍‌ can’t say a single word…?!’

Meanwhile,​‌⁠ Pheline was wrapped‍ in a tremendous​​ euphoria she’d never‌⁠ felt before.

During‌‌ expeditions with Dereck‍ and Ellen in​‌‌ the labyrinth, she’d‌‌ enjoyed playing with​​‍ arrogant noble girls,⁠ but this—this was⁠‍ something else.

To‍⁠ push them around‌ like this, with‌‍ words—this was fun.‍‍

Then⁠ Pheline took a deep breath, opened⁠ her eyes wide,​‍ and let herself⁠ be carried away‌‌‌ by the delicious⁠ ecstasy, with the​ most delighted expression‌​ in the world.⁠​⁠

“My​⁠​ love… Oh, sorry…‌ That’s what I call him when​​‍ we’re alone. Our⁠ Dereck will be​⁠‌ so grateful to⁠ you in the​ future, so if​‌ he ever offends​​ you, please forgive⁠ him generously. And‌‌ if anything happens,⁠ let me know.‍ We’re like one‌⁠‌ body and soul!”​​

“Ugh…‌‍​ Ugh…”

“I‍ should’ve prepared a gift… But as​‌​ you can see,⁠​ I just got​​ back from a job, so I’m‍‌⁠ not in the‌ best hygienic state​ and came empty-handed.‍ Such a shame.‌ Would it be​ okay if I send a thank-you​⁠‍ present to the‌ Duplain mansion? If‍‌ not, there’s nothing‌⁠‌ to be done,‍ but we can’t​​‌ ignore the benefactor​‍⁠ who did so​‌‍ much for my‍‌‌ husband!”

“Ugh…⁠​ T-that… Ugh…”

“Please!⁠​‍ Let me help​​‌ you, Miss Diella!​ If you’re the‍‍ benefactor of my‍⁠ beloved husband, then​ you’re my benefactor⁠‌⁠ too! For his⁠ sake, I want⁠⁠‌ to help you‌​​ with all my​ heart!”

“Ah…‍ aaah! Aaah!”

Finally,​‍ at the limit⁠​ of her endurance,⁠​ Diella grabbed her‌‌⁠ hair on both​​ sides of her⁠‌​ temples and scratched‌‍ at it, not‌‌⁠ caring if it‌ got tangled.

Then‌ she jumped up⁠‌⁠ from the bar⁠​‌ and ran out‌‌ of the tavern,​⁠‌ screaming as if​ she had seen⁠​​ some indescribable horror.‍

Though​‌ it all happened‌​ in an instant,​‍⁠ seeing the escorts—presumably​‍‍ Diella’s guards—rushing out​ after her in‍‍⁠ a panic made‌‍‍ it clear she‍‍ wouldn’t be coming⁠ back.

Crash!‍‍​

Creak,‌⁠ creak.

As⁠ she watched the‍‍⁠ tavern door swing⁠‍‌ loosely after being‍​ kicked open by‍​ Diella, Pheline smiled‌⁠⁠ with immense satisfaction.‌‍​

“Maybe⁠​ I was born‌ for this day…”‍

“Pheline.‍ You’re truly ruthless.”‌‌​

“Did‌​‍ you see the‍⁠ face of that​‍ noble lady who‌‌‌ ran out? Uncle‍⁠ Jayden, she was‌‍ as pale as‍ if someone had​‍‌ splashed her with​ blue paint! Hahaha!⁠ Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!”

Seeing‌‍ Pheline laugh so⁠⁠ hard she clutched⁠​⁠ her stomach and⁠ could barely breathe,‌ Jayden couldn’t help‍ but laugh too.​⁠⁠

He​​​ knew she had​‌‌ talent for crushing⁠​ noble pride by⁠​⁠ any means—but he‍​ didn’t realize she⁠ was this ferocious.‌

“Wow,​​⁠ Pheline. You’ve got‍ some thick skin.”​​

“Thick-skinned?‌⁠ I just moved⁠‌ my tongue a little, that’s all.”‍

“For‍‌‌ just a little,​ your lines were‍‌⁠ pretty intense. How⁠‍ could you say⁠ those things?”

“Hmm…”⁠‍

After‌⁠‌ laughing for a good while, Pheline‌ finally caught her​‍⁠ breath and drank‍​ the cold water‍ Jayden offered her.​

She‌​ exhaled deeply, set‌ the glass on‌ the bar, and⁠ began to calm⁠⁠ down.

At⁠⁠ last, Pheline started​⁠ recalling the things​‍ she had said⁠​ in front of​‌ Diella.

“Calling‍​​ him that… darling,⁠‍ husband—there’s nothing I haven’t said. What​⁠‌ if they really‍ get married?”

“…”‌

“If‍ Dereck had been​⁠​ in the tavern,⁠ his expression would’ve⁠‍‌ been priceless.”

This⁠​ time it was​​‌ Pheline’s face that‌ turned pale.

“Ugh…‌‍ Ugh… What did‍ I even say…?”‌‍‍

In‌ her frenzy to‌⁠ defeat a noble,‍ she had gone⁠‍⁠ overboard and blurted‍‍ out all sorts⁠ of embarrassing phrases.​‌​ But now that‍​ she’d regained her​​⁠ senses, she realized‌‌​ just how humiliating⁠‍ it all had​ been.

Pheline​​‍ buried her face​ in the bar,⁠‍ her face as⁠‌⁠ blue as Diella’s​ had been.

Though​​‍ she hadn’t had​⁠​ a drop of⁠ alcohol, she felt‍‌ nauseous, pressing her‌⁠‍ temples to hold‍⁠‍ herself together somehow.⁠

At⁠‌‌ that rate, she‌‍ was no different​ from Diella, who‍‍ had run out​ scratching her head.​‌

‘That‌⁠‍ one or this‌ one… they both⁠ have disgustingly strong⁠⁠ pride.’

That‍⁠⁠ was the only⁠ thought Jayden had‌‍⁠ as he looked⁠⁠‍ at Pheline.

Maybe​ she’d just wanted‌ to humiliate the⁠​⁠ noble a bit,⁠ pretending to be​ Dereck’s virtuous wife—but‌‍⁠ no one knew‍‍ how that could‌ backfire on her.⁠‍​

At​​​ least, that’s how‍‍ Jayden saw it.⁠​​

***⁠

——————‌⁠⁠

Letter​​‌ of Opinion

— Considering there are​ no significant procedural‌​⁠ flaws in the‌ granting of the‍ baron title to⁠‌⁠ Dereck Ravenclaw, the⁠‍ Duplain family raises​ no objections to‍⁠ his appointment.

— Considering Dereck Ravenclaw’s​​‌ magical abilities and‌⁠​ reputation, the Belmierd‍​ family believes he‌‍ has sufficiently proven⁠ himself worthy of‌ the baron title⁠ and supports its​ granting.

— The Beltus family‍‌ raises no objections​‌ to granting the⁠‌ baron title to‍ Dereck Ravenclaw.

——————‍​‍

Letter‌ of Appointment

In⁠​⁠ the name of⁠‍⁠ the Empire,

I,​⁠ Guttrel III, hereby⁠‍⁠ declare the following.​‌

Dereck⁠⁠‌ Lydorf Ravenclaw, in‌‌‍ recognition of your​⁠‍ loyalty and dedication‍ to the Empire,​‌ as well as‌‌​ your outstanding achievements,⁠ I grant you‍ the title of​⁠ Baron of the‍ Rodelen region.

Accordingly,‍‌‍ you are granted⁠‍ the following rights‌‌ and responsibilities:
1. Governance over⁠⁠‍ the region of​‍⁠ Rodelen, the Ravenclaw​ fief, and surrounding​‍‍ territories.
2. Eligibility to‍​ attend the Rotfail⁠‌‌ Council in the⁠‍ southwestern continent.
3. Judicial and⁠⁠⁠ fiscal authority within‍​⁠ the territory.
4. Duty to‌ contribute to the⁠‌ defense of the‍‌ Empire.
5. Unwavering loyalty⁠ to the Imperial‍ family and the‌⁠​ Empire.

May‍ your wisdom and‌⁠ just rule bring‍⁠‍ prosperity to the​⁠​ land, and may‌ our Empire grow‌‍⁠ stronger.

This‍‍ title shall be⁠ inherited by you‌ and your legitimate​ descendants for generations,⁠​⁠ but will be‍⁠ immediately revoked upon​ any act of​‌ treason against the⁠‌ Empire.

Swear‌ to strive for‌⁠‍ the peace and​‍‌ prosperity of the‌⁠ Empire.

Bearer⁠ of the radiant‌‍ crown, protector of‍ the continent, and​‌​ navigator of the​⁠‍ Milky Way,
Plakior Rovengard Guttrel​‌ III

***⁠‌

Time⁠⁠ passed with cruel​⁠​ speed.

Especially​⁠ when one was‍‍ focused on something,‍ it seemed to‌⁠⁠ move twice as‌ fast.

Before​⁠‌ he realized it,‍​ winter had passed,‌​​ and now spring‌⁠ was in full‌‍ bloom.

Under​‍ the warm sun,‌​ the green mountains‌​ and fields displayed‍‍‍ their splendor in​⁠⁠ their own way.‌‌

Shhhh.‍​‍

Dereck‌ wiped the sweat‍ from his forehead,‌‌⁠ sleeves of his​​⁠ robe rolled up,‍‌ standing in front‍​​ of a small‌ mansion beside the‍⁠​ vineyards of the‌‍‍ Rodelen region.

He‌ sat on a nearby stump and⁠ unfolded the letter​⁠⁠ that had just​ arrived.

It‌‍​ was his letter‌‍ of appointment as​ baron, drafted at‍‌‌ Lord Melverot’s suggestion.‌

The‍ appointment, which Dereck​‌‌ thought would be​‌ delayed, progressed faster‍‍ than expected.

It​ seemed that Linus‌⁠⁠ had indeed managed​⁠​ to persuade Grand​ Duke Beltus behind‌‌‍ the scenes.

‘…Nothing⁠ in this world​ is free. So‌ what’s going on‌​‌ in the Belmierd‍‍⁠ family for that‍‍​ drunk to try​ recruiting me…?’

Just​ as Dereck was⁠ about to get‍‌​ lost in thought,‍⁠ he decided to​ focus on the​ present for now.⁠‍

Bang!​‍ Bang! Bang!

Creak!‌‍⁠ Crackle!

The‍​ workers Dereck had‍‍ hired were repairing​ the worn-down mansions.​​

Dereck‌⁠‍ had been helping‍​ for a while,‌​ but now he​ stood aside, quietly​ watching the renovation⁠ work.

For⁠⁠ a noble’s mansion,⁠‌​ it was quite‌‍ modest—but compared to​ homes in the‌‍‍ commercial district, it‍ was truly luxurious.‌‍

He‍ slowly gazed at‌ the nearly finished⁠‍ mansion, then folded​⁠‍ the letter and⁠‌‌ tucked it into‍​ his pocket.

‘High-ranking‌‍​ nobles have grand‌​⁠ coronation ceremonies or⁠ investitures, but low-ranking​ nobles like me,‌​ governing remote and​ forgotten lands, end‍ up like this.’​

There⁠ was no formal‍ celebration, only a document with the‌⁠ emperor’s seal.

An‍⁠⁠ imperial scribe probably⁠‌ copied it with⁠⁠⁠ care, but Emperor⁠​ Guttrel III likely⁠ hadn’t even glanced​‌ at it for​‌⁠ more than a few seconds.

Such⁠‌ was the fate‌​‌ of lower nobles.‍​

Dereck‌⁠ had no reason‌ to complain. In⁠‌ fact, for the​‌‍ first time in⁠⁠‍ a long while,‌ he felt quite​ satisfied.

The‍⁠‍ spring breeze drifted⁠ through the vineyards.⁠​

A lone stump stood​​ in the flower-filled​​‌ garden, butterflies fluttering​‍ about. Sitting on​​⁠ it with arms⁠‍ crossed and a calm gaze, he⁠‌‌ watched the mansion‍ roof take shape.‍⁠

He‍ had hung his⁠ cloak by the‌‌ stump, and his⁠⁠ staff rested to⁠‌ the side.

In‌ the middle of‍ the meadow, where⁠​ leaves whispered, Dereck​‌ silently watched the‍ mansion and closed‍‍ his eyes.

“…”‍‌‍

From‌​‌ the days when‍‍‍ he slept under​ a rag in‌ the snow of‍⁠‍ the slums.

To⁠‍‌ the long days⁠⁠ reading magic books​ in the residence​ left by his‍‍‌ mentor, Katia.

And​‌ the years spent⁠ in Tears of⁠‍ Beldern.

And‌​‌ now, as he‌​​ opened his eyes,⁠‍ he had somehow‍ acquired a fairly⁠‌​ large mansion through‌‌​ his own abilities.‍

Life’s​‍ path doesn’t change‍ so drastically. It‍‌‍ usually shifts gradually,‍ slowly and steadily.​‍‍

Then,⁠‍ suddenly, one regains​‍ awareness and finds​ only faint footprints​⁠⁠ left along the‌⁠‌ path traveled.

Only⁠⁠‌ then does one‌‍‌ realize how far​​ they’ve come.

In‌‍​ truth, when climbing⁠‌‌ the mountain of​ life, it’s often‌‌‌ hard to see⁠‍​ how high one‍ has reached.

That’s‌ why, from time⁠ to time, you‍ look back to‌​ gauge your position​‌ from the landscape‌ left below.

And‍ thus, you pause‍ briefly in life’s​​ journey and reflect.⁠‍‍

‘I’ve​ come a long⁠‍ way.’

That⁠ brief thought could‌‌ remain as a memory.

Haa…⁠‌⁠

Dereck‌ Lydorf Ravenclaw.

That’s​⁠ how he became​‌‌ baron of the‌ distant region of​ Rodelen.

“I⁠​‌ better get moving.”‌‍

Unfortunately,‌ there was no‍‌‍ time to get​‍‌ sentimental.

There⁠ were many things‍ to take care⁠⁠‌ of right away,‍⁠ and the worries⁠⁠⁠ only kept piling​ up.

And‌⁠​ above all, the‍‌⁠ preparations to reach​⁠‍ a new level​⁠​ were almost complete.⁠

Step,‍‌ step.

The‍‍ sound of his‌‌‍ footsteps on the​‌ path.

Having⁠​‌ finished his rest,‍⁠‌ Dereck picked up​⁠ his cloak and⁠​⁠ staff and returned​ to the mansion.‍‍

Countless​ tasks and goals​‌ lay ahead—but at‌​ the core, Dereck’s‌ central objective was‌​​ just one:

Level​⁠‌ 4 Stars.

A level even those⁠ born of noble‍‍‍ blood couldn’t reach⁠‍ without at least​⁠ a dozen years⁠​ of refinement.

A realm forbidden to‍‌ plebeians without lineage.‍​​ A level where‍ one begins to‍​ transcend the laws‍‌ of magic, harmonizing⁠ with the star‌‍ system while casting​⁠⁠ spells that reflect​ their own nature.‌⁠‌

A level where, depending‌ on the person,⁠‍ one may even‍⁠⁠ begin to create​ unique, personal magic.​

Dereck‍‍ wanted to reach‌​ that level.

And​​ the foundation was‍ nearly ready.

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