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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 93: Awareness (1)

Chapter 93: Awareness (1)

Near‍​ the Elfontaine Salon,​​ in the noble‌​‍ district of Ebelstein,‌⁠ there were many‌‌ tea houses set​​​ up for noble​​ ladies.

In⁠ one of them,​‌‍ Trisha, sitting under⁠⁠‌ the warm spring‌ sunlight, wore a serious face and⁠ a deeply worried​​ expression.

“Why‌‍ has the lady‍ from the Duchy​‍‍ of Rochester come​ all the way​​‍ to the southwest‌ of the continent…?”‌⁠

Ever‍ since the Duplain​⁠​ family had been​‌⁠ displaced, the authority​​ of the viscountcy⁠ of Renouel had⁠⁠ shot up to⁠ the heavens.

If⁠‌​ the head of​ the Renouel family​ were granted the‍ title of count‍ at the upcoming⁠‌​ birthday celebration, it⁠ seemed it wouldn’t‍‍ be long before‌ they could mingle​​ with the ladies‌ of the Belmierd‌⁠​ or Beltus families.⁠​

Trisha’s​‌‍ pride had already⁠​ reached its peak,⁠ and every moment⁠‌‌ she spent in⁠​ Ebelstein’s noble society⁠ felt like a dream.

However,‌‍ the sudden appearance‌‌‍ of the lady​​​ from the Duchy​‌ of Rochester within​ Ebelstein’s nobility had‍⁠‌ changed everything.

No⁠‍‍ matter how much‌‌ the Renouels’ authority⁠​ had grown, it‍ couldn’t compare to‍‍​ the Duchy of‌​⁠ Rochester, led by⁠​ Lord Melverot.

‘Of‍​ course, status isn’t‌ determined solely by⁠​⁠ the secular power⁠ of the main‍ family…’

No‍‍⁠ matter how strong⁠ Siern’s backing was,⁠ if she could‌​ surpass her in‍‌⁠ other aspects, it⁠‌ wasn’t entirely impossible‌⁠‍ to displace her.‍​

Even​ if secular authority⁠‍​ favored Duplain, the​‍ very fact that​‌‍ Trisha could voice​‌ her opinion was‍⁠‌ already proof of⁠‍​ that.

However,‌‍ that didn’t mean⁠ it would be‍⁠​ easy.

‘It’s‌​‌ absolutely impossible to​‍ surpass Lady Siern​ in magical skills.⁠‍ When it comes‍ to social etiquette‌ and noble culture,‌⁠ I believe I have a much‌ better understanding…’

If​⁠⁠ she didn’t take⁠‍‌ full advantage of‌‌​ this opportunity, she‌‍‌ might lose forever⁠‍‌ the chance to​​⁠ reach the top‌‍​ of the Rose‌⁠‌ Salon.

Aware⁠‌‌ of this, Trisha⁠​ sought to gain⁠ more influence within​‍ the salon than‍ Siern.

But‌ Siern was far‍‍ too mysterious, impenetrable.⁠

The​⁠‍ killing intent she‍‌ conveyed with just⁠‍‌ a glance was​ terrifying, yet she​‌​ still maintained basic‌⁠​ manners and etiquette.‌⁠‍

To‍​ be able to​‌⁠ displace that enigmatic‌⁠ snow woman, she​⁠​ needed to find‍ her weaknesses or⁠ her vulnerable point.​⁠

‘Now‍‍​ that I think​​​ about it, they⁠⁠ said all three⁠⁠ from the Rose​‍‍ Salon learned magic⁠ from the same‌‍⁠ teacher… wasn’t Lady‍ Siern one of​ them as well…?’‌‌

In‌⁠‍ the end, the‍ silent battles of‍⁠‌ the nobility were‍⁠⁠ wars of information.‍​

Trisha⁠ had already gathered‌‌ all possible information⁠​ about the Belmierd‌‍​ and Beltus ladies.‌

All‍‌ the influential figures​⁠ in Ebelstein’s noble‍ society had been⁠​‍ taught by that⁠⁠ magic teacher named​‍ Dereck, and that‌ fact seemed strangely‍‌‍ relevant.

‘Am​ I the only‌ one without any‌​‌ academic connection to‍ him? This is⁠ troublesome…’

Of‌‍ course, since Dereck‍‌‌ was a private​​‍ instructor, there were‌⁠ hardly any group⁠ lessons or direct‌‌​ ties among his⁠‍ students.

Even​‌‌ so, it wasn’t​ favorable for Trisha⁠ to be completely‌ isolated.

‘To⁠ change this situation,‌​⁠ I need to⁠ meet that magic⁠⁠⁠ teacher. They said​⁠⁠ he became the‍ lord of the​ Ravenclaw Barony and‌‍ received a small‌​⁠ border territory… it’s​‌‌ not that far​ from Ebelstein.’

Trisha⁠​​ stood up, determined⁠​‍ to go herself.​⁠

She​​ was someone willing​​‌ to do whatever‍⁠​ it took to‌ obtain more power.‍

***‌

It‍ had already been‍​ quite some time‍​⁠ since the Ravenclaw‍ Barony began to‍⁠ function properly.

During‍‌​ that period, many⁠ distinguished visitors had⁠⁠‌ arrived, and over‌ time, the place​​ had taken on‌ a fairly orderly‌‍⁠ appearance.

In‍​⁠ the back courtyard⁠ of the barony,⁠⁠ there was a small clearing.

Compared‍ to the training‌​ grounds of an‌​ average ducal house,‍‍ it was extremely‍‍​ modest.

But⁠​ for Dereck, who​‌‍ had practiced magic‍‍‌ in distant mountains​ or in meadows,‍ this space was‍ not only sufficient—it⁠‌⁠ was a luxury.⁠‍

Sitting⁠ at the center⁠​ of the place,⁠ Dereck gathered his⁠‌​ magical power, holding⁠⁠​ the large staff‌‌ called “Footprints.”

He⁠ focused, extending the⁠ accumulated mana in‍ his fingers directly​‍ toward the sky.‌

The‍‌ flow of magic‍‌ traveled through the​ staff and rose‌⁠ into the clear‍ sky. Finally, upon‌​ reaching a certain​​ height, the magic​‍‌ stopped and began⁠⁠‍ to spread.

At​‌ that moment, Dereck‌ furrowed his brow‍ and clenched his⁠ fist tightly.

The‍ magic transformed into⁠⁠⁠ a different kind​‌ of energy and‍ began to take‍ the form of‌‌ clouds.

Drip,⁠ drip, drip.

And‌‌ slowly… raindrops began‍ to fall.

[ Recently Acquired Magic‍‍ ]

Three-star‍‍ transformation magic: “Rain​‍ Cloud”

Manipulating⁠ the weather is‌ fairly high-level magic,‌⁠‍ but if the⁠‍ range is limited⁠‍​ and the duration​ sacrificed, it is​‌ not impossible to‍ manifest it with‌‌ three-star magic.

As‍⁠ a result, he‍‌ could now make‍​⁠ it rain over⁠​ a limited area‍‌​ for a short⁠ period, enough to‍ soak everything. It‍‌ was an efficient‌​⁠ scale for creating‍‍ variables on a complex battlefield.

‘No⁠​⁠ doubt, I’ve already​​‍ gotten used to‍‍​ learning three-star magic.’​

Dereck,⁠⁠ without loosening his‌ fist, remained standing​⁠​ under the rain.⁠‌⁠

Moments​​‍ before, the sun​⁠ had been shining‍ brightly. Despite the‌‍ sudden downpour, he⁠​ showed no signs⁠⁠​ of surprise.

It‌ was natural. It‌​⁠ was rain he​ had summoned himself.‍

‘But‍⁠‍ four-star magic seems‌​​ difficult to learn⁠ on my own.⁠​ Now that I think about it,​‍ every time I learned a new‌‌⁠ level of magic,​⁠ there was always⁠ a master who​​‍ guided me…’

Dereck⁠‌ was not only‌‌‌ an excellent magic​ teacher, but also‍ an excellent student.‍⁠

He⁠⁠‌ had learned one-star​‍ magic from a beggar in the⁠‌ slums.

Two-star‍​ magic, from a disgraced noblewoman.

Three-star⁠ magic, from an‍‍‌ old wandering wizard.⁠

Up​​ to level three,⁠⁠‌ that was enough.​‍‍ But finding someone‍ capable of teaching‌​ four-star magic was⁠‍‍ no easy task.‌

Especially​‌ because four-star magic⁠​⁠ varies greatly according​⁠‌ to each individual’s​‍‌ abilities and inclinations.‍‍

In⁠‌ terms of variety,‍⁠ four-star magic even​ surpasses that of​⁠‍ five or six‌‌⁠ stars.

Even​​‌ if two people⁠‌⁠ used the same‌‍‍ four-star fire magic,​‍ one might produce​ bright, exuberant flames,⁠​​ while the other⁠‌‌ might summon a calm, blue fire.⁠‍

Even⁠​ if two used‌ the same summoning‌ magic, one person​ raised in a warm environment might‌​‌ call forth a beautiful spirit, while‍‌​ another, marked by​‍ struggle, might summon​ a bloodied hound.‌

There‍ are not many⁠‌ masters in the⁠ world capable of‍ properly teaching that⁠‌‌ wide range of‌ four-star magic, because‍ the learning process‌ is completely different‍‍​ for each mage.​

That⁠‍ was why Dereck⁠ could not help‌ sinking into thought.‌

‘It⁠‌‌ would be great‌⁠ if Lord Melverot​ could teach me,‍​‍ but he’s not⁠ the kind of⁠ person who kindly‌​ instructs others.’

He‌⁠ had already granted‍‍‍ him a barony,⁠ a mansion, and⁠⁠ even financial support.‍‍ Asking for more⁠‍ would be far​‌​ too shameless.

As⁠​​ Dereck sank into‍​⁠ thought, the rain‍ began to intensify.‍​

Swoooosh!‍‌

“Kyaa!”‍

Just⁠​⁠ as the rain‌⁠ was about to⁠⁠‍ grow even heavier,⁠ a woman’s voice‌ cried out.

“Hmm?”‍‍‍

“Ugh…!‌ I wasn’t expecting​​‌ this…”

When‌ Dereck stopped the‌‍⁠ magic and quickly​ turned, there was‍‌⁠ Ellen, soaked from‌ the rain, looking‌‌‍ visibly uncomfortable.

***‌⁠

“I’m‌​‍ sorry. When I focus on magic‍‌‍ training, I usually‍⁠⁠ don’t pay attention​‍ to my surroundings.”‍⁠

“No,‍​‍ it’s fine. It’s​​ my fault for​⁠ sneaking in to⁠ watch.”

Even‌ in the most​ relaxed situations, Ellen⁠⁠ always wore clothing​⁠ adorned with ruffles​ and rose-shaped decorations.‌

The‍​ blouse lent to‌ her by the⁠‌ mansion’s lowest-ranking maid​‌ was far too‍ simple for someone​‍​ from the Belmierd​ family. But she​‌ had no choice—the⁠⁠⁠ clothes she had​​⁠ been wearing were​‍‌ soaked.

As‍ if it didn’t⁠‌⁠ bother her in‌ the least, she⁠​​ dried her reddish‍ hair while wearing​‌ the plain garment.‌​

The‍ maid, who was‍⁠ carefully passing her​ a soft cloth​‍⁠ to wipe away⁠​​ the water, trembled‌⁠⁠ with nerves.

She​ had never imagined​⁠‌ that a low-ranking​ servant from a baron’s house would⁠​⁠ ever get to‌​‌ touch the hair‌​ of a lady​‌ from the Belmierd‌‍ county.

Only⁠‌ veteran maids, with‍⁠‌ more than ten‌‌⁠ years of service,‌⁠ were permitted to​​ attend to such⁠ distinguished people.

The‌​‍ young freckled maid,‍ with barely a month of experience,‌ swallowed hard and‍ clenched her fists​ tightly.

“By‍⁠ the way… three-star‌‌ transformation magic… Dereck,‍⁠​ you never cease⁠ to amaze me.”‌‌

“There​⁠‍ are still parts⁠‌ I need to‌⁠‌ perfect, but I think I’ve gotten‌​⁠ quite familiar with‍⁠ three-star magic.”

“…”‍⁠‍

Ellen,‌ as if at​ a loss for‍⁠ words, observed him​⁠ in silence for⁠​ a moment before‍ sitting down on‍ a wooden chair⁠​ in the corner‍‌​ of the clearing.⁠ While still drying​‌‍ her damp hair,‌‍‍ she pressed her​ temples firmly.

“I‍‍ recently mastered two-star​​ magic. I did​​ it just last​ week.”

“Really?​⁠ That’s something worth​ celebrating.”

“I⁠ came running to‍‌ brag about it​ to you, Dereck,​⁠​ but the first‍⁠ thing I saw‌​ was you using‍‍ three-star transformation magic⁠ as if it‌⁠ were nothing… Now⁠ I feel a little embarrassed to​⁠‌ say it.”

Although‌‌⁠ she said it⁠‍ that way, the​​‌ fact that Ellen‌‍ could use two-star​‍ magic at her‌⁠⁠ age was an‌‍​ admirable achievement.

Officially,​‍ she was right⁠‍ after Lady Aiselin,⁠ who had manifested⁠ two-star magic some‍‍ time ago.

Of‌‌ course, if Lady‌​ Denise was counted—who​‌ had secretly also‌‌ reached that level—Ellen⁠ was in third‍​‌ place.

“At​ least among the​ commoners I’ve met,​⁠⁠ there’s no one⁠‍ who’s achieved magical​‍⁠ progress as quickly​⁠⁠ and solidly as⁠‌ you.”

Although‍‍ it was high​ praise, Dereck didn’t‍ bother to give⁠ a formal response.‌​

He​‍ simply said “thanks”‌⁠⁠ quietly. That reaction‍‌​ was very typical‌ of him, and‍‍⁠ for that reason‍‌ Ellen let out‌ a small laugh.‍‌

After⁠‌⁠ drying her hair,‍‍ the maid served⁠​⁠ the tea.

Compared⁠‍⁠ to the hospitality​ of Count Belmierd,‌⁠ it was a simple cup with‍‌‍ inexpensive tea leaves,⁠​‍ but Ellen accepted⁠‍ it with a satisfied expression.

“Now​‍​ that I think​‍ about it, this⁠ barony is already⁠‍ quite organized. They‍ even serve tea‌​ to visitors…”

“The‍ Duke of Rochester⁠​‍ sent a rather‌​ capable person as‍‍ a butler. Since⁠⁠‌ he took over‌​ management, I haven’t⁠ had to do⁠​ much.”

“There’s‍​ no greater fortune‍⁠ than having reliable⁠ talent. The more⁠ I learn about‌⁠‍ the duties of‍ the head of⁠⁠‌ the Belmierd family,‌​ the clearer that⁠‌ becomes.”

Ellen‌‌ gathered her hair​ again.

When‍ she divided her‍ reddish hair into⁠ two and tied‍‍ it, the authority⁠‍ she always projected​‌ seemed to fade,​‍⁠ revealing a livelier⁠‌ side befitting her​⁠‍ age.

“Now⁠⁠‌ that you’re a baron, you’ll end⁠⁠​ up realizing it‌‌ yourself.”

“I’m​‍‍ barely the lowest‌​‌ of the low.”⁠⁠

“Whether⁠‌ you stay that‍⁠‍ way or not​‍⁠ is something we​ still don’t know.‍‌ By the way,‍‌‌ how was it​‌‍ that the Grand​‍ Duke Beltus granted‌‍​ you the title?‌ I doubt he‌ was happy to‍ see a new‍⁠ noble rise in‌ the borderlands…”

Ellen‍⁠‌ spoke as if‍⁠‍ she were truly‍ curious.

Dereck,‌‍ looking at her,​‍ rested his chin‌ on his hand‍ and fell into‌⁠‌ thought for a moment.

He​ felt he should​‌ tell her about​ a certain person⁠‍‌ he had met​‌⁠ at the tavern‍ before receiving the‍‍ title.

“The‌‌‍ truth is… there‌‌ was someone else‌ who helped me.”⁠

“Really?‍‌⁠ That couldn’t have​​ been easy… Who​⁠​ was it?”

“…It⁠‌ was Young Master‌⁠​ Linus of the​‌ Belmierd family.”

At‌ that, Ellen’s expression‌‌ hardened.

She‍ set down the⁠​ cup she had​ been about to​⁠‍ raise to her‍ lips and frowned‍⁠⁠ with visible displeasure.⁠

“…That‍‍ bastard brother of‌‌ mine went to⁠‍⁠ see you?”

“…Yes.”‍⁠⁠

“What‍⁠​ did he look⁠ like? He hasn’t‍​ returned to the‌‍‍ main house in‍​‌ a long time.​ I heard he⁠‍⁠ only hangs around⁠ gambling houses in​ big cities, drunk‌‍ and wallowing in​⁠ debauchery…”

Ellen‌⁠ spoke with genuine⁠⁠​ disgust, as if‌ she truly despised‍​ the drunkard named‍ Linus.

“Is​​ he still going⁠ around with a messy beard, drinking‌ all the time?”‍‌⁠

“…Yes.”‍⁠​

“Oh…‌ Why did he⁠ come back to‌​ Ebelstein? If that⁠‍ impulsive brother of​​‍ mine caused any‍⁠ trouble, I apologize.”‍

“No,‍‌ it’s not that.‍‌ In fact, he⁠ helped me convince‍⁠‍ the Grand Duke​‍⁠ Beltus. I made⁠​ him promise that‌ if I managed​ to become a baron, he would​ help you.”

“…Me?”​

Ellen⁠​‍ blinked several times‍‍ with her bright​⁠⁠ red eyes, then⁠​ tilted her head‍‍ as she adjusted‌ her hair again.⁠‌‍

“…That‍‍ scoundrel wouldn’t care​ about me…”

“Isn’t​⁠ some major change‌​ happening in the​‍ Belmierd family? I don’t think Linus⁠⁠ would do something⁠ so unusual without‍ a reason.”

“I⁠‌⁠ don’t fully understand‍⁠​ the actions of‌‍ that miserable drunk…⁠​‌ Hmm… Either way,⁠‍⁠ it’s something I should thank you​‌ for, Dereck—for helping‍​ me secure the‌​ title.”

Although‍⁠ it didn’t seem​ like a drastic​ change was coming​​ that could sink‍​‌ the Duplain family,​ it could at‍ least be assumed‍‍‍ that something might‍ be about to⁠​ happen to Ellen.⁠‍‌

Seeing⁠ Dereck’s face, which⁠‍ showed a strangely⁠‌ concerned expression, Ellen‍​ ended up speaking⁠ with a smile.‌​‍

“Well,⁠ don’t worry so‌‍ much. I have‌ a general idea‍‌ of what’s going⁠ on.”

“Oh,⁠‌ really?”

“He‍‍‌ must be trying​‍‌ to secure me‌​ some backing, fearing​ that Leonard will​‌ return to the​ family. If Leonard⁠​‌ takes power, things‌⁠⁠ will get complicated.”‌

Ellen,⁠​ who seemed to‌ have the situation​⁠ well calculated, stopped​​⁠ touching her chin⁠‌ and opened her​‍ eyes wide as⁠​‌ she spoke.

“Leonard…‍​ Wasn’t he the​ youngest son of‍⁠⁠ the Belmierd family?”‌

“My,‍‍ Dereck. You’re already⁠ so deep into‍‍ the nobility that⁠⁠⁠ you even remember​‌​ the Belmierd family​​‍ tree. Yes, that’s‍‍⁠ right. He’s now‍⁠ devoted to religion⁠‍ and is on‍⁠‌ a pilgrimage, not‍‍ showing up at‍ the main house.”​

The‍‍‌ male children of‍‌ the Belmierd family​​ never stayed at⁠‍⁠ the main residence.‌​​

The​‌​ reason Ellen had‌ been able to‌‍⁠ secure herself as⁠ the heir was‌​ precisely because of⁠⁠ that.

“In​ reality, the heir​ to lead the‍​ Belmierd family wasn’t‌ me, but my⁠ brother Linus. Leonard‌‌​ went on pilgrimage‌ because, even if​⁠‌ he stayed, he​‌‌ would have no⁠‌​ way to access‌‍​ the family’s power‍⁠‍ while Linus was‍ there.”

“Did⁠ Leonard have ambition‍‌ for that power?”‌‌​

“Well…‍ I don’t know‌​ anymore. It’s been⁠‌ a long time.⁠ In any case,​ he gave up‍‌‌ the succession early‌‌⁠ and went wandering‌‍ across the continent,‍⁠‍ living his own​‌⁠ way.”

“But⁠⁠ Young Master Linus⁠ gave up the‍‌‌ succession.”

“That’s‌‌ right. Very sharp,​‍ Dereck.”

No⁠‌ further explanation was⁠ needed.

For​​ some reason, Linus‍⁠‌ had given up‍⁠​ being the next⁠‍‍ head of the​ powerful Belmierd family.​ He chose to​ waste his life‍ in gambling and‌ drunkenness. Only he⁠‌​ knew why.

As‍ a result, no​ one but Ellen‌‍‌ remained to occupy‍‍ the position of​ heir. Leonard, the​‍​ youngest son, was‍⁠​ still wandering far‌‍ from the main​⁠⁠ house.

However,⁠ no one knew‍‍ what Leonard would​‌ think if he⁠​ returned and found⁠‍ that Ellen had‍‌‌ become the heir.⁠

It​‌‌ wasn’t unusual for​ a daughter to⁠​​ inherit, but generally,​ there was an⁠‌​ unwritten rule that​‍ the son should​​​ do so.

“What⁠‌ kind of person‌​⁠ is that Leonard?‍‌ If he’s on​‍ a religious pilgrimage,⁠​ he should be‌‍‌ decent…”

“Well,⁠​​ I don’t think‍ he’s such a good person. His⁠‍ devotion was a political decision. As​​ you said, religious‌ people often seem⁠ morally upright.”

Dereck‌‌‌ had never met​⁠​ Leonard, but he​‌ could tell from‍​ Ellen’s expression that‍​‍ he wasn’t exactly​‍​ trustworthy.

“If⁠ that guy tries‌⁠ to remove me​‌ from the Belmierd‌‍⁠ family, I don’t‍ plan to stand‍ idly by. I’ve​‌ worked too hard​​‍ to keep my⁠‌​ place as heir.”‍

“…”⁠​‍

“If⁠‍‌ he ignored the⁠⁠⁠ family’s situation and⁠​ wandered across the​‌​ continent, and now‌⁠ intends to return⁠ and claim the‌‍ succession just because​ he thinks he​⁠‍ has a chance—am⁠⁠​ I supposed to⁠⁠ kneel and hand‍ over the position⁠⁠ to that younger⁠⁠‍ brother? And do‌​‍ you think our​⁠ father would accept​ that?”

Ellen’s‍⁠ red eyes seemed⁠ to burn fiercely.​‌⁠

Family⁠ power struggles were​⁠ common, but it‌​⁠ seemed the Belmierd⁠‌​ had deeper conflicts​‍ than expected.

In‍ fact, what was‍​ unusual was for​‌​ a family to⁠‍‌ be harmonious, as‍‍ was the case​⁠⁠ with Duplain.

In‌ Duplain, perhaps it‌‍ was possible because​​ they had a strong heir like​ Valerian.

When⁠ there were disputes⁠​ over succession, it​​ was normal for​ even the closest‍‌ relatives to end‌⁠​ up shouting at​‌ each other. That​⁠⁠ was the norm.‍⁠

“I⁠ have no intention‍‍ of giving up⁠⁠ the right of⁠⁠ succession to the‍⁠ Belmierd family to​ anyone. And there’s‌​‌ no one who‍⁠‍ can force me‌‍‍ to do so.”‍

Ellen‍​‌ lifted her chin‍‍ and smiled at⁠‌⁠ Dereck with confidence.‍

“I’m​ strong.”

That​​‍ confidence seemed to​ be the key​ to how she‍⁠ could stand firm‍‍ as the legitimate‌‍‍ heir of the​​ Belmierd.

Dereck‍ looked at her​ with a worried‍‍‍ expression, one that‌ was slightly different.⁠‌

She​‌‍ was, without a doubt, the legitimate‌‌‍ heir. She had‍⁠‌ authority, ability, and​ was recognized for‍‌ her elegance even​⁠ in the Rose⁠‍ Salon.

She​‌ was already being‌ educated as the‍ future head of‍​⁠ the family, and‌⁠ was being trained‌​​ both in magic‍​ and culture.

There⁠ was no reason‌‍‍ to give that‍‍ place to Leonard,⁠⁠‌ who came late.‍‌ Ellen would be‍⁠‌ countess, and she‍‌ would lead Belmierd.‍‍ That was a fact.

Therefore,⁠ if Leonard wanted‌‌ to take her​ position, he had⁠‍ only one option.⁠

Destroy⁠⁠ Ellen’s authority and​​​ tarnish her honor.⁠⁠

No⁠​ one knew what​‌​ he might be‌⁠⁠ capable of doing⁠ to achieve that.‍‍⁠

When⁠‍⁠ Dereck’s thoughts reached‌‌ that point, he⁠⁠‍ tried to open⁠ his mouth. But‍⁠⁠ Ellen stood up,‍‌‌ let the hem‌⁠ of her simple‌ blouse fall freely,​⁠ and placed a finger over her‍ lips.

“Don’t⁠‌‍ worry so much,‌‌‌ Dereck. You might​ be the expert⁠⁠​ in magic, but​‌ when it comes​‌‍ to intrigue and​​​ power struggles, I can handle myself.”‌⁠

“…”‍⁠

“You⁠‍ haven’t been a baron for long,⁠ so you must⁠ be busy and​ under pressure. There’s‌‌‌ no need for‌​ you to concern‍ yourself with my​ brother Linus’s personal​ requests.”

Ellen‍‍‍ smiled brightly and‍​ put her hands‍​ on her hips.‌‍

“Wearing‍‍ these simple clothes​​​ makes me feel⁠ fresh, like a country girl. If⁠ I were a girl working in‌⁠​ a mill or‍⁠ a chicken farm,‍‌‌ would you still​⁠​ be able to‍‌ speak to me‍‍ so casually?”

“If‌‍ it were you,⁠‍⁠ Miss Ellen, I think you would​​ have left the‌ mill to start⁠ your own business.”‍

“Ahaha.‌ You have such⁠ a peculiar way⁠ of giving compliments.⁠ That’s why it’s⁠ so fun talking‌ to you, Dereck.”‍‍⁠

Ellen‍ shook her arms‌‌ and let her‍​ now completely dry‌⁠‍ hair fall.

Her‌​⁠ long hair swayed⁠⁠ with the warm‍​​ breeze of the‍⁠‌ Rodellen region.

“The⁠​ spring breeze is​⁠ so warm and⁠‍ pleasant. Since we’re⁠‌​ here, you should‌​​ see my magic,⁠​‍ Dereck.”

“I⁠ have no plans‌ for the afternoon,⁠​‌ so that’s perfect.‌⁠ You said you’d​ learned two-star magic—can‌‌‌ I see it?”‍‌

“Of​ course. Just don’t⁠ be too surprised⁠⁠‌ at how quickly​‍ I’m progressing.”

Ellen’s​ carefree smile bloomed⁠ like a spring⁠​ flower.

***⁠‌‌

It‍​ was around the⁠​ time Trisha arrived​ at the Ravenclaw​⁠‍ Barony.

Despite‍⁠ arriving unannounced in‍‌ a carriage, the⁠ butler received her​‍ with complete composure,⁠‍ showing not a trace of surprise.⁠

‘…The‌ servants are used‌‌​ to receiving unexpected⁠ visitors. For such​⁠​ a small and‍ remote barony, they’re‌⁠⁠ well trained.’

As​​ soon as Trisha‌​‍ stepped down from⁠ the carriage, the‌ maids skillfully lifted​‍ the hem of⁠ her dress. It‍⁠ wasn’t the first⁠‍​ time they’d done​⁠ that.

In‌⁠ truth, Trisha had​⁠ no way of⁠‌ knowing that the​⁠‍ servants of that‌ mansion were accustomed⁠‍‌ to attending to‌ various noble ladies​​‌ on a regular⁠ basis.

This⁠‍⁠ was her first‍⁠ visit to the‌ Ravenclaw Barony.

“Thank‍‌ you for coming⁠ to such a humble place. May‌ I ask the‍​ reason for your​ visit?”

“I‌‍‌ wanted to meet‍ the Baron of‍ Ravenclaw in person.‍ I heard he’s‍​ excellent at teaching⁠⁠‌ magic, so I was intrigued.”

“It’s‌‍ a great honor.‌‌‌ However, at the‌ moment, the baron⁠ is occupied with‍‍ the magic lessons‌⁠ of another noble⁠‌‍ lady.”

Trisha‌‌ frowned upon hearing‌ that.

The⁠ Renouel Viscountcy was,‌‍ at that moment,⁠ the fastest-rising power‌‍ in Ebelstein.

For‌‍ the daughter of‍ such an influential​⁠​ family to appear​​‌ in person and‍‌⁠ not be attended⁠‍ to immediately… it⁠‌ was a great‌‌⁠ disrespect.

Trisha​⁠⁠ didn’t hide her‍ displeasure and spoke‍‍ sharply.

“Who⁠ could be so​ important as to⁠ keep someone like‌‍‌ me from being‌⁠ received in person?”‍​

“…It’s‌​ Lady Ellen of‍​ the Belmierd family.​⁠​ This morning, Lady​‌⁠ Aiselin and Lady‍​‍ Diella also took‌‍‍ tea here.”

“…”​​

At‍‌ that name, Trisha​ closed her mouth.‌​‍

Others⁠‍​ she could overlook,⁠ but not Ellen.‌

With‍‌ that thought, she‍⁠ backed down immediately.‌⁠⁠

She‌‌​ bared her teeth‍ at the weak,‍⁠ but quickly bowed‌ her head to⁠ the strong.

Some​⁠⁠ might call it‍⁠ cowardice, but Trisha‍​‍ considered it a shrewd and intelligent‍​⁠ move.

“Very‌ well. I can‌‌ wait a while.‌‌​ There must be‌ a reception room,​‌ yes?”

“It’s⁠⁠ a rather modest⁠‍ place, I hope‍⁠ you understand.”

“Hmph.‌​ I don’t expect⁠‍ much from such​⁠ a remote and‍‌ neglected mansion. Just​⁠ bring me some⁠‌ tea.”

“Understood.⁠ However, there’s another⁠ guest, so it‍⁠‍ might be good​ if you could⁠ converse with her.”​

“What?⁠ Another guest?”

What​‍ could be drawing‌‌‌ so many visitors⁠​ to this out-of-the-way‌⁠‌ barony?

Still,‌ hearing that there⁠⁠⁠ would be at‌‍ least someone to‍‌⁠ talk to, Trisha‍‌ snorted and entered​ the reception room.⁠‌‌

“…”‍

“…”‌‍

There,‌‌ seated in silence,‍‍⁠ was Siern Alaina‍ Rochester, the lady⁠‌ of the Rochester‌ family, quietly waiting‌‌‌ for Dereck.

“…A‌ pleasure to see‌‍‍ you again, Lady‍‌ Trisha.”

This‍⁠ was no ordinary​ person. She was‌⁠‍ the heir to‌​⁠ the Duchy of​‍ Rochester, ruler of​‍ the north, patiently‌ waiting for Dereck.⁠‍​

How‍​ could such a remote and insignificant⁠ barony keep the‍‌ lady of the​‍​ largest duchy in​ the north waiting​ without complaint?

It⁠⁠⁠ was a scene⁠ so absurd that⁠‌ it defied logic‍⁠‍ and protocol, but‍ the lady in⁠ question didn’t seem⁠​ the least bit‍‍ uncomfortable.

Although‌​ at first glance​‌​ the situation made‌⁠ no sense, that‍ wasn’t the most​‍⁠ important thing.

“…”‌‍

Trisha‌​ still clearly remembered‍‌ the killing intent‌‍ she had felt‌⁠ in Siern’s eyes⁠⁠‌ the day they​​​ met.

That‍ gaze, as sharp​ as a wild​‌‌ beast’s, had frozen‌​ her blood. It‍⁠ was a relief⁠​⁠ she hadn’t wet‍ herself in fear.‍‌‌

Being⁠⁠ alone with her⁠‌ was like sharing⁠‍ a cage with⁠⁠‍ a tiger that‍ could pounce on‌ you at any⁠‍⁠ moment.

“Ah,​‍⁠ yes… A pleasure⁠‍ to see you,‌⁠ Lady Siern. You​ look as radiant​‌ as ever. It‌​ was an honor‍ to see you.​ Forgive the interruption,​‍​ I’ll take my​‍‌ leave immediately.”

Trisha⁠ quickly backed away,​ closed the door‍​ softly behind her,‍ and stepped into⁠ the hallway.

The‍​ whole process was​ so smooth it‌​⁠ was as if​ the world’s time⁠​​ had been rewound.‍

“…”‌​‌

However,⁠​‌ in that small‌‍ mansion there was‌ only a single⁠‍ waiting room for⁠ distinguished visitors.

Butler‍ Delbriton promptly recited⁠⁠‍ that hopeless reality.‍

Things,‌‍ in this world,​‍‍ never go as⁠​‍ one plans.

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