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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 97: Power and Love (2)

Chapter 97: Power and Love (2)

‘Ah!‌​‍ If there is‍‍ a god, I want to ask!‌‌ Why have you‌ given me such‌ a cruel fate?​‌‌ Why have you‌ made me love​‍​ the princess of​ an enemy country‌‍ and live with‍ this burning heart?!‍ All the glory‌‍⁠ of the empire‍‌⁠ is mine, and‌‌ everyone bows before‌​ me, but she⁠ alone will not​‌ look at me…!’⁠

‘Instead‌⁠ of living with⁠​‌ this cruel fate,‌ I will give‍​ up this glory‍‍‌ and head toward​ her. A life⁠ without her is‌ worth nothing, so‌‍ I will even​‌ give up the⁠⁠‌ power that rules‌​ this world!’

The⁠​⁠ opera at the‌ Calimford Theater was‍‍ a famous performance.⁠

In‌ her childhood, Ellen,​‍​ holding the hand‍⁠‍ of the Countess​​ of Belmierd, accompanied‍⁠‍ her to the‌‍⁠ theater, where she‍ became completely absorbed‌‌⁠ watching the passionate⁠​ performances of the​‌‌ actors.

Although‌​‌ she was not​‍ yet ten years⁠ old and could​⁠‌ not fully understand‍⁠‌ the artistic value​‌⁠ of the stage,‍⁠ the countess wanted⁠⁠‍ her to experience⁠‍⁠ the stage culture⁠ of high society⁠⁠‌ early on.

And,‌​ contrary to the⁠‍‌ concerns of the​ adults, Ellen was‌⁠ utterly captivated by‌‌ the actors’ voices​ and lines, becoming‌⁠ completely immersed in​⁠ the play The‌‌ Love of Prince​‍​ Rodian.

By‍‌ witnessing the detailed‌‍ love story of⁠​‍ Prince Rodian, who‍ loved the princess​‍⁠ of an enemy‍​ country, one could⁠‍‌ deeply feel the⁠ playwright’s message about‍‌​ human agony and⁠‍​ the sublimity of⁠​⁠ love.

The‍‍⁠ final backdrop of‌ the stage was⁠ a cliff bathed‌‍ in the setting‌ sun.

With‍ his decision to‌‍ abandon all his​⁠ authority as prince‍‍‍ and embrace Princess​‌ Iriana, the curtain​​ fell, singing the‌‍⁠ value of a beautiful love.

When⁠​‌ the play ended‌ with the moving‍‌ music performed by‌‍ the orchestra, the‌ high society audience,‍‍⁠ seated in their‍ chairs, applauded with‍‍ tears in their‍‍ eyes.

The‍​⁠ countess also stood,⁠‍​ applauding for the‌⁠ beautiful and sublime⁠ story, and Ellen​‌ followed her, clapping‌ with her small‌ hands.

Thus,‍ the countess and​‌ Ellen left the​ Calimford Theater together.​‌ The sun was‍ already setting.

“It⁠​⁠ was a good‌ play. What did⁠ you think, Ellen?”⁠‍

“The‍ actors’ performances were​‌⁠ truly impressive. The‍⁠ orchestra’s performance was‌⁠⁠ also of great‌​ quality, much more‍ varied in melody​ than what I’ve‌‌⁠ heard in my‍‌ music lessons.”

Since‌​‌ Ellen had an‌‌⁠ extraordinary artistic sense⁠‌‌ from a young⁠⁠‍ age, she could⁠​​ easily express her⁠ impressions of the‍ play she had‍⁠‍ seen.

“But…⁠⁠ I really couldn’t​ empathize with the​​‌ characters’ thoughts.”

“Oh,⁠​‌ really? I thought‌ the moving love⁠ story of Prince​‍ Rodian was very​​‍ beautiful…”

“When⁠ you say prince,⁠‌ all the power​ in the world⁠​‌ is his, right?”​‍‍

Although​​​ she was still‍ young and did​‌ not fully understand‍ the power a prince had, she​ could perceive how‍⁠ lofty that authority‍‍ was.

Therefore,‍​​ Ellen spoke to⁠ the countess with​ a nonchalant expression.​

“With‌⁠ such great power,‍‍‍ to be swayed⁠‍ by such fleeting‍ emotions…”

The‌‍​ prince’s decision to‍ abandon his power‌ and choose Princess⁠‍‌ Iriana was something⁠‍‍ with which Ellen,‍ as a spectator,​ could not identify.⁠

Having⁠‍⁠ lived in the⁠ nobility since she‌​ was small, Ellen⁠ knew better than‍‍‍ anyone how noble‍‌ and beautiful the‌ value of power‌‍ was.

From​‍‍ childhood, she loved‌ power.

Although‍‌​ she sometimes harbored‍‍ a romantic notion⁠⁠ about the sublimity‍ of love found‌‍ in fairy tales​ or literature, in​⁠ the end, what⁠ she always kept‍⁠ by her side‍‍ was a strong‌‍⁠ will to hold‌‌ on to power.​‍

She​‌ had never loved‍‍‍ anyone in her‍ entire life.

Thus,​⁠ it was not‍‌ so strange that​⁠ her emotions were‍ directed toward power.‍

***‍

‘If​‍ it’s Leonard of⁠ the Belmierd family,​‌‌ would he be‌​ the youngest that​⁠‌ Lady Ellen spoke​‍ of?’

He‌​ had been absent​‍​ on a long‌​‌ pilgrimage and had⁠​‌ recently returned to‍‌‍ the Belmierd family.‌​‍

For‌ some reason, the⁠ youngest of the⁠ Belmierd family, who⁠ had returned only​​ recently, sent a letter to Dereck.‌​⁠

Dereck⁠​‍ opened the letter,‌ but it contained‍ nothing much.

It​⁠ was a request​​⁠ to meet and⁠​ talk with him,​​‍ asking if he​‍​ could spare some⁠⁠‌ time at the⁠⁠ Belmierd estate.

“…”⁠

Dereck⁠ was lost in⁠‍ thought for a moment.

Leonard,⁠​ the third son​‌​ of the Belmierd​‍⁠ family, seemed at⁠‍‍ first glance to⁠‍‍ be a religious​‌ and benevolent person,‍ but in reality,‌‌⁠ he was known​​ to be a shrewd individual skilled‌ in politics and‌ intrigue.

There‍⁠​ must have been⁠‌ a reason why‌ Ellen showed such‌​‍ caution toward him,​‌‌ so Dereck had‌‍​ no desire whatsoever‍​⁠ to associate with​ that man.

No‍ matter that he‍⁠ was the third‌ son of the‌ Belmierd family, there​‍ was no need‍ to meet with‌‌ him.

Ignoring​⁠ a letter sent​‍ by a noble​‌‍ was discourteous, but‌ Dereck had a good excuse to⁠​ politely reject Leonard’s⁠​ request.

“Please‌ fill in the‌‍ central part of‍​ the second-floor column⁠ with a thicker​ one! It seems⁠⁠​ the insulating material⁠‌ isn’t needed yet…‌ For now, start‌⁠‍ with the brickwork!”‌

While‍⁠​ he was sitting‍‌ quietly on a log, watching the‍ construction site, a peculiar figure was‍ raising her voice‍‌⁠ among the burly⁠ workers.

Her​ name was Aiselin‌⁠‍ Eleanor Duplain, the​‌ precious daughter of​ the Duchy of‍⁠⁠ Duplain and lady‍‍ of the Rose⁠‌‍ Salon.

The‌ young woman, who‍‍‍ looked like a fairy descended to​​‌ earth, was directing‍​⁠ the site while‌‌‍ wearing safety gear⁠ over her luxurious​⁠ frilled dress.

It‍‌‌ was a strange‍⁠‍ sight, like an​‌​ elephant riding a bicycle.

The⁠‌⁠ members of the⁠‍⁠ Ravenclaw barony already⁠ knew well how‍ such a situation⁠‌ had come about.‍​​

“Team⁠⁠⁠ 2, take a break, and Team⁠‍ 3, start the​​ general work as‍‌ soon as your⁠‍ break is over!⁠ Ah! There’s cold‍ water, so if‌‍ anyone feels dizzy,‌​ make sure to‌​‍ hydrate immediately!”

Although‍‌‌ it was still​ late spring, the​ midday heat was⁠‍‌ already apparent. However,‍ Aiselin, as if⁠ the heat did‌ not affect her,‍ casually rolled up⁠‍‍ the sleeves of​‌ her pretty dress‍‌ and managed the⁠ burly workers.

Her‌‌‍ authority, almost like​​‍ that of a foreman, was so‍ commanding that even‌⁠⁠ the workers directed‍‌‌ by the delicate​ young lady felt​​​ no discomfort.

“Sir⁠⁠​ Dereck, if you’re​⁠‍ tired, you can‌‍ go to the⁠​⁠ office! The construction‌‌ of the dormitory⁠ is already well​​ underway, so there⁠ shouldn’t be any‍‌⁠ major decisions that‌‍ require your confirmation.”​​‌

“No,‌ it’s fine. I was just sitting‍‌ to read a letter.”

“A‌​‍ letter? Oh? Is⁠ it from the‌‍​ Belmierd estate?”

“Yes.⁠⁠​ But it’s nothing‌‍​ important.”

Dereck‍ had no desire​ to approach Leonard,‍⁠ so he simply⁠ crumpled the letter‍ and slipped it‌ into his pocket.‌‌

He⁠​‍ appreciated the invitation,⁠ but the Ravenclaw​ barony was far​ too busy with⁠‍ a major construction​‍⁠ project to go⁠‍ and meet him;‌‌ that would be‍​‍ the excuse he​‌​ used.

In‌‌​ fact, the construction​ of the Ravenclaw​‍‍ baron’s estate was​‍ so large that‍ the size of​⁠‍ the classroom and‌‌ dormitory buildings even​‍‌ surpassed that of‌ the main house.‍⁠‍

Dereck‍‌​ thought as he⁠​⁠ watched the facilities‍​​ slowly grow.

‘I’m‌ sure this used‍‍ to be my‌ domain… how strange…’‍​

“Yes…?”‍‍

“It’s⁠ nothing—let’s go check​‍ the progress of‍ the classroom building’s‌‍‌ construction.”

“Yes!”⁠‌

Aiselin’s‌ spirited reply. She​​ seemed more energetic⁠​‍ than ever.

It​‌ was a busy⁠‍​ time.

***⁠

Caw,‍ Caw.

The​‌ setting sun painted​ the sky red.⁠‍​

The‌‍‍ era, too, was​‍​ fading like the‍‌ sunset.

The​⁠ once-mighty Duplain family,⁠​ which had seemed​ destined to rule‍‍ Ebelstein’s high society‌ forever, had fallen⁠​‍ so far that⁠ it seemed only‍⁠ a matter of‍ time before it‍ vanished into the‍ annals of history.‍‍​

“At‌‌ the recent meeting⁠⁠ of the local​ nobles, we completely​ lost control of​‌​ the outer trade‌⁠​ routes, the granary⁠⁠ in the southeast,⁠‌ and the northern​ villages of Duplain⁠‌‌ territory. Now, less‌‍‌ than a third‍ of the territory​‍ remains compared to⁠‍ its peak.”

Leigh,‍‌ the last son‌‌‌ of the declining‌⁠ Duplain family, spoke⁠​‍ while quietly gazing‍‍​ at the sunset.⁠‍

The​​ place was a cemetery on a hill southeast of​​‌ the Duplain mansion.‍‍

There‌ stood a tombstone​ with the name⁠ of Grand Duke​⁠⁠ Raymond Oswald Duplain,‌ and beneath it,​‍​ another with the​ name Valerian.

Judging⁠‍⁠ by the still-clean⁠⁠⁠ appearance of the‌​ tombstone compared to‍‌​ the others, it​‍⁠ was clear that​‌‍ its owner had⁠‍ not been buried​ long.

In‍‌‍ front of the‍ grave, Diella sat‌​ silently with her‌​ eyes closed. The⁠ light of the‌‌ sunset looked like‍ red watercolor paint.⁠‌‍

Looking‍​ down at the​ long shadows wrapping​ around her feet,​ Diella quietly stood⁠​ up.

Leigh,⁠⁠ standing farther back,​‌​ lowered his somber‌​​ gaze.

Soon,‍ a tear nearly⁠⁠ fell from the‍⁠⁠ eyes of the​ burly man.

“I‌​ did nothing, Diella.”‍​​

“…”​‌

“While⁠​​ this foolish brother​​ of yours lay​‌‍ bedridden, unable to‍​​ move a finger…‌‍ my dear sisters‌⁠ must have been​‌⁠ fighting against the​‍​ world.”

Aiselin​‌ and Diella had‌​‍ endured all kinds‌‍‌ of humiliation to‌ somehow restore the‌‍ fallen Duplain family.‍⁠

Leigh​⁠ was not ignorant‍⁠‌ of this, and​​⁠ he felt deep‍​‍ shame.

Even‌ so, the helplessness‍ and fear rising‌⁠⁠ in his chest‍​‌ consumed him.

The‍ once-confident figure who‌‌ had proclaimed his‌‍ ambitions to the⁠⁠​ world was nowhere​‌ to be found.‌‌‌

“Since⁠⁠‍ I got out​⁠ of bed, I’ve‍​ tried to speak‍⁠⁠ up at several‍‍‍ meetings, but… I couldn’t do anything.”​

“…”‍

“Aiselin‌ works tirelessly, day​​‌ and night, to⁠‍ earn even a little more money,‌ but her brother​‍ only gets beaten,⁠ robbed, and humiliated‍ wherever he goes.⁠‌ I… feel pathetic…‍ and ashamed…”

Leigh‍​ looked again at‌‌⁠ the sky turning‍‌ red.

His​⁠ eyes were also‍‌​ dyed the same​​​ red as the​​ sky.

“I​ don’t have the​⁠ confidence to take‍⁠⁠ responsibility for this‍ family. My ability…​ only went this​ far.”

No‍ one can resist⁠⁠​ the passing of‍ an era.

The‍ Duplain family had​​‍ already lost its‌​​ base of support‍⁠ and the trust‌‌​ of the nobility.‍

There​⁠ was a limit⁠‌​ to what Leigh‌⁠‌ could do alone.‍

For‍⁠⁠ that reason, Diella‍​​ had no intention​‌‍ of blaming him.​​​ Rising gracefully, she‌ spoke with a determined look.

“Yes.‌‍‌ I was already‍​ mentally prepared for‍​⁠ this. Perhaps the⁠ Duplain family… truly‍​ has nothing left​ but to collapse‌​​ now. Maybe one⁠‍​ person really can’t⁠‌‌ do anything against​⁠‍ this trend and⁠⁠‌ flow.”

It⁠ was painful to⁠​‍ see Leigh in​ such a state‌ of helplessness, but‌​ Diella had no‍⁠ intention of pitying⁠ that weakness.

Even⁠ so, keeping that‍‍ strong heart was​ no easy task.⁠‍​

‘The​‍ power structure of‍‍‌ the nobility can‌‌​ change at any⁠ time, but… is​‌ there any way‌‍​ for a family​ that has fallen‍⁠ so low to‌‌ rise again?’

Even‍ Aiselin, who rolled​ up her sleeves⁠​ and worked tirelessly​‌‌ at everything, might‍⁠⁠ think it in‌ secret.

The‌ Duplain family was‍⁠ already finished, and‌ they were only⁠ struggling to delay‍⁠‌ its fall a little longer.

Thinking‍ of it that​‌‍ way, Diella also⁠ found it difficult‌ to bear the​ helplessness and emptiness‍ growing in her⁠​‍ chest.

The‌​ setting sun felt⁠​ unbearably painful.

The‌​​ era was ending.⁠‌

Even‌‍ so, they had‍ to endure. Because‌​​ Aiselin was enduring.‌​‌

As⁠‌⁠ long as she‌‍⁠ stood firm, Diella‌ also had to‌⁠‍ stand on both‌ feet.

That​‍ was the minimum⁠ courtesy owed to‌‍‍ Aiselin, who bore‌​​ all this misfortune.‌⁠

The‌ captain steering a sinking ship must⁠‌ bear such misfortune‌ as part of‍‍⁠ their fate.

That‍‍ was why, for⁠ the sake of⁠‌‍ Aiselin, who fought‍‌⁠ in the midst​‌ of that misfortune,​ Diella thought she‌‍​ must endure.

However,‍‍ unfortunately, Aiselin had​ no intention of‌ rebuilding the family.⁠​

***‌‍

“I‍ secured some funds​ by organizing an‍⁠ investment seminar at⁠‍‍ the minor nobles’‍ seminar in the​‍ Rose Salon. We⁠‌ could even build​ a large auditorium.”⁠

“…What?”‌‍⁠

“Many​ nobles agreed on​ the commercial potential​‍ of the Ravenclaw​‌‌ Training Center. When‍‍ I assured them⁠‌ of a good‍ return, they all‌‌ lined up to‌‍ sponsor with gold⁠ coins, so it​‌ was exhausting.”

Aiselin‍‌ had even organized‌ an investment seminar⁠ using her noble‌‌ connections, managing to⁠⁠ raise additional funds.‌⁠

“Since​‍ we need a social dance class‌‍ and a magic⁠‍ training field, let’s‌ also build an⁠ auditorium!”

“…”‍‌

“We’ll​ need some administrative⁠​ staff, and since⁠‍ Sir Dereck can’t⁠⁠‌ teach everything by​​ himself, we’ll also‌ hire some assistant⁠‍ instructors.”

“Wait,‍ do we have‍⁠​ that much funding?”​‌⁠

“In‍‌‍ fact, we could​‍ expand the garden‌​ a little more‍‍‌ and build a proper school gate.⁠ We could also⁠‌​ get better teaching‍ materials.”

Aiselin​ scribbled numbers into‍‌ the ledger with​‍‌ her quill.

Dereck,​⁠ upon confirming the⁠ scale of the‌⁠‍ funds, widened his⁠ eyes and slumped⁠⁠ onto his desk.‌

“…”​‌‍

“This‌‌ way, we can‍​ secure more money‍​​ under the pretext‌ of facility and‍‍⁠ teaching material expenses.‌ As you know,​‍‍ noble ladies open⁠‌‌ their purses easily,​⁠​ so they won’t‌⁠‌ feel it as⁠⁠ a burden. This⁠‌ will increase the​⁠ expected income by​‌ 25%, and we⁠ can use it‌ to request more‍​ loans to decorate‌ the interior.”

“Isn’t​‍ the schedule a bit tight?”

“That’s​‌‌ why I’ve already⁠ hired all the​‌ staff. However, for​​⁠ the hiring of⁠‌⁠ assistant instructors, I thought it would⁠ be better for⁠‍‍ you to select‍ them personally, so⁠​‌ I only organized​⁠‌ the paperwork. Mr.​‍‍ Delbriton helped me—he’s⁠ very good with​ documents!”

At​ that point, things‌⁠‍ were moving so‍​ quickly it felt⁠‌ like a race.​⁠ Not even Dereck​ had expected Aiselin‌​⁠ to be so‌‍‌ motivated.

Then,‍‌ with her eyes‍ shining, Aiselin said‍​ something truly astonishing.​‌‌

“Business…‌ is more fun‌⁠ than I thought…!!!”‌​

“…”‌‌‍

“I⁠‍‍ think… I’m getting‌​​ addicted…”

With‌ an expression as⁠ if she had⁠​ made a discovery,​‌⁠ she looked ecstatic.‌​

A noble lady who⁠‍ had lived like‌​ a flower in‌ a greenhouse, discussing​‌ metaphysical topics like‌ art and philosophy—this​‍‍ was her first⁠‍ experience with the‍‍ practical studies of⁠ the outside world.​​​

How‍⁠⁠ far does opening⁠‌​ one’s eyes to​ a new world‍‍​ push a person‍‍ into a state⁠‍‍ of extreme excitement?​‌​

Those‍⁠‌ who have experienced⁠⁠ it once know—no​‍‍ stimulus can compare⁠​ to that sense‌‌​ of accomplishment.

Watching​‍ her, Dereck thought.​‍

‘If⁠⁠​ we start making‍ a profit… let’s⁠ be sure to​‌‌ allocate a good⁠ portion to the‌‍ Duplain family…’

“As‌ for the start‌⁠​ date of the⁠‍ classes, how about​⁠⁠ we hold a Q&A session with‍‍ the people who​⁠‍ learned magic from‌‌⁠ you before they​ officially begin?”

As‍ if ideas kept‌ flowing endlessly, Aiselin‌ continued.

“All​ of Sir Dereck’s‍​​ students are famous,‍‍​ right? I’ll ask‍ Lady Diella separately.‌ If well-known people​ like Lady Denise‌ or Lady Ellen​ come and make‌​ an appearance, it‍​ will increase the‌‍ credibility of the⁠ teaching. Also, the⁠⁠ news will spread⁠ faster.”

“Well…​ it’s not easy⁠ for the ladies‌‌⁠ of the Beltus​ or Belmierd families​‌ to come, but…”‍‌

Considering⁠ that Lady Denise⁠ had come all⁠‍ the way here‌​ just to see​⁠‌ Dereck, and that⁠⁠ Lady Ellen occasionally‍‍ visited to ask‍​ him for magic‍​ advice, it didn’t​ seem they would‍​‍ reject the request.​⁠

So​‌ Dereck had no‌​ choice but to​​‍ remain silent.

“It’s‌ not unrealistic.”

“Right?⁠‍ Of course, if⁠⁠ we’re going to​‌ make a formal‍⁠ request, we should‍ be courteous, but​‍ I think if‌⁠​ you show up‌​ in person, both⁠‌ will gladly agree.​​ Just buy some‍⁠​ gifts and visit‌​ their mansions to‌ show the minimum⁠​ courtesy!”

Aiselin⁠⁠ clenched her fists⁠‌‍ tightly and began⁠ thinking about the‍⁠‌ gift list.

It‍​ seemed even a seasoned imperial official‍⁠‌ would have trouble‌ keeping up with​⁠⁠ her pace.

Although⁠​‌ Aiselin had lived‍‌‌ her whole life​​‌ being treated like‌ a precious jewel,⁠‍ could it be⁠ she was more⁠ competent as an​​‌ advisor? Dereck found‌ it difficult to⁠ put that feeling​​ into words.

A person’s talent, if‌‌⁠ placed in the⁠‍‍ wrong environment, withers‌‍ without ever blooming.‍

In‌​ that sense, considering⁠​ Aiselin’s situation, it⁠‍ was ambiguous to‍‌⁠ call it either‌​‌ misfortune or blessing.​

***​‍⁠

“There​​ won’t be any‍‌​ major problems while‌​‌ you’re away. I’ve‌​‌ checked everything necessary.​ Here, I’ve prepared⁠ the gifts for‍​ the Belmierd family‍ through Butler Delbriton.‍ They’ll be loaded​⁠ into the carriage​‍‍ soon.”

The⁠⁠ next day, Dereck’s‌‍‌ business trip was​ decided.

While⁠ swiftly moving her‍‌‍ quill over the‍‌‍ ledger, Aiselin came​ out to see​ him off just​​‍ as he was​‍ about to board‍‍ the carriage.

Either‌‍ way, if he‌ wanted to directly‌‍‍ involve the count’s​​‍ daughter in academy⁠⁠ affairs, he had⁠ to follow the⁠⁠ proper procedures and‍‍ make a formal‍⁠‌ request.

Thus,​​‍ Dereck, lord of‍ the Ravenclaw Barony,⁠ had no choice‍⁠ but to personally‍ visit the Belmierd‍⁠⁠ family.

“The‌‍‍ visit to the‍​​ Beltus family isn’t⁠ confirmed yet, so‌‍ let’s first handle​⁠​ what’s necessary. Marquis​ Belmierd holds you‌ in high regard,‌ so he’ll probably‌ welcome you warmly.”​‍

“Yes.⁠​⁠ It’s just a visit to chat⁠‌‍ and make a request, so there‌​‌ shouldn’t be any⁠ issues. Please supervise‍‌ the construction while‌⁠ I’m away.”

“Don’t​ worry, Dereck!”

Although‌ Leonard’s letter had​‌ said he was‌‌⁠ very busy, circumstances‌ had led Dereck​‌‍ to visit the⁠‌ Belmierd family first.‍​

The⁠⁠ situation had become‍​‍ a bit delicate,‍​ but he had‍ to take responsibility​‌​ for what he​ had started.

The⁠‌⁠ journey to the⁠ Belmierd family.

Although⁠ he had visited⁠ Ellen’s private residence‍ in Ebelstein’s noble⁠⁠‍ district a few‍ times, this was⁠‌‌ his first time‌​ visiting the count’s‍‍‍ mansion in Belmierd‍‌⁠ territory.

Expecting​ a quiet trip,‌⁠‌ Dereck boarded the‍ carriage and silently​‌​ looked toward the​‌‍ baron’s mansion.

Clang!‌​ Clang!

Screeeech!⁠

Amid⁠‍ the workers focused‌⁠‍ on the construction,⁠⁠ a small mansion​‌ came into view.​

Due‍‍​ to Aiselin’s expansion‍ plans, the scale⁠⁠ of the work‌‍‍ had more than‍⁠⁠ doubled.

Inevitably,​‌‍ it seemed Dereck’s⁠‌ private mansion had‌‍ been buried in​‌‍ the middle of⁠​ the construction site.‌

‘This…​​‍ is still my⁠‌ private mansion… right…?’‍⁠

Dereck​‍ murmured quietly. He‍ had already said⁠ it once before.‍​‍

Either‌‍‌ way, it was​⁠‌ time to depart‍ for the Count‍⁠ Belmierd’s mansion.

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