There Are No Bad Young Ladies in the World

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Sieren (3)

The silence that settled in the northern snowfield evoked different emotions depending on the observer.

Watching the pure white snowflakes covering everything, some felt warmth, some felt coldness, and some felt solitude.

The scenery of the world always remains unchanged, but the feelings it evokes vary depending on the observer’s heart… Melverot also shared different impressions each time he saw the unchanging landscape.

For someone who has lived a long time, it is possible. Even in the unchanging scenery, one can find different meanings each time.

However, to a young beast that has not yet ventured out of the cradle, this desolate snowfield might feel like a prison.

“I plan to debut Sieren into the Ebelstein social circle.”

Perhaps because of this, Melverot spoke assertively to Derek and Aiselin.

It was about four days after they had started teaching Lady Sieren in earnest.

As Sieren began to seriously control her instinct to kill, she started taking magic lessons from Derek and learning social etiquette, arts, and various scripts from Aiselin.

“Is that so.”

Derek, who was standing with his hands behind his back on the other side of the office, did not seem particularly surprised.

In fact, it was something he had expected.

In the northern part of this continent, where the entire territory is like a battlefield, the unique and splendid social culture of the nobility has not developed much.

Even in the Rochester territory, there are many labyrinths where all kinds of monsters roam, and if you go further to the outskirts, there are many places where it is not suitable for human habitation.

Although Sieren was born and raised in this northern region, Melverot seemed to want her to experience the peaceful and warm noble culture of the southwestern region.

However, it was also a highly dangerous decision.

The social circles of the eastern continent centered around the Elvester County and the southwestern social circles centered around Ebelstein.

These two places, excluding the imperial capital, are where the most splendid noble culture has flourished on this continent.

If she could not control her instinct to kill and caused a massacre in such places, no matter how much of a hero Melverot was for ending the Dawn War, it would be an irreparable disaster.

The safest thing would be to lock Sieren in the tower of the Rochester territory and not let her take a single step outside.

However, if that had been the goal from the beginning, Derek or Aiselin would not have been called to the Rochester territory.

“Is it possible?”

Melverot did not bother to make eye contact when talking to his subordinates.

As always, he spoke while looking out the window, legs crossed.

Aiselin glanced at Derek. Her expression was clearly tense.

Derek also shrugged nonchalantly and spoke assertively to Melverot.

“We have to make it possible.”

*

“Going to the Ebelstein social circle…? Me…?”

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“Yes. Didn’t you say you wanted to leave the Rochester estate and visit the southwestern continent where the four seasons are distinct and the meadows are green? Congratulations. Lord Melverot has granted you permission to leave.”

“…Oh my…! I’m so happy…! So… happy…”

The next day, at the training ground of the Rochester mansion’s annex.

Derrick was shaking off sweat and tightening his boot laces.

As for Siern, she was lying flat on the training ground floor.

Covered in sweat and unable to move any further, she was completely exhausted, unable to even lift a finger.

“I can’t… be happy… because I have no strength left…”

“That’s exactly when you need to push harder, Miss Siern.”

“You said that 30 minutes ago…”

“I was just saying it then, but this time it’s real. Now is truly the last time you need to muster your strength.”

“…Do you… do you think I’ll believe that…?”

Despite her words, Siern somehow managed to move her body and stand up.

The dress adorned with pretty lace and ribbons looked more suitable for a ceremony than for battle. However, even that was modestly dressed for a lady of the Rochester family.

Siern had woken up early in the morning to jog with Derrick, had breakfast with Derrick, trained in magic with Derrick, learned about the history of magic with Derrick, practiced magic sensitivity with Derrick, and sparred with Derrick.

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Despite spending almost the entire day with Derrick, he was only slightly sweating and completely fine.

The age difference seemed to be only about five years, but where his seemingly limitless stamina came from was a mystery.

Derrick twisted his arms here and there before continuing.

“At this point, Miss Siern’s growth in magic is not very significant. Being able to handle 3-star magic at your age, it’s more important to build a solid foundation than to reach higher levels.”

“Foundation? What foundation…?”

“Miss Siern’s magic is too unstructured and relies entirely on intuition. While wild school wizards like myself are more accustomed to using magic based on such instincts, it’s problematic if you have no knowledge of the star system at all.”

Although Siern could handle magic equivalent to 3-star, it was only a figurative expression.

Being free from the star system and having no system at all are completely different stories.

Wielding your magic without any system is like swinging a bat randomly, hoping to hit a baseball.

If you have great strength, natural reflexes, and sense, you might achieve some distance… but to truly grow, you need to refine the fundamental system itself.

Derrick took out his staff, which he named ‘Love’s Whip.’

Siern shuddered at the sight of the large staff.

“…Why are you doing this?”

“When I see that staff, my heart starts pounding… Can’t you just not take it out…?”

“Why would I hit you with it, Miss Siern?”

“You… you hit me…!”

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“I do not use violence against people without reason.”

That was also true.

Sierne swallowed dryly and somehow managed to straighten her almost powerless body.

Derek, seeing Sierne like that, gathered his magic around his staff and released it.

– Whooosh!

“It is important to streamline the system of magic and input it into your mind. Do you like chess by any chance?”

“Suddenly…? I know the basic moves…”

“Anyone can play chess if they know the basic moves, but efficient strategies and tactics are somewhat systematic and rule-based, aren’t they? Organizing the system of magic is similar to that.”

If you calculate every move one by one, anyone can become a chess master, but the amount of thought that goes into that process is too vast. Therefore, it was necessary to organize a few efficient systems in advance in your mind.

The way to effectively utilize magic is similar. You need to be able to systematize and think about the frequently used methods and flows of magic.

“If you systematize the ways to utilize magic to some extent and input them into your mind… you will be able to quickly grasp the structure of any new field of magic you encounter.”

“Is that really so important? It’s hard enough just to use my own magic well…”

“Growth is inherently like that.”

Sierne was a girl whose magical abilities were exceptionally developed compared to any other lady Derek had taught so far.

Diela had a freewheeling use of magic and an excellent artistic sense, Ellente had a developed sense of governance and leadership, and Drinis was an all-rounder with exceptional abilities in every field.

However, Sierne was lacking in all other fields, but her magical prowess was sharply outstanding.

Her innate talent was almost on par with Derek’s.

Therefore, she was the easiest person to teach magic to. Most of the sensory aspects were in sync with Derek.

“For example, let’s think about the flow of magic that Lady Sierne uses. Since you mainly use transformation magic, the incantation itself is not very long, and you naturally and smoothly transform the magic gathered at your fingertips into elements.”

The magic that rose from Derek’s arm wrapped around the surroundings, and soon, with the light flowing from the tip of his staff, a chill began to permeate the area.

– Whoosh!

As Derek released his magic and swung his staff, a loud voice echoed in his mind.

[ You have acquired the 3-star combat magic ‘Freeze’. ]

– Crackle! Crunch!

Thus, the floor of the training ground around Derek froze solid.

Sierne’s eyes widened greatly at the sight. Derek had mimicked the 3-star magic that Sierne had to wander the snowy fields for years to master, just by seeing it once.

There was no sign of strain on Derek’s face as he checked the flow of magic while rubbing his arm.

For Sierne, it was a magic that would leave her exhausted just by casting it once.

“What, what…?”

“It was roughly like this. The magic efficiency itself is not very good, but it seems not bad for subduing nearby enemies at once. If you increase the activation speed a bit more, it would be good for surprise attacks.”

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“Ha, ha, you copied it after seeing it once? That?”

“If you can fully grasp the magic system after seeing it once, the implementation itself can be done faster than you think.”

Derek dusted off his staff and trudged over, then lowered himself in front of Siern and spoke.

“In fact, it’s not that easy. If you are not born with the innate sense to feel magic, it is difficult. You will hardly meet anyone in your lifetime who can do this.”

“…”

“But, Lady Siern, you can do it.”

Noir’s blood engraved a curse-like instinct for slaughter in her, but it also gave her another gift. Magic.

Among the demon tribes, those who can utilize magic often have exceptional power.

Noir was probably one of the most extreme cases among such beings. If she inherited that power fully, Siern could reach a level in the field of magic that others would find hard to follow.

“I can’t assure you that Lady Siern will be the most outstanding person in every field. But in one field… I can assure you that she will be the most renowned in Ebelstein in the field of magic.”

“Really… can I really do that…?”

Derek nodded.

Siern Alaina Rochester would become the highest-ranking magician among Derek’s numerous disciples.

‘However, she might not get along well with Lady Drnis.’

Siern, who mainly deals with transformation magic, would not get along well with Drnis, who has exceptional talent in exploration magic.

However, Dielana Elente, who is awakening to combat magic, would struggle against Siern.

Anyway, if they meet in Ebelstein’s social circles, no one would be able to ignore Siern.

She is a bomb dropped in Ebelstein’s social circles. Once it becomes known that she is Derek’s disciple, it would make Derek the most sought-after teacher in the southwest.

Once she receives her title, all conditions to challenge the 4-star realm would be met.

It was an exciting thought, but there was still something left to resolve.

To completely control Siern’s instinct for slaughter.

“There is much to be done. But everything will be resolved soon.”

Derek looked into Siern’s eyes and spoke with a determined expression.

Seeing his confident look, Siern felt strangely at ease and nodded.

*

After receiving magic lessons from Derek, Siern would take basic etiquette or art lessons from Aiseline.

The schedule itself was not too tight, but Derek’s lessons were so hard that she was often exhausted when taking Aiseline’s lessons.

However, Aiseline’s lessons were more static than she thought, so her body did not get tired.

Above all, Aiseline had a strong tendency to embrace people, so spending time with her felt like healing her tired body and mind from following Derek’s curriculum.

“Aiseline sister…”

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“Yes! Lady Siern!”

Aiselin, who would brightly smile with a strangely ecstatic face when called “sister,” certainly seemed to enjoy having a younger woman lean on her.

Seeing such a reaction would soften Siern’s heart, and before she knew it, she found herself emotionally leaning on her quite a bit.

“Could you… tie my hair… please…?”

“Why wouldn’t I!”

Aiselin, who rolled up her sleeves and came to embrace Siern’s shoulders, had a way of making people dependent on her.

When embraced in her arms, Siern’s body would relax, and she would feel like entrusting everything to her.

As she was led by Aiselin’s energy and relaxed her body, she would occasionally recall the warm plains of the southwestern continent that she longed for.

She imagined the evergreen fields, the warm sunlight, and the pleasant breeze on the plains.

Surely, Ebelstein must be such a place. To Siern, Aiselin seemed like a personified version of that imagined landscape.

So, Siern would bask in a strange sense of happiness and return to her tower room as the late afternoon sky began to turn red.

Lying on a bed adorned with lace decorations, she would surrender herself to its soft comfort.

And as she quietly looked up at the ceiling, it felt as if everything she had learned throughout the day filled her mind. Compared to spending an empty day, her heart was filled with a sense of fulfillment.

She suddenly recalled the image of a white-haired wizard who had appeared like a disaster and stared intently at her.

The fear she initially felt still lingered, making her heart skip a beat occasionally, but upon reflection, it seemed that the boy had always acted for Siern’s sake.

Taking a step back and thinking about the past, it was always like that.

He was a man who did not hesitate to bear a bad reputation and did what he had to do.

His image of rolling up his sleeves and stepping forward without fear, even in life-threatening situations, was strongly imprinted in her mind.

Yet, when teaching magic, he was gentle and gentlemanly. The disparity was hard to adapt to, but over time, she realized that this was Derek’s true nature.

No matter how much she saw him, she couldn’t get used to him.

Therefore, the image of the boy was deeply imprinted in the heart of this adolescent girl.

‘Derek. Derek. What a peculiar name. Derek. De-er-ik.’

She rolled his name around in her mouth a few times and then let out a small laugh.

– ‘Don’t worry. I am stronger than Lady Siern.’

Strangely enough, seeing his always rational demeanor gave her a peculiar sense of reassurance that he would somehow resolve any situation.

She closed her eyes and imagined the warm plains of Ebelstein that she had always envisioned on the cold snowy field.

Holding tightly onto his collar and following him, she imagined that she could someday walk in the middle of that plain.

However, the occasional memories of slaughter would suddenly bring her back to reality.

The faint scent of blood lingering on her nose whenever she was about to forget.

“…”

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Once again, Siern, who had fallen into a pessimistic mood, quietly murmured.

“They said… I was a popular teacher in Ebelstein.”

Although Melverot had called him separately to stay at the Rochester mansion, he would eventually return to Ebelstein.

He was the most prestigious magic teacher coveted by Duplain, Belmiard, and Beltus.

Moreover, to Derrick, Siern was just one of many students.

In fact, ancient figures like Dielana Elente and Drnis all claimed to be his disciples. Even if Siern was added to that list, she would not hold any special significance.

If Derrick were to return to Ebelstein, it was obvious that each family would start to exert their power to recruit him again.

They could learn magic from anyone, not necessarily Derrick. However, for Siern, there was no one else but a man like Derrick who could handle her.

“…”

– Swoosh

In a corner of the sunset spire, Siern quietly raised her upper body and lowered her head.

A strand of white hair was falling along her forehead.

‘If it’s Derrick, could he change me…’

In a corner of the heart of a girl going through a stormy period, an emotion she had never experienced before coiled up.

It was called ‘possessiveness.’

Siern wanted to monopolize the teacher named Derrick.