Noble Lady Reformation Guide - Chapter 232

To explain Rozelyn's wretched state, we must return to when she first set foot in Lavender Dormitory.

Lady Sieren of the Rocheste family was known as a mysterious figure dwelling within Lavender Hall. Her face was only seen during Amarilis House academic events, representative meetings, or when Count Ravenclaw appeared at the academy... From afar, her appearance was said to resemble the snowfields of the northern Rocheste territory transplanted whole.

The Lavender Dormitory she led was an elite minority even within Amarilis House, its internal structure and culture shrouded in mystery. This was hardly surprising—Lady Sieren had accepted only four students into Lavender Dormitory thus far.

The youngest 3-Star mage of the Ravenclaw School, now aiming for the 4-Star realm—a monster among monsters. Merely earning her recognition was proof enough of extraordinary talent. Thus, students bearing that purple banner considered it their greatest honor to walk the academy grounds.

And into this place suddenly flew an enigmatic transfer student.

A direct order from Count Ravenclaw himself: to admit Lady Rona of House Helgast into Lavender Dormitory.

No illustrious backing, no outstanding magical prowess—just an insertion into this most elite residence of Amarilis House by higher authority alone. That Count Ravenclaw personally intervened suggested special circumstances.

Even the elitist Lavender students assumed Lady Rona must possess at least near-3-Star magical ability.

"..."

Yet the demure figure standing in Lavender Dormitory's head office couldn't even properly handle 1st Grade Magic, let alone 3-Star spells.

Sieren repeatedly scanned"Lady Rona"with detection magic taught by Derek, but detected strangely faint magical traces. Even nobles with minimal talent usually showed some innate capability.

Lady Sieren composed herself, smoothing her hair several times.

'I thought someone Derek personally recommended would show exceptional qualities... but I can't sense even a fragment of talent.'

Sieren cared nothing for dormitory management. Her sparse admissions stemmed not from elitist principles but sheer inconvenience. She remained at Ravenclaw Academy solely to learn magic from Derek—noble socializing and status meant nothing to her.

Her reclusive reputation and Lavender's elite image were accidental creations. She simply preferred wandering vegetation or sightseeing in Evelstein's noble district over academy affairs.

"Lady Rona... of House Helgast."

"Yes, that's correct. What an honor to meet Lady Sieren of House Rocheste like this."

Meanwhile, Rozelyn disguised as"Lady Rona"seemed oddly delighted. Naturally so—born with imperial blood and raised as Gremfort Palace's treasure, this was her first experience assuming a completely different identity despite her political exile.

Playing an obscure baron's daughter interacting with southwestern nobles was a rare opportunity. Thus she wore ill-fitting horn-rimmed glasses, hair dyed overnight by maids, with eyes magically altered by Riddle Hall's transformation mages—consciously maintaining a studious, benign expression.

Those familiar with her usual arrogant imperial demeanor would gasp at the transformation.

'I see... so this is the so-called"undercover prodigy"trope from those romance novels popular in Radhel and Evelstein's noble districts.'

Concealing power was strangely exhilarating. Beyond the thrill of deviating from her lofty status, imagining future revelations when displaying her true authority gave her a peculiar satisfaction.

Such deception fed some fundamental psychological need for recognition.

Given the circumstances... experiencing lower nobility's lifestyle as an underdog wasn't bad either.

As Rozelyn cleared her throat with these thoughts—

"I don't know what Derek was thinking placing you in Lavender, but you show no magical talent, undistinguished lineage, and unremarkable sociability."

"..."

"Let's be blunt. Lavender has no strict rules or demands. Spend time as you please, practice magic, and transfer out if you fall behind."

Sieren neither used honorifics for Count Ravenclaw nor showed particular enthusiasm.

Rozelyn had heard rumors—Count Ravenclaw doted on direct disciples. Though cold-blooded, he demanded no formalities from them. Even Empress Rozelyn addressed him respectfully, making this treatment extraordinary.

"Still, why not practice 1st Grade Magic? Most noble daughters master it before coming-of-age ceremonies."

Sieren rested her chin, eyeing Rozelyn dispassionately. As someone striving for 4th-Class, a magicless novice seemed mere riffraff.

And Sieren wasn't kind to such people. Her legendary beating of the unruly Tricia in the dueling grounds remained infamous—though deserved, rumors exaggerated.

'Ah, so this is seniority hazing.'

Conversely, Rozelyn felt oddly excited. This dramatic scenario—a mysterious transfer student storming Lavender's gates, humiliated by its elite leader—felt refreshing.

While Ravenclaw's direct disciples were exceptional, they weren't above human pettiness. All societies had similarities.

"I-I'm sorry. My constitution makes learning magic difficult. I must seem worthless to someone like Lady Sieren."

"Good you know."

"B-but... I'd love to grow closer. Everyone speaks so highly of Lady Sieren of House Rocheste..."

"Highly? You clearly don't know me."

Sneering, Sieren studied"Rona."

"Mention my name in northern Rocheste lands, and people flee terrified of being murdered."

"..."

"Bloodstained snowfield wanderer rumors... think they're exaggerations?"

"Well, the Lady Sieren before me is beautiful and dignified."

"Truthfully? Not exaggerations. Stay alive by behaving."

The northern Rocheste snowfield beast—a legend few southwestern nobles hadn't heard.

"No bluster, no joke."

No threat intended—just facts stated plainly.

Watching Sieren indifferently review Derek's assignments, Rozelyn felt competitive flames ignite within.

"I thought Lady Sieren had returned—it's Lord Ravenclaw. You startled me."

"So... you're posing as Lady Sieren's attendant?"

"When have I ever done such things? Plus, as Melberot's beloved daughter from northern Rocheste, she's a long-term asset."

"...Your Majesty Rozelyn. Even so... cleaning Lady Sieren's room..."

"Why stop at cleaning? I actively greet her at Amarilis House, cling to her, solve her inconveniences, and chatter about trifles. Is this how Aiselin's followers felt?"

"...How did Lady Sieren react?"

"Scowling like I'm a deathly nuisance. A refreshing response—at Gremfort Palace, mere eye contact made people fret over my comfort."

Unintentionally, Empress Rozelyn seemed to thoroughly enjoy academy life.

"Beyond that, I feel gazes during lectures—not at an unapproachable figure, but an enigmatic transfer student. Being in this position for the first time makes me more secretive."

"...I didn't know you'd enjoy this."

"Enjoy? Impudence. Remember I'm an exiled imperial caught in Gremfort's political storms."

"Ah... yes..."

In Lady Sieren's private Lavender quarters, Rozelyn diligently polished teacups, blowing on a teapot with enthusiasm.

She was the empire's newly coronated empress.

"..."

Unsure how to process this, Derek sat silently on a rose-ornamented chair. He saw no reason to stop her if she was happy.

"Lady Sieren's like a temperamental kitten—creating distance when approached, yet unable to outright refuse. Charming. She must feel conflicted—wanting to push away yet not entirely disliking proximity."

"..."

"Why that complicated expression? Objecting to my hobby? You placed me in Lavender."

"Ah, yes. No objections."

For a lifelong imperial, carefree academy life with noble peers seemed enjoyable. But certain matters needed addressing.

"Your Majesty. You can't abandon Gremfort Palace forever."

"...I know."

Derek rested his chin.

"Kochella's ultimate goal is reaching the 7-Star Realm. Damon's is surviving Gremfort Palace by understanding everything."

"..."

"When one eliminates the other, the survivor becomes our opponent. Neither will be easy to handle."

Derek placed a political report on the table.

"I'll update you on palace developments. Meanwhile, I must meet 6-Star mages—Kochella's movements are suspicious."

"Fine. I'll enjoy academy life—no, maintain safety in seclusion."

"...Your Majesty. Don't overindulge. Some dorm leaders—my direct disciples—lack common sense."

If only they were all as sensible as Elente or Denis. But Derek's disciples had eccentric tendencies—he feared they might disrespect the empress.

He could only hope Aiselin maintained order, though controlling everyone was impossible.

"Don't worry. As an undercover identity, some discourtesy is expected. I'm simply enjoying my role as Ravenclaw Academy's mysterious transfer student."

"Ah, yes..."

Rozelyn must be exhausted. Hoping she'd enjoy peaceful respite, Derek rose.

"By the way, Lord Ravenclaw."

"Yes?"

"Do you know Lady Sieren's preferred teas or sweets?"

"..."

Her pet project seemed to be melting Sieren's heart. After enchanting two 6-Star mages, now the empress too.

Lady Sieren Aleina Rocheste... possessed an uncanny charm for extraordinary figures.

Truly a demonic maiden.

"Derek... that Rona you placed in Lavender... is weird..."

"..."

"I deliberately act annoyed, yet she keeps clinging proudly. Why this obsession?"

"Lady Sieren... you should treat her well... Regardless of background or magic... just... trust me..."

"...Why? Specifically?"

"...Complicated to explain. Please... try your best... Sincere advice..."

"...If Derek asks, I'll try... but..."

Sieren shuddered inexplicably.

"Feels ominous..."

"..."

Who else commanded an empress as an attendant? Though terrified, Derek could only hope Sieren maintained basic decorum.

The priority was Kochella and Damon. Subduing them would stabilize politics and pave Derek's path to 6th-Class.

Harboring Rozelyn—the imperial faction's leader—at Ravenclaw Academy offered future advantages worth noting.

"...She annoyed me so I scheduled a duel to knock sense into her."

"...What?"

"Worked on Tricia..."

".........Cancel it. Now. Let's go to the main building."

Clearly, many matters required attention.