Mrs. Burton "stormed" back home, leaving the living room in an awkward silence.
Ellie Miller looked speechlessly at the group of ladies, genuinely puzzled by what they were up to.
"I mean, if you're so afraid of me, why come here to suffer?" She thought and asked aloud.
"Because my husband drew lots. Knights who drew the red lot, their wives have to accompany you today in Kostanyn." A lady answered the question frankly.
Ladies: "...…"
Ellie Miller watched a group of delicate ladies' faces turn pale, once again giving her a direct understanding of "her own reputation."
"Ahahaha! Lily is getting better at joking, hahaha! No such thing! You are really humorous!"
Ellie Miller glanced at the lady trying to smooth things over, who immediately shook like a quail, with "Aah aah aah" bubbles popping over her head.
Like a squeaky chicken.
And the lady named Lily blinked her big, bewildered eyes, "No, I wasn't joking, George told me like that."
"He also apologized to me, Vice-Captain Balk led the draw, and got the [red lot], which is why Mrs. Burton came, isn't it?"
The lady trying to smooth things over almost fainted.
Luckily, cheers from outside came, rescuing the group of anxious ladies.
The ladies swarmed to the window, eagerly peering outside.
Ellie Miller thought, even if the knights were eating dung outside, these ladies would still praise their actions as a flower to escape the deathly atmosphere of the receiving room.
"Oh——!"
Another wave of thunderous cheers, even Ellie Miller turned to look out the window this time.
On the sun-drenched lawn, men rode warhorses bare-chested, swinging long-handled hitting hammers.
Three or four horses crowded together, bumping into each other, with the men riding them scrambling for a flying magic ball.
Seeing this, Ellie's memories were stirred. The Fernan Knight Ball game is very popular among the aristocrats.
Its popularity seemed as intense as the World Cup in Ellie's previous life.
The handsome black-haired, blue-eyed Duke struck a graceful hit, and the magic ball drew a perfect "S" curve in the air, bypassed the intercepting knights, and splendidly passed through the goal.
The watching knights blew whistles in succession.
The ladies all flushed, their hearts captivated by that stunning hit.
With abs gleaming in the dazzling sunlight, The Coldcrest Knights were all good-looking and strapping men, making the ladies' faces blush more and more.
"Locke! Go for it! Score!" a lady couldn't help but cheer for her husband on the field.
"Lear! Don't lose! If you lose, don't come to my room tonight!"
The ladies shouted one after another, swinging their little fans.
Ellie Miller watched their heads, intrigued.
[Wow! Is Wilson's abs more attractive than my husband's??]
[Lance truly deserves the title "The Stallion Waist," darn it! I'm a bit envious of Bell!]
[Ahhh! The Duke is so handsome!! Ahhh!]
[Darn it! I'm a bit jealous of the Duchess, why can she wake up to that face every day??]
Ellie Miller: ...
"Ladies," as soon as this voice sounded, it made the ladies cheering the men shudder collectively.
Lily tilted her head slightly, "Ladies, why don't you watch the Duke?"
The ladies watching the men play ball stiffened and slowly turned their heads.
Indeed, they saw "The Mad Lady" looking at them with a cryptic smile.
No more fun to watch, Ellie Miller withdrew her gaze and just casually glanced outside.
Just right, the Duke made another hit, sending the magic ball into the opponent's goal from across half the field.
The knights' cheering was thunderous, and even from the castle's second floor, it felt like their blood was surging.
Under the sunlight, sweat slid across the pale chest muscles, dripping onto the clearly defined abs. Although every knight was a handsome man, Artor Coldcrest's face was particularly remarkable among them.
The kind, that even in a vast sea of people, one casual glance could make a woman's heart skip and recklessly run toward love in a heartbeat.
Ellie Miller said, "Probably because he has the kind of face that could betray me anytime."
Whether it was so-called 'Mind Sensing' or not,
The Duke on the field suddenly looked up, his sharp eagle-like blue eyes directly meeting Ellie's, slightly squinting.
Ellie's words successfully made the ladies present "break down." They truly couldn't stand such an "enjoyable afternoon tea time" anymore, one after another pretending to feel unwell, rising and leaving early.
Seeing everyone suddenly leaving, Lily mimicked them as well.
Before leaving, this lively character dared to speak to Ellie Miller, "Lady, I think you're different from the rumors."
Ellie Miller looked at the petite woman with freckles on her nose, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Lily waved and hopped away like a little bird.
With some unexpected alone time, Ellie Miller seized the chance before her Personal Maid arrived, reversed the lock on the small reception room's door.
After locking the door, Ellie Miller turned the Golden Ring on her finger. The surrounding space distorted, an ancient carved door manifested out of thin air.
She reached out and pushed the door, stepping inside.
A door apart, two worlds.
Entering the Alchemy House space, Ellie felt her entire body relax.
On the lush grassland, there stood a stone-built two-story building, the center of this space — the Alchemy House.
Ellie Miller bypassed the Alchemy House, heading straight to The Rear Garden.
The moment she entered The Rear Garden, Ellie was stunned.
[Because the Campbell Black Market shop was burned down, your Evil Reputation suffered a major blow, dropping to 0 points.]
[Your current Evil Reputation is "0"]
[Your current Good Reputation is "0"]
[The Rear Garden has grown only a small amount of "Magical Plants."]
[Please harvest them before sunset to prevent the "Magical Plants" from dying.]
When her Evil Reputation was 76, she could harvest over 50 pieces of "Magical Plants" for making alchemy potions daily.
But today, she combed through the entire Rear Garden and only found 1 "Water Flower" and 1 "Terra Root."
From a little rich lady to be beaten back to the poor class, what is needed?
Answer: Just a dog man named Artor Coldcrest!
Ellie Miller clutched her only two "Magical Plants," thinking back to when she despised a 76 Evil Reputation…
Damn it!
Ellie Miller was so angry she was gasping.
She had to think of a way to get rid of Artor Coldcrest!