The Author And Her Protagonist

The maid’s eyes widened.

The maidservant girl, who was only in her teens, burst into tears when she saw the Marquess’ savage expression and the strong clamp around her neck. Her heart was filled with horror. Only then did she understand what true terror was.

Her guts appeared to be as small as her body.

She turned to Yvette and begged for assistance.

Yvette noticed the maid’s signal. Despite her fear at Edgar’s reaction, the Princess, known as the most beautiful woman in Zizvania, stepped forward and interceded gracefully.

“Allow her to go, Marquess. Allow her to clarify her words so that we can all decide whether or not this is true.”

“Yes, the third princess is correct.”

No one knows who responded, but many others agreed and supported Yvette.

Edgar let go of his grip without saying anything.

The maid’s body collapsed to the ground, her forehead slamming into the ground, leaving a bloody red bruise. Her gaze met the Marquess of Northland’s two pitch-black irises as she looked up.

The man’s vibrations made the waiter weak to the bone. She fell, almost kissing the leather shoes of Edgar Baldwin.

The third princess, who stood to the side, was unconcerned about how the little maid felt. She urged impatiently with her fingers.

“Tell me who you see now. Explain it clearly so that everyone can hear it.” Yvette’s instructions.

The little maid mustered the courage to say, “I saw the Crown Prince and the Marchioness doing something indecent in the rest room.”

Because it is so clear, it is impossible for anyone not to understand this sentence. Even said it a second time.

The nobles were all adults who knew what that meant. As a result, mocking whispers began to echo from one person to the next, filling the entire Zizvania Palace banquet hall.

Edgar became immobile. The man exuded an extremely gloomy aura against the backdrop of the nobles occasionally pointing fingers at him. His expression was cold, and it was difficult to tell what he was thinking.

Elena was drawn to Edgar’s glum expression. The beautiful woman, who had also been very close to Edgar, realised that the man was now suppressing his rage.

Elena realised what was going on as soon as the little maid told everyone what she had seen.

“I see,” Elena said, half mumbling. She then drank a sip of the champagne she was holding. The drink’s movement is so graceful. She looked like a real high-class aristocrat as a result of what she had learned over the years, rather than a woman from a brothel.

“‘I see.’ What does this imply?” Elena choked on the low voice of a man who appeared from behind her.

“El Nix, Sir!” Elena let out a weak shriek in between coughs, her face half-sulking.

This master enjoys surprising others on occasion.

Xander gave a faint smile. Xander El Nix said casually, while looking at the woman’s face, which was now as red as the dress she was wearing.

“I hope you don’t do anything unnecessary.”

The sentences are short, and the tone is laid-back. Elena, on the other hand, could clearly hear the threat lurking behind it.

“Elena is aware.”

“Good.”

Xander backed away, slipping away somewhere, satisfied with Elena’s obedience.

As Edgar fell silent, the mocking whispers grew louder. They assumed the normally arrogant Marquess was stunned by the news and began mocking him.

A noblewoman with the title Countess, who was well-known for her fondness for gossip, spoke up.

“Then why don’t we all go over there and see if what this maid said is true or not,” her words were unmistakably loud, drawing people’s attention.

“After all, it concerns the Crown Prince and the Marchioness’s reputation,” she continued. “If we don’t act quickly, I’m afraid we won’t be able to prove the two of them’s innocence.”

The rest of the audience quickly agreed.

Feeling encouraged, the Countess approached Yvette.

“Isn’t the Marchioness also a Princess? She also carried the royal family’s honour on her shoulders. Rumors like this should not be tolerated; we need to make things clear so that they are not misunderstood.”

“I agree with the Countess,” Yvette nodded, “but I’m afraid the Marquess will object.”

Yvette seemed to imply that no matter what, Edgar would cover up his wife’s disgrace.

They mocked them more and more, saying that the venerable Marquess had such a bad luck that his wife had cheated on him only months after the wedding. These people are unaware that their accusations are completely unfounded.

According to the Countess, “The Marquess should also come. You don’t want the Marchioness’ reputation harmed as a result of this, do you?”

To Edgar’s chagrin, the people around him squeaked in an obnoxious manner. “Show me the way,” he yelled at the maid beneath his feet.

Edgar’s cold short order was like a shot of energy to the maid. She immediately stood up and began directing.

“Please follow me,” she requested.

The maid’s abrupt change in demeanour was unexpected, but no one noticed except Edgar, who was standing directly in front of her.

Yvette led the way, followed by Edgar and a large group of socialites. Elena crept up behind the other noble ladies.

Apart from Edgar, everyone was ecstatic about seeing the show. With so many people banding together to “catch cheating spouses,” it’s difficult to imagine what would happen if the person in question was actually caught on the spot.

They all arrived at the room’s ornate golden door. Nobody intended to admire a famous sculptor’s carvings. What everyone cared about now was what was going on behind that door.

The little maid pushed the door wide open. Who would have guessed that she, who appeared thin and frail, could muster the strength to open this massive and sturdy door?

The view inside the room was revealed as soon as the door was fully opened. The colour of the black coat and green dress worn by someone struggling ambiguously on the bed, in stark contrast to the room’s pure white atmosphere.

The group of nobles who followed in saw the blankets falling apart on the bed. They were all squealing.

“What exactly is this? What a disgrace! Immorality!” someone said.

The sudden arrival of this group surprised the two people on the bed. They scurried for the blankets and hid from the judgmental stares that were directed at them.

As a result of this, the atmosphere is becoming more crowded. Even the gossip-loving Countess had lost interest in etiquette. The noblewoman in her forties was rushing towards the bed, shouting words that were painful to hear.

While screaming, the Countess yanked the thick blanket covering the two fornicating couples with a ferocious movement.

“What are you doing, Marchioness and Crown Prince?!?” The Countess’ naturally high-pitched voice became even more pronounced.

Yvette’s smile widened as she heard the Countess scream. She raised her silk handkerchief to partially conceal the poisonous smile that had spread across her beautiful face.

The Princess cast a glance at Edgar, who was standing nearby, then quickly threw away a smile and changed her facial expression.

“Marquess, please accept my apologies for my fifth sister’s error. It’s not what you think it is. Please don’t despise her solely because of this.” Yvette wiped her eyes and spoke in a pitiful tone.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her words seemed to confirm that the person rolling around on the bed was indeed Cheryl. On the surface, Yvette apologised to her sister, but the meaning was quite the opposite.

Coldly, Edgar snorted. Before he could respond to Yvette’s words, the gossiping Countess let out another scream.

“Ah, why you two?”

The Countess took a few steps back, her face expressionless. Her index finger was pointing to the person on the bed. She must have simply noticed who was in the bed.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the Countess’ reaction. Those who were watching were enthralled once more.

“What’s the problem? Why is the Countess perplexed? Aren’t the people over there clearly the Crown Prince and Marchioness?”

“Reduce your volume. Consider the situation. Don’t say anything carelessly. If your initial guess is incorrect and you continue to mock the Marchioness, prepare to face the wrath of the Marquess of Northland!”

The initial accusations are now being denied in whispers. When she heard that, Yvette froze. She took a step forward, as if in disbelief, and took a seat behind the Countess.

Because this position is much closer to the door, the view will be much clearer. Yvette noticed that the person on the bed was not Eugene or Cheryl, but rather someone else.

Rather, one was the Countess’s eldest son, and the other was the fourth Princess, Marie Rowe.

The man’s clothes were a mess, as was Marie’s green dress, which revealed her tanned skin with hints of red. She sat there, hugging her chest, her breasts hidden. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were cloudy.

Marie trembled in fear, as if she had been caught stealing. Her lips parted slightly as she called to her sister.

“The royal sister… What exactly is going on? What am I doing here?”

Yvette frowned, disgusted by Marie’s stupidity.

Yvette couldn’t show her disdain for this sister no matter how hard she tried. She decided to expel the group of nobles who were standing around casually after a brief thought.

Yvette turned to face the audience, her face filled with hatred.

“There appears to be a misunderstanding here. Please, everyone, return to the hall and leave me alone to deal with this.”

The Countess, who had been in shock, began to recover as well. She repeated Yvette’s words to the audience while shooting a piercing glare at the only son she was proud of.

“What the third princess said is true; please allow the others to make way for us to finish-”

“Impossible! In Zizvania, it is the law to try couples for adultery on the spot. Don’t you think the sooner the better?”

Someone in the audience mercilessly cut the Countess’ words.