“Young men!
Polish your armor; we’re about to arrive at Centralis.”
“Especially you unmarried bachelors, hey!
Polish your armor carefully; maybe your other half is in the welcoming crowd!”
The seasoned knights loudly ‘shared their wisdom’ with the knights beside them.
“Commander, can we really find a girl this way?”
An old hand in the Order of Knights chuckled, “Silly boy, half the knights in our order found their wives this way!”
A few single knights immediately polished their armor to a shine.
Perhaps eager to get home, everyone unconsciously sped up.
Until the hooves stepped through the gates of Centralis.
The citizens welcomed them warmly as always.
But, ten minutes later.
The senior knights in the group began to frown.
“Lance…
is it just me, or do the girls’ gazes seem strange?”
Lance’s brow furrowed as well, “It doesn’t seem like it; I feel like their stares become scarier when you get closer?”
Locke slowed his horse and came closer.
Then they heard a group of young girls scream from the crowd, “Ahhhhh!!
It’s real!!!
Ahhh!
I’m dying!”
Locke’s warhorse was almost startled.
With quick reflexes, Lance helped pull the reins.
Locke, startled by the girls, came back to his senses and punched Lance’s arm, “Thanks, brother.”
Then, the girls in the crowd ‘exploded.’
“Ahhhhhhh——!”
“Ahh!
Lance and Locke are real!
They’re real!!”
Even more exaggerated, a few young girls rolled their eyes, their cheeks flushed with a strange red, and fainted on the spot.
Lance & Locke: “…”
The young knights who had just been ‘advised’ before entering the city exchanged a knowing glance.
The seniors weren’t lying!!
So, they subconsciously straightened their backs, imitated the seniors’ serious expressions, but their eyes continuously searched the crowd for a girl they fancied.
The Duke hurried back to Kostanyn and didn’t see his wife come out to greet him.
“Conrad.”
The loyal butler stepped out from the line of servants welcoming him.
“Where is the Duchess?”
Conrad took a deep breath, “Trust me, you won’t want to know.”
Artor Coldcrest: “?”
Five minutes later, Artor Coldcrest rode his warhorse, still clad in armor, speeding out of Kostanyn.
Accompanied by several Follower Knights.
Thirty minutes later, Artor Coldcrest dismounted expressionlessly in front of the Central Theater and walked in without a word.
Forty-five minutes later, the Duke of Coldcrest and his Follower Knights stood with pale faces.
Forty-six minutes later, the Duke of Coldcrest stared at the ‘Duke’ passionately kissing the ‘Great Knight Commander’ on stage, a cruel smile slowly curling up his lips.
The accompanying Follower Knights shivered collectively.
“For me,” Artor Coldcrest used all his upbringing not to swear, “raid, this, place!”
…
Ellie Miller was carried all the way back to Kostanyn.
She was baffled.
Until the Duke kicked open the bedroom door, tossing her onto the soft bed, she snapped back to reality.
Artor Coldcrest stood by the bed, his finger pointing at Ellie Miller several times but not uttering a word.
“Wait until I get back.” The Duke finally squeezed out a sentence, then left Ellie’s bedroom with a dark face.
Outside, there were sounds of ‘clanging and crashing,’ like the valuables in the hallway were being ruthlessly ‘destroyed.’
Ellie Miller was late to understand, scared until her scalp felt like it was about to explode!
Weren’t the Knights supposed to return in early December??
It’s only November 29th today!!
Originally agreed with the theater owner that this would be the last ‘pure love opera,’ and from December, it would be normal operas.
Ahhh!
It’s going to be the death of me!
Remembering the way the man looked earlier, Ellie Miller shivered ‘from her heart.’
Then decisively——she took refuge in the [Alchemy House].
As for the poor Mr.
Melt Whelan, she could only say with pained sympathy: better him than me!
God of The Radiance bless the poor boss, this time for real, bless him, good people should have peace in their lives…
Um, indeed recently indulged in shipping CP and can’t extricate herself.
Ahem, she definitely wasn’t self-reflecting so deeply just to be prudent.
Do girls committing to sweet fantasy have a crime?
Of course not!
She…
hopes all the other wives are doing well…
Uh, her conscience really hurts.
Thus, relying on some snacks she moved in earlier, Ellie Miller squatted in the Alchemy House for three days straight.
Only then, she hesitantly stepped out to ‘probe’.
The bedroom was bright.
Ellie Miller nervously looked around, not seeing the figure of a certain Duke.
Guessing that someone should be dealing with Order of Knights’ matters at this time, Ellie let out a big sigh of relief.
Decided, to sneak into the North Kitchen and eat something good.
Three days straight eating the Elf’s Evison Yellow Cream Cookies, she was about to eat until she vomited.
However, as soon as she opened the door, the handsome Duke, like a leopard waiting for prey, sat in the chair in the middle of the hallway, raised his eyelids, and looked at Ellie quietly.
Ellie: “…” Is it necessary?
Really, is it necessary?
The man looked at her, chuckled softly, “Heh, three days.”
Ellie: “…”
Artor Coldcrest waved the parchment in his hand, “Apparently, during the time I was away at war, you lived ‘quite happily’ with the Knight’s wives.”
Ellie glimpsed, that it was the most popular literary work among the wives, The Arrogant Duke’s Runaway Knight.
Its popularity was due to the entire book being hot 18X.
‘Ah Wei’ might die, might be killed by the Duke.
The Duke retracted his hand, said indifferently, “Joanna.”
Outside the door, Joanna limped in.
Ellie’s timidity instantly vanished, she almost pounced on Artor Coldcrest, ready to fight him, “Are you a man!?
You actually hit a woman…”
Before she could curse out all the swears in her belly, Joanna, whose face was beet red, hugged her and covered her mouth.
“Mmm mmm mmm!!!” Ellie struggled desperately, then she saw a huge pink ‘bubble’ pop out above Joanna’s head.
[Ahhhh!
So embarrassing!
How do I explain this to the Duchess??
Edward saw the notebook I wrote about him and Knight Lance…and, he, he used all those scenes I wrote on me!!!]
Ellie: “…………”
The Duke smiled coldly, “Continue, how about me?”
Joanna shivered, nervously released her hand, but desperately gave Ellie a look.
Ellie cleared her throat, “I mean, uh, really, long time no see, congratulations on your victory, defeating them again beautifully!”
Duke: “…”
Joanna: “…”
The Duke stared at Ellie’s pretty face for a long time without saying a word.
“There’s a Fernan Knight Ball game today, let’s go watch together.”
Artor Coldcrest did not give Ellie a chance to refuse.
The knights were all in their gear on the green field in front of the castle, mounted their warhorses, several of them waved their Hitting Hammer absent-mindedly.
Today’s match was somewhat ‘special’.
The wives were invited to sit in the audience, anxiously watching the knights on the field.
These ‘spectators’ were all members of the ‘literary exchange club’.
As the Duke seated together with the Duchess, the whistle blew on the field.
The intense Fernan Knight Ball match began!
Just saw Knight Lance clamp his horse’s belly, rise with his Hitting Hammer, directly knocking Locke, who attempted to steal the ball, off his horse.
“Ah—!” A slight screech echoed from the audience.
Locke’s wife stood up with red eyes.
Ellie’s heart was filled with an ominous premonition.
Lance’s wife apologetically tried to hold Locke’s wife’s hand, only to be heavily pushed away.
Ellie: “…”
She seemed to hear the ‘rumbling’ collapse sound.
What noise was it?
Oh, it was Lance and Locke’s CP, it ended badly.
Simultaneously ended were the small boats of friendship between the wives of two knights.
Sitting in the audience, Ellie’s pupils quaked.
The Duke propped his chin with one hand, mood turned from gloomy to bright, admired Ellie’s current expression, ‘gently’ said:
“Enjoy it.
Today’s match is specially dedicated to you all.”
The knights on the field went mad.
They weren’t playing the ball, but beating each other!
Lance hit Locke.
Locke hit Ponson, Ponson hit Lance…
Rumble, the ladies in the stands one by one shed tears of despair.
Their ship, all sunk,