The Return of the Female Knight

CHAPTER 17

Before long, the tea party lunch day had arrived. Since it was a charity event, Marchioness Marissa Holland kept it relatively simple, not extravagant.

However, the attendees who attended the tea party were not ordinary guests at all. Like ought. Marissa was a prominent member of the upper class society in the south, and although the event was only a small tea party, no one invited would refuse.

As the tea-party clock approached, extraordinary carriages began to flow into the Dutch lands. None of those present treated the event casually and everyone was dressed nicely. The high society was a small group, but it was still a battlefield.

The tables and chairs outside were neatly arranged in the shade of the spacious garden, inside which was a tree that Holland was proud of for centuries. Guests, one by one, began to flock here under the guidance of the servants as Marissa greeted them.

“I've heard rumors about this tree. That's old-fashioned, isn't it? That's amazing, Madam. "

"I'm flattered. I thought you couldn't attend today because you catch a cold, but thank you for coming to see me. ”

"Not everything. My wife invited me to come with her and I couldn't turn her down. ”

Being a pillar of high society, where real power is located, is not a position that can only be obtained by looking beautiful or having a high position. Of course, both conditions were necessary to some extent, but it was not a title that anyone could possess. Marissa was now over forty years old, and although she was relatively attractive, she was not pretty enough. Marissa's main reason for dominating southern society was her dignity. Her extraordinary leadership and wisdom about what is right and wrong made her what she is today, and many women began to follow suit. Conversations around the southern social elite flowed around him smoothly.

As the time drew near for the party, most of the people who had arrived earlier were chatting. Until then, Helen pretended to look around the park and waited until almost everyone had gathered. Only after glancing for a moment did he determine it was time to move to the scene.

Helen, Marquis Selby's only daughter, is one of the three most beautiful women in the region, with her dark blonde hair that breaks down like honey and smooth, flawless skin. She also has cat-like brown eyes that match her perfectly heart-shaped lips. That is her trademark, and when she wears red lipstick she will smell the tissue to make a beautiful heart shape. Her dress became a priority job for this party, a dark green color that matched the color of the garden. The unique color dresses and designs are so ingenious that it will catch the attention of anyone.

Helen made sure she came in later than the others and was naturally in the limelight. As the saying goes, "The main character always appears at the end," the eyes that focus on him are the ones he's been waiting for.

As expected, the few young people who had gathered started whispering and pointing at Helen. He could not hear what they were saying but he could imagine their admiration.

Where did she get that dress? Is this my first time seeing such a gem? All of those must be words of praise for him. Helen could easily read the jealousy they knew on their faces. Walking through the crowd, Helen approached Marissa.

“Thank you for the invitation. The garden is as beautiful as your graceful figure. ”

He gave me a lot of compliments. Each action is carefully calculated. As Helen had planned, Marissa spoke to him in a soft voice.

“Thank you for your words. You are always beautiful, but today you are shining. ”

Helen's face was flushed with shame. He looked so humble on the surface in the eyes of the other women. She had a good pedigree as the daughter of Marquis Selby, and she had a beautiful appearance. Along with her polite personality, Helen was an ideal noble. Helen smiled like the main character in a story as she enjoyed everyone's attention.

Tpp, tpp–

The feet move towards them. Helen, who felt she had reached her goal, was elated and indifferent to everything else.

However, he soon realized that the eyes staring at him were moving elsewhere. Helen turned her head in the direction the crowd saw.

"…Well."

His mouth opened without him noticing. There were two beautiful young women walking into the garden, their pure golden hair flowing in a gentle breeze. One was a tall adult woman and the other was still a girl. Both attract attention with their beauty, but most fall for older women. Long blond hair, freshly fallen snow-like skin, and jewel-drenched red eyes. There were no ornaments on her slender, long neck, and the white and green dress looked tacky to Helen. In short, everything is outdated. The problem is …

Everyone is dazed. Just like the praise Marissa had given Helen, Elena also seemed to shine. Helen knew very well who had suddenly appeared. A woman who always brings attention to herself in times like these.

It was Elena, the eldest daughter of House Blaise.

Helen's eyes turned towards Mirabelle, who was affectionately holding hands with her older sister. Although Helen did not remember her face well, she was able to recognize it without too much effort. Mirabelle did not have the same intense gaze as Elena's red eyes, but anyone could tell that she was her sister with blonde hair and facial features.

After being momentarily distracted by the two sisters, Helen hurriedly came to herself and looked around. Everyone stared at them with an enchanted expression.

Helen clenched her hand. His well-groomed nails pierced through his palms, but he felt no pain. Helen's eyes started to light up as she stared intently at Elena.

'… I was robbed again.'

Always like this. When Elena appeared, Helen looked like a firefly in front of the sun. It was all the more comparable since they both had blonde hair. Elena's hair was as golden as if bathed in the sun, while Helen's hair was as dull and closer to light brown.

He felt the urge to grab a cup of hot tea and threw it into Elena's face. He's gonna destroy it somehow. He would do anything to get rid of it completely.