Chapter 179

Chapter 179

In this era, some treated alchemically made special paints as fakes. Even Violet, who didnt have much experience or knowledge in the contemporary art world, knew that fact.

With such an atmosphere, someone would undoubtedly criticize or say something about these alchemical paints. However, she didnt need to concern herself. Times are bound to change.

Wow. Wow

Mary marveled continuously. Watching Mary like that, Violet suddenly asked,

Do you want to try painting too?

What?! Me!?

In response to Violets question, Mary jumped. Her voice, saying, How could I! clearly carried curiosity.

Whats the harm? There are leftover materials.

But

Dont you want to give a handkerchief to someone?

Well Can I really try?

Of course.

Unable to resist Violets persuasion, Mary sneakily glanced at the paint. She figured: she had been observing with her eyes for a while now, so she should be able to do well, right?

The brush in Marys hand moved swiftly above the cloth. Since she hadnt professionally learned, her skill was not just amateur but downright clumsy. The small expectation of What if Im the genius of the century? crumbled miserably.

As Violet was guiding Mary as she painted, she couldnt help but laugh. Marys face turned beet red.

I-Ill stop. Ill stop painting!

Why? Once we open the paint, we cant use it anymore. Lets finish the whole thing.

Milady

Is this a drawing of fire?

Flowers, actually.

Violet laughed again. Mary now looked like she might cry.

Violet would just get her fingers stabbed if she had embroidered anyway, so she had no intentions of doing it from the start. She snorted.

Regardless of the outcome, she intended to do as she pleased.

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And so, several days had passed since Violet drew her first picture on a handkerchief. Time flew by quickly.

During this time, Violet met Aldin, who came to see Cairn, and had a few more conversations.

She also continued her painting sessions with the imperial princess, and she often wondered about Rajaden because he was rarely ever showing his face in the princesss palace anymore.

Nothing significant happened. However, one day, a strange feeling settled in. It was a foreboding premonition.

Surely, she thought nothing serious would happen.

Violet frowned as she looked at the palette overturned on the floor, with the side containing the paint facing downward.

Tomorrow was the hunting competition, and the premonition of something ominous bothered Violet.

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Its true that the destination was the same, but Violet didnt want to travel with her family. So, she chose to ride in a separate carriage.

The hunting competition was set to begin in the afternoon, and they departed very late.

As the lady descended from the dazzling carriage, many eyes instantly focused on her. Violet paid no mind to the attention.

Oh my, again

It seems trouble has come to House Everett.

People murmured as they looked at her. Among them, there were those who occasionally asked, Is the lady also participating in the hunt?

Violets attire, based on equestrian clothing and newly designed, leaned more towards the image of a knight aiming for victory than a lady offering a handkerchief. The ducal lady of Everett paid even less attention to the gazes than the rumors.

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