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After the meal, Hadeon headed to the observation car to smoke a cigar. Elysia went alone to the powder room.

Elysia looked at the mirror. There stood Elysia, but she looked very different from the Elysia Pearlman she used to know. For a moment, she almost didn’t recognize herself.

The nun’s habit, which always tightly choked her neck, was nowhere to be seen. Her golden hair, shining like silk woven with pure gold, cascaded down her shoulders like soft waves, sensually covering her neckline and collarbone. Her eyes remained pure as before, but at times, they held a subtle allure. The reflection in the mirror was entirely different from the Elysia she once knew. Before her stood the human mistress of Duke Lark, known for her lavish reputation.

Elysia absentmindedly washed her hand, which had been touched several times by Hadeon, while staring at the running water from the tap. At that moment, she heard the chatter of some women.

Ah…

She quickly hid in an isolated stall.

“How could the dignity of the aristocracy fall so low?”

A mocking voice was immediately heard.

“You mean Duke Lark’s new plaything?”

“Of course.”

High-pitched voices laughed in unison.

Elysia clasped her hands tightly and held her breath.

“His Grace should have been more careful, considering his status.”

“Forget it. How long can it last? I heard she’s quite famous in the South as a noble hunter. No matter how he doesn’t seem to show it, His Grace wouldn’t have had many opportunities to catch up on social gossip, always being at the war front. How interesting must it be? When a human woman, who was lonely and suffering without him, whispers that she can’t endure being despised by others, anyone would be tempted. Admirable, isn’t it? The effort to stand by his side?”

“Well, everyone has moments when they want a pet, don’t they?”

Elysia endured the situation without letting her breath falter. Even a slightly louder breath would reveal her presence. Perhaps they already knew she was there.

“By the way, did you hear about the third prince of Ragnos?”

The women, who had been gossiping about the duke’s human mistress, quickly shifted to the latest news. The prince, a researcher at the Royal Academy of Dela Ragnos, was invited as the chief researcher and visiting professor at the Panthea National Academy. Normally, Elysia would have perked up at the mention of Panthea National Academy, but at that moment, she couldn’t think of anything.