Chapter 22: The Princess’s Rumors

Looking at the silent duo, Violet put down the teacup in her hand and said, word by word:

“I said, my name is Elynne.”

With that, she turned her head away and said no more.

The “Miss” looked at Violet’s turned cheek and vaguely saw a glint of something slide down the corner of her eye.

Violet, whose eyes were sore from not blinking for a long time while acting: “…”

Guilt, like a flood, washed away the fear in her heart.

The “Miss” stood up and took the initiative to come to Violet’s side.

“I’m sorry, I was prejudiced.”

Violet turned her face away, not daring to meet her gaze.

After all, she had not received any acting training in her past life.

At this moment, she was really afraid that she would expose herself and have her lie revealed.

However, this posture of hers, in the other’s eyes, became something else entirely.

“I… my name is Eleanor… I’m sorry, I really didn’t expect the truth to be like this. It’s all my fault.”

The girl named Eleanor lowered her head in guilt, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, her fingers almost tied in knots.

At this moment, she really wished she could travel back in time and give herself from a few minutes ago a big slap.

Looking at Eleanor’s appearance, Violet’s heart moved.

Inspiration struck, and she blurted out:

“It’s okay. After all, I’m just her substitute, a sacrifice for the offering.

Anyone who sees me will only see me as her, right… hehe.”

At the end of the sentence, she didn’t forget to laugh at herself.

Hearing this, Eleanor almost broke down.

Her already guilty heart reached its peak at this moment.

So she raised her hand and slapped herself.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the carriage.

This time, not only was Violet dumbfounded, but even Icarus was astonished.

He thought his young lady had gone mad.

He rushed over and grabbed the hand that was about to slap herself again.

“Miss! What are you doing?”

“I, I, I… I really deserve to die!”

Looking at her appearance, Violet was silent, wondering if she had overacted.

Her initial idea was to create a tragic backstory for herself to gain their sympathy.

This way, if the other party wanted to delve deeper, she could still use the excuse of “not wanting to talk about it” to prevaricate.

But she really hadn’t expected the final situation to be like this.

Violet felt that if she didn’t say something, Eleanor would probably get depressed.

So, she gently took the other’s hand and said sincerely:

“It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

“Crack”

It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed invisibly, accompanied by the sound of something breaking.

Eleanor’s eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground.

“Miss! Miss, wake up! Don’t scare me!”

Icarus’s grief-stricken cry came from the carriage, attracting a wave of discussion from the onlooking villagers.

They had all seen it just now.

After the Apostle entered, there was a lot of noise inside, looking very lively.

Villagers with sharp ears could even vaguely hear the sound of conversation, as if they were talking about things like “treating me as her,” “substitute,” and “used to it.”

Could it be that… the Apostle’s feelings were being toyed with by a bad woman from another village?!

For a time, rumors spread.

By the time these rumors reached Tia’s ears, they had already become that the Apostle was being played by a woman from another village to the point of whimpering and begging for mercy, and even offering herself in exchange for a carriage ticket.

At this time, Violet had no idea that her image had been completely ruined.

She was even sitting comfortably in a chair, stroking the Evil God.

The carriage she was in now was Eleanor’s.

Perhaps out of guilt, even though Icarus repeatedly tried to dissuade her, she still gave up this carriage.

So Violet moved in as a matter of course, while Eleanor condescended to live with Icarus.

Poor Icarus, not only was he beaten up twice for no reason, but now he was even deprived of the right to sleep in a bed, his situation worse than that of an ordinary caravan member.

Violet mourned for him in her heart for three seconds, and then a bold idea came to her.

In her past life, the Order of Chaos was full of powerful individuals, otherwise it would have been impossible for them to fight the Eternal Sect for several versions.

But now, the Order of Chaos was just beginning to sprout.

Besides the top boss Nastasia, there was not a single usable general under her command.

If she could recruit Icarus as a follower, it would bring not only a fifth-tier fighter, but also a caravan.

To build the Order of Chaos into the great evil cult of her past life, one that challenged the entire world on its own, the first thing she needed was money.

In such a turbulent era, running a business was full of both crises and opportunities.

Wasn’t a caravan equivalent to a money tree?

Violet thought to herself, and tied Nastasia’s tentacles into a bow.

The Lord Evil God grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Her smooth-as-silk tentacles automatically untied themselves and retaliated by wrapping around her fingers.

Feeling the softness that almost enveloped her entire arm, Violet smiled at the corner of her eye, prying open Her tentacles one by one, intending to discuss with Her how to recruit this “good general” Icarus.

However, before she could finish, Nastasia quickly extended a tentacle backwards.

The sound of wood splintering and the muffled sound of an arrow piercing the air reached Violet’s ears at the same time.

She subconsciously looked back and saw that a fist-sized hole had been shot in the front of the carriage.

And the culprit that caused all this was firmly held in a tentacle, the arrowhead glowing with a bluish-black color, clearly poisoned.

“Neigh!”

The horses let out a shrill scream.

The moving carriage shook violently, on the verge of tipping over.

Looking at Violet, who was about to fall to the ground, Nastasia cried out anxiously, casually breaking the arrow and rapidly enlarging her body.

“My kin! Stand behind me!”

Before she could respond, the sound of arrows whistling through the air fell like rain.

The beautifully decorated carriage was completely vulnerable, the carriage shot into a honeycomb.

The advantage of tentacles was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Afterimages danced in mid-air, and one poisoned arrow after another was broken in mid-air.

Through the gaps in the carriage, Violet could see the scene outside, and the faintly visible bandits ambushing by the side of the road.

They were called bandits, but their equipment was even more sophisticated than the caravan members.

Not only were they wearing light armor, but many of them were even holding heavy crossbows.

Unlike bows, crossbows were regulated by the Empire.

Generally, only the army could be equipped with them, let alone this kind of heavy crossbow specifically used for hunting magical beasts.

“Bang!”

The carriage behind Violet exploded.

Icarus, holding a greatsword, jumped out of the carriage and charged at the bandits.

Although the bandits were well-equipped, they were clearly no match for the humanoid beast that was Icarus.

Nastasia listened to the sounds of fighting outside, her enlarged body shrinking like a deflating balloon.

She jumped back onto Violet’s head and asked softly:

“My kin, should we help?”

Of course, She wasn’t asking for Icarus, but for Violet.

These tin cans that had appeared out of nowhere dared to shoot arrows at Her kin; they were simply courting death.

Just as Violet was about to nod in agreement, the tattered carriage door was carefully pulled open.

A tentacle shot out, piercing towards the uninvited guest who was trying to break in.

“Ah!”

Eleanor cried out in alarm, her face pale with fear.

Nastasia quickly retracted her hand.

The tentacle, which had been like a javelin, became soft and wrapped around her body, pulling her into the room.

Violet quickly stepped forward and supported Eleanor’s waist.

“Wake up, don’t faint!”

“Ugh…”

Eleanor gasped for breath, looking at Nastasia in a state of shock, her eyes full of the lingering fear of having survived a disaster.

If that tentacle hadn’t been retracted in time, she would have probably had a hole in her head just now!

But she also understood that staying by the other’s side was the safest place right now.

So she cautiously grabbed the corner of Violet’s clothes and pleaded like a beggar:

“Sister Elynne, can I… stay here with you for a while?”