Even in the midst of chaos and disbelief, Penelope managed to ask Yvette, “Are you… alright?”
“No…” Yvette murmured, her face pale.
Penelope glanced at her with growing anxiety before suddenly turning, her expression hardening into one of anger.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing? What if soone had gotten hurt? How could you recklessly throw water like that?”
Emily, the culprit behind the water bucket, responded furiously, “Because of you, my sister’s face is ruined! What are you going to do about it?!”
“What do you an by that—”
Before Penelope could even finish her question, Emily raised her voice.
“It’s the green herb costics you made! My sister used them, and her face broke out in a horrible rash. Now it’s oozing pus! How are you going to take responsibility for this?!”
“Oh, my goodness!”
Baroness Einsha gasped, drawing in a sharp breath.
Emily began to cry openly, her tears flowing as she sobbed uncontrollably.
The other noblewon, alard, reflexively touched their own cheeks. Many of them were regular users of Halo’s costics.
“Could it really be a side effect? Who’s responsible for this?”
“Could it happen to my face too?”
The buzz of worried whispers quickly turned the atmosphere of the banquet into utter chaos.
Penelope felt a pounding headache coming on.
“Her face is oozing pus from using green herb costics? What in the world is going on?”
It was hard to believe that a product made from green herb extract—a key ingredient in healing potions—could cause a rash.
“Sothing must have gone wrong sowhere.”
After quickly gathering her thoughts, Penelope spoke up.
“Alright, let’s calm down and talk this through. What’s your sister’s na, and when did the symptoms first appear?”
“…Violet Dot. She started using the costics yesterday, and the rash began almost imdiately,” Emily replied, still sniffling. Given her boldness in storming into the banquet and dousing Penelope with water, her composure in explaining the details wasn’t particularly surprising.
Just then, a voice cut through the clamor.
“What kind of ss is this?”
“…Ahwin.”
The banquet hall fell silent as if soone had dumped cold water on the room.
Ahwin surveyed the scene with a glance before striding toward Penelope. His gaze landed on the wet floor where the water had spilled, and his expression twisted into a frown.
“What’s going on here?”
“This lady says her sister developed a rash after using Halo costics. Now there’s pus,” Penelope explained succinctly.
Ahwin’s brows furrowed in confusion, as if the situation made no sense to him. It seed he was wondering what that had to do with the puddle of water on the floor.
“Green herb is a core ingredient in healing potions. And you’re telling costics made from it caused a rash? That’s absurd.”
“We need to check the facts first. Miss Dot, could you take us to your sister right now?”
“R-right now?”
Emily’s bravado crumbled, and her face paled as she hesitated. She hadn’t anticipated the situation spiraling like this when she’d stord into the banquet. Her rage over her sister’s ruined face had been her only focus.
“We need to confirm your sister’s condition imdiately,” Penelope continued. “And afterward, you’ll need to properly apologize to Lady Corindel for what happened.”
“….”
Emily glanced at Yvette, who had yet to lift her head, her soaked dress clinging uncomfortably to her body and revealing faint outlines of her skin beneath the fabric.
Rianel’s face hardened at the sight. Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Yvette’s shoulders.
The murmuring among the surrounding nobles grew louder, their curiosity piqued.
Emily felt her chest tighten with panic.
“What have I done…?”
The realization hit her like a cold wave. She couldn’t fathom what had possessed her to march into the imperial banquet and cause such a scene.
All she had cared about was confronting the Baroness of Halo for what she believed was the ruination of her sister’s face.
But now, Emily’s perspective shifted. She took a shaky breath and steadied herself.
“Even if I end up in prison, I have to hold them accountable. What are we supposed to do now? My poor sister might never marry and could be confined to her room for life! Oh, my poor sister!”
Emily, overwheld by emotion, teared up again.
Penelope sighed and turned to Rianel.
“Could I ask you to handle the aftermath here?”
“…I’ll take care of it. It seems I share so responsibility for this.”
Rianel glanced at Yvette, who was still clutching his jacket with her head bowed, and let out a resigned sigh.
Penelope grabbed Ahwin by the sleeve and tugged him along. He gave her a bewildered look but allowed himself to be led.
“First, let’s assess the situation.”
***
About an Hour Later.
Penelope and Ahwin arrived at Emily Dot’s house, located on the outskirts of the capital.
The house was in disarray, likely due to the incident involving the eldest daughter, Violet Dot.
When Emily ushered Penelope and Ahwin inside, the maids looked at them with wide eyes, visibly startled.
Shortly after, the head maid rushed over and exclaid, “Miss! Where have you been with the carriage? Do you know how worried your father has been? And who are these people?”
“These are my important guests. They’ve co to check on my sister’s condition,” Emily replied curtly.
“Miss Violet gave strict orders not to let anyone into her room,” the head maid said with a worried expression.
Emily leaned in and whispered, “That’s Baroness Halo herself—the creator of the green herb costics. And the man behind her is the Tower Master. They’ve co to examine my sister.”
“…?!”
The head maid gasped, her gaze darting between Penelope and Ahwin, her face paling.
“I’ll explain to the master. Please, go quickly. I’m terrified Miss Violet might do sothing rash in her current state.”
“Understood.”
Emily turned to Penelope, who nodded, and then led them up the staircase to the second floor.
At the far end of the hall, they stopped in front of the door to Violet’s room. Emily knocked briefly and said, “Sister, it’s , Emily. I’m coming in.”
Without waiting for a response, Emily pushed the door open. The room was dark, all the lights extinguished.
Penelope’s eyes were drawn to the figure lying face down on a white bed. She imdiately realized this must be Violet Dot.
A choked, tearful voice ca from the bed. “I told you not to let anyone in! Get out! Leave alone!”
“Sister, I brought Baroness Halo with . The Tower Master is here too,” Emily said.
“…W-what?”
Violet Dot, dressed in her nightgown, reluctantly lifted her head to look at Emily.
Ahwin flicked his hand, and the room instantly lit up as if it were midday.
Startled by the sudden brightness, Violet shielded her eyes with both hands. Penelope sighed deeply, almost groaning.
“Oh dear, her face is a ss.”
Violet’s face was covered with angry red rashes, with pustules oozing blood and yellowish pus in several areas.
“What do you think? Does it really look like a reaction to the costics?” Penelope asked.
“We’ll have to investigate,” Ahwin replied.
Moving quickly, Penelope approached the vanity table by the bed and picked up a pale green costics bottle.
“Huh…?”
Penelope frowned as she examined the label, then spoke.
“This isn’t Halo Costics.”
“W-what? But I sent a servant to buy it directly from the Halo soap shop!” Emily stamred, her face paling.
Penelope turned the bottle to show her.
“All Halo products are marked with a serial number and date, starting with ‘HRO-.’ This bottle doesn’t have the right markings, and the herb leaf logo is also incorrect.”
“Th-that’s impossible… My servant said they queued properly to buy it!”
Emily’s face paled further, and then, as if struck by a realization, she abruptly left the room.
Violet, confused, glanced at her retreating sister before grabbing a robe from the coat rack and draping it over herself.
Monts later, shouting erupted from the hallway.
“How dare you switch the costics! Tell the truth—where did you get them?”
“M-Miss, please spare !”
“Speak now! That bottle—did you really get it from the Halo shop?”
“T-the truth is… While I was waiting in line, soone in the back alley was selling identical products at half the price. They said it worked the sa!”
Hearing the servant’s confession, Violet’s eyes widened in shock. She began trembling, her lips quivering uncontrollably.
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