They are all characters I control.

The door that seemed to separate two worlds was finally opened from the inside.

Earl Orlando walked out with an air of nonchalance, his clothes slightly disheveled, and a languid, contented smile on his face, as if he had just enjoyed a pleasant afternoon tea.

He glanced at the Marquis de Roth and Claire waiting outside the door and smiled elegantly and gentlemanly.

"What were you two talking about? I think I heard my name called?"

"No, no, I was just telling Lia to be a proper lady." Marquis Rost glanced behind Earl Orlando and saw Marquis Marla touching up her makeup.

However, she had changed her evening gown and stockings into new ones.

The room was also filled with a rich floral fragrance, similar to the scent on Earl Orlando.

The Marquis of Rost's cheek muscles twitched a few times, but he still managed to force an awkward smile.

"Really? I see." With that, Earl Orlando took out a pair of stockings that Marquis Rost looked very familiar with.

Ignoring the Marquis of Rost's stiff smile, Earl Orlando walked up to Claire.

He picked up the stockings and handed them to Claire.

"Since Miss Liya wants to please me and dress up a bit more, I suggest you buy a few more pairs of these stockings. I prefer those with suspenders and lace trim."

The Marquis Rost stared wide-eyed, while Claire slowly picked up the stockings and examined them.

Of course, he was mainly looking at the badges embedded in the stockings.

It's obvious that the badge wasn't originally on the stockings, but was added later for decoration or to show off.

“Okay, I like these stockings too, I’ll buy more.” Claire smiled slightly at Earl Orlando.

Yes, that's the badge.

No wonder he didn't find the badge when he searched through his stepmother and stepsister's jewelry.

"I would really like to see Miss Leah wearing stockings like these. So, Miss Leah, do you have any plans for the future?"

Lord Rost did not see the badge, but he did see Earl Orlando stuffing the Marchioness's stockings into his pocket as a trophy.

Now that they had obtained the item and humiliated Marquis Rost, Claire made a suggestion.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, why don't we go for a walk?"

“Of course, I’d be happy to oblige.” Earl Orlando smiled and nodded, then turned to Marquis Rost, whose face was dark with anger. “Your Excellency, I would like to accompany your young lady to see the sights. You don’t mind, do you?”

"I don't mind at all! How could I possibly mind!"

Marquis Rost nodded eagerly; how could he possibly leave Earl Orlando at home?

He now deeply regrets agreeing to attend the dinner party at Earl Orlando's house.

However, at that moment, Elena's voice came out.

"Why are you letting my sister and Earl Orlando go out?! They're not allowed to go! Even if Earl Orlando wants to accompany them, it should be me accompanying the Earl!"

Like mother, like daughter, but Elena appeared at the wrong time.

"Shut up!" Marquis Rost bared his teeth and slapped Elena, who was blocking Claire and Earl Orlando's way.

The slap was powerful and heavy, knocking Elena to the ground.

Marquis Rost, his eyes bloodshot, glared at Elena, who looked on in disbelief, but then forced a smile at Claire and Earl Orlando.

"You two should hurry up and go. No one will stop you. Go outside and enjoy the scenery."

Claire and Earl of Eland exchanged a smile as they watched Marquis Rost, who was so eager to get rid of them.

Tonight's show was quite exciting.

Chapter 58 Elena, you're just like your mother.

Earl Orlando's carriage carried Claire (Lia) and her maid Anna away.

However, the Rost family mansion behind them did not quiet down, as Elena, who had just been slapped, was among those who were there.

Elena couldn't remember how old she was when her father last disciplined her. Her first reaction upon realizing what had happened was disbelief and anger towards her father.

"Father!!! Why did you hit me?! What did I do wrong?!"

Elena collapsed to the ground, clutching her rapidly swelling cheek, her azure eyes filled with shock, grievance, and anger as she stared at Marquis Rost.

Just now, his own father actually hit him in front of Earl Orlando?

However, it was still because of that annoying older sister, Lia, even though their father had always doted on them and never helped Lia.

She screamed, her carefully styled hair now disheveled and hanging over her shoulders like a spoiled little girl.

"My sister has absolutely no idea how to interact with men. She's never spoken to a man in her entire life!"

"Letting her associate with Earl Orlando will only displease him!"

"Isn't it obvious that I'm more suitable? It would be much easier for me to succeed in getting close to Earl Orlando in place of my sister! Father, you must know that we're doing this all for the sake of the family!"

"For the sake of the family, Lia shouldn't have gone! I should have gone with Earl Orlando! Why did you stop me just now! Father, look, they're all gone! It's all Father's fault!"

For the family, for the family.

Lord Rost had heard those words many times today, and now he was furious whenever he heard them again.

He had previously refrained from venting his anger on Leah because she was Earl Orlando's favorite, but now Elena had walked right into his line of fire.

"What nonsense are you spouting? All you do is steal, steal, steal! You like to take everything that belongs to Leah!" Marquis Rost started cursing, his anger rising even more as he looked at Elena's face, which resembled that of Marquis Marla.

"Didn't I give you something better? Why did you still try to steal Lia's things? Do you want everything?!"

"You already have Prince Alvin, why are you still provoking that scoundrel Earl Orlando?!"

The Marquis of Rost's expression was somewhat frightening; to Elena, he looked like a drooling, bloodshot wild dog.

Despite her fear, Elena retorted defiantly, "While I do want to be Prince Alvin's fiancée, I also have the right to choose my own partner..."

Marquis Rost hardened his fist. He tacitly approved of Elena's deliberate approach to Prince Alvin, Lia's fiancé, because he felt that Elena was better at charming the prince and would elevate his Rost family to a higher level.

As a result, this stupid daughter now talks about freedom of love?

Elena suggested that Elena marry Prince Alvin in place of Leah, but now she's going to seduce a man other than Alvin? And it's that notorious Earl Orlando who likes to play with women!

What kind of talk is that? It's just like her mother's!

"Shut up! What right to free love! Being born into this noble family means you have no say in whether you're free or not!"

"You only need to focus on Prince Alvin! You are not allowed to look at or speak to other men."

“If I find out you’re associating with anyone other than Prince Alvin, I’ll break your legs! Do you hear me, Elena?! You shameless bitch!”

The Marquis of Rost grew increasingly agitated, eventually calling Elena a "loose woman."

He even wanted to spit on Elena.

Elena, who had been spat on, stared at her father in astonishment. What was going on?

Elena couldn't understand why her father would say such things to her now. He wasn't like this at all! And why was he calling her a bitch?

"Hmph, is the Marquis perhaps making a veiled attack?"

The Marquise Marie walked out gracefully.

Elena noticed that her mother was dressed even more provocatively than she was, seemingly dressed up intentionally to attract men.

For some reason, even though her father was so angry, her mother's face was flushed, like that of a young girl in love.

"What? How did I make a veiled attack?" Marquis Rost looked at Marquis Margrave Mara in front of him, even more furious.

“Isn’t that right? You know I did it for the sake of the Rost family.” As soon as Marquis Marla said that, several veins bulged on Marquis Rost’s forehead.

But the Marquis de Marquis de Marquis Rost's feelings were completely disregarded, and she simply continued speaking.

"Who is all this for tonight? Isn't it for you, this worthless marquis, and for the Rost family, which is on the verge of complete collapse?"

“Look at Earl Orlando! How young and talented he is! Not only can he use holy magic, but he has also won the favor of His Majesty and the bishop! Although he is an earl, he lives a better life than us marquises.”

"And you, sir? How many gold coins have you earned this time? Earl Orlando earns tens of thousands of gold coins a year, while you, sir, earn at most a few hundred. You should learn from the Earl..."

Before Marquis Marla could finish her tirade, Marquis Rost suddenly drew his knight's sword and swung it at a vase beside him.

With a loud "bang," the vase shattered.

Marquis Rost, gripping his knight's sword tightly, stared at Marquis Marquis Marla and Elena with bloodshot eyes, looking almost insane.

The man growled in a trembling voice, “Shut up! You two…you two wretched women! Utterly shameless! A disgrace to the Rost family! Disgusting!”

After saying that, the Marquis of Rost kicked over the table next to him and turned to leave.

The maids rushed over at the sound, but upon seeing the scene, they dared not approach to clean.

Watching her father's departing figure, Elena covered her cheek and turned to her mother, asking, "What's wrong, Mother? What happened? Why is Father so angry?"

Marquise Mara tugged at the fur shawl on her shoulders, raised her exquisitely made-up face, and said with a hint of pride, "I only kept Earl Orlando company for a short while. We spent a wonderful ten minutes alone together in the room."

"Ah? Mother! How could you do this!" Elena jumped up just like the Marquis of Rost.

"What? How can you do this? I'm a woman too, what's wrong with that?"

Marquise Mara blushed as she recalled her time with Earl Orlando, her eyes suddenly becoming unfocused.

Looking at her mother, who was dressed in a flamboyant manner, Elena said with dissatisfaction, "You're already so old, and you're still associating with Earl Orlando? Forget it, don't force yourself. How could Earl Orlando possibly be interested in you?"

Hearing her daughter's mockery, Marquise Mara turned to look at Elena.

She looked the other person up and down, then let out a sneer.

Under Elena's resentful gaze, the Marquis changed to a more alluring stance, slightly lowering the opening of her blouse.

“A girl like you would never be noticed by Earl Orlando. What do you have that I can compare to? Your chest is so small, your waist is all bones, and your butt is so small.”

Women know best where other women are most vulnerable. Since Elena attacked her age, she would attack Elena's figure in return.

“The Earl of Orlando said he likes women with mature charm like me.”

“The master is right. Elena, you just need to focus on winning over Prince Alvin. Earl Orlando doesn’t need your help at all.”

"If Leah can't attract Count Orlando, I'll find a way. Anyway, be careful not to approach Count Orlando casually in the future."

After this lesson, Marquise Marla, swaying her hips, ordered the maids to bring milk and flower petals to the bathroom.

Elena stared at her mother's smug back, clenching her fists in jealousy.

“Earl Orlando would definitely prefer someone as young as me, he would never look at an old woman like you…”

Chapter 59 The Nolan Family's Potions

The interior of Earl Orlando's carriage was lined with thick, deep purple velvet, and the carriage traveled smoothly through the streets of the capital at night.

The car windows were covered with velvet curtains of the same color, isolating them from the outside world.

A small magic lamp is embedded in the roof of the car, emitting a soft and steady white light.

Claire (Lia) leaned back in the soft chair, looking curiously at Earl Orlando across from her, and asked, "So what were you and the Marchioness doing in the room just now? Weren't you discovered?"

It's important to know that Countess Orlando is a woman.

Although he looks like a man, it's just the effect of some kind of magic.

However, the Marquise Marla seemed completely unaware of her true gender, which shows that Earl Orlando's ability to conceal his identity was exceptionally good.

"You think this is my first time being alone with a woman?" Count Orlando laughed confidently. "I only need to press a few times and they'll be too exhausted to do anything else, just drooling."

Claire nodded in agreement: "Yeah, that's true. You're a woman yourself, so you probably enjoy being massaged, right?"

Earl Orlando was stumped by Claire's words.

She coughed to ease the awkwardness and continued, "Uh, I'm just relaxing their backs and necks and such. Anyway, you don't have to worry about me revealing my identity."

"Even if you look like a man, we'll find something wrong once we touch your body, right?"

Claire feigned ignorance and pressed for an answer out of curiosity.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Earl Orlando puffed out his chest without a smile and extended an invitation to Claire.

“Okay.” Claire didn’t stand on ceremony at all, raising her arm and pressing down.

This happened without the slightest hesitation, catching Count Orlando completely off guard.

The maid Anna, who was sitting to the side, was startled.