Lady's words, Ellie Miller didn't take them too seriously.
Honestly, if that Marchioness Marina could single-handedly make her get divorced early and leave with the territory, she'd be grateful more than anything.
At dinner, the Duke randomly said, "I have nothing to do with Marchioness Marina."
Ellie Miller paused her hand cutting the butterfly lamb chop, looking puzzled at the Duke at the other end of the banquet table, "Huh?"
The Duke of Coldcrest took a sip of red wine, his expression unclear, "Nothing."
Ellie Miller buried her head and continued to eat earnestly.
Today's main dish from the North Kitchen was Glen Dwarf stew, paired with creamy bread from the Elven Forest—it was simply superb.
In terms of stew, The Dwarves are professionals.
"The roses in the Rear Garden have bloomed, the scenery is nice," the Duke abruptly said.
