Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 68

Chapter 68: The Young Lady Knight on a White Horse

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The carriage continued to move at a snail’s pace.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the carriage door.

Claire and Lavendia looked up — it was Sophia, who was driving the carriage.

Sophia had her brows furrowed, holding a pocket watch, looking very anxious.

She spoke rapidly: “Young Lady, the road to the Aldrich mansion is impassable, there are more and more people on the street, the carriage really can’t move.”

“We might be late — Young Lady?”

Claire was drinking raspberry juice and choked upon hearing this, coughing violently. While Lavendia patted Claire’s back to help her breathe, she calmly asked: “Do we need to get off and walk? How far is it to the banquet venue?”

Sophia shook her head worriedly: “That won’t work, Lady Lavendia. We need to go through this street, all the way up, there’s still quite a distance to walk.”

Their carriage was now stuck on the street, unable to move forward or backward.

This small town was holding a festival, and Claire’s group had arrived later than planned, right at the start of the festival, so they were blocked by the crowd on the street.

As the sun set further west, the street became more lively. More commoners and merchants approached, casting curious and envious glances.

“What an elegant carriage!”

“They must be Lord Aldrich’s guests too? Why are they arriving at this time? The other carriages all entered the city earlier.”

“Hey hey hey, did you see that young lady who just peeked through the curtain? I’ve never seen someone so beautiful before!”

“What’s the matter, didn’t you recognize that family crest? The vine stars and rose flower, isn’t this the carriage of Duke Grendel?”

“What!? Duke Grendel!?”

“Could it be… that inside is… the legendary Young Lady Claire of the Grendel family!?”

Exclamations rose and fell from the crowd, people’s attention grew increasingly intense and burning, the carriage curtains could barely block it anymore.

Hearing the discussions, Claire couldn’t stop coughing. She bent over with a red face, almost coughing to tears.

Thanks for asking, first time experiencing being the center of attention with discussions like “What?! That’s actually the legendary XXX!? How terrifying!”

It feels… maybe a bit more embarrassing than imagined.

Now even if walking could get them there, she wasn’t very willing to get out and walk anymore.

“What should we do, Young Lady—” Sophia asked anxiously.

Lavendia lowered her eyes in thought for a moment, suddenly remembering something.

She raised her head and asked seriously: “Miss Sophia, may I ask, is horse riding allowed in this city?”

Sophia was stunned: “This… I’m not sure…”

Lavendia said: “I heard that the Aldrich family has close ties with the Kingdom’s Knight Order, there should be frequent communication and information exchange, I think it must be done by horseback.”

“Please ask the nearby merchants, if there are areas where horse riding is allowed, let me know as soon as possible.”

Sophia’s eyes lit up: “You mean—? Alright, I’ll go ask right away.”

In no time, she returned with good news.

“I found out, Lady Lavendia, I found out!”

“They do need to ride horses back and forth frequently, the town structure specifically includes a horse-riding path, separate from the residential areas.”

“But that path isn’t very wide, our carriage can’t pass through.”

After listening, Lavendia opened the carriage door and walked straight down from the carriage.

The commoners immediately burst into exclamations again: “Heavens, there’s such a beautiful young lady too!”

“She’s wearing riding clothes, could it be… she’s also a knight?”

Knights held a different meaning for the commoners of this city.

In an instant, the looks in everyone’s eyes carried more respect.

Lavendia walked to the front of the carriage as if no one else was there, gently stroking the horse’s back, calming the horse that had become restless from being unable to run for so long.

Meanwhile, Claire was shrinking in the carriage, not knowing what Lavendia went out to do, only hearing waves of amazed exclamations from all around.

Wuwu, help, this is so embarrassing… her toes were curling up inside her little leather shoes!

Can’t you extras give any other reaction besides exclamations—

Whatever, never mind.

It’s just being talked about a bit, I’ve already been a villainess, am I still afraid of this?

Following! If sister jumps, I jump!

Claire steadied herself and followed, pushing open the carriage door and jumping down with a thud.

At this time, she just saw Lavendia untying the carriage’s fixing ropes.

This white horse was tall and sturdy, its mane as white as snow. The reduction in weight clearly made it somewhat excited—

Lavendia took the reins from Sophia’s hands, controlling the horse with a slight effort.

Her gloves looked like ordinary butler’s white gloves, but they were specially thickened for horse riding, made of very durable material, so even gripping the reins tightly wouldn’t hurt.

Lavendia was delighted by the quality of these gloves. This riding outfit was not only neat and good-looking, comfortable to wear, but surprisingly practical too — it would be a waste not to ride horses.

Could Claire have some kind of prophetic ability?

These clothes seemed as if they were prepared exactly for this moment.

Bathed in the brilliant golden sunset light, Lavendia mounted the horse. Her movements were so light and nimble, the swallow-tailed hem of her clothes drawing a free-spirited line in the air.

With a joyful neigh from the horse, Lavendia sat steadily on horseback.

Her movements were so fluid and elegant, like a knight stepping out of an ancient legend… or a princess riding a white horse.

After settling, she gently patted the white horse’s neck, seemingly conveying something wordlessly.

The white horse kicked its hooves twice, and surprisingly lowered its head obediently and gracefully—as if forming a natural rapport with the young lady behind it, willingly accepting her taming.

The crowd erupted, and Claire was also frozen in place.

False succubus dressed revealingly, putting on airs, repeatedly pushing the boundaries of censorship, acting coquettishly, relying on physical attraction to lure prey.

While a real succubus — gallant and magnificent, imposing and dignified, needing only the slightest action, even when completely covered up, can release overwhelming charm in every movement and gesture.

Lavendia pulled the reins, coming before the dumbfounded Claire.

“Young Lady, let’s go by horse, we should still make it in time.”

Claire looked up at Lavendia in her riding outfit, nearly in tears. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and said—

“I, I, I don’t know how to ride a horse…”

Never even rode once, uwaa—

If only she hadn’t been so sleepy earlier, even if she had just played around riding at the mansion it would have been better.

What to do now, the script didn’t say anything about this happening!

But Lavendia seemed to have anticipated this. She smiled gently and said: “It’s alright.”

Then, in the warm sunset light, the silver-haired young lady knight on the white horse leaned down slightly and extended a hand to Claire.

“Come, Young Lady Claire.”

“I’ll take you with me.”

For a moment, the surrounding noise and clamor seemed to recede like the tide.

Claire stared blankly at this hand, hearing nothing in her ears but the wind.

And… her deafening heartbeat.

She unconsciously held her breath and placed her hand in Lavendia’s.

The next moment, her body felt light—

Falling into an embrace as warm as a dream.