A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 59
[Vol. 3] Chapter 59: She Just Knew!
“Ifia, every time I see your culinary skills, I am always incredibly amazed!”
In the Taric Palace kitchen, the Chef Elryn held a delicate milk pudding, using a spoon to scoop up the chewy and tender pudding. She couldn’t help but marvel at the appearance and taste of this dessert, considering it to be top-notch.
Compared to the dishes of the Taric Kingdom, it’s like night and day!
Originally, Elryn thought Ifia could only make a few signature dishes, and once she cooked more, her true colors would show, and the taste of other dishes would be just average.
However…
In reality, Ifia’s skillful hands are truly miraculous!
As long as it passes through Ifia’s hands, no matter how unpalatable the ingredients, they will turn into incredibly delicious food!
If it weren’t for the elite figure of Amelia Barlen from the Sith Empire envoy, keeping a close eye on Ifia, Elryn would undoubtedly do everything in her power to keep Ifia in the Taric Kingdom, even if she had to sacrifice her pride.
She still remembered when Amelia Barlen just gave her a light glance.
Erlyn dared to guarantee that even the bravest warrior in the Taric Kingdom would be frightened by that glance!
Those purple eyes were like the demon’s gaze!
No wonder even the powerful Princess Sissi was no match, they were simply not on the same level!
Amelia Barlen didn’t even say a word, she directly scared her into a cowering chick.
Daring not to bring it up again.
Even when Ifia came to the kitchen to cook, despite Erlyn’s strong desire to admire her superb culinary skills, as soon as she saw Amelia Barlen nearby, she always found various excuses to leave.
She completely dared not stay in the same room with Amelia Barlen!
Today, seeing that Amelia Barlen did not accompany Ifia, Erlyn finally breathed a sigh of relief, stretched her strong and sturdy body, and directly approached to shower Ifia with various compliments.
In the past, when hearing Erlyn’s praise, Ifia would always happily lift the corners of her mouth.
Her cute face carried a look of embarrassment and pride, her black eyes sparkling like a glistening lake.
Crystal clear, filled with joy.
Ifia is a straightforward person, without much cunning. This aligns well with the straightforward nature of the people of the Taric Kingdom, who prefer action over words. Therefore, they quickly formed a bond in the kitchen.
If Ifia weren’t so short, there would surely be many people confessing their feelings to her!
However, even so, she still received everyone’s welcome.
Originally, Erlyn, who got close to Ifia because of her culinary skills, found herself liking this little one more and more as she spent time with her.
Now, seeing Ifia looking troubled, Erlyn stopped his compliments and instead asked with concern, “Ifia, why do you look so distracted? What happened?”
Then, as if realizing something, Erlyn helplessly said, “Is it because Amelia Barlen went out? Ifia, you need to be independent, can’t always rely on others. That’s the only way to survive and have the ability to deal with unexpected situations.”
Erlyn had one more thing she didn’t dare to say.
That beautiful and charming Amelia Barlen was definitely not an easy character.
Having Ifia stay by her side was like a naive little rabbit being carried in the mouth of a fierce beast, always at risk of being swallowed whole.
Just thinking about that scene, Erlyn couldn’t bear it, so she advised from the side, hoping Ifia would understand her intentions.
However, evidently, Ifia didn’t understand.
When Erlyn mentioned Amelia going out, she felt a bit dazed. Because there was a particularly strong and lingering sense of unease in her heart, which hadn’t dissipated until now, making Ifia somewhat regretful.
If only she had followed Amelia out of the palace earlier!
Ever since coming to this world, Ifia felt that her intuitions… were mostly accurate for good things and especially accurate for bad things!
Especially in such a terrifying situation like the present one, it had never occurred before!
This made Ifia lose interest in cooking, feeling extremely anxious. However, she couldn’t tell others that she was uneasy due to a bad premonition. She could only force a smile at Erlyn.
“Erlyn, thank you for your concern. I might be feeling a bit unwell because I didn’t rest well last night.”
“Oh, is that so? Then quickly…”
Erlyn was about to say something when the kitchen door was anxiously pushed open from outside.
Immediately, a voice filled with tension rang out, “Erlyn, quickly have the cooks and assistants return to their quarters. The palace has initiated a red alert! You have half an hour, hurry!”
“Oh my God!”
As soon as the words “red alert” were heard, Erlyn couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
Having worked in the palace for over a decade, she naturally knew about some of the special rules of the Taric Palace. In extremely urgent and dangerous situations, three different colors of alerts would appear.
From low to high, they were blue, yellow, and red—increasing in severity!
Encountering a red alert, which had never happened before, left Erlyn somewhat bewildered. Without waiting for further urging, she quickly instructed the kitchen staff to retreat to their quarters to take cover.
“A red alert! What on earth is happening in the palace?”
“Could it be someone trying to overthrow the monarchy, forming a private army to attack?”
“Impossible. Maybe wild beasts from the Dark Forest have come out. After all, the palace is not far from the forest.”
“Stop talking, quickly hide!”
For a moment, the kitchen turned chaotic, filled with noise and confusion.
Ifia, who was initially anxious and uneasy, now seemed less lost and more relieved than before. There was a sense of reassurance that finally, the anticipated moment had come!
Hearing there was still half an hour of safety, Ifia hastily bid farewell to Erlyn and quickly left the kitchen, heading back towards her room.
The distance between her accommodation and the kitchen wasn’t short, but a ten-minute walk could get her there.
However, with the red alert issued, Ifia wished she had a pair of wings to swiftly return and take cover in her room!
“Help…help!”
However, the journey back was not without challenges, various unexpected incidents kept arising.
After briskly walking halfway, Ifia passed by the palace of the ninth prince, the sibling of Princess Sissi. The usually closed courtyard door was now wide open, and a weak woman lay on the ground, pale and trembling, raising her hand for help.
Ifia’s pace slowed down.
Although she couldn’t bear to stand idly by, her past experiences of helping others always ending up in mishaps made Ifia raise her guard like a hedgehog with all its spines standing on end. She was cautious.
Once bitten by a snake, one is scared at the sight of a well-rope for ten years.
She definitely didn’t want to be fooled again!!!
Therefore, Ifia had just thought of hastening her steps to leave and then informing other palace residents to come help. However, before she could lift her foot, she keenly noticed that the weak woman could no longer control the emergence of sharp fangs and eyes gradually turning blood-red.
This was no longer the appearance of a human…
Oh no, she knew it!!!
Luckily, she didn’t go closer.
Good people don’t live long!
Seeing the woman still staring at her intently, it seemed like she was ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.
Ifia felt as if she were being targeted by a hungry wolf. If she dared to lift her foot or turn around, this vicious wolf would seize her throat and tear her into pieces.
So, how can she escape?!