Shura Field?

"Ailin, I've already thought it through. We... huh?"

Mary had lowered her head and was rapidly rehearsing the speech she had prepared when she suddenly wrinkled her nose. Catching a strong scent of roses, she froze, looked up, and screamed as if she had seen a ghost:

"Why are you here?!!"

The one who opened the door was not Ailin, but Philippa Eilhart.

She looked sleepy, languidly clad in a rose-red silk nightgown.

The nightgown's neckline plunged low, exposing a generous expanse of full, snowy-white flesh as she casually opened the door.

"Why can't it be me?" Philippa Eilhart leaned alluringly against the doorframe, curling her lips with interest. "My residence in Kaer Morhen is right here. Who did you expect to open the door for you?"

"Of course A..." Mary blurted out instinctively, but immediately cut herself off and glared at Philippa Eilhart in displeasure. "Why should I tell you?"

"And this isn't your residence either. The school arranged a private room for you, right next to Lady Tissaia de Vries's. Wait, where's Ailin?"

As something suddenly occurred to her, Mary stared fixedly at the snowy whiteness before Philippa Eilhart's chest. Her heart seemed to stop, and her pretty face instantly turned deathly pale.

Her body swayed slightly as she shoved past Philippa Eilhart and rushed into the room.

The carpet, the folding screen, the rubies...

The broad, soft bed covered in a velvet wine-red blanket was perfectly neat.

The scent of rose essential oil in the air did not grow stronger after she entered the room. Instead, it became much fainter.

Mary's face instantly flushed red. Her delicate cheeks puffed up with anger like a goldfish constantly blowing bubbles.

"Philippa Eilhart, this kind of prank isn't funny. It's incredibly boring."

Mary glared furiously at Philippa Eilhart.

"Hahaha." Philippa