"Princess."
The footsteps stopped outside the walnut door, followed by a woman's voice, it was the female knight who Brand had seen the other day, resembling his Senior Sister. "Nemesia?" Griffine was arranging her hair with one hand, smoothing out the creases in her gown from the previous confrontation with the other.
"And the old minister, Princess." A deep and decisive voice answered.
"Lord Overwell." Griffine exhaled lightly, in just a few seconds she returned to calm, "Please wait a moment, I was preparing to sleep... Alright, please come in." The door swung open, and outside stood the cold-faced Nemesia and Overwell, Sir Wolf looked as if he had been rained on or had just returned from outside, his clothes soaked.
Nemesia casually closed the door, and Overwell immediately said, "Princess, Macaro and the others have gone to meet Little Majesty -"
