"Thank you, Eilika, for clearing my confusion. You are right. I shall be honest with her instead of playing in loops," Sylvian stated. "Ahh, look, the sky has turned bad again."
"It is the season of rain, Your Highness," Eilika answered, smiling.
"Yes. I will be leaving for the capital soon, so I need to tell Iliana today. I take my leave then," Sylvian said, turning to depart when Eilika stopped him.
"I will pack some cookies for Iliana. Give them to her," she offered.
"She is a baker herself," Sylvian remarked with a chuckle.
"Yes, but Your Highness cannot go empty-handed," Eilika answered firmly. "You can wait in the main hall below. I will be there soon."
Sylvian nodded in agreement and walked ahead toward the grand staircase.
