CHAPTER 73 (1) - It was Originally my Position

"…" Petronilla was frightened by the words of the street vendor. She had a flustered expression on as she looked at the old woman in a black robe. The old woman had grown her white hair out to her chest, and for some unknown reason looked quite bizarre in her black robe. Petronilla stuttered as she asked, "That… What does that mean?..."

"…"

"Is not anyone afraid of a future that has not come? Street vendor, you seem to be implying that this is not the case."

"You are right, my Lady. But you know..." The old woman laughed, revealing that only a few of her teeth were left. "Not everyone would let a good opportunity pass by without even trying to grab a hold of it, my Lady. Even if one was afraid of the future that is yet to come."

"…" When Petronilla went pale, while looking like a person whose mind had been pierced and her thoughts read, Rothesay looked her over to make sure she was okay, but Petronilla just nodded once to show that she was alright.