The evening was desperate to see Vrinda Simard coming back. The colour of the sky was happy as if it had welcomed the warrior. The clouds were also happy to see Jane Dover stop crying. But there was a wrinkle on Vrinda Simard's forehead.
Jane Dover lowered her head, "Today was the coronation of Darius and you did not attend it. I did not like it." His voice was low. She wanted to express her sadness.
"Darius was coronated?"
"No."
"Coronation... Liron attacked me... I don't understand what you want to say."
She looked at him with her gentle smile, "You were tired and fell asleep. So maybe you don't know anything."
Vrinda Simard fell into a daze for a while.
"If you had come back, you should have come there for a while."
"But I have just returned to the palace."
"You..."
"After returning, first of all, I asked about you and came here."
"So didn't you come back in the morning?" She was surprised.