"The Princess cried?"
Staring at the shut door of the bedroom, Aphia and Eleanor, the two young girls, exchanged bewildered looks.
When Ivyst returned to the Bartleion Mansion, it was already late at night, and all the servants were stirred, coming out to greet her.
But what they received was an unmerciful reprimand.
Only Aphia, who was quite close to her, was anxiously pulling Eleanor along, silent and following behind her.
Their unintentional glances allowed them to faintly sense that the Princess's mood seemed to be at its worst. Even the reddening around her eyes was barely perceptible.
"Get out."
Ivyst's cold voice rang as she entered the room, then she promptly closed the door tightly behind her.
Soon after, the familiar sound of things being thrown around could be heard from the room, faintly mixed with sobs.
She really did cry.
Aphia looked at Eleanor, feeling somewhat sad.