"Where is my nana?" Tilda asked anxiously, not wanting to leave without her.
Josh had said they would soon be out once they reached that wall. But all this time, she hadn't seen her nana.
Tilda pursed her lips stubbornly. They wouldn't be fooling her, right?
Josh continuously advanced, carrying the worried girl on his back: "princess, I swear on my life that she's on her way. In another 15 or so minutes, she should be here. But if we don't leave now, it'll only delay our time to flee the palace's perimeters later on."
Tilda's face beamed.
If one took an oath or swore, it generally meant they were serious. These times were superstitious times with beliefs, and people worshipped many they believed were gods.
Listening to Josh's words, Tilda sighed from relief, squashing most of her worries.
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~Din. Din. Din. Din~
