"Oh no, what should I do? Ely is mad at me. Naughty mouth, why do you sometimes blurt out many things out of control?" Evelyn was pacing back and forth inside her tent with some anxiety. She patted her mouth as if she blamed her naughty mouth.
"Are we going to make up tomorrow? Ely can't be mad for too long, can she?" Evelyn muttered with some expectation in her eyes.
"Princess Evelyn, there is someone who wants to meet you. She is Willie, an Intermediate Mage. She said that she wanted to apologize to you." Freya came over to inform.
"Willie? All right, let her in." Evelyn frowned at it and nodded in response.
"Affirmative." Freya put her hand to her chest and bowed slightly. She then went out of the tent.
A moment later, a girl in a bluish mage robe walked in, following Freya.
