When night fell, the uninvited guests in the royal palace gathered in the Avolire palace. Thanks to Silvia, who allowed them to use her space, which Fabian requested, they didn't have to sneak around like rats.
Silvia looked at the people coming into the garden of the Avolire palace. She had ordered everyone to leave the palace, but she somehow regretted her decision. Coming into the garden from all directions were familiar faces and new ones. Her eyes landed on the petite woman with very long silver hair, which she assumed would sweep the floor if it wasn't tied up. Still, the faint ringing of the bell attached to her ponytail somehow left an impression on Silvia.
From the opposite direction was a child with the same white hair. He looked to be around ten, a little younger than her nephew, Claude. In just one glance, Silvia immediately caught the uncanny resemblance of the child to her brother, who stood in the middle of the garden.
