The next day, Namara came out of the room in a neat and formal attire. Her hair was neatly styled, a luxurious golden crown perched on her head.
With a raised head and a calm face that seemed indifferent, she walked straight without turning to look at anyone. Its appearance makes anyone who sees it become astonished.
"Miss, where are you going?" Viserra ran after Namara.
"Where's Radyn?" asked Namara.
"Don't know. Looks like he came back home last night."
Finally, Namara looked at one of the palace guards. Then she ordered sternly, "Summon Radyn and all the nobles of the Sun clan!"
"Okay, Miss." The guard immediately obeyed Namara's orders and ran out of the palace.
Meanwhile, Namara resumed her steps. Viserra followed quickly. The little maid had quite a bit of trouble balancing her steps.
"Miss, what's the matter?" Viserra asked in bewilderment.
