The following day.
After eating breakfast.
Grandma and Olga were having a conversation in the living room of their home in Laswich Mountain.
Olga's eyes widened in disbelief. "Huh? Is that your plan?"
"Yup, that's right!" Azere said confidently.
Olga was shaking her head. "But it sound stupid for me! Although we suffered with our looks for many years - I still want to continue living! I don't want to die too early! Those witches will devour us in no time!" she protested.
Azere sighed deeply. "But it's the only way to get into the castle so that we will know what truly happened to Mother!" she insisted. Trying to make her friend see that they don't have many options left in their hands.
"The chances of succeeding with your plan are slim. What if they will kill us on the spot?" Olga said worriedly.
"They won't!" Azere assured her.
"How can you be so sure?" Olga asked.
