With puffy eyes Lyra came out of her room, wearing a beautiful white dress. Her hair was tied tightly like a beautiful princess, wearing various kinds of beautiful and expensive jewelry.
But all that could not ease the sadness of her, who assumed that she would soon die.
Gena and Ella followed her sadly, staring at her beautiful back but shaking violently. Her legs sometimes stumbled as if they had lost all their strength. Again and again, they saw her mumbling something incoherent, as well as mentioning various names they did not recognize.
Mrs. Melisa led them at the front, walking upright even though she seemed hesitant and a little afraid. She carried an order that would decide one's fate, just like the several times when the maids who touched Duke Kleo were executed. All the images of those moments played back, like a cassette with sophisticated technology, making it even seem as if she could feel the smell as well as the weather of those days.
