"Your Highness, can you hear it?" Carmin exclaims, her voice filled with urgency as she springs up from her seat. Moe and Phill raise their heads, their attention piqued by Carmin's words, and they turn to look at her.
Zamira, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground, responds with a knowing nod. "That's Jake. He's probably engaged in a fierce battle with someone."
Carmin's worry becomes evident as she continues, her voice laced with concern. "Your Highness, should we simply sit here and wait indefinitely? People are watching us. Can you imagine what they will think of us?"
Moe and Phill silently agree with Carmin's sentiment, their expressions reflecting a mix of frustration and impatience. Internally, Moe grits his teeth, thinking, 'If this were a real fight and not just a game, I'd gladly shut that mouth of hers. Even though it's just a simulation, the pain feels all too real.'
