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(Planta's POV)
"Camilla! Are you alright? Welcome back!"
As we reached the castle, the King greeted us, or well, his wife, hugging her tightly. A lot happened, but I'm glad we're back on the castle, the King is happy his wife's fine, so it's all good.
"Hi, everything went… well, I suppose," I sighed. "Your majesty, do you feel alright? What about your boy?"
"Our boy is well, he immediately fell asleep after we got back in the castle," said the King. "I'm sure he'll be happy you're back, Camilla."
"Me too," Camilla sighed in relief. "Anyways, a lot happened… But we won. There are… casualties too, but we managed to let most survive."
"That's good. People were lost, I am well aware… But at the very least, many survived too." nodded the King. "Everyone, thank you for everything. Shall we decide the winner of the competition now? Before we go to sleep. We're exhausted."
"Of course your majesty," I nodded. "But…"
