We took the towel and dried ourselves off the best that we could, but our clothes were still a bit wet since it was the middle of autumn.
If we stayed like this, there was no doubt that we would catch a cold.
I couldn't help feeling regret over following the princess in.
If I had stopped her, perhaps none of this would have happened.
If the princess was to catch a cold, then there was no doubt that I would be the one blamed for this and the prince and the king would retaliate on me…
I should think of a way to dry us off while we still could.
But before I could do anything, the butler led us to the side where he had already set up a shelter with a roaring fire inside of it. As long as we stayed by the fire, it would warm us up and it would dry off our clothes.
As long as we stayed here, then there was no doubt that we would be able to dry off and keep warm.
It was just…how did the butler know to prepare this?
