The old witch left the Queen's residence, which belonged to Lord Baya but had become a completely independent territory under the guard of the royal army.
After passing through a narrow alley, the witch's figure disappeared.
Next, several old women resembling the witch would appear in scattered corners of the territory, drawing the attention of any potential trackers until they completely diverted their gaze.
The proud Queen might never have intended to perform such despicable acts, but this had become the witch's way of surviving.
Half a day after her figure disappeared in a certain tunnel, she finally emerged outside the city, where a warhorse, prepared in advance, awaited her arrival.
A young boy was responsible for watching the horse.
"Good boy," chuckled the witch, using a bell-like, melodious laugh that could easily be mistaken for the voice of the boy's sister, "This is what you deserve."
She handed him a coin.
