Sitting on a balcony in a suite room I rented in the best hotel, I enjoyed the Capital City's night scenery while drinking a glass of wine. It was normal wine, not fancy, but enough to allow me to enjoy this moment.
It had been two hours since I contacted Beatrice, and only a while ago did she contact me again, saying that Eve suddenly asked for her to hear her worries.
I allowed the primordial Succubus to accompany the Queen a bit longer, as hearing her might let her get more information. Queen Eve might have changed her mind about the coronation if Beatrice refused to hear her.
Watching many people walk around the street, stopping at stalls to buy food, and some travelers stopping at hotels made me think of one thing.