Bab 469: A Hearing

After a relatively short car ride, the car pulled up in front of a petite flower shop with a simple white sign to identify it. The little shop was situated between two calm-looking stalls with fewer people walking down the street than they'd gotten used to in the city.

Aside from the dainty sign, the rest spoke for itself, roaring louder than the meagre label. For the flowers that lined the door shone with a radiant colour healthier than Beatrice had ever thought possible. They almost looked artificial just looking at them, but then again, the rich scent of nature was unmistakable.

Neither was the smell of divine energy humming lightly in the air.

'This is the place,' the woman thought to herself. 'It feels just like it did when I pried into the prince's connection with his future mate.'

Beatrice was positive she'd come to the right place… yet her nerves wouldn't let her relax.