The sun rose up in the sky in the outer world, but Rosina wasn't able to sleep since she was busy reviewing the Palace plans.
"Huh? Their plan is simple. They're confident they will win against the 13th pack," Rosina muttered while drinking her warm milk.
"Well, they have more numbers compared to the 13th pack now," Rosina stated upon remembering the loss of the Sabrecrown pack in the first war with the 13th pack.
Rosina's eyes glanced toward Mari's sleeping form. She sighed and wondered how Pepe would react if she presented Mari later to him.
"If he's that desperate to have a Queen. He will accept her," Rosina shrugged and hid the papers in the drawer.
Rosina went to Vanda's room and saw her sleeping peacefully in her bed. She smirked when an idea strikes in her mind. She grabbed a pillow and walked beside Vanda.
A smirk laced on Rosina's lips as she pressed the pillow on Vanda's head firmly, suffocating her.
“The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk.”