Meanwhile, on a beautiful evening, Joanna was practicing in the mansion's backyard. She seemed focused, but not on her training; her mind was preoccupied with the issues her country was facing.
"Darn it, I was so close to finding the answer," she muttered, slashing at the straw dummies that were now in disarray. "Why did I have to halt my investigation halfway?"
"What investigation, Madam?" Rosaline asked curiously.
Joanna was startled by Rosaline's sudden presence. "What are you doing here?" she asked annoyed, berating herself for not being more careful. "I thought you were just napping in the library."
Indeed, on paper, Rosaline was a maid. That was the only reason she could remain in her mother-in-law's house, as she was a native Altaran.
"Don't tell me you'll ask about your daughter again. I've told you she's fine and recovering quickly. Apparently, her handsome, kind, and genius husband made the medicine for her," Joanna rambled on.