I leaned back on the chair, clenching the glass of wine in my hand tightly.
The air within the office room felt cold and detached from the chaos outside.
My eyes, though tired, remained glued to the glass.
"I still don't understand."
A voice echoed in the room, taking my attention.
I looked up, finding a blonde elf sitting opposite me with her hand massaging her head.
"What is it?" I asked Diana, taking a sip of the wine.
She looked up at me before she let out a sigh.
"How did they get inside the palace?"
She whispered softly.
"It's like they know the place thoroughly."
"..."
I kept my silence as I gulped the wine at once.
'It's probably Yennefer.'
I thought, leaning further into the chair.
It's already night in Alfheim and I have been staying in the guest house.
The funeral for Pasithea's parents will happen in the morning.
But…
'Not before she is crowned as the new queen.'
It's weird.
There has been no opposition to the decision.
