The maidservant supervisor with black hair and dress walked along the corridor illuminated by soft light, the rhythmic tapping of boots echoing in Lord Bomai's ears. The crisp sound even began to cool his overly turbulent mind. Realizing that his mental state was indeed gradually improving, this noble from the inner court couldn't help but look at the other party, "Miss Diana, thank you for your mental solace..."
"A mere trifle—as your earlier state was not suitable for meeting His Majesty," the maidservant supervisor said indifferently, then stopped in front of the door, "Go in, His Majesty is waiting for you."
Unbeknownst to him, they had arrived at the end of the corridor.
