The next morning it was raining from the start, so all plans were canceled. I simply delivered the usual medicine to the Queen in the morning and that was the end of it. Just walking inside the Royal Palace and Rear Palace drew too many eyes, so I couldn't walk much; she was left to practice on her own. As a result, I studied. Tohoho.
The following day the rain was even stronger. The walk was of course canceled, the restaurant visit was postponed yet again, and my departure to the Mainz Kingdom was also postponed. Was this really all right? I wondered, but it seemed it was fine. No matter how much I fretted, everything was settled once His Majesty the King (or Lord Richelieu?) gave the word. I was merely moving on the palm of their hand. As an unnecessary aside, they must have been preparing the ingredients for the Queen to eat at the restaurant — what were they doing with them? If everyone was enjoying them, that would be fine, but maybe someone had stored them in a magic bag.
