When a certain prince kicked the iron-clad head of the queen, and then directed the guards to open the door to invite the robbers, "Princess Veronica" had already led the queen's attendants to find the old king who was reading in the study.
"Hmm?"
Noticing the familiar figure outside the study door, the old king, whose body was covered in rust and even his glass eyeballs had a murky hue, frowned and said:
"Didn't I order you to be locked up for a week? Who let you out?"
"Mother let me out."
Outside the door, the princess gracefully bowed, her green glass eyes full of gratitude, and said:
"Because I knocked over a cabinet and made some noise, mother was worried I might have been hurt inside, so she had me released."
Mother?
After listening to the princess's explanation, the old king's frown did not ease up at all; instead, it furrowed even deeper.
"Veronica."
