Primrose was still questioning the meaning behind Nina's words, but since she didn't say it directly, how could Primrose ask her about it?
Sure, Primrose could use her mind-control ability to force her to speak, but since Nina mentioned the old God, maybe it was better to not act recklessly.
If Nina turned out to be immune to her magic, things could end very badly.
"How many gowns did you bring, Your Majesty?" Nina suddenly asked, snapping Primrose out of her thoughts.
Primrose walked into the dressing room first, and Nina followed behind her.
She took a soft breath and shook her head, trying to push away all the questions crowding her mind.
"Around eight to ten, if I'm not mistaken." Primrose glanced at Marielle, who was peeking nervously from outside the room.
Marielle, who was peeking nervously from outside the room. Lately, Marielle always kept her distance whenever Primrose was surrounded by human maids, and Marielle didn't want to ruin the atmosphere.
