Dila, still swaying slightly from weakness, said sharply to the maid, "You know what… forget it!. Just leave us alone!. I don't need your help!, and I don't need you!. Sorry if I was in your way—please, step aside. I want to go outside."
The maid hesitated for a moment, then quickly stepped aside, bowing deeply again while murmuring, "Sorry… sorry…"
Fran, still close to Dila and assisting her, smiled slyly and thought in her head, You better beware… Sister Dila is only mine. Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she glanced toward the maid, subtly weaving her body to subtly assert her presence without saying a word aloud.
As they reach outside and stepped into the open garden, careful to remain unnoticed, an elderly elf gardener came into view. He hummed softly to himself, "Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm!" as he gently watered the flowers, eyes closed in peaceful focus.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he opened his eyes. "Ohhh… what brings you here, Princess?" he asked warmly.
