To Oenothera's surprise, they weren't in an inn.
she found herself in a hall with three doors.
The princess didn't know where she should go.
Suddenly, she heard voices behind one door.
It was a dining-room.
Everyone was there.
Alyssum was playing with a black cat.
Uncle Elm was standing not far from the boy.
They were also wearing Junah's clothes.
Mansur was sitting at the table
and chatting excitedly with a man.
"Oh, you're up, princess Oenothera!"
exclaimed a woman's voice behind her.
Oenothera turned around abruptly.
"H—How do you know who I am?" she asked.
"Oh, I know everything!"
answered a plump woman in her 50s.
"I know that the boy is a crown prince of Flowerland
and that that young man is our king."
The woman laughed, "Don't look so mistrustful!
"I'm not someone suspicious—"
"Darling, why are you standing there?
Come here..." said the man
who was talking with Mansur just a moment ago.
"Oh, isn't that princess Oenothera?"
he said, having noticed her. "She is beautiful!
and the costume you chose suits her well.
You really have a good taste for that, your majesty!"
Oenothera looked at everyone