"The visit to the graves is over. They're leaving."
Puer had been sitting on the bedroom windowsill, watching what was happening below.
After paying their respects at the ancestral cemetery in Allen Manor, Prince York and his party prepared to return to the Royal Palace.
With two servants carefully supporting him, the elderly Prince York was helped into the car.
"I think Her Majesty kept deliberately dragging out that plan earlier because she might have been hoping to outlast her son, waiting for him to fail first so he could swallow the seed."
No one responded to Puer, and she continued on her own:
"Although this race against time between mother and son still hasn't produced a clear winner, what truly defeated Her Majesty was time itself. As she grew older, she lost the will to keep competing.
"Because death was drawing closer and closer, her fear of dying overwhelmed her unease about swallowing that seed.
"Although I still don't know what that seed is, judging by comparison..." Puer raised her tail and bit it. "It must be something very terrifying."
At that moment, Judiya also prepared to get into the car. She would be riding with her grandfather.
Before getting in, Judiya stopped, turned, and looked toward the third floor of the Ancient Castle behind her, where she saw the black cat sitting on the windowsill.
The girl and the cat briefly met each other's eyes.
Then Judiya got into the car.
"Oh, heavens, what a darling little sweetheart you are to your great-great-grandmother."
An indulgent smile spread across Puer's face.
She liked this young girl, who stood firmly by her convictions despite being in the enemy camp, and who possessed astonishing talent. To some extent, Puer understood her sense of belonging to her Families.
"One day, I'll bring