69 THERE'S AN IMPOSTOR AMONG US

"YOUR ROYAL Highness, aren't we going to walk around?"

"Are we in a rose garden to walk around, Rubin Drayton?" Neoma lazily said while she was sitting under a black tree with dry, dark brown leaves. It was a surprise but Rubin lent her his handkerchief for her to sit on a while ago. Yeah it was strange, but she accepted his "kindness" because that kind of attitude was normal for well-mannered nobles. "We just have to stay here and wait to be rescued."

The place was very sketchy so walking around wouldn't ge a good idea.

All the trees around them were dead. And she wasn't even surprised because the soil was as dry as Emperor Nikolai's sense of humor. Well, they were in hell so what would she expect from that place?

Anyway...

To be honest, even though she said that she was just waiting to be rescued, it wasn't like she wasn't doing anything.