It's been an hour, Oliver deliberately waited and hoped that Simon's killer would come back to get rid of his body and that's when she would get her revenge.
Oliver is not afraid of anything because even though her body is small, Oliver believes that her strength is strong enough to avenge the killer who killed Simon.
But the longer Oliver waited, only the wind that blew from the gap in the tower came against her body and made her tears dry just as much as Simon's blood had dried up.
Oliver sighed heavily, she turned and looked at Simon's pale face, bowed her head again, and shed tears again.
Among the other great magicians, Simon is the closest to her so she feels very lost now but she can't protect him, she can't even move Simon's body and bury him properly.
"What should I do?" Oliver asked and hoped that Simon would answer her question even if it was impossible.
"Do you think we will win?"