"Ah, Holy Mary! Why has such a terrible thing happened..."
The Sicilian princess covered her mouth in shock, wanting to look out the window but too afraid to even lift her head, huddling in the corner of her seat, incessantly crying, "His Highness the Crown Prince was attacked because he came to pick me up; it's all my fault... Wuu... It's all because of me..."
Next to her, Ambassador Timothy warily glanced outside, swiftly drew the curtains, and then handed a handkerchief to the princess, admonishing her in a somewhat agitated, low voice, "Your Highness, please stay calm, this has nothing to do with you."
Having a handkerchief to wipe away her tears made Maria cry even more fiercely, "What will I do if His Highness the Crown Prince has an accident?"
"No, that won't happen," Timothy said hurriedly, trying to reassure her, "Listening to those gunshots, they should've been fired from a long distance. Even if the Crown Prince was hit, it shouldn't be fatal."