Allen Lyuyaru stood there, looking at the fallen girl with a mixture of confusion, incomprehension, and worry. Then she looked at Sevatlana and Gibanelli as they entered through the grand gate of the palace. Sevatlana jumped up and dramatically grabbed Romalin, cradling her face in her hands. "My dear Romalin!" she cried, her voice filled with anxiety and fear.

"My dear Romalin! Oh my God! I've killed my maid! How stupid, naive, and selfish I am! Oh God, what have I done with my life?!" She sobbed dramatically.

While everyone was stunned, Gibanelli stood there with her hands on her chest, clicking her tongue.

"Mother, don't worry, she's alive! She just fainted. I can still feel her body heat and her aura too!"

Sevatlana blinked in surprise and laughed nervously. Her exaggerated demeanor gave way to spontaneous realization.

"Ah, so... so she's alive! Aha! I understand! I understand!" She hears Romalin's soft moans as she unconsciously leans towards Svetlana's gentle touch on her grandfather.

Allen's tail trails behind him, and he glances at Lyuyaro with a surprised, almost bewildered look.

"Wait a minute! What's with our maid? Well, that was a dramatic entrance, worthy of a Nobel Prize, I don't know in which category, but this is strange," he remarks, scratching his head slightly and gesturing towards Romalin, who lies reclining, gently cradled in Svetlana's hands, careful to ensure the little girl's comfort. Her hair is covered with daisy petals and a little dust, and her arm has a small cut. Her eyes are closed in weariness and pain.