THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW
It's evening and Conal Achak is outside of Haxe's small house. Conal Achal is looking to the dark sky. Haxe walks towards him and sit beside him.
Conal Achak's wounds are healed. He can move properly now. He wants to go back to the palace. But his healed wounds have traces. Still, Miracle will see it. He sighed because of that thought.
“Are you okay, Your Highness?” Haxe asked him.
“Yeah, I just can't go back to the palace. She might see the trace of my healed wounds. I want this trace to disappear before I go back. It's been a long time since I saw her. The winter is near,” Conal Achak responded.
“Yeah . . .“
“Until now, I can't easily fix the mess I didn't do. I can't build the fruit farm now. Maybe, next year,” Conal Achak said.
“Don't be sad, Your H
