Lowering his head well and holding firmly to Ibven's hand, Jimmien left the market through one of the side doors, being directed by the witches that were found inside the market, who offered them their help.
—Great Sha, please try to keep your head down, so no one will be able to recognize you —one of the witches asked in a whisper.
—It would be problematic if someone finds out that you are the king and you are here now —said the other young woman who accompanied them at that moment.
Hearing those words, Jimmien could not help but wrinkle his nose slightly. He was a king, should he lower his head? Not feeling at ease but knowing it was necessary, Jimmien kept his eyes down, stumbling forward, unable to clearly see the direction in which they were going, only being able to be guided by I
