Dorothy ultimately failed to find the true nature of the murderous aura, and at this point it was getting late. As a qualified gentleman, it was time for her to take the lady home.
The floral carriage turned around, heading back the way it had come, still as unassuming as ever. Passersby seemed to ignore the carriage's existence, yet they effortlessly moved aside when it passed by.
"Miss, I actually didn't much care for that 'Romeo and Juliet' story we just heard,"
On the way, Sophia, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up.
"It's indeed a good story, just not really to my taste," she added, likely afraid of offending the miss, since the miss had written the script after all.
But Dorothy didn't mind; she didn't get angry and even nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, I don't like it much either. I chose it merely because it was sufficiently excellent and useful," she said truthfully.
