The next morning, Dalia was firmly looking down while sitting in an Ether-driven carriage that was taking them to the location given in the invitation.
Helena had a broad smile on her face as she looked out the window. The sun was just peeking out of the clouds, and because the actual ceremony was slated for noon, there weren't too many people on the road they were traveling on.
They had had the option to directly teleport to the location, but both of them had refused as they tended to spew out the contents of their stomachs whenever they went through the ordeal of teleportation.
Hence, even though it meant that they would have to start out very early in the morning to travel all the way to the border, they had done so after packing a portable touch-up kit which they could use after reaching their destination.
Before, they had never used to care about their appearance, but, now, just like Eloise had said, they represented something important. So, they had picked up a few simple skills just so that they could look presentable instead of looking like two people who had been traveling for hours.
As the sunlight hit her face, Helena squinted and looked to the side to see her daughter in that position.
Putting her hand around the girl who had opted to wear a gorgeous red dress with a simple, pearl pendant, she said, "Don't be nervous! It's been months since you've seen him. Just act like yourself."
Of course, this had no effect whatsoever, which made Helena sigh and remember her own childhood crush- a woodcutter in her village around whom she had always used to get flustered till she grew up and grew out of it.
Just like that, she knew that this would pass, but the problem was that they were soon going to be in a public place right near the King where the entire scene was going to be broadcasted live for hundreds of thousands of people to see.
The surprising thing was that too much advertising hadn't gone into this program. It had all been very secretive and hush-hush, and even though it had bee clear that the King was going to unveil some kind of transportation system, no one knew any further details.
Over both forms of the Network, only a very brief line had been used to build up the hype: "Prepare to see the future," along with today's date and the word 'Noon' below it.
This kind of crisp, clean advertising had worked surprisingly well: all over the continent, anticipation was at an all-time high, mainly because everyone wanted to find out what was being concealed so well.
Looking at her daughter again, Helena decided that she would handle this delicately.
With that intention in mind, she was just going to launch into a story about her own crush, when she suddenly felt something strange and stopped.
They had rented a large carriage with 4 seats, two on each side, just so that they could have spacious leg room over the long journey. All the little girls and boys in their house were due to leave a half hour before the appointed time via teleportation, so they were alone right now.
Only, when she looked down, she saw a pair of feet adorned in hand-made shoes.
"Hello, ladies."
Even though the voice sounded familiar, she shrieked with shock and was about to forcefully catch hold of her daughter and jump out, thinking that some rapist or murderer might have managed to appear in front of them, in this way, so as to abduct them.
Only, weirdly, it was her daughter who had a calm reaction.
"Mom, calm down! It's the King!
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