Marina hesitated for a moment, looked down at her fingers, and muttered: "Alright then... but I really like the blue one."
The mayor's wife immediately beamed with satisfaction, quickly patting her hand: "I knew you'd be obedient! Valeriy, hurry up and iron that yellow dress and bring it to the miss!"
The mother-daughter conflict had just subsided, while Bakarjin, standing by, had long been impatient.
He received the Sword of Honor from the servant's audience, put on his small leather boots, and was about to head out: "We'll talk later if there's anything. By now, the heads of the villages should all be here, and I need to lead them to pay respects to the imperial envoy."
"Go quickly! Remember to be careful with your words. If the imperial envoy needs anything, send someone back to inform me immediately."
