Killing the slave

In the maid's room, Eleanor was straddling the bed as she discussed with the girls.

"I promise the king that I will find out who is the killer of his family," Eleanor divulged, and the girls sharply gasped.

"What?!" Amaya clamored.

"How is that possible?" Willow solicited Eleanor, her eyes bulging at her.

"Won't it best if you just annihilate the king and escape his troubles, how will you find the killer?" Amaya suggests, and Eleanor heavily sighed at the thought.

"Well, I thought about doing that and I decided to kill him but... It's just too difficult as it seems," Eleanor replies, her lip brims wriggling as she collapses flatly on the bed.

Willow and Amaya shared a few knowing looks. Then, Willow feigned a cough and Eleanor thrust herself from the bed.

"Er... Why were you previously unconscious at the parking lot?" Amaya suddenly asked Eleanor, intently remaking the whole topic.

"Umm, I have a car... I mean, I have road phobia that's why," Eleanor publishes to them.

Amaya