Selma Payne's POV:
"I think this time I will stand on Aldrich and the two Majesties' sides," Dorothy said. "You must return to the palace for an examination, test your strength, and find a way to dispel its side effects. I don't want to see my best friend become a crazy woman. If you become like Adele, I promise I won't visit you at the sanatorium."
"Don't be so cruel," I mumbled. "Aren't you afraid some crazy doctor will cut off my frontal lobe? "
Dorothy's face turned serious. "I think the owner of that pine tree is a frivolous demon. It made you a frivolous person!"
I could only correct my attitude.
"I am not against it," I said. "But what about your eyes?"
"There might not be a solution even if we stay here," Dorothy said, shaking her head indifferently. "Otherwise, Mullwica wouldn't be so weak that her son assassinated her."
