Robert's POV:

Sam's expression froze for a moment. "Why can't you people cherish things? You really are a waste."

As we spoke, a maid approached, holding the clothes Alice had just changed out of.

"Is she asleep?"

"Her Highness just fell asleep. I gave her a bit of the sedative Dr. Sam provided. She probably won't wake up until tomorrow."

"Good." I nodded. "Take good care of her, and let me know if anything happens."

After the maid's figure disappeared from view, Sam whispered, "What are your plans for those two scums?"

To be honest, I hadn't thought about it yet. It seemed a bit of a waste to kill...