"When the prince returned with the magic sword, he became braver than ever. Everyone who had woken up at this time was frantically trying to split up to find the Prince, when they saw him coming, holding a shining and extremely beautiful sword in his left hand, and his right hand was bandaged with a white ribbon. One saw this, pointed to his right hand, and asked: "My Prince, what's wrong with your right hand?"

The Prince calmly replied:

"Last night, while everyone here was still sleeping, I was helped by the god."

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, some even thought that the Prince didn't get enough sleep last night. so it turned out like this: tired and rambling. An elderly soldier was about to approach him to get something to eat, then lay down and rest, when he shook his head resolutely, then raised his sword and said:

"Here's proof, I'm fully awake. This sword is a divine help and guidance for me. I have to cut my blood to get this miracle."

Then he held out his bandaged right hand for everyone to see. At first there were doubts and doubts in his eyes, but then it all disappeared. who is glad now, but not so glad as the Prince, who leads the army, surely, he thought to himself, I must win this battle for sure, I cannot lose another man."

Then, at this point, she suddenly stopped talking, all three of them were absorbed in her story and her story was like waking up from a dream, the three of them looked at Grandma in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

She spoke, a part of her feeling extremely disappointed. Her sister sobbed.

"Grandma, tell me more. I want to hear more."

"Grandma thinks it's time for your sisters to go to bed. It's late."

Grandma said and stood up and walked down the hallway, disappearing. At that time, he also stood up, held her sister's hand, and said:

"Let me take you to your room, then he turned out to her, "you too Sabrina, come on."

Her sisters stood up, slowly followed him down the hallway leading to the bedroom, step by step up the cold granite stairs, finally reaching a room with a large oak door, he gently pushed open the door for her sisters to enter.

"Here's your room."

He said and stepped aside, her sisters entering and looking around. It is a room large enough for two people, the walls are painted ivory white to look beautiful, the floor is wooden, but it is also quite ancient and mysterious. Two beds are placed parallel to each other, in the middle is a small cabinet with a beautiful night light above it, emitting a soft golden light. She saw that her sisters' luggage, backpacks, and bags were already brought up to the room, lying neatly in the middle of the room.