"Lord Robby, walk slower. You're going too fast."
The Queen immediately complained. But even if she said that, if we were walking through the commoner district, we had to walk twice as fast as usual or we would never arrive.
"Queen, even if you say that, if we're walking through the commoner district, we have to walk twice as fast as usual or we will never arrive."
"Eh, really?"
"Yes. According to my calculation, the distance from the noble district gate to the shop is more than a mile."
"Well, do I really have to walk that far? Isn't there a closer shop?"
"Queen, I know that, but I don't know any shops closer than that. Besides, the committee already knows we're going there, so they're probably setting up security measures. It would be better to have you walk or give up on walking and go by carriage."
I begged her, and she said,
"I understand. But if I walk fast, my feet might hurt."
