In the morning, Pihu reached the outskirts of the great Britain. She was mesmerized by that place's beauty. The place she has only seen in paintings is right in front of her eyes.

She knew the language well thanks to her education. Her Desi servant clothes were being outshined by simple yet gorgeous dresses of commoners and few small nobels "Excuse me, is there any hotel where I can spend the night" she asked a female worker in a nervous voice "yeah, you can go to Golden rose , they are really famous among travelers" she replied giving her directions.