At two-thirty on Monday afternoon, Angel locked herself in the study beside her bedroom so she could join this week's Tarot Club meeting at any moment.
To the butler and servants, this was their mistress's regular afternoon reading time. Without explicit orders or a dire emergency, no one would disturb her.
That did not mean Angel could relax. She sat at her desk reading the day's papers, focusing on entertainment and local Backlund news. These were the subjects that interested high society and would give her something to discuss with professors, lawyers, and noblewomen at the week's salons and dinners.
Of course, she sometimes took a nap in the study's reclining chair.
"I feel busier than I used to... In Tingen, all I had to do was show up for work on time and manage a few simple relationships. When I first came to Backlund, my time was my own apart from the Demoness Sect's assignments. Once I went to sea, I spent most of my time traveling at a leisurely pace... High society looks glamorous, but it's a life of constant work..."
Angel muttered as her gaze passed over a local story in the Backlund Post.
"An accidental explosion on Dillam Street in Backlund Bridge Borough killed several senior gang members... Usually, accidents like that aren't accidents. I wonder who they crossed. Was it revenge by another gang, or did a Beyonder step in?"
Finding it dull, she folded the newspaper and set it on the desk. She took a sip of coffee that had gone a little cold and waited for the Tarot Club meeting at three.
"I'm already losing interest in 'ordinary' news... Is this an effect of advancing to a High Sequence? At the ball the night before last, I laughed to myself at Miss Hazel