Lanchi the Examiner Sets Out

The living room of Lanqi's Dormitory.

On this rain-shrouded afternoon, the world seemed covered by a faint veil of blue gauze.

The rain outside sounded like a gentle lullaby, tapping against the windows before dripping from the eaves. The white noise was clear and tranquil.

Talia was leaning against the sofa, as though none of the world's troubles had anything to do with her.

Her gaze rested on the newspaper in her hands as she concentrated on reading the day's stories and news in the Hutton Times.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening came from the hallway. Then Lanchi emerged, carrying a suitcase.

Talia glanced briefly at Lanchi.

She looked especially elegant beneath the lights. Her smooth gray hair spilled over her shoulders, lending her an unhurried domestic grace.

"I'm ready. We can set out later."

Lanchi placed the suitcase by the Entrance Hall and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

"I was ready long ago."

Talia spoke without a hint of inflection.

She had very little luggage and had packed it before coming to Lanchi's house.

Although Lanchi had said she could use the workshop where the Poet of Great Love had once lived, she felt that she would only be staying at Lanchi's house for a few days. Most of the time, she could turn back into Magic Cards to reduce her energy consumption, so there was no need to set aside a room for her.

After all, she was not really going to move into Lanchi's house.

"Any news?"

Lanchi looked at the newspaper's front page and asked.

"It seems the Dimensional Bishop and the Destruction Bishop have started fighting again."

Talia read aloud from the article before her.

Upon hearing this, Lanchi sat down beside her with some interest and glanced at