By my reckoning, there were a little over thirty days left before the Pharaoh's birthday banquet began.
For a major diplomatic event like this, that was already a very tight schedule. Lord Murphy, the hands-off manager, was still leisurely writing all kinds of copy for the new story, but Mirian, who was actually getting things done, was already swamped with choosing a birthday gift for the Pharaoh and making arrangements for the delegation.
After all, this was Transia's first time participating in diplomacy of this scale as an independent political entity since the end of the Ten-Year War. It had to be taken seriously!
Even Professor Malcolm had been urgently summoned back to Scarlet Castle. As a historian, his explanations of the Sangheili's taboos and customs would undoubtedly be a great help to the Archon.
Besides preparing a gift, this trip to the Land of Origin would also bring little mummy Nefertari back with them. She had been staying in Transia for several months, but she had plenty of preparations of her own to make.
In particular, regarding the undead situation in Siko City, Nefertari had already decided to call in help from her "family"—the Death Moon Church—now that she had confirmed she couldn't handle it alone.
But it was an enormous organization that had existed for over a thousand years. Even just reporting back and going through the proper channels would take quite some time. As a result, the Moon Cult she had founded locally had also been forced to spring into action over the past few days.
They had to help Nefertari gather all kinds of samples and film footage on location, as well as summarize all the causes, consequences, and details of how Siko City had become what it was. So when Murphy arrived at this land