Cyril held the booklet straight up to the mouth of the messenger Orb:
"Help me send a reply!"
Eee~ yah!
Under his gaze, Orb reluctantly swallowed the booklet held before his mouth, then let out a long breath that blew his body backward, sending him crashing into the wall and disappearing.
"He ran so fast. Somehow, I get the feeling he won't want to deliver my letters next time..."
Muttering to himself, Cyril closed his eyes slightly and carefully sensed the faint trace of digestion in the potion within him.
"Does intimidating Spirit World creatures count as acting too?"
"It wasn't so much the intimidation as the means I used to drag him straight out of the Spirit World. That fits descriptions like mysterious and unknown, and Dorian's messenger provided extremely strong feedback."
After muttering those two remarks, he stepped forward. His figure vanished instantly, and he appeared in the living room downstairs.
After a quick breakfast, he teleported straight to Emlyn's home.
Then he saw exquisite dolls of all sizes arranged on the cabinets, by the bed, and on the desk.
Looking away, he raised his hand and knocked on the window. Knock, knock!
Emlyn, who had been sleeping peacefully in bed, sat up as though startled. The fingers resting on the edge of his bed curled slightly, and his nails grew an extra segment covered in mysterious symbols and patterns.
Only after seeing who had come did he relax a little.
"You... why are you in my house?"
"I can appear anywhere, at any time."
"Where's Nibis's characteristic?"
Leaning by the window, Cyril reached out and touched the hair of a doll set near the edge of the desk.
It felt almost real, making him suspect that the wig had been made from human hair.
Emlyn's expression changed