Her tone was still light and playful, as casual as if she were talking about what she had eaten for breakfast that morning, but Aglaea, seated across from her, caught the fleeting seriousness in her eyes.
"Do you need me to help you contact Lady Black Swan?" Aglaea set down her teacup and sat up a little straighter—that was her habitual posture before entering "official business mode." "When Lady Black Swan last came to Amphoreus, she said that if the Chrysos Heirs experienced any abnormalities related to memories, we could go straight to her~."
"No need," Cyrene said, waving a hand and smiling again. "It's nothing important. I probably just haven't fully woken up from my nap yet. Besides, if it really were something important, Partner would definitely already know."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. The moment a certain someone gets mentioned, even your tone changes."
Cipher deliberately curled her tongue and clicked her lips in an exaggerated way.
"Why not just go find him already? Look—the Trailblaze Teleport Anchor is right here in this garden. Whoosh, and you can be on the train. So convenient."
"Lady Sephiria, is it really appropriate for you to say such smuggling rhetoric about leaving the country directly without customs inspection right in front of me?"
Aglaea turned to look at her, her tone faint and drawn-out.
"You tailor woman—"
"I've received inquiries from quite a few worlds. They say that your name isn't on the list of personnel permitted to use anchors to travel freely between worlds without entry-exit review. And... Cipher, Miss Cipher, Lady Sephiria, could you explain your use of anchors to smuggle goods? What? Have you gone from thief to smuggler?"
"Catch me if you can!" Cipher stiffened her neck, wrinkled her nose, and snorted in rebuttal. "Qiuzi gave me the permissions.