Leithanien was a mysterious and powerful nation.
It was the only country that treated Originium Arts as part of basic education. Its academic atmosphere was rich, and its upper-class citizens were like Hogwarts magic students.
"I heard the nobles there all live in towers?"
"They're just overly tall spired castles. Rumors have exaggerated things, and Leithanien is often shrouded in thick fog, so visibility really is rather poor."
That letter had already been opened.
Unlike the exquisite envelope and wax seal, the paper was soft and delicate, yet the handwriting on it was utterly messy. There were patches where the ink had run dry and characters were missing; clearly, its owner had not had the composure to dip the pen in ink after every sentence. It radiated sheer panic.
"Doesn't sound like a noble princess."
"The twin princesses defeated the evil Witch King—how many years ago was that? How old do you think they are?"
Uh...
Hoshino had thought the twin princesses were a pair of youthful, beautiful sisters, both with sheep horns, like miniature Eyjafjallas. But she had overlooked the passage of time. After all these years, the twin princesses had long since transformed into queens. They were no longer her type.
"Your mood... is that disappointment?"
Even Kal'tsit did not know how to comment.
Hoshino shook her head and lightly flicked the letter with a finger, making it rustle softly. Rather than answer, she stiffly changed the subject.
"There's only a private letter—no official written invitation, no documents from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and they haven't publicly disclosed any information." She pointed out the pressing issue. "I'm afraid the moment I arrive, I'll be politely asked to leave. That'd be embarrassing."
Kal'tsit also felt that this was indeed a problem, but she was somewhat reluctant to take