The letter was from Rudeus.
"Things seem fairly stable with Rudeus. I thought he'd be crushed for quite a while."
"What happened?"
Cain handed the letter to Roxy.
After reading it, Roxy smiled faintly. So it wasn't the kind of letter she had imagined. Curious, Eris put down her chicken leg and leaned over, her little red-haired head bobbing closer.
To Cain Brand Reiback,
Things are all right here. Well, not exactly all right. Buena Village has vanished, just as you said... I thought I was prepared, but it still left me miserable for quite a while...
There's good news too. I heard something about my father, Paul. He's been active around East Port, between the Millis Continent and the Central Continent. I plan to find him. North God III has been protecting me all along, so please don't worry.
Of course, if anything comes up, I'll contact you through the slate or by letter.
Thank you again for your help. I hope you find Roxy soon.
—Rudeus Greyrat
Cain checked the magical slate tucked against his chest. It still displayed the message saying everything was fine, sent after he had spoken with Alexander three days ago.
A letter needed time to travel, of course. Judging by its speed, this one had taken about two or three days.
The Communication Slate was more reliable when it came to speed, but Orsted didn't trust Rudeus, so he hadn't given him one.
Cain had two Communication Slates: one to contact Alexander and one to contact Orsted. Orsted's was usually silent, but he would certainly reach out if something happened. After all, he had told Cain to rest for now in the Three Magic Nations.
"Rudeus really has grown up, though."
As if a weight had lifted from his shoulders, Cain drained the