As night fell, Sifa soaked his feet in hot water and prepared to lie down comfortably in bed. Just then, an illusory knocking sound rang out.
Oswald's messenger? The Antiquities Recovery Association had been quiet for some time. Had they finally made a new move?
Just as Sifa was about to invite the messenger in, before the words could leave his mouth, a gloved hand emerged from the wooden door, placed an envelope flat on the floor, smoothed out nonexistent creases on its surface, and then withdrew back into the wood.
A soft laugh sounded in the room.
Kardashian's soft laugh.
Sifa shook his head. It seemed Oswald's Headless Messenger would never show himself again unless Kardashian left or was not nearby.
"Bring me the letter."
Having already taken off his shoes and socks and soaked his feet, Sifa had no desire to get out of bed. He looked toward Grigor beside him.
The macaw had originally intended to play dead, but then an icy gaze fell upon it. Kardashian's image immediately formed in its tiny head: a beautiful head with the rest of her body made of viscous matter. Grigor shuddered, hurriedly flapped its wings, picked up the letter in its beak, and placed it beside Sifa's bed before returning to its perch.
Sifa opened the envelope and took out the letter within. Spreading it out, he saw Oswald's ornate handwriting, which seemed rather showy.
"Dear Duke, it has been a long time since we last spoke, and I miss you greatly. You know, I am an old man, and old men always reminisce about the days of old. Lately, I have often recalled our first meeting. It feels as if it happened only yesterday."
"The Goddess can bear witness for me. Heaven knows how much I wish to