A beetle waving its slender legs fell into the dense web. Little Spider deftly approached her prey and wrapped it in silk.
Annan screwed on the ventilated lid, shut the window, and flopped back onto the soft bed.
After talking with Olmedo, he had gone to touch the Blue Dragon's... Evil Spirit Chess. Once he confirmed that Apocalypse Forecast had shifted to three months later, Annan slept soundly and did not wake until nearly noon.
Staring at the Logwood ceiling, Annan wondered what he could do if Apocalypse Forecast considered membership in the Holy Human Federation Council a key factor in his future.
The honor carried official recognition, for one thing. Even if he shed the guise of "Levis," Annan would still be lord of Star-Moon Bay.
After lazing in bed a little longer, Annan got up, put on his undershirt and Mage Robe, tidied his messy Black Hair, and went to the Study to open the window.
The bustle of Star-Moon Bay and the scent of cooking fires drifted into the Study. Annan spotted Dade, the female Druid, working in the flowerbeds outside the Lord's Manor. He was about to go down and look when Ingrid entered with a stack of documents.
"What's that Druid doing outside?"
Annan took the stack of Government Affairs documents Ingrid had organized, flipped through them with practiced ease, and signed his name in the blank spaces—in flowing script, as ever.
"The farmers were fertilizing the flowerbeds. She said they were doing it wrong and cast a spell on them herself. I think she's apologizing for her earlier offense."
Even the ones who disliked him most had come to fertilize the Lord's Manor of their own accord. They've become my figur... my allies, Annan thought.
"Are they still planting trees?"
"It's in the fourth