He Called Out

Only after her projections merged back into her body did Fiona Russell, in Kishiniur, let out a long breath. "No God noticed me... Mr. Paper Doll is terribly unlucky. Good thing I'm not Clergy for any God, or else... I hope His Highness can help Mr. Paper Doll leave Graycastle safely."

As she pondered this, someone suddenly knocked on the door. She went over and opened it.

Duke Russell stood outside in a black waistcoat and coat, smiling at her. "Did you enjoy Prince Henry's banquet?"

"Lia told you what I was doing again, Dad? How could she? She promised she wouldn't tell." Fiona Russell pretended to complain.

"It wasn't your little maid who told me. I heard it from someone else." Duke Russell asked gently, "Do you like Prince Henry?"

Dad, how little do you know me? Prince Henry worships the Tyrant. His followers all tend toward cruelty, and I don't enjoy being mistreated. How could I possibly like him? Fiona Russell grumbled inwardly. She shook her head. "I don't have feelings for him. Besides, Dad, you promised I could stay at home for a few more years. Stop asking me who I like, or I'll think you're trying to get rid of me."

"All right, all right. I won't ask again."

"Dad, please leave. I have private matters I can't tell you about."

After sending Duke Russell away, Fiona Russell thought for a moment, then took out paper and pen and began to write.

"Dear Teacher Albera, I've heard that something has happened to the one who presides over knowledge. Under His influence, the 'scholars' have all begun behaving strangely, and there seem to be many 'scholars' at the school."

"If this information helps you, could you give me the Angel's Blood in your collection? A friend of