Edward continued reading the letters, burning each one after he finished it if it was useless. The large pile of ledgers and correspondence dwindled until he picked up a thick envelope made of parchment.
"Huh? Parchment for an envelope? Why so formal? Is there cash inside?"
The wax seal had already been torn open. Clearly, someone had opened it before.
He took out five or six sheets stacked together. He unfolded them, took one look, and froze.
Chinese?
He quickly skimmed it and found that neither the style nor the format resembled the Emperor's. Instead, it belonged to that fellow suspected transmigrator from last time.
He was just about to turn to the next page when pea vines suddenly dangled from the ceiling, weaving into a dense forest as brilliant flowers bloomed throughout the room.
A chestnut-haired lady with a perfect figure emerged from the flowers, wearing a leather round hat, a girl-style yellow cake dress, and black leather shoes.
It was as though a fairy-tale painting had unfolded before him. Even the usually vigilant Lilith was happily chasing butterflies among the flowers.
That entrance, that outfit, that air about her.
He did not even need to think to guess who she was.
"Hello."
The beautiful, noble-looking lady greeted him very politely, a habit she had developed over her many years as a princess. (In this work, aside from those with particularly strong divinity, most Half-Gods are still referred to with pronouns matching their gender.)
Edward had a rough idea of why tonight's operation had gone so smoothly.
He swallowed. "Hello."
"I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night, but those Roselle's Notes in your hands belong to me. They merely happened to fall into the hands of those gangsters."
"..."
Edward had no idea whether she