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After Sharf left, Traynor and Riel divided up the remaining roast chicken and meat and began to laze around. Seeing that they had finished their late-night snack, Turing seized the opportunity to tell Traynor, "Miss Helene sent you a letter."
"Helene? Oh." Traynor did not particularly care. There were far too many people who wanted a connection with him, and he did not want to get too close even to his own relatives. "Leave it there. I'll read it later. Never mind, read it for me and tell me what it says. If it's nothing important, there's no need to reply."
"Yes." Turing unfolded the letter. "Miss Helene says that she has made several trips at sea with her cargo, and it has now all sold out. Tobacco, fruit, and vegetables from the continent are very popular at sea... She has made some money and plans to return to restock, then make another trip before the new year. But she has run into a little trouble recently and may not be able to return on time. She asks your forgiveness."
"Mm." Traynor made a sound to indicate that he understood.
"When I went to deliver a letter to Richard Ernst last time, I stopped by to check on that distant relative of yours." Riel stretched, lying on its side on the floor. The Hunter swiftly rubbed its belly twice. Furious, Riel opened its mouth to bite him, but missed. "That young lady seems to have a Demoness hanging around her. One look was enough to tell she had designs on her. They're adjacent pathways, after all. But that little Demoness didn't dare touch her, since she was still carrying your protective charm."
"Mm." Traynor remained distracted.
Seeing that he did not want to talk, Riel yawned, rolled to its