Morgans raised the Visual Den Den Mushi he had been holding all along, his feathers trembling slightly in the wind. "A scene like this is the best payment I could ask for.
If you have any more... 'activities' in the future, remember to invite me."
He caught the scent of an approaching storm from these two.
Today, they dared to attack the Celestial Dragons. Tomorrow, they might overturn an entire island.
For a News Coo, no bait could be more tempting.
"Sure."
Rossi agreed briefly.
Maintaining contact with the World Economy News Paper would do the family no harm.
Meanwhile, Trebol was trying to wrap his sticky arms around Doffy's neck, his voice thick with sobs and snot. "Doffy-we almost, almost died-"
Doffy tilted his head toward the sky, his mouth twitching.
"Stay away."
Atop the Red Line, in the holy land of Mary Geoise.
The dome of the Chamber of Authority pierced the clouds. Sunlight slanted through stained glass, cutting geometric patches of color across the polished marble floor.
The man in the dark red suit gently set several sheets of paper on the edge of the table, their edges casting a thin line of shadow against the wood grain.
He leaned back into his high-backed chair, his knuckles unconsciously tapping the armrest with soft, regular clicks.
"Useless."
The word came from the left, cold and harsh as scraping metal.
The bald man in a white yukata held a long sword against his chest, the end of its sheath resting on the floor. Behind his lenses, his gaze was unfocused, as though it had passed through the walls to settle on some distant, displeasing point.
A faint cough broke the silence.
The only man standing adjusted the cuff of his dark blue suit, his long gray-white hair falling