The White Cat That Swore Vengeance Was Just Lazing on the Dragon King’s Lap - Volume 8 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Letter from Beryl

One morning, Ruri entered the pocket space in order to help Lydia.

Lydia, the spirit of time and space, was in charge of managing the pocket spaces created by a multitude of people. A space could only be opened by the person who created it, and once that person died, that space could no longer be opened by anyone else.

It was Lydia’s daily routine to erase such spaces that had served their purpose, but since Ruri’s previous contract-bearer, the First Dragon King Weidt, had passed on some rather unnecessary knowledge, she had developed a habit of collecting items that might be useful when she found them in pocket spaces with deceased owners.

Those items were stored in Weidt’s pocket space, a space she had not deleted after his death, but she had stuck it all to Ruri’s pocket space, Weidt’s treasure and all. As a result, Ruri’s pocket space had become a storage area. Since Ruri’s mana reserves were as large as that of a dragonkin and her pocket space had been combined with Weidt’s, it was quite spacious, as the capacity of these spaces depended on the size of one’s mana reserves. It still had plenty of room even after inheriting Weidt’s treasures and was steadily growing with more things even now.

At first, Ruri had felt timid about taking things out of other people’s pocket spaces despite them being unopenable by anyone else, but now she was willing to help out, taking the initiative to sort through rooms before Lydia deleted them. It was almost as though that guilt she’d initially felt had gone out the window.

The doors that lined an infinite spiral staircase were the entrances to each and every pocket space. This was the backstage area that only Lydia and her contract-bearer could enter. Ruri came out of a room and closed the door after not finding anything of particular interest.

“Lydia! I’m done checking this space, so you can take it away.”

“Got it,” replied Lydia. She held her hand over the door of the sorted space, and it dissolved into thin air.

The space beyond the door that she had eliminated could no longer be brought back, not even by Lydia herself. Ruri stared at the now blank patch of wall, finding it to be as strange of a sight as always. That spot was going to be someone else’s room before long.

“Now, let’s move on to the next.”

“Okay.”

There were countless spaces that had lost their owners and needed to be erased. You needed mana to create a pocket space to have one, but over half the people in the world possessed mana, which basically meant that many pocket spaces existed.

From what Ruri had heard from the spirits, the world’s population was smaller than her home world, but it was impossible for Lydia to manage it all alone. While there were plenty of lower-level members of spirit families—such as wind spirits aside from the supreme-level spirit, Kotaro—Lydia was the lone spirit of time and space. If there had been a lot of other spirits of time and space, Lydia would not only have had an easier time, but she wouldn’t be lonely even if she were able to go outside the pocket space realm.

What a sweatshop operation. Ruri could only wonder why Lydia was the only of her kind. However, when she asked Lydia and the other spirits about it, she couldn’t get a clear answer. Perhaps it was some sort of secret that could only be revealed to spirits, but Ruri couldn’t help but be worried about Lydia whenever she left.

If it was an issue she could deal with, then she would spare no expense to resolve it, but maybe there were some areas Ruri wasn’t supposed to tread. The only thing she could do was to come see Lydia as much as possible until their eventual goodbye came.

Ruri then opened another door to a pocket space. Naturally, it was a space without an owner—the space of someone who had already passed away. The moment she stepped inside, she blinked.

“Whoa, amazing.”

“This is the first score we’ve had in a while.” Lydia had a hint of excitement in her voice.

Ruri understood how she felt. She shared those feelings. It was truly a spectacular sight. The pocket space was packed to the brim with gorgeous clothes, elaborately designed statues, elegantly painted portraits of a woman, and a blinding sea of gems and jewelry. While many spaces with vacant owners were almost always duds with nothing but trash, this one was not only a score; it was a huge score.

The fact that the room was such a treasure trove was actually scary.

“Lydia, almost all of this is useful stuff, so what do we do?” asked Ruri.

“Why not just move it all to your space instead?”

“Oh, can I?” Ruri asked. She knew that anyone who would have gotten angry at her for doing such a thing was long gone, but she still felt a bit guilty.

“I mean, if you’re not going to claim any of it, I’m just going to erase it anyway,” Lydia explained.

“Hmm, good point.” In the end, her desire not to let things go to waste outweighed the guilt, and she asked Lydia to move the majority of the haul into her room.

After the move was complete, Ruri checked each item one by one to find out that the owner was a considerably high-class woman. It was nothing more than a guess from the tiaras, dresses, and jewelry, but it was hard to think otherwise. Some of the jewelry was engraved with a crest of some kind.

“Lydia, do you know where this crest here is from?”

“Not sure. Spirits don’t concern themselves with things like that.”

“Figured.” Ruri naturally didn’t have the foggiest, but maybe it was something that fell under Euclase’s area of expertise. She picked up one of the brooches to find the same crest engraved on it. “Would you mind putting everything we brought over from that last space in one location for me?”

“Not at all.”

“I’ll have Euclase-san check this, so I’ll be heading back for today.”

“Right. Even if you are my contract-bearer, staying here for too long is bad for your mental health.” Despite showing that she knew that, Lydia looked somewhat sad.

With a sense of reluctance in having to leave, Ruri said, “I’ll be back. I’ll bring some snacks, so let’s have a tea party next time.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Lydia said with a smile and a wave.

Ruri turned away to exit the pocket space and was greeted by Kotaro and Rin on the other side, their body language making it clear that they had been patiently waiting the entire time.

“Welcome back, Ruri,” Rin greeted her, fluttering around the air.

“Did you get a good haul?” Kotaro asked, wagging his tail.

“Glad to be back. I got a great haul this time around, but I think I need Euclase-san’s advice,” replied Ruri, showing the brooch to Kotaro and Rin.

“Oh my, how beautiful,” Rin replied with interest. Kotaro, on the other hand, wasn’t too impressed.

“I’m going to go to Euclase-san’s right now. Do you two want to come?”

“Of course!” Rin answered promptly.

“Wherever you go, I go, Ruri,” Kotaro said just as fast.

Wasting no time, Ruri headed to Euclase’s office with the two in tow. Braced for Euclase to give her one of their patented lectures, exasperated sighs, or nitpicks, she knocked on their office door. But it was Gibeon, Euclase’s current errand boy, who opened the door and poked his head out. His eyes lit up when he saw Ruri.

“Oh, my dear sweet Ruri! Did you come to see me?” he asked, coming up to her for a hug, only for Kotaro to blow him away with his wind powers.

However, since Gibeon had a blessing from the spirit of light, Kotaro couldn’t inflict any major damage to him—just enough to knock him over.

“Come now, Kotaro. You have to give it a little more power or it won’t work on him. Light gave him too much of a blessing, after all.”

“Indeed, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Neither Rin nor Kotaro were being subtle about their hostility, practically clicking their tongues after each of their remarks. They both hated Gibeon because their first encounter with him had put Ruri in a dangerous situation, and despite quite some time passing since then, neither of the spirits had forgiven him just yet.

“You’re terrible!” whined Gibeon on the floor.

However, it was immediately drowned out by Euclase’s ferocious roar. “Hey, Gibeon! Quit slacking off or I’m taking it from your pay!”

“You saw that, didn’t you?! I was attacked!”

“No doubt because you tried to make a pass at Ruri. You ought to be thankful His Majesty isn’t here. He would make sure your head and body went their separate ways, no questions asked,” Euclase said, also in the camp of being cold toward Gibeon.

“You’re all terrible...” Gibeon said, sniffling. But one look at his dry eyes confirmed it was nothing but crocodile tears.

Ruri ignored him and approached Euclase. Their desk was stacked with towers of papers and documents as other officials in the room busily assisted with the work.

“Is now a good time, Euclase-san?”

“Yes, I was just thinking of taking a break,” Euclase replied, shooting a look at the others in the room, who all stood up at once and bowed before exiting.

Ruri felt bad that she had made Euclase go the extra mile for her sake. However, as if to dispel any feelings of guilt Ruri may have had, Euclase arrogantly barked an order at Gibeon.

“Gibeon, go brew some tea. Use those top-grade tea leaves I had you buy when I asked you to run errands the other day. And don’t steep them too long.”

“Overbearing much?” Gibeon grumbled, but he went off to prepare the tea as he was told. It was hard to believe that he had once been the prince of a whole nation.

Not that his status as a prince meant much of anything now that his homeland had been destroyed, but if it had still been around, he wouldn’t have been serving people—he would’ve had people serving him.

Euclase stood from their chair and moved to the sofa. Ruri sat on the other side, across from the table in the middle. Kotaro plopped down next to her, and Rin perched on Ruri’s shoulder. Euclase rotated their arm to shake off the stiffness, looking a bit tired.

“Seems you’ve had a tough day,” Ruri commented.

“Well, we’re dealing with the fallout of that nasty Imperial Nation business. They’re in turmoil because their top brass still haven’t been ironed out. If they were an unrelated nation, it wouldn’t be an issue, but since they’re an allied nation and we do a lot of business with them, it’s a complete mess.”

“You’re doing good work.”

“You better believe I am. So...what did you need?”

“Yes, you see, I was helping Lydia sort through pocket spaces earlier, and—” Ruri started.

Euclase grimaced. “You didn’t get into more trouble, did you?”

“No, not quite. I found a room that was chock-full of treasure, but it was all engraved with what seemed to be a crest, so I figured that you might have knowledge of it.”

“A crest, eh? I’ll have to see to be sure.”

“Here it is.” Ruri handed Euclase the brooch she had brought from the pocket space. It had a large gem in the center with silver around the edges, and the crest was engraved on the back.

“Quite a quality gemstone. A fine item with impeccable craftsmanship,” Euclase noted.

“I agree. There were a lot of other pieces of clothing and jewelry left there, so I believe the pocket space belonged to someone very high-class...”

“Yes, no random upstart could obtain something like this,” said Euclase. The item was good enough to gain their seal of approval.

“Do you know this crest, then?” asked Ruri.

“Not even I know everything. But I have seen it somewhere before. Now, where was it again?” Euclase mused with a contemplative groan.

Just then, Gibeon came back with the tea. “Okay! Sorry for the wait. Here’s the tea, personally brewed by yours truly. I made sure to put a lot of love for you in it, Ruri!”

That little comment made it so much harder for Ruri to drink. Kotaro wasted no time in putting his snout up against the teacup placed in front of her. After some diligent sniffing, Kotaro walked away, satisfied.

“Yes, well, there doesn’t seem to be anything dangerous in it.”

“Seems to be okay to drink,” added Rin.

Gibeon whined yet again at the duo’s remarks. “You’re terrible. I would never poison Ruri. I’m Ruri’s lover, after all!”

“I don’t trust you,” stated Kotaro.

“You can say that again,” Rin chimed in.

They both glared at Gibeon warily. Ruri couldn’t hide her strained smile from the two overprotective spirits. As they continued their back-and-forth, Euclase searched their memories while looking at the crest engraved on the brooch.

Gibeon took a look at the brooch in Euclase’s hand, and his eyes widened. Extremely panicked, he blurted out, “Huh?! Wait a second. Where did you get that?!”

Ruri looked over at him. “I got it from a private source, and I’m having Euclase-san inspect it.”

She didn’t mention Lydia. Her ability to enter other people’s pocket spaces should be kept as secret as possible. However, there was a case, due to unforeseen circumstances, of her entering one of the Imperial Princess’s pocket spaces and leaving with a key piece of evidence out of necessity. This had inevitably led to Ruri telling Arman and a handful of people that she could interact with other people’s spaces.

She’d gotten off the hook because it was something that she’d had to do, but she’d been warned by Euclase to keep the circle of those in the know to a minimum. As a result, she had to hide the facts from Gibeon.

“Do you know where this brooch comes from, Gibeon? There’s a crest on the back,” Ruri said.

“Lemme see that for a sec,” Gibeon begged her.

Euclase looked at Ruri to check if it was all right, and Ruri nodded to indicate that it was no problem. Gibeon took the brooch carefully, as though handling a fragile item, and slowly ran his fingers over the crest. His face contorted, on the verge of tears, as if trying to hold something back.

“Gibeon?” Ruri prompted him.

“Are there...any more items like this?” he asked.

After a slight hesitation, Ruri answered truthfully. “Yeah. There was a lot of stuff—dresses, jewelry, you name it.”

As soon as she finished her sentence, Gibeon had dropped to the floor where he stood and pleaded with Ruri on his hands and knees. “I beg of you, if you have anything else similar, please give it to me.” His tone was more serious than anything she had heard from him before, and his desperation was palpable. Puzzled, she turned her gaze to Euclase, but they seemed to be just as perplexed by the strange outburst.

That was when something hit Euclase, and they exclaimed, “Oh! I remember now. That crest—I saw it while running a background check on you, Gibeon. If memory serves, this is the crest of your homeland’s queen.”

Ruri, unable to hide her surprise at Euclase’s words, replied, “Huh? Is that true?”

“Yes. That is right, isn’t it, Gibeon?” Euclase asked.

Gibeon simply nodded with his head still bowed low.

“Yes, that’s right. This brooch once belonged to my mother. It was her favorite, and she would wear it all the time, so I’m positive.”

Ruri was surprised. That meant the space that she was sorting through belonged to Gibeon’s mother.

“Please, I beg of you! I’ll pay you for it even if it takes my entire life, so please sell it to me,” Gibeon continued, sinking even deeper into his bow.

Ruri, at a loss, turned to Euclase for help. “Euclase-san...”

“It’s your decision, Ruri. Those are your possessions now, after all.”

“I mean, that’s easier said than done,” Ruri protested, since they were items she had sort of illegally obtained while helping Lydia. As far as ownership went, Gibeon was the last owner’s son, so he had the right to inherit it.

“I beg of you, please!” Gibeon pleaded again, serious in a way Ruri had never seen him. She couldn’t just tell him no after that. She didn’t have any real emotional attachment to the items, so it didn’t take long to decide to forgo selling them and just give him everything.

“Okay. Wait just a second,” Ruri said, bringing out all of the things she’d taken from the pocket space now believed to be owned by Gibeon’s mother. Thanks to her telling Lydia to keep everything together, she was able to bring out all of it without hesitation.

As Gibeon checked them each one by one, his gaze was drawn to the portrait of a woman, and he murmured under his breath, “Mother...”

Ruri and Euclase, with their superior dragonkin senses, could hear him. What could he be thinking now, staring at that painting with those lonely eyes? He was the prince of a nation that was no more. There were people dear to him whom he had lost along with said nation. He had no doubt experienced hardships that Ruri couldn’t even begin to fathom.

“Gibeon, they’re all yours. You don’t have to pay me back,” Ruri said, not minding because she was never hard-pressed for money as a Beloved. In fact, she’d started to feel bad that she had tried to lay claim to all of it of her own accord.

“Ruri...” Gibeon stared at her, overwhelmed. “Thank you.”

Ruri smiled back at him as he bowed so deep that his lower half made a perfect right angle. And that was the note she wished it had all ended on.

“But I would feel bad if I didn’t repay you at all for this, so I’ll pay with my body!” Gibeon said, coming toward Ruri and flinging off his top, but he was immediately blown away by Kotaro’s wind yet again. “Gwah!”

The attack was a tad stronger this time around, and Gibeon was sent tumbling across the floor, eventually stopping when his head met a wall, which sent his eyes spinning.

Seeing that, Ruri and Euclase simply let out a deep sigh.

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A few days later, Ruri entered the pocket space with tea and snacks. However, there was a twist this time around. While they usually had their tea parties in Ruri’s pocket space, they were holding it in Quartz’s space instead today. Quartz was still in Yadacain to create a cure for the poison that had taken the life of the Emperor.

There existed a cure via Pearl, the Queen of Yadacain, but it not only proved ineffective unless administered in the early stages, but it also tasted so horrid that it caused fainting. He said he would be assisting Pearl with improving the formula for a while.

As for why they were having a tea party in Quartz’s room, it was because that was the only way to invite Seraphie. A living being staying in the pocket space for an extended period of time would experience adverse effects, but Seraphie had no such problem since she was a ghost. However, unlike Ruri, who had a contract with Lydia, she wasn’t able to move between other people’s pocket spaces; she could only enter Quartz’s since she was always by his side.

The logical conclusion was to have the tea party in Quartz’s room, but since pocket spaces were also a place where you hid your private items, Ruri wasn’t sure if Quartz would give her permission. There might have been things that he wanted to keep secret. But after Lydia had passed the message to the Spirit of Light and the Spirit of Light had passed the message to Quartz, he had given her permission more easily than she’d expected. Apparently, Quartz wasn’t very concerned about privacy. It was possible that he didn’t have anything substantial inside in his space. Since he Quartz didn’t mind, Ruri didn’t mind either as she entered with tea and snacks.

As expected of the previous Dragon King, the room was far bigger than any room she had sorted so far. It reflected the size of Quartz’s mana reserve. Although she’d never seen it before, Ruri wondered if Jade’s room was about as big as this one. As she looked around the space, extremely interested, she locked eyes with Seraphie, who was already there.

“Seraphie! Hello. How have you been?”

Seraphie giggled in reply. “Oh, Ruri. It’s odd to ask a ghost how they’re doing.”

“You have a good point,” Ruri admitted, realizing that was a stupid question for a person with no corporeal form.

“But Quartz and Pearl are doing well. I do feel like Quartz is getting bossed around by Pearl, but they’re getting along, regardless. They also have the Spirit of Darkness as a chaperone.”

“That’s good to hear.” As Ruri and Seraphie continued their harmless conversation, they made sure not to look at a certain spot, but you could tell that they were actually extremely anxious just by looking at both of their eyes. Lydia, not reading the room, approached them.

“So, this is Seraphie?”

“Lydia, I was trying not to point that out,” Ruri said, her concern put to waste.

“I mean, it’s right in your face, so you’ll see it even if you don’t want to,” Seraphie replied.

“Yeah, but I tried not to touch upon it because I knew that...” Ruri trailed off, looking over at Seraphie, who was now wearing an awkward expression.

They were talking about something that had stood out to Ruri ever since she’d first entered Quartz’s room. It was Seraphie herself, encased in a huge glass cube. Her face was pale and lacking the vigor of a living being, and she was clad in a dress and jewelry, making her look like some sort of doll.

However, since Seraphie was in front of Ruri as a ghost, the figure in the glass case both was and wasn’t Seraphie. It was her remains. Seraphie had been buried after her death, but she had a history of being pillaged by grave robbers.

Ruri had heard that Quartz had made it so that Seraphie’s grave would never be ransacked again, but she never would have guessed that she would be kept like a decoration. Judging from the shock in Seraphie’s eyes, not even she had expected her body to be so heavily guarded. Her grave had been ransacked, but the culprits had only been after the jewelry that had adorned her body, so her form remained pristine.

“It’s kind of weird to see your own corpse like this...” Seraphie commented.

“Yes, it’s not something you see every day,” Ruri agreed, knowing that she was dealing with the dead. She grimaced as she realized she was getting a glimpse at the level of Quartz’s obsession with Seraphie.

“Ruri, sorry, but do you have a blanket or something?” asked Seraphie.

“What are you going to use it for?” Ruri replied, not sure what Seraphie was getting at.

Seraphie pointed her finger at her own body. “To hide that, obviously! We can’t have fun chatting together with that along for the ride, can we?! Don’t you mind it ruining the taste of the tea?!”

It was a harsh way to talk about her own body, but Ruri couldn’t envision enjoying food and drink in front of a dead body. The fact that it was in such immaculate condition, as if it could start moving at any moment, made it all the eerier.

“Lydia, there was one in my space, right? Can you bring it here?” Ruri asked.

“Yes,” Lydia replied, and in the blink of an eye, a pure white sheet appeared from thin air.

Ruri carefully covered the glass case so that the inside couldn’t be seen. With Seraphie’s body out of sight, she felt a little more at ease. “Do you think Quartz-sama is planning on keeping your body here forever, Seraphie-san?”

“If that’s the case, we’d erase her along with the space after his death.” Lydia raised an eyebrow, putting her hand on her face and tilting her head slightly. “Wouldn’t it be better to bury her in the world where the humans live?”

“Fair point,” Ruri said, turning to Seraphie.

The ghost let out a deep sigh before replying, “No, you’re right. I’ll talk it over with Quartz later. I personally would want to be buried next to his remains after he meets his end...”

“In that case, I’ll talk it over with Jade-sama and Euclase-san. I would like to be buried next to Jade-sama too, so I know how you feel. I mean, I’m definitely going to die first, but you know what I mean,” Ruri said.

Dragonkins lived a very long time. They aged at such a slow rate that a human’s lifespan would pass in the blink of an eye. When she looked over at Lydia, the spirit looked sad. Spirits didn’t have long lives—in fact, they didn’t have lives at all. No matter what Lydia did, she was always the one seeing people off to the grave.

“Lydia, I still have a lot of time before I’m gone. Chelsie-san gave me her guarantee that I’m going to live longer than normal humans because of all the mana I have,” Ruri assured her.

Despite her best efforts to act cheerful, Lydia’s face remained glum. “From where I stand, dragonkin or not, your lives still pass in the blink of an eye...”

“Lydia...” Ruri stood in front of the spirit and held her hand. “Just like you made a contract with me after the First Dragon King, I’m sure that someone will show up who wants to make your next contract.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Lydia replied.

“Then just make a contract with my kid!” Ruri said, blurting out the first thing that came to mind, but her face brightened as if she had just proposed a great idea. “Yeah, that’s the ticket! I was an only child, so I always wanted siblings of my own. I hear that childbirth is tough, but I’ll do my best to have a lot of kids, and you can make a contract with any of them that you like. Right?!”

Bowled over by Ruri’s momentum, Lydia blinked, dumbfounded. But before long, her lips curled into a smile. “You’re quick to decide things when you haven’t even had one child yet,” Lydia pointed out.

“But with people in this world, it’s not uncommon for girls my age to have children. I’m pretty confident in my stamina too, so just leave it to me! After all, I am my grandpa’s granddaughter.” The words “my grandpa’s granddaughter” held a lot of weight considering Ruri’s grandfather could go toe-to-toe with dragonkin unarmed.

Lydia broke her gloomy expression to let out a giggle.

“Heh heh, I’m looking forward to whenever that happens.”

“Leave it to me!” she said confidently, but still hoping that Lydia wouldn’t be sad even when she went away.

After chasing away the dour mood in the air, the three finally began their tea party. The first thing Ruri did was give a status report. Of course, Quartz gave regular reports on the status of Yadacain, but Ruri wasn’t really involved in that. Even if she knew about it, there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Therefore, while they were called status reports, the content wasn’t all that difficult to follow. It was mostly just harmless talk about life in Yadacain and what kind of nation it was. Ruri’s status reports were mostly humorous—about things popular in the capital and trouble in the castle.

“Oh?” Lydia suddenly exclaimed, making Ruri and Seraphie turn their heads toward her.

“What’s the matter?” asked Ruri.

“It’s a message from Chi. That’s unusual.”

“What did Chi say?”

“Just as second,” Lydia said, looking into the distance for a bit before spawning a letter in front of her. She took the floating letter and handed it to Ruri without reading it. “From your grandpa, apparently.”

“From grandpa?” Wondering if he was in an extreme rush if he had to go through Lydia to give her a message, Ruri worried that something had happened to him before tearing the envelope’s seal. The note inside was lined with sentences written just as powerfully as Beryl’s personality. “Grandpa’s party seems to be in a region near the Nation of the Beast King.”

Ruri was relieved to find out that Beryl was fine, but as she read on, wrinkles started to form in her brow.

“Some sort of issue?” asked Seraphie, also looking pensive after seeing Ruri’s reaction.

Ruri shook her head. “Not an issue necessarily, but he said that there might be a number of transmigrators in Furgal, the neighbors to the Nation of the Beast King.”

“By transmigrators, does he mean people like you?” asked Seraphie.

“It doesn’t seem that he’s looked that far into it, but according to the rumors he heard, there is a Beloved among those people.”

“Isn’t that a pretty big issue, then?”

“Hmm...”

The presence of a Beloved could enrich a nation, but it could also threaten to destroy it if handled incorrectly. There was Ruri, Celestine of the Nation of the Beast King, and Lapis of the Nation of the Spirit King. While each of them had slight character flaws, none of them would ever do something as irrational as harming another nation. Even Pearl of Yadacain, who had tried to wage war with the Nation of the Dragon King in the past, was fulfilling her duties as a queen thanks to the Spirit of Darkness pulling the reins on her.

Yet here was a new Beloved—one who was very likely to be a transmigrator like Ruri.

“Did he write any more details?” Seraphie asked, possibly worried as well.

Ruri gave the letter another read, but the words remained the same. “That’s all the information here. It wouldn’t have killed him to put in a little bit more detail...” The letter was fitting, given Beryl’s loosey-goosey ways, but it was severely lacking in information. “He said that maybe Kotaro could look into it.” That detail was included at the end.

“Well, Wind’s power is best suited to investigation out of all the spirits,” Lydia said. She would have difficulty gathering information since she couldn’t leave this realm.

“He said that the Nation of Furgal is at odds with the Nation of the Beast King. That’s why I might need to report this to Jade-sama just in case,” Ruri explained, also ready to ask Kotaro to gather information while she was at it.

If these were ordinary transmigrators, the power of the great nations would likely resolve the issue, even if Ruri simply sat back and watched from the sidelines until trouble arose. But if a Beloved was among them, she couldn’t just sit tight.

Perhaps Seraphie fully comprehended this fact, because she readily allowed Ruri to skip their tea party. Lydia seemed slightly dissatisfied but settled down once Ruri promised that they would have another party in the near future.

And with that, Ruri walked out of the pocket space with Beryl’s letter in hand.