Demian, you're in for it

[Why haven't you replied? And you should be coming to the Holy City, what kind of mischief are you up to? I heard my friend was coming, so I swept the yard, tidied my room, and even learned new recipes. Yesterday, I went looking for fabric to make a new outfit. I even spread the word that my friend was coming, so what am I supposed to do if you don't show up now! While you've been slacking off, Demian, I've been running around constantly. Demian *really* needs a good scolding. If you come near the Holy City, I'll shoot an arrow into the back of your head. Demian will regret not treating me better when he has an arrow stuck in the back of his head. Of course, I'm too soft-hearted, so if I actually see you, I'll probably just shoot your fingernails or big toe...]",

Trisha had meticulously filled two pages with her emotional state. I didn't even read it all before closing the letter. I had clearly replied that I would stay in the Duchy for a few days before leaving, but it seemed she hadn't received it. There was no reason for her not to receive my letter unless someone had intercepted it.

Just then, a *Tteunaegi* who had been dazedly looking around waved his hand. Then a woman shouted.

“Pony!”

The *Tteunaegi* immediately responded.

“Lucille!”

Their pet names caught my attention. The two of them embraced each other fiercely, spinning around as if they had been separated for years. They clung to each other, showing no intention of letting go. It was a touching sight.

Bibi approached me without me noticing. She looked at me quizzically and spoke.

“How strange.”

“You've arrived.”...