To the Desert

After spending the night feeling uneasy because the image of Osmund I had seen the day before kept coming back to me.

It was while Huey, Lucy, and I were looking for a carriage to leave Swinford.

“Wow, thank goodness. You haven’t left yet!”

“Ms. Frederica?”

“…A lump of fat.”

Frederica came running toward us in a hurry, as though she had something urgent to tell us.

After shielding Lucy’s view of Frederica’s bouncing breasts with my wing while Lucy stared at them with dead eyes, I asked Frederica,

“Why are you here?”

If you had something to say, why come all this way instead of simply sending a parchment?

“Aww. That’s so mean. I got some good news and ran all the way here to tell you in person.”...