❝...❞

Ah, Sigewinne must have told him about her plans.

She'll have to hurry up and finish packing before he arrives.

Already packing her suitcase.

A shiver just ran up her spine... Perhaps she should leave the Fortress this month.

Ugh... She already knows Wriothesley will want her to wear a Halloween costume this year.

❝Be surprised on the move. You're wasting time.❞

It's his birthday, after all. Did he expect her to ignore it? He celebrated hers last month, so it's only fair to do the same.

Besides, she hates being indebted to anyone, especially Wriothesley.

Leading the way through the forest, Mavis took >

Must is a strong word. Instead of searching for her, Wriothesley could have just left her alone.

❝Perhaps you've misunderstood, then.❞

With a nonchalant wave, she gestured for him to lead the way. The sooner they leave, the sooner she can return to the basement.

❝Sir, you're aware that I >

I don't have much to say about it.

❝You clearly heard what I said. Please don't make me repeat myself.❞

Narrowing her eyes, Mavis crossed her arms over her chest. She could always turn around and go back to the basement.

❝Are you coming?❞

Since when did Mavis become his target? She's his colleague, not prey.

❝I don't know why you'd think that, sir. It must be your imagination.❞

Sighing, she climbed out of the coffin and stood there in front of him. She hopes this will be worth it.

❝Where are we going?❞

No comment. What you do outside of work is up to you.

(She completely avoided the question.)

... So, he's the one responsible for the music.

❝Oi, @houndofmero.bsky.social.❞

With a monotone voice, she copied his words from last month. She can be a little passive-aggressive sometimes.

❝I've made arrangements with the head nurse for you to have the day off. You're coming with me.❞