Chapter 52: Arc 2, - 30: To Track Down a Pensioner
"Rum-Ble..." A pebble got caught under the wheels, travelling northwards of East Kria. The blonde was wrapped in an old brown cloak over her armour—curtains were shut inside the carriage.
She pinched the skin on her forearms, "Am I getting? Stiffer?" she muttered to herself. However delicate it was, her skin did seem firmer.
"Focus Jotou; wait, focus on what? I've got everything, right?" she spoke, going into thought.
'After the conversation with Father Keel yesterday, I couldn't help but plan things out. I didn't plan everything, I just flaunted what I already have. Still, having everything organized gives me confidence already.
Finding the Lexokodac could be crucial to gain some information. They're THE party in Kria. If I play my cards right, maybe we could even form an alliance.
I have no clue how they are; I can only gauge them after we meet them. They don't seem to like the mayor either and they fight velatos—we do have some common ground.'
Jotou looked to her sides and examined the nice cushioned seats. 'How long can we afford luxury over survival? I'm glad we still can, but more velatos need to be gone and we need to get paid for it.
Otherwise, it's slimes and random commissions. Velatos are said to be made of fear. So, who dreamt of the whale? Or the centicrab? Or...' Her thoughts wandered to that night in that room.
Its eyes, its voice remained looping in her head, taunting her. 'You. Has it been fears or has it all been orchestrated? In which case, where are you hiding? I'll find you... but not for now.
Figuring out the other details of Anastasia Princely will clear my head. Fumeko doesn't remember the exact addresses and the documents were shredded.
To get access to private things would be to use my authority—officially in a Krialin Station... the mayor would take that as confirmation of the contract.