incarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

They shifted through files and documents, now the more crucial ones as minutes ticked by in the windowless room.

When was sunrise? Who were all involved? How long did they have?

Detailed maps of Kria and 'safe' points of entry through ports for presumably infiltrators. Using Cravoltan identification papers and cards to make their way into borders; some as refugees.

Codenames and entry passwords that interchanged every five days, so that they could communicate without tipping people off...

"This is..." Kor picked up opened envelopes, the familiar seal of the Ordinate on them... He read through the words—another letter paperclipped to the back of it, alongside carbon paper.

The impression of the writing, following the cursive letters, "These are my letters to Legisvia... and these," he picked up another set, "Are Legisvia's replies... The handwriting is indistinguishable, but the messages..."

Fumeko peered over, "The chief, what did she actually say?"

Kor skipped to a line, "While I wish I can come assist myself, the Luxinorian Ordinate still requires my complete attention till the issue is resolved.

Though, from the progress you are currently making I only wish the best in your endeavours. I have faith that you can handle these matter swiftly.

The current news escaping Kria seems to be in good light as well. The Velatos Case coming to an end is certainly great news, though the recent weather anomalies seem a tad off.

I hear Kria now has an excess export of thundering blitzes which is good, the funding for the Ordinate should increase as well," he left the rest out.