My Femboy System - Chapter 7: Of Ashes and Arches

... fumble in confusion while you sip tea in a lace robe. I should know. I was doing exactly that when the second inquisitorial letter arrived. This time, it was pinned to the breastplate of a dead courier with silver nails.

"Lovely," I murmured, stirring honey into my cup. "They’ve upgraded to theatrics."

Roderick dragged the body into the back with a grunt. He muttered something about needing stronger wards on the perimeter. I, meanwhile, was admiring the calligraphy on the parchme ...