Welcome, deducingmarlon, to my realm.
Wasn’t she an entire catastrophe.
If Ney had trouble even showing respect to a scientist who was knighted by the queen of Levianta, then she might have even more trouble showing respect to this particular person.
At times like these, she needed Chartette to help her speak.
❝ I am Ney Marlon, ❞ were her sole words.
"Ney, huh? I like your name." Verkir picked the mirror up.
"Ney Marlon," she spoke into it, holding the reflection towards the ceiling. Various small replicas of different Neys appeared-- An assassin, a maid, a princess, a runaway...
"Ah, here we are." She tapped one that had the same clothes as the girl before her.
"Hmm... Here's your world, so I can send you back... I think. If that problem isn't too serious."











