บท 508: A masterspy is not your personal postman, okay?

"It's quite thick," I stared at the letter that Heraz gave me.

Well, I said 'letter', but it was almost like a document. A package. Heraz wrapped it in a leather case, and when I opened it, I saw three letters, a small box of candy with a cute little bird's drawing on the lid, and a pretty cord accessory for tying hair.

I glanced at Heraz, who looked as expressionless as ever. But I knew him well enough now to know that he was rather annoyed being treated like a common postman. I pressed my lips to avoid laughing at that--still gotta respect my spy's hustle, you know.

"Have they departed to that accursed kingdom?" I asked him while sorting the letters; each was from the Hero, Fatia, and I guess a combined letter from Zharfa and Aina.

"No, Young Master. They decided to go to the hidden church."

I paused my sorting and looked at the shapeshifter. "You mean...the place in my...father's...map?"