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"Sis made a strange request again."
"What is it this time?"
Evelyn walks into Claudius's room who had his head on the paper and quill. The table was filled with books and scrolls which were carefully laid and organized. On top of the books, there laid a fluffy feline, swinging its tail with both eyes closed.
"You should read it." Evelyn passed the letter to Claudius who had paused his hand and taken the letter. As he waits for the response, he pats the cat with a little greet, 'good morning, snowball.'
"Interesting."
Claudius spread his thin lips as his eyes move line after line. Each sentence made him grin more, holding his chin with his other free hand. "I think Glaydus will be the one enjoying this." He raised his head meeting the smiling grin from Evelyn.
"I thought as well," Evelyn responded. "And I've already informed him. He'll be here by evening."
