"By the way, Aiwass."
Isabel suddenly thought of something, stood up from the piano, and walked over to the writing desk in the bedroom.
It was originally Isabel's second dressing table for storing jewelry, but now she had turned it into a small desk. It could be used to read a book before going to sleep every night—she always had to be properly dressed when studying or dealing with political affairs in the study, but in the bedroom, she could wear a nightgown.
She rummaged through it and handed a document to Aiwass, who was sprawled on the sofa, "I forgot to give this to you when you came yesterday... This is the information you asked Lord Hermes to investigate."
"My sister... Freya Morley Moriarty?"
Aiwass muttered, straightening up slightly to take the letter.
This "sister" was thirty-one years old this year, younger than Edward but older than Aiwass and Yulia.
