Belfast replied with a curtsy, practiced and strange. “We call you by what you are. We ask if you would let the sailors pass, for they carry children and letters and small joys.”
When they left, dawn had threaded the fog with pale gold. The guild rewarded them with coin and a small map that promised safe ports. The Keeper pressed a key into Belfast’s gloved hand, an old brass thing shaped like a bow. “For when order must be given to chaos,” he said. adventuring with belfast in another world v01 best
“Kizuna, which way?” she asked.
Kizuna hopped onto her lap and fell asleep, the ribbon on its tail curling like a satisfied question mark. Belfast watched the map’s edges and felt, for the first time, an eager steadiness. There would be more beacons, more Keepers, and perhaps storms worse than missing sailors. She did not fear them. She had her rules, her charm, and an uncanny ability to make order out of the uncanny. Belfast replied with a curtsy, practiced and strange
Belfast inclined her head. “Precision is a form of kindness. Tell me the facts.” The guild rewarded them with coin and a