You decided to go back to the IDCA. An easy choice, both because of the opportunity it could bring and that appointment you made yesterday.

All of you were in your airship, taking it easy as The Vixen's Luck cut through the sky down towards the city.

Today proved to be pretty relaxing, all things considered. Especially since you'd decided to keep the tower in Centria.

"Master, do we really have to go again?" Bertha groaned. You're not sure if it was the altitude, but while you were all in the Northern Pillar she had a bout of morning sickness.

"We can drop you off at the castle if you want." You really needed to make that holistic cure Ayane was talking about.

"Nu-uh." Your warrioress shook her head. "I don't wanna be without Master."

"Foolish mortals," Yumi said, almost returning to her old theatrics, "You are all entwined in your pitiful woes, suffering by the maddening scrolls of lawmaking! Why inflict such torment upon your own transient souls?"

"Now that's one of the biggest bloody mysteries of the universe, innit?" Cattleya meowed.

"Gamus really needs to pull his act together." Herta muttered. She was referring to the God of Laws, who she'd described as an overworked wagie.

Before you know it you're mooring The Vixen's Luck by one of the ports in the heart of Centria. Soon you're walking to the building once more, it's formal halls greeting you with their almost plain neoclassical architecture.

And, once again, you meet with that tired looking wood elf.

"Lord Doe, correct?" She said without waiting for introductions. "Your appointment will be in half an hour. Please take a seat by the waiting room."

"Right. Thank you." You responded.

You then ask for her name, considering this is the second time you've met with her, to which she replied that familiarity while at work was frowned upon here due to how favoritism could emerge from it. You decide not to mention that another wood elf working in the bureaucracy, Morgar, had no issue introducing himself after you'd purchased your properties in Centria.

Her hostility predictably resulted in your more defensive wives (mostly Gerty) once more demand that she respect you. And once more you had calm said wives down before they started duels in your name.

"Just a few more hours and today will end..." The wood elf muttered to herself as you were about to leave. "Get a hold of yourself, Elya. There's just two more days until I can go back to the forest and my Master-husband again..."

"Did you say anything?" You said.

"Nothing for you to worry over." She nearly glared at you, too tired to actually muster anything up.

You and all of your slave-wives (and a mostly talkative Yumi) all went to wait where asked to. It was still early in the afternoon, so you were making good time, and your wives only did the minimum amount of complaining.

Everything was going smoothly. A little too smoothly.