You decided that you'd all pay a visit the very heart of Centria, much to the cheers of your wives. This trip wasn't only for sightseeing but held a specific purpose; three days ago Ruby told you that the bureaucrats in Centria were gonna talk to you sometime this week, and you wanted to make sure everything was accounted for.

"My gallant Master," Ruby said as you all stopped at a popular restaurant, once again somehow materializing a cup of tea, "Far be it for me to object to any choice of yours, yet I wish to remind you that the elvish bureaucrats I spoke with assured me that your patent would accepted in less than a week's time."

"Master is making the right choice." Ayane responded to Ruby in your defense, then turned to you. "It is wise of you to personally verify that there won't be any foul play."

"Yeah, that's an important reason for it." You said.

Honestly you just wanted to get it over with.

"I doubt anything untoward is afoot." Ruby silently sipped a bit of tea. This particular blend had a cinnamon fragrance rising from it. "Should even Forthwythe or Rostchilde attack, I would expect Centria to defend us, it would undermine the mercantile foundations of Centria itself otherwise."

"It would be unlikely indeed." Ayane conceded. "Yet I cannot help but worry. I've had to suffer through inefficiencies and incompetence in the past regarding official Centrian policy."

"I'd like to hear more about that, darling." You said.

"I realized this while I was working for my father: The government of Centria is a loose coalition of international interests, held together by greed and sheer luck. As such, if one wants to strike a deal with the administration, one has to maneuver between the both Eastian and Westphalian factions— making sure not to offend either side— get the right amount of paperwork filled out by a certain time, and hope nothing was lost in the system."

"Wotcha off to wit' this, then?" Asked Cattleya.

"Simply that we should brace ourselves for this patent's requirements." Ayane said.

"Hey, Rubes?" Bertha shifted the conversation as she nibbled on a salad. "Aren't you, like, always talking about secret stuff?"

"Ruby, you usually have a million different theories and schemes going on." Mel also joined in.

"I for one am glad that you've decided to not consider such things." Ayane idly commented.

"You understate my thoughts on the matter." Ruby said with a smile. "Make no mistake— I indeed always have plans for every encounter. I've simply deduced that everything will fall in the favor of my gallant Master~" Rose then gifted you a self-assured smile as she glanced at you.

"They'd best give guv a bit 'o respect, tell you wot." Cattleya meowed. "He's a bloody Savant. His words 'ave more 'ammer than the average pencil pusher."

"Well said." Gerty nodded her head. "Master is gracing them with his presence. It would be foolish to snub this honor."