Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 467: Arc 6, - 83: Crisis Averted

"Crck, chfth. With the defeat of the Deuctus Cult leader named Beauregard last Thursday morning, the Grand Alderman Lady Pinberry had emergency missives sent to the Malecise Regime to explain the situation that occurred.

While the sum of damages done to the Malcesian Navy is estimated to be in the millions, the Burntish leader has stated that Burnetrout cannot be held accountable for the actions of terrorists.

She also added that the actions of the Thundering Blade were a courtesy, not accountability; that if she and her party, newly known as the Sirens of Kria, had not intervened with the help of the Burntish Navy, the damages would have been far more severe.

Some radicals among the nation believe that the grand alderman should have impeded the Thundering Blade’s actions, in favour of the Malecise Regime being demolished, perhaps beyond repair.

When asked last Friday night, Lady Pinberry alongside the Secretary of State, Cordula Richter, have made no comment on the issue.

A few documents were released for public view yesterday of the events that occurred, including the report written by the Azure Firefly to invoke diplomacy between the nations involved.

Yesterday we mourned the losses at the tragedy that occurred at Palais Celneir, as well as the Burntish Navy. With the destruction of the Burntish Courthouse and the Dolpool Police Department on March 1st, Palais Celneir now also sees plans for renovation.

The Deuctus Cult remain at large and citizens are advised to stay safe among these trying times.

While the stress of the nation has waned today, Lady Pinberry has invited the Sirens of Kria, alongside the naval crew of the SS Narwhal, Detectives, Kazuo Namora, Morgana Aetherton and Rosemary Chesire, and an adventurer who goes by the monicker the Scorching Inferno, to city hall.

This adventurer is reportedly responsible for the detainment of one of the heads of the Deuctus Cult known as Ambrose, who was trialled on the day of- Chfw..."

"Crispy’s on the news now, would you look at that," Jotou smiled as she turned the volume down.

Hotaru poked her head out of the kitchen, "Jotou, what are you wearing?" her eyes bubbled for a moment while she gawked.

Jotou tucked a few blonde strands behind her ear, "I don’t have that diverse of a wardrobe Aru, it’s either this or a hoodie, take your pick."

"You have more formal clothes Jotou, the palace made plenty," the redhead walked towards her, herself wearing a long-sleeved blue blouse and a corseted khaki skirt that went till her ankles.

"They’re all a bit off for the occasion, don’t you think? It’s more of a day-to-day sorta formal, not official formal." ’When did I start caring about this...?’

"I’m not sure I get what you mean, but s-sure, then just go borrow something of mine to wear."

Jotou leaned in close to the wolf-girl, "Who’s to say I’m not already~?"

The proximity and the scent of her perfume mixed with the flowers turned Hotaru’s face red. She looked at Jotou from under her lashes, "Alright housecat, I need you to be serious today."

"When have I not been?" she brushed her nose against the other’s.

Hotaru’s fangs glistened as she held the blonde by the waist with one hand and her neck with the other. The two lingered for a moment before the redhead spoke, "You’re not going to a gala, I know you’re just wearing this to show off. Just the dress; everything else is... deliciously fine."

"Won’t you help me undress Ms Kinoshita? It might be faster," Jotou hushed against her lips.

A toast covered in strawberry jam was pushed into Jotou’s mouth instead—the first thing Hotaru could reach for from the dining table. Jotou bit down as the redhead smiled, "Nice try, but we can’t be late—go."

Jotou whined with the toast in her mouth before she grabbed it properly to eat. She turned, at which point Hotaru gave her a small spank on the butt before Jotou headed upstairs with a side-eye.

Hotaru sighed, her tail finally coming to a halt. She looked over at breakfast to see what was left- "S-Sobi! How long have you been here??" her ears spiked and her face flushed a bright red.

In her usual magician’s attire, sitting at the dining table, with a blank stare and her jammed toast freshly stolen off the plate, "The whole time..." Asobi answered, blinking her widened eyes a few more times.

Meanwhile upstairs, sat swinging her legs on her father’s bedside, wearing a short-sleeved puffy gown of cream-hue and leaves all over it was Kineko. Her hair was in low pigtails with a distinct lack of hairpins, much to the little girl’s dismay.

"This should help kid," Kazuo managed to fish out a set of suspenders from his effects.

Fumeko took the suspenders handed to her and continued examining his room. "You really need to clean up in here."

"I’ll worry about that kid," he sighed and stood up from his kneeling position and shut the bottom drawer with a kick. He then grunted and pushed a fist into his back to massage some sort of soreness. "How’s it fit?"

Fumeko put them on and clipped the suspenders onto her skirt; two black straps went over her shoulders from her waist and connected to a silver ring at the centre of her back, where another strap clipped to the back of her skirt.

Beyond the purple headband, she had a distinct lack of purple on her. Her black leather holster rested to the side of her pleated black short skirt. Silver buckles along the black straps wrinkled the white shirt she wore, with sleeves folded up to her elbows.

She tapped her pointed-toe boots on the ground and adjusted her knee-length black socks. "Fits just fine," she checked her watch.

Kazuo looked his daughter up and down, "...I’ll have to take you shopping soon."

"You can leave it to Mrs Aetherton if you can’t. Your choice of fashion is uhm," Fumeko re-examined herself in the clothing her father had newly bought. She then looked at her father’s clothing, "The same...?"

"Noted kid," he yielded.

"I mean, I like it. It’s fine," she did not appear disappointed, perhaps a little embarrassed at most.

"Big sis looks like a detective now," Kineko chimed in.

The brunette went quiet; she cleared her throat. "Thanks..." and then she avoided eye contact with the kid. "We can forget about the shopping then."

"Kineko, are you sure you don’t wanna stay at home with Mr Lampard, he’s free for the day," Kazuo attempted to convince.

Kineko pouted, "Aunty Spauky-Eyes said I can come!"

"Dad, I don’t think the cult’s gonna take city hall, they’d have no reason to," Fumeko voiced.

"None that I can figure out for the moment," her father replied. "Crashing a private event doesn’t fit the modus operandi of the cult, but it doesn’t mean the public isn’t watching." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"With us there, it’s probably the safest place from the cult; last I checked, this house doesn’t have some sort of protective enchantment."

"Aunty said to wrebel against authowity; you can’t keep me in the house fowever," Kineko held her breath.

Fumeko smirked.

Kazuo raised a brow and blinked a few times before he shook his head to dismiss Jotou’s interference. "Trust me kiddo, I’m trying not to. Fine, but you promise me something. You stay close to your big sister and Aunty Hotaru, got it?"

"Hmmm, Agweeable tewrms," she gave a nod and hopped down from the bed.

"Fumeko, first sign of danger, can you blink your sister out of harm?" he crossed his arms.

"Uh, I’ve not really blinked while I’m with someone else before," Fumeko doubted.

"You’ve teleported across Dolpool and can walk on water and crawl on ceilings kiddo, I think you’ll be able to manage," Kazuo replied.

Fumeko blushed, "I’ll try..."

"Good. Now, love you both," he ruffled both his daughters heads. "Out of my room and finish off whatever’s left of breakfast, I need to get ready," he patted them on the back to push them out of the room.

The door shut behind them gently. Fumeko glanced next to her and looked her sister up and down, "Eh, you’re probably small enough to carry and blink around."

Kineko, who was only about a quarter metre shorter than Fumeko, stood on the tips of her toes to make herself a little taller.

Fumeko furrowed her brows, then stood on the tips of her toes to rival the child’s height.

"Hey, how do I look?" Jotou walked out of her room, now wearing a cream-hued lace dress, with bits of her skin at the shoulders and collarbone visible through the floral lace.

Her petticoat puffed out the bottom half, only leaving her boots for view—much more modest than what she wore previously. "The palace made it for me, but I’ve never worn this one."

"Aunty’s matching me!" Kineko rushed over to the blonde’s side and showed off her own gown.

Jotou smiled, "Yup, I’m psychic and knew ahead of time."

Fumeko finally opened up her mouth to speak after a pause, "You look pretty, but don’t you think there’s a lot going on there," she circle her finger in the air around her face.

"Doesn’t match much does it," Jotou took off a single thundering blitz from her hair. "I’ll just tone down the makeup maybe."

"Can I wear?" Kineko reached to hold Jotou’s arm with the flower.

"Uh, probably shouldn’t, this is for funerals Kineko," Jotou pulled the flower away.

"Then why’s aunty weawring them? Are we going to a funewral?" she asked, quizzically tilting her head.

"I just like them, but it’s taboo normally. And no, it’s not a funeral."

"Dad said we’re going to city hall to meet the eldewr lady in chawrge, but he didn’t say why. Why are we going?"

"Well, it’s a," Jotou locked eyes with Fumeko to confer.

"It’s cause we won a battle," the brunette replied.

"Ohhh, an awawrd cewemony? Is there a tourophy?" her knees bounced up and down in place.

"Not exactly, we battled a big monster and stopped an international crisis," Jotou worded. "There’s no trophy per se, nor ceremony. Lady Pinberry just wants to thank us privately and talk about some things."

"Oh, boowwing office stuff?"

Jotou chuckled, "Yes, the bowing office stuff that Aunty Hotaru likes."

"She can probably hear you," Fumeko crossed her arms.

"She knows what she denied," Jotou’s eyes sparked as she said it a little louder. Hotaru was probably rolling her eyes.

"So that’s why we need to dwress up all nice? For office wowrk?" Kineko asked.

"Mostly cause these are really high-ranking people; they’re fussy like that," Jotou replied.

"Said the one who’s dressing up and doing makeup more and more these days," Fumeko’s eyes glazed over.

Jotou looked at her with a grim expression, "I don’t know what’s happening either; save me."

"What was the monster like?" Kineko continued bouncing up and down.

"You didn’t hear it in the news?" the blonde cocked her head to the side.

"Slime! But I wanna know more! How did big sis and aunty defeat it!?" she was much more excited now that her sources of joy had returned home after a while.

"Well, it’s a long story," Jotou continued to look to Fumeko for help.

"Come on, dad asked us to finish up breakfast, we can talk in the carriage," Fumeko begrudgingly put her hand out.

"Oh yeah!" Kineko hopped away, not caring at all at the hand the brunette had offered and ran down the stairs.

"That little..." Fumeko glared and shook her head.

"Thank you. D’you mind calling Ben at the hotel and see if he’s already on the way?"

"Fine, I gotta call Tiffy anyway. Mind if I ask you a favour too then?"

"What?"

"You paint stuff, so, could you uhm, do my eyeliner?" she avoided eye contact. "You’re already doing that stuff and Sobi’s at breakfast so."

"You wanna try some lipstick too?" Jotou smirked.

"Just, the eyeliner..." she gulped.

"I don’t mind detective, I don’t mind at all~"