The topic suddenly shifted to Inra...
Marilla sighed somewhat helplessly, but... that's exactly what she was going to say.
"Speaking of Yinla... the head of the family sent a letter."
As she said this, Marilla handed Isabella a letter whose wax seal had already been opened... Clearly, many people had already seen this letter, and Isabella was now completely sidelined.
If it were when Ira was still alive, at least... ah, back then no one wrote to Ira, they all wrote directly to Ira, so it would be fine. Now at least it's a bit more normal.
"The first part is greetings and letting people know they're safe; the real part is the last part."
As Marilla spoke, she looked at Isabella, who seemed cold and whose hands were trembling as she stretched out her cotton coat, and explained, "According to Isabella, Her Holiness Pope Myrian Milian seems to have the ability to foresee various calamities..."
As everyone knows, Yinla himself doesn't really trust prophetic professionals, so since even he's saying it so seriously, then perhaps this information is quite credible.
"The patriarch means that the next disaster will be a disaster of the sea. He hopes that all countries can evacuate their supplies and personnel from the coast as much as possible and temporarily close their ports... Your Highness, what do you mean?"
When Marilla asked her question, Isabella's mind was entirely on the "concern" and "greetings" in the first half of the letter. She casually replied, "If I said 'don't believe it,' wouldn't you do it?"
"..."
Marilla's silence speaks volumes.
"Then let's evacuate. Anyway... I won't say no, and you know that."
As she said this, Isabella smiled, her eyes fixed on the letter—
How have you been lately?
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