"Messages?" Robin furrowed his brows slightly, a faint crease forming between them. "From whom exactly?"
The last time he had bothered to open his inbox, he had responded to all the lords in a deliberately vague, sweeping manner that settled their concerns and closed the door on any need for further replies. He thought that would buy him decades of silence.
"There are many direct messages addressed to you, Human Lord — tens of millions of them, piling up nonstop. However, there are four specific messages that might hold greater significance for you personally." Timari spoke calmly, and with a graceful wave of her small hand, a floating list materialized, displaying four names glowing faintly:
< Sword-Theo2 … Lord Hedrick … Lord Damir … Lord Saher … >
"Theo? Open the message immediately." Robin's brows tightened at once, a sudden sense of unease tightening in his chest. Why in the world would Theo use the Soul Society for communication?
