Ruth Da Rossa.
Lostalid da Rossa’s younger sister, Ruth da Rossa, was renowned as the top lawyer on the continent with the highest success rate, yet she had a somewhat whimsical side. She had a profound fondness for trials, akin to a kind of mania. In a word, she could be likened to the Iris Elaine of the legal realm. She was a woman whom the goddess of law held in constant favor, and the goddess of victory also watched over her meticulously. She had scarcely faced a true defeat, and she was even famous for not truly losing in moments of apparent defeat. It was on one such morning that she encountered the messenger of Iris.
“Ah, ah, ah, greetings…”
A semi-transparent fairy with wings emerged surreptitiously from behind a potted plant on her office desk.
Oh my, how endearing.
Ruth was taken aback. She had never entertained the idea of encountering a household fairy in her lifetime, so she was at a loss for how to proceed. As Ruth blinked her eyes, the fairy spoke once more, this time with a slightly louder voice, a hint of anxiety evident.
“Ah, greetings!”
Is this from A Midsummer Night’s Dream or something?
“Hello?”
Responding in kind to Ruth’s Shakespearean tone, the fairy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, patting its chest with an expression of reassurance. It appeared it had been concerned about the possibility of ineffective communication.
“Jimnyojeong. Imnidang.”
Pointing at itself, the household fairy explained
“That’s evident.”
She has eyes, too. incredible cute, she might add. Ruth smiled as she spoke, and in response, the fairy pointed to itself, mirroring her action.
“I’m a lawyer.”
Just then, a sharp knock resounded, and the door swung open, revealing Ruth’s secretary.
“Ruth, you have a client scheduled for today.”
The client is the problem. I just met a household fairy! Ruth replied firmly.
“Cancel it! Or reschedule!”
“No, the client isn’t coming either. It’s someone named Laiden.”
“Well, that’s fortunate!”
In that moment, the household fairy lightly grasped the hem of Ruth’s blouse. When Ruth raised her head, the fairy blushed slightly, pointing to itself.
“Laiden!”
“Ah, I understand!”
Had Ruth ever seen such a courteous household fairy before? And it even made a reservation? Ruth seemed to smile brightly.
“So, you’re Ms. Laiden.”
The secretary glanced at Ruth with the eyes one might use to look at a lunatic before slowly shifting her gaze to where Ruth’s attention had gone.
Then, oh my!
She couldn’t help but let out an exclamation of awe.
“This, this, could it be, could it be?”
“Household fairy Laiden. She’s a client,”
Ruth explained, and the secretary covered her mouth in astonishment. So, so, so adorable. With wide eyes, the secretary then looked back at Leiden.
“Raidong! Jimnyojeong. Imnidang.”
The secretary’s mother was from En Letaire. She was rather adept at speaking En Letaire, so she excitedly exclaimed, “Oh my!” upon hearing the language.
“I’ll bring some tea. R-Laiden, what would you like?”
Tea?
Laiden’s eyes widened. Do humans drink tea? She had never tasted such a thing. She was a household fairy—a being that brewed tea, not one that drank it. However, he loved tea, so he answered without hesitation.
“Honcha! Saltang, manimani!”
As the secretary went to brew some heavily sweetened black tea, Laiden took a moment to gather his thoughts. The language was a challenging foreign concept to her. In fact, among the household fairies, those capable of speaking human language were exceedingly rare. In this sense, Laiden was close to a prodigy.
“Luna. Oppa. Martop. Issummidang.”
“Ah, Ruth’s talking about the big brother, right? Rosalind. Yes, yes. Yes, he’s in Martop.”
Ruth was a woman who adored cute things and craved adventure. She responded to the contract that the household fairy offered, seemingly willing to sign anything in her excitement.
“Ruth. Owner. Iris. Elaine, head of Martop, Issummidang.”
Iris Elaine. Ah, was she referring to the princess of Martop? She had certainly heard that name before, but… she was deceased.
Oh, dear.
Ruth looked at the pitiable household fairy with sympathy. Was it trying to sue on behalf of its deceased owner? Oh, what to do with this poor household fairy? Alright, she’ll take care of everything. Was it the queen who killed that princess? She’ll empty the queen’s entire estate for her. Oh dear, our poor household fairy. But what happens to a household fairy when its owner dies? Is it free now? Can it make a contract with her?
Ruth pondered, imagining her quaint little house. Could this truly become “our household fairy”?
“I understand. Iris Elaine, right?”
“Well, that’s a relief, Iris. Letter. Here.”
A letter? How does a dead person write a letter? Did they predict this and leave a letter behind?
Ruth received the letter and started reading it. As she read on, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Oh my, oh my, oh my!” until she burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, Laiden, as the secretary went to brew the tea, was sipping it from the spoon. Well, not enough sugar. Laiden frowned. Humans really can’t brew black tea. Household fairies could brew tea according to someone’s taste with just a glance. Humans lacked that ability. In disappointment, Laiden sipped his bittersweet tea. She vowed never to ask humans to brew tea for her again.
“Wait a moment, Ms. Laiden, so you mean to say that Iris Elaine is now Queen Rosemary?”
“Yeah!”
“Physically, she’s Queen Rosemary, but spiritually, she’s Iris Elaine?”
“Yeah!”
“Wow!”
Ruth, her face brimming with excitement, walked briskly and opened the office door.
Outside Ruth’s splendid office was a very spacious room. Dozens of employees were passionately rifling through documents, writing something, feeding owls that delivered letters, and so on—it was bustling with activity. Ruth Da Rossa Law Office. While there was only one lawyer, the staff consisted of dozens, all working for the sake of Ruth. It was like a massive creature’s head on its body. The gigantic head of this creature exclaimed with great enthusiasm,
“Pack up, everyone! We’re headed to En Letaire! An incredibly thrilling case has arisen!”
“What about the money, Ruth?!”
The shout came from a man named Mad, who was responsible for the office’s finances. He was known for yelling, “Ruth!” whenever Ruth got into an accident. Ruth playfully squinted one eye.
“To the left, the palace; to the right, Martop. We’re going to squeeze them both dry!”
Ruth Da Rossa.
Lostalid da Rossa’s younger sister, Ruth da Rossa, was renowned as the top lawyer on the continent with the highest success rate, yet she had a somewhat whimsical side. She had a profound fondness for trials, akin to a kind of mania. In a word, she could be likened to the Iris Elaine of the legal realm. She was a woman whom the goddess of law held in constant favor, and the goddess of victory also watched over her meticulously. She had scarcely faced a true defeat, and she was even famous for not truly losing in moments of apparent defeat. It was on one such morning that she encountered the messenger of Iris.
“Ah, ah, ah, greetings…”
A semi-transparent fairy with wings emerged surreptitiously from behind a potted plant on her office desk.
Oh my, how endearing.
Ruth was taken aback. She had never entertained the idea of encountering a household fairy in her lifetime, so she was at a loss for how to proceed. As Ruth blinked her eyes, the fairy spoke once more, this time with a slightly louder voice, a hint of anxiety evident.
“Ah, greetings!”
Is this from A Midsummer Night’s Dream or something?
“Hello?”
Responding in kind to Ruth’s Shakespearean tone, the fairy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, patting its chest with an expression of reassurance. It appeared it had been concerned about the possibility of ineffective communication.
“Jimnyojeong. Imnidang.”
Pointing at itself, the household fairy explained
“That’s evident.”
She has eyes, too. incredible cute, she might add. Ruth smiled as she spoke, and in response, the fairy pointed to itself, mirroring her action.
“I’m a lawyer.”
Just then, a sharp knock resounded, and the door swung open, revealing Ruth’s secretary.
“Ruth, you have a client scheduled for today.”
The client is the problem. I just met a household fairy! Ruth replied firmly.
“Cancel it! Or reschedule!”
“No, the client isn’t coming either. It’s someone named Laiden.”
“Well, that’s fortunate!”
In that moment, the household fairy lightly grasped the hem of Ruth’s blouse. When Ruth raised her head, the fairy blushed slightly, pointing to itself.
“Laiden!”
“Ah, I understand!”
Had Ruth ever seen such a courteous household fairy before? And it even made a reservation? Ruth seemed to smile brightly.
“So, you’re Ms. Laiden.”
The secretary glanced at Ruth with the eyes one might use to look at a lunatic before slowly shifting her gaze to where Ruth’s attention had gone.
Then, oh my!
She couldn’t help but let out an exclamation of awe.
“This, this, could it be, could it be?”
“Household fairy Laiden. She’s a client,”
Ruth explained, and the secretary covered her mouth in astonishment. So, so, so adorable. With wide eyes, the secretary then looked back at Leiden.
“Raidong! Jimnyojeong. Imnidang.”
The secretary’s mother was from En Letaire. She was rather adept at speaking En Letaire, so she excitedly exclaimed, “Oh my!” upon hearing the language.
“I’ll bring some tea. R-Laiden, what would you like?”
Tea?
Laiden’s eyes widened. Do humans drink tea? She had never tasted such a thing. She was a household fairy—a being that brewed tea, not one that drank it. However, he loved tea, so he answered without hesitation.
“Honcha! Saltang, manimani!”
As the secretary went to brew some heavily sweetened black tea, Laiden took a moment to gather his thoughts. The language was a challenging foreign concept to her. In fact, among the household fairies, those capable of speaking human language were exceedingly rare. In this sense, Laiden was close to a prodigy.
“Luna. Oppa. Martop. Issummidang.”
“Ah, Ruth’s talking about the big brother, right? Rosalind. Yes, yes. Yes, he’s in Martop.”
Ruth was a woman who adored cute things and craved adventure. She responded to the contract that the household fairy offered, seemingly willing to sign anything in her excitement.
“Ruth. Owner. Iris. Elaine, head of Martop, Issummidang.”
Iris Elaine. Ah, was she referring to the princess of Martop? She had certainly heard that name before, but… she was deceased.
Oh, dear.
Ruth looked at the pitiable household fairy with sympathy. Was it trying to sue on behalf of its deceased owner? Oh, what to do with this poor household fairy? Alright, she’ll take care of everything. Was it the queen who killed that princess? She’ll empty the queen’s entire estate for her. Oh dear, our poor household fairy. But what happens to a household fairy when its owner dies? Is it free now? Can it make a contract with her?
Ruth pondered, imagining her quaint little house. Could this truly become “our household fairy”?
“I understand. Iris Elaine, right?”
“Well, that’s a relief, Iris. Letter. Here.”
A letter? How does a dead person write a letter? Did they predict this and leave a letter behind?
Ruth received the letter and started reading it. As she read on, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Oh my, oh my, oh my!” until she burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, Laiden, as the secretary went to brew the tea, was sipping it from the spoon. Well, not enough sugar. Laiden frowned. Humans really can’t brew black tea. Household fairies could brew tea according to someone’s taste with just a glance. Humans lacked that ability. In disappointment, Laiden sipped his bittersweet tea. She vowed never to ask humans to brew tea for her again.
“Wait a moment, Ms. Laiden, so you mean to say that Iris Elaine is now Queen Rosemary?”
“Yeah!”
“Physically, she’s Queen Rosemary, but spiritually, she’s Iris Elaine?”
“Yeah!”
“Wow!”
Ruth, her face brimming with excitement, walked briskly and opened the office door.
Outside Ruth’s splendid office was a very spacious room. Dozens of employees were passionately rifling through documents, writing something, feeding owls that delivered letters, and so on—it was bustling with activity. Ruth Da Rossa Law Office. While there was only one lawyer, the staff consisted of dozens, all working for the sake of Ruth. It was like a massive creature’s head on its body. The gigantic head of this creature exclaimed with great enthusiasm,
“Pack up, everyone! We’re headed to En Letaire! An incredibly thrilling case has arisen!”
“What about the money, Ruth?!”
The shout came from a man named Mad, who was responsible for the office’s finances. He was known for yelling, “Ruth!” whenever Ruth got into an accident. Ruth playfully squinted one eye.
“To the left, the palace; to the right, Martop. We’re going to squeeze them both dry!”
