Kaelus had bought her a massive stack of incredibly expensive, magically conductive parchment from the Capital's artisan district. The paper was woven with threads of refined mythril and imbued with minor spatial-retention runes.
The ghosts stared at the pile of paper waterfowl.
Silence.
Agatha stared.
Sir Reginald stared.
Bartholomew stared.
The ghost dog barked silently.
"...Ducks?" Agatha asked, her translucent brow furrowing in profound confusion.
"Ducks."
"You intend to conquer the Imperial Capital with ducks?"
Seraphina put her hands on her hips.
"They're not ordinary ducks."
She picked one up.
"They are the Duck Service Squad."
Bartholomew blinked.
"The... Duck Service Squad?"
"D.S.S."
She nodded proudly.
"Very professional."
Nobody questioned the acronym.
Seraphina sat back down in the center of the pile, then placed the duck on the carpet.
She closed her eyes, channeling a surgical thread of her Supreme Dark Core into the magically conductive parchment.
