I am growing to despise paperwork. It was not even as if I had the blade packed into my carry on luggage, and yet...form, after form, after form. Do they honestly expect me to break into the baggage compartment, grab a sword, climb back to the passengers, and attack with it?
We arrived in Albany without real incident. After the planning at the hotel was finished...well. Moira-san and Alanna-san got too friendly, so I swiftly retired to my room to speak to the spirit of the sword we recovered. It is called the Reza-Shouten. It was not, as I suspected, of divine or infernal make. An old blade, exceptionally well crafted, but one forged by mortal hands. It seemed to be pleased to be in the hand of a daughter of Amaterasu.
The both of them need a sense of modesty, but I doubt they will listen to me. In any event, we ended up getting in touch with the being we were sent to speak to, Muscowequan. The dinner was lovely, and even had we not known he was not human, I would have at least suspected. He had the eyes of a snake. I do not know if the others noticed, and have decided not to bring it up yet. Unfortunately, however, it turns out that a book that would have aided was was stolen. So we get the pleasure of assaulting another possible Titanspawn operations base.
Moira-san and Aren-san can handle the subterfuge in dealing with the Professor Loki-sama wished discredited. They can attend to it without my aid. It would still be easier to simply destroy his notes and let that be the end of it. It would serve the purpose, but..those two are set. I shall simply bend with the storm and let is pass.
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