A Letter by Another Bird

Dear Osiris,

I didn't receive your papers.

Mother admonished me for being too… grumpy. She said my temper has risen lately, and that I need somebody to dim my flames. By the time of writing this letter, it has been five days. I guess other than the factors you mentioned before, the servants also neglect my health. They've been doing so for all my years in this suffocating palace, but I guess I didn't realize until you woke up two days after catching a disease I would've taken a week to recover from.

Well, I'm afraid to tell you I probably won't be helping you on your case. The last case has deteriorated my precious, fragile body, and Mother is so worried about me that she locks me up once again. You shouldn't become too accustomed to my presence, since I probably won't be let out of my room any time soon. Even during the last investigation, Mother still locked me up and monitored my times.

Good job. I knew it was a good idea to give you the Tarnin brothers, since they are much more intelligent than you. I think they'll solve this case faster than you ever will in your life, maybe two times faster. Three times, if you will. But, I heard that Elias doesn't know of his brother's new name and identity. I guess it doesn't really matter, though. As long as their brains accelerate yours, I won't judge.

Oh, and I think I know Mother's reason for your search already. If you are really too stupid to understand, the sword through her heart was probably from a royal knight, if it was a phoenix. If it has four feathers on its wing, it's Rome's, your precious captain. But, it's probably not, because I heard he spent the whole day with his fiance. I guess the only thing you know is to swing your sword, not even stopping to look down at its hilt.

(Yours has five feathers, if you were wondering. Mine does too, but it's probably rusting in the darkest pits of my closet.)

Easter.

P.S. What happened to your letter? Did you spill some ink? It's difficult for my poor recovering mind to read.