Artor didn't come back, but Feshenanki's messenger bird arrived first.
Ellie Miller opened the study window, letting the little creature with gorgeous blue feathers fly in.
Today, the messenger bird was without flowers.
Clearly, Feshenanki still hadn't managed to appease Alice.
Ellie Miller took out two folded pieces of parchment from the bird's mailbox.
She unfolded the first piece of parchment, which had elegant script written by the Elf:
[I guess sister came last time for this.
Also, Lily still hasn't forgiven me, do you have any good advice?]
Ellie Miller: "..."
Ellie Miller picked up the pen, the tip leaving delicate script:
[Dear brother-in-law:
Why not write to Artor about this question?
After all, you both have extensive experience in making wives angry.
By the way, I'm seriously answering this question.
I suggest you listen to Artor's answer in reverse.
Otherwise, you might end up divorced too.
Your sister, Ellie Miller.]
