Dear grimoire,

I have been waiting for almost a month. The last celebration of the dead and spirits was very interesting to observe.
Since last year's story provoked such strong emotions, let us hope that the one to come will live up to your expectations.

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Commissions status
Chapter - WhiteflameK (Sketching)
Chapter - Anonymous (Storyboarding)
-I take no more commissions for this month. Please wait November-

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-You're cruel, Owl.
-A human soul is a human soul. She will be in your care. I will not attempt anything against her, directly or indirectly. But if she remains at the Manor, I decline all responsibility in the event of unsupervised use of alchemical ingredients or artefacts.
-... Knowing you, that's the best I can get from you. So we're good. said Eterenea, pressing her lips together in resignation.
-So be it.

Astrid had obviously heard none of this. She was focused on the two oni (Mature) who were resting. As always, the undead one got up first and stared at her with his empty eye sockets. The living oni awoke more gently from his torpor.

-Doctor. Pleased to see you.
-Hello, Neth'Arak. I'm... glad to see that you seem... um... in good shape?
-In one piece. More appropriate.
-Oh, sorry. I... I'm still not used to your... ... ... metabolism. Hrm. And Nesh'Eza?
-Mmmmmmrh... I could have slept for another five minutes, but we've been resting here for ages. I'm fine. Thank you for your kind care, Doctor.
-Technically, I couldn't do much except be your host's mediator.
-We know. That's already a lot, replied Neth'Arak.

Astrid approached them and took a closer look at their physical condition. Apart from a few visible scratches, it was simply impressive. She asked them to get up and take a few steps out of their beds, which they did without any noticeable difficulty.

-Good, good... So that was the last time I visited you as a doctor. You're ready to go out!