I realized that in some way, my library had become a mix of a personal office too.
The desk sat near the window where the crimson light filtered through, and the sofa was positioned at an angle that made it easy to shift between reading and working.
There were racks and shelves specifically designated for new documents—neat, organized, ready to hold whatever reports or records I needed to keep.
"Whoever designed this room has a great thing going on."
Anatuya had given me the portfolio and job documents for Ruriki earlier, which I needed to confirm before she became an official worker within the Ravena Mansion.
I flipped open the folder and started reading through it.
"Ruriki is thirty-two years old, huh," I muttered aloud, eyebrows lifting. "That's surprising. She doesn't look that old at all."
The document continued.
Sole daughter, born and raised in the Clawed Mountain, the territory of the Soratsume Clan.
