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Their party assembled: a green-clad cartographer who smelled of ink and rain; a lanky spell-forger whose fingers left sparks; and a quiet archer who seemed to measure the world in distance and silence. Belfast’s role was not to fight, the captain said; it was to enter the Beacon, speak politely, and bring back the Keeper’s ledger. If things went sideways, she was to keep order and ensure no one panicked.

Inside the Beacon, staircases spiraled like the whorls of an ear. Bells hung from moss, and each rung chimed with a different season. Shadows bowed as Belfast passed, acknowledging her steadiness. At the top, they found a sitting room full of teacups, each steaming as if someone had just left. The Keeper was a thin figure, pale as bone, who complained of drafts in the pretense of hospitality. adventuring with belfast in another world v01 best

Belfast glanced at Kizuna, who twined around her ankles. “A maid can tidy a room. A maid can tidy a world,” she said. Their party assembled: a green-clad cartographer who smelled