Kal'tsit stared at the half-person-high pile of novels, her expression darkening as she asked Amiya,
"Were these all written by the Doctor?"
"Yes, Teacher Kal'tsit."
"My Deep Sea Lover, The Godfather of Siracusa, How the Steel of Ursus Was Forged, My Years as a General in Great Yan, The Laterano Pope's Diary, The Snowrealm Saint's Revelation, The Longmen Son-in-Law, The Sarkaz Duke..."
Kal'tsit slammed a hand on the desk, grinding her teeth.
Amnesia?
Just a novelist?
Who would believe that?!
The women outside were practically shouting the place down.
Kal'tsit raised her head and fixed her gaze on him. "Do you have anything to say?"
"I'm sorry, Kal'tsit."
