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The office was something familiar, it looked almost untouched except for the pile of papers that were nearly spilling over the desk. The family portrait was still hung on the wall, although the image of her father had a black veil over it to symbolize that they were still mourning. Celeste wheeled right over to it ad pulled the veil off. Her Father wasn't dead, there was no reason to cloak it. The guard at the door seemed uneasy as he closed it behind the two girls, leaving them to take care of official royal business. "There's so much paperwork, how do they do it all?" Celeste groaned, running a hand through her hair. "This is so tiring, we've been at this for an hour and we haven't made a dent," more papers kept coming in. At one point Celeste had a feeling they were just handing her blank papers to sign as a joke, although each one had scribbles that she didn't really bother reading as they were mere building permits asking for permission to relocate resources from the outer districts and import them here, to Eden.
"Thanks for being here, I know this is probably boring you." Although Kitra liked reading, Celeste was sure that she probably didn't like reading about boring things like size perimeters and whether they should use clay or mortar. "It's not as fun as the tour I promised you," Celeste would have to take Kitra on a tour of the real Heaven someday, since there was still so much Celeste herself wanted to see. "The ocean," she suddenly recalled. "I want to go there someday," Celeste had never been to the beach. The closest she had ever come was the ferry that she and Kitra took on their way to the esteemed Hotel Loupelle. "Wait a second, if I'm Queen for the day, that means I have power." She suddenly grinned, "all of those unjustly jailed people, let's release them." Of course that only meant those from say, the hotel, or orphans that had been caught up in the fray.
Rightfully jailed criminals would not be released, Celeste couldn't have them dancing free in the streets. Besides, she owed the Hotel Owner after he had given them that tip about the Ebisu Flowersea. It seemed that her time as ruler for the day was coming to an end and thank goodness, all of this pressure and those decisions she had to make would go back to Gabriel for approval. "If I do ever become ruler, remind me to appoint someone to sign all of these things." Celeste leaned back in her wheelchair, her hand hurt and was smudged with ink. It seemed Mizuki too, had done her due diligence and came to give them the news on her search for the missing nephew of Doctor Ryker. "Mizuki! You can't go torturing angels!" Celeste gasped in horror at the actions of her big sister, not that she was particularly surprised.
"I know where Papa is buried, we can go there now." Celeste was glad that they weren't going to leave her behind, even if it was mostly because they were afraid that the council would strike while the iron was hot and take Celeste hostage. They couldn't though, they couldn't stage another accident, not so soon and with no one to lead them they would be forced to appoint the next of head, the General of the Heavenly Army, as Heaven's next leader. No, the council wouldn't want that at all. They would rather get their hands on another puppet than appoint a military man as the one to lead next. "How long do you think it'll take us to dig a hole?" Considering that the casket was buried six feet underground, it could take them quite a few hours.