Favors for the planetary spirit

"Ro— Rocky? The Poison Rock Planet Spirit ...Rocky?!"

Crackling Crackling

Before everyone's eyes, clouds rapidly gathered above them, spiraling into several vortexes. The vortexes intertwined, gradually forming the shape of a small, laughing girl.

"Rocky's here! How can I help you today?"

"...?!"

The Marshal felt his entire body freeze. He had seen Rocky many times before, and every time, she referred to His Majesty Pythor as Owner, or Master. She looked at them with disgust when they tried to direct their speech to her like they were not qualified to even get a response! But now? She was responding to a request from an outsider?!

"Rocky, I want you to locate the young Marshal and his escorts for me. Use as much refinement as you need," Robin said, his tone direct and commanding.