Viscount's office note

Michael,
Things have not progressed at the rate our queen demands of you. Your shipments should not only be already distributed to the peoples of Trade City, but also well on the way to reaching everyone on this shitty continent.
Your failure as her vassal causes our queen pause as to whether or not she should continue to uphold her end of the bargain. She gave you everything and she is just as willing to take it all away. Personally, I hope you fail. I can't stand that smug look on your face, the way you carry around your success on your chest like you built your empire of your own doing. Remember who owns you. All I need is an excuse and it would be my pleasure to drag you to the deepest pits of hell and feast on your flesh till I am gorged on your blood.
I can only keep up this appearance for so long, such torture to be wearing this silly façade. Do your duty so I can be free from this torture, the incense is killing me.

In her cradle -

Yibiyru, The Lady of Pain