The room was spotless. The newly installed spruce furniture contrasted perfectly with the light-colored wall. The right side was covered with wallpaper depicting galloping horses. The desk in the center of the room was huge, and behind it stood a chair resembling a mafia boss's throne. On the tabletop was a small pen holder. Two girls sat in the two armchairs opposite. They were almost identical. Silver hair reaching to the floor, adorned with precious jewels. Identical green dresses with frills. Butterfly wings sprouted from their backs, which were also identical in color. Turning around, they revealed similar critical looks in their dark blue eyes. They also had pointed, long ears.

  "How long do we have to wait?"

  "How long do we have to wait?" They asked at the same moment. Apostle entered the room, followed by Lesteria. He clutched the document tightly, watching the clients closely. Despite the unfamiliar situation, he tried to keep a straight face.

  I should get an Oscar.

  He sat down in a comically large armchair and placed a piece of paper on the tabletop. His assistant stood at attention next to him. He returned the cool gaze of the mysterious women, demonstrating his authority. The stare-down lasted about ten seconds. After that, he decided to start the conversation.

  "Ms. Vikti and Ms. Vecti..." He put on a pair of serious-looking glasses, which he was seeing for the first time. He was certainly dazzling those present with his pure authority. He whistled as he read the document like a true expert.

  "First of all... Why did you both fill out the same document?"

  "That's what we're here for!" They replied simultaneously.

  "Do you want to learn how to fill out documents?" He did not hide his surprise.

  "No!" replied the one on the right this time."We're sisters."

  "And we want..."continued the other."To sever our bond.

  "You don't want to be sisters?" He looked confused.

  "That's right!" They said. We've been doing everything together for a hundred years. "We literally read each other's minds." Their synchronicity, even in such complex sentences, was impressive. They ostentatiously looked away from each other.

  "I'm sorry..."He didn't know what to say."But I'm not a therapist."

  "We know, but you're the most powerful person we could find." Vikti looked him straight in the eye."That's why you can definitely destroy our bond."

  I'm sick of this job...

  He had no power, let alone one capable of destroying the invisible connection between the twins. He looked imploringly at Lesteria, who didn't move an inch. She was probably on guard in case of a surprise attack. He had to take care of it himself. Apostole planned to act like a pastor teaching young people.

  "Understand that siblings are a gift..."

  "I hate her!" they shouted.

  "I'm leaving! You'll never see me again!" Vecti hissed.

  "Good!" her sister replied. She watched angrily as she left the room. Apostle's heart broke as he witnessed the scene. He probably could have handled it better. Now, because of him, they would never see each other again. He especially should know the best how important siblings bonds are.

  "I'm sorry." He lowered his gaze as he spoke to the only one left.

  "Why? We got what we wanted. Thank you, Apostle of Destruction." This time, she headed for the door.

  "Great. Our first satisfied customers. As rel  iable as ever." Lesteria clapped her hands.

  I literally did nothing.

  "Wasn't this supposed to be a place for matters of high importance? Threats to the world and such. Apparently, that's the purpose of the organization's existence." He noticed.

  "It's obvious that beings from distant worlds will appear here." She put a single document into a new folder. "Everyone wants a favor from someone of your rank."

  After quickly tidying up the office, the girl began to get ready to leave. The boy watched sadly as his first friend left again. Once again, they had failed to spend time together.

  "Where do you live?" he asked curiously.

  "I sleep in trees," she replied briefly. The boy laughed loudly, but after a moment he realized she was serious. Then he felt sorry for her.

  "Will you follow me upstairs?" he asked, stepping onto the first step. The assistant followed him without a word. A dark corridor with a row of three doors appeared before their eyes. They approached the last one, which was the color of the Apostle's hair. He opened it, and they smelled dust almost immediately. They saw a colorful room covered with posters. They depicted cartoon knights. He also had figurines of them. Even the bed had bedding with anime characters. He looked gloomily at the room. He hadn't been here in years.

  "This used to be my room. You can stay here if you want." He suggested. A sniffle pulled him out of his thoughts. Lesteria struggled to hold back her tears.

  "You're doing so much for me..." She sat down on the slightly too small bed. "Thank you."

  The Apostle smiled. He hadn't expected to make her so happy. He was glad he had left the place as it was. He had once wanted to throw everything away, leaving the room empty. He walked over to the blue children's chest of drawers. He picked up a dusty cardboard box from it.

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  "Would you like to play a board game?"

  He slept like a baby because, for the first time in years, he had really enjoyed himself. He felt that, despite the absurdities, his life had gained value. He decided to spend this Sunday in the best possible way. Maybe he would be able to make more friends.

  "Good morning!" Lestera's voice woke him up. After all, he was always sleeping in the living room, so it was difficult to avoid him when moving around the house. "We have a lot of work to do today."

  "What kind?" He sat down on the bed.

  "There will definitely be new customers." She pointed to the hanging clock.

  "It's five o'clock." He grimaced. The girl didn't understand his lack of enthusiasm. She came from a worlds where powerful creatures roamed at night. In such conditions, people got up with the sun.

  "You don't work on Sundays, do you?" He replied, covering himself with the blanket again. Just as he was about to drift off to dreamland again, they heard the doorbell ring.

  "Oh, really?"she replied triumphantly.

  "Who could it be... So early in the morning." He yawned. At the door, he decided to look through the keyhole. He froze, his face turning pale to an unprecedented degree. He looked around. He wondered if pretending the house was empty would be enough. He tiptoed over to his companion. Her face also betrayed her anxiety.

  "Who is it?" Lesteria whispered. "An "A" class creature?" Seeing that the Apostle didn't even flinch, she began to panic even more. "An"S"class? An archdemon? Another World Destroyer?"

  "Worse..." he stammered. "The tax office."

  "Tax... What?" The doorbell rang again, and the boy knew there was no turning back. He took a deep breath, then opened the door. A six-foot man stood before him. He was as pale as a ghost and wore just like him a black coat despite the summer heat. His slightly graying hair was slicked back with gel. He held a large briefcase full of documents in his hand. He looked critically at the two.

  "Do we fight with him?" asked the girl. The Apostle of Destruction shook his head. They had to resolve this situation peacefully.

  "Sir?" A low voice echoed through the hallway.

  "The Apostle of Destruction,"he replied, somewhat stressed. The man took a pen out of his pocket and quickly wrote something in his notebook.

  "Which is your first name and which is your last name?"He didn't take his eyes off his notes. The Apostle rolled his eyes and then reached into his pocket. He took out his wallet and handed his student ID. Without a word, the man wrote down his first and last name.

  "What kind of business do you run here?" For the first time, he looked him straight in the hazel eyes, as he hadn't had a chance to put his contact lenses in.

  I'd like to know myself.

  "We help people from other worlds." He replied with complete seriousness. To his surprise, the Tax officer didn't even blink. All he did was cross the threshold and then observe the waiting room carefully.

  "An unregistered business..." He pulled a stack of documents out of his briefcase. "Your young age does not protect you from the law." He sat down in a beige armchair.

  "I'm Connor, a representative of the tax office." He introduced himself rather late.

  "How can I help you?" The boy desperately hid his nervousness.

  "If you charge for a service and you're not registered..." His already expressionless face became even more grim. "You're stealing from the state..."

  "Not at all!" Lesteria shouted, but after a moment she realized she had no idea what she was talking about. "No?"She glanced at her companion.

  "Ha! We don't charge fees..." He smiled triumphantly. "This is a free counseling center."

  Connor showed some emotion for the first time. He was clearly surprised.

  "I see. That changes a lot. There will be no financial penalty." Apostole breathed a sigh of relief. "Only potential criminal proceedings."

  "What!?" The boy was outraged. He thought the matter had already been resolved, but it had escalated into a serious problem.

  "I suspect that your activities are a cover for money laundering or other criminal procedures." He replied seriously.

  "Can't money be laundered?" the girl interrupted.

  "You're not helping." He interrupted her with a wave of his hand. Officially, the company's headquarters were in his home. He couldn't blame an interdimensional organization. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't know anything about such matters.

  "I know!" He smiled, as he quickly put on his shoes and stood at the door.

  "Assistant, keep him busy. I'll be right back! He ran out of the house." The clerk watched him disappear around the corner. Connor wasn't worried, because if he escaped, the police would take care of it. All he could do was wait. He relaxed in his comfortable chair. Less than half an hour later, he had had enough.

  "...And then the alarm sounded in my village. The killer plants did not come from my world. The enemy must have found a tear in space-time. I know what you're thinking.'That's unusual.' That's right..." Lesteria had been telling the stories of her adventures. The official was sincerely fed up with this nonsense. Fortunately, the returning Apostle of Destruction came to his rescue. Next to him walked a shorter boy with glasses. His stony expression could rival Connor's. The newcomer adjusted his glasses. As expected, even on Sundays he was in the school library.

  "What do you need me for?" he asked monotonously.

  "You know the law, right?"

  After carefully assessing the situation, he smiled. It was unlike him. He leaned against the wall, thinking about how to resolve the situation.

  "You haven't registered your business. Either way, you have to pay the fine of some sort." The clerk next to him nodded. As for the money laundering... Lois scratched his head. "Have you contacted the police?"

  "Not yet."

  "In that case, I have a suggestion. You need to be sure that the business is non-profit and real. If you saw a real customer who they helped, would the case be provisionally suspended?" Connor frowned. The intriguing solution took him by surprise.

  "I think so... But the client would have to have already had an appointment. Do you have one?" The apostle smiled broadly. He ran into his office and pulled a document out of his briefcase. He handed it to the tax office employee. He carefully read every word.

  "So? Is it okay?" He asked impatiently, grabbing the piece of paper back.

  "I'll be here tomorrow at the same time. Bring those clients in, and I'll talk to them." He left the house silently. "The employees of the establishment could breathe a sigh of relief."

  "Thanks, Lois!" The apostle patted him on the shoulder.

  "No problem. I'll put it on my resume." He pushed his hand away.

  "So... Is it settled?" The girl asked.

  "If you manage to bring a customer here within 24 hours." The librarian admonished them. "Well, good luck." He left too.

  Preparations for the journey were underway. Lesteria stretched her fingers, which immediately glowed white. When she moved her hand, she left a trail in the air. She was about to begin when she turned to the Apostle. He sat there, studying the ritual, which was a mystery to him.

  "Maybe you want to open the portal?"she asked.

  "Unfortunately, my portals are so large that entire armies can travel through them."He lied so naturally that he didn't even notice the absurdity of his words. His companion, however, believed his excuse.

  She nodded solemnly. As she began the operation, she started tracing patterns in the air with her fingers. It looked as if she were typing on an invisible keyboard. In reality, she was rummaging through the threads that made up reality. She needed to create a gap in the dimension. The passage was also supposed to lead to a chosen world, not a random one. For this, she needed help.

  The boy held a document filled out by his clients in front of him. In the address field, there was a string of characters.

  "B267F32HK99D21XST222LT5" He read the absurdly long code. After each symbol was read, Lesteria moved her fingers, folding the appropriate lines. After a moment, she wiped her sweaty forehead.

  "Address of location inside this world, please" she asked. He looked at the space next to the world address. They had also written the address of the place.

  "Felvel Garden." He read it, and the transparent portal changed color to navy blue. He saw a bent reality forming a vortex.