Serrin was satisfied. It was impossible to get anywhere near Kuranita in the hotel, and if he tried any more magic around the place it wouldn’t just be hotel security knocking politely at his door. Next time, they’d have an official from the Administrative Bureau of the Lord Protector’s Office along with them. If Serrin was carrying any permit not perfectly in order, they’d deport him instantly and confiscate his precious magical gear. And even if all his permits were up to snuff, they’d probably still find something in the small print anyway. And that was before they found the Ingram. . . .