Good evening, or morning, or maybe you’re getting ready to sleep—doesn’t matter. Hello, it’s Becca. I’ve been busy, haven’t I? I met a Dragon God and gained a new party member. Brigid was initially surprised and awed by my powers, then slowly became numb to the endless things I showed her. By the time I brought her to my world she was like a dried husk, incapable of further shock. It was funny watching her reaction when I introduced her to Earth and the internet; for obvious reasons I also taught her to use incognito mode. Needless to say, I had to soundproof her room, get her headphones, and add a lock. I imagine it will be a while before we see her again. If needed, I could set up an online shipping account with discreet boxes. Now that I have a breather, I thought I’d take a stroll around Earth. I’ve been adventuring in a fantasy world full of monsters and fights, so a change of scenery is necessary. After being away from Earth I’ve been itching to let loose—if you had awesome powers, wouldn’t you want to use them back home? The thing is, I can’t live in peace if I start acting like a hero in broad daylight. I want recognition, but I don’t want to be disturbed all the time. I could also go the route of being generous, throwing money around, and solving all kinds of problems, but I don’t have the capital or the paperwork to prove where it came from. I can’t just conjure money or fake the records. Where did this itch come from, you ask? Well, since I’ve had nothing to do lately on Earth, I’ve been helping one Miss Julia Mitchel, the prosecutor who helped the girls at the bakery when a scummy scammer had his eye on them. Ever since, I’ve been assisting her with cases—mostly criminal ones in which she needed key evidence or details beyond her reach. Those things aren’t out of my reach: with my all-seeing clairvoyance combined with invisibility illusion magic, it’s a piece of cake for me to serve as a drone and spy on key targets. Her reputation has been transforming into that of a demonic prosecutor who gets justice with a 100% win rate. Her enemies have no idea how she keeps getting important intel and evidence that seems to magically end up in her hands. In return she’s given me legal advice and watched out for the girls whenever possible. It also seems she’s become a regular customer at the bakery—she discovered that the girls who work there have all slowly grown more beautiful. Rumor has it something in the bread helps with skincare and has beautifying effects. It’s almost scary how effective the lucky charm I enchanted and left in the store has been at doing all of this. It feels good helping out a modern hero in the courtroom, but it sucks that I don’t get any credit for it. That’s why I’ve been thinking about what I can do to aid others and stand out without attracting trouble. All of that brings me to the present. I am currently sitting at a table in a bakery, consulting Julia. Although I haven’t revealed my powers to her, she probably knows that I have some serious skills or a notable background.

Becca: "So, Julia, what do you think I can do? I’m not asking for any world-ending issues — just something small and local to start. Something to get me into the morning papers."

Julia: "Please, just refer to me as Miss Mitchel when we’re in a public place like this. It’s more formal, and I don’t want others poking around in our relationship. Remember, you’re like my secret weapon in the court."

Becca: "I know that, I know. But, Prosecutor Mitchel, you must have some ideas for me. I have no problems solving issues with brute force, but that just doesn’t work in modern society. Plus it draws attention to not only me but my businesses. And there’s that thing called the law to be careful of."

Julia pushes up her glasses and adopts a thinking pose.