[Spat from their carrier, they'd find a letter in a pink envelope, sealed with a dab of wax. The wax is even imprinted with a magical circle, someone went to the effort of getting a wax stamp, it seems.]

To The Esteemed Lord of the Oda Clan, Demon King of The Sixth Heaven, Nobunaga,

As the job said, we are writing letters about our sincere feelings. Unlike you however, I am often not entirely sincere, so perhaps this exercise is more suited for me, than for you.

So, in the interest of being sincere, I must admit that none of your methods make any sense to me and I am perpetually horrified by the unbelievable amount of things that could go wrong with your approach to many things.

However, we're also both still alive, and have not mistakenly created an abomination with a cannon for a face, so I am forced to admit that, even if I don't think it's for me, your instinct probably has something to it regardless.

Maybe we can make a cannon golem next time.

Susan DeRay

[And under the simple printing of her name is an elaborate and loopy signature.]