Hannah hopped happily in the snow.
She had just exchanged with the boss for a fairy tale book.
Books are the least valuable things in Brule, yet they are highly esteemed elsewhere, making it difficult to come by a real one.
It was only after she had pestered the boss for a long time that she found it.
It was said to have been collected by a nearby caravan for presentation to the royal family; only some people in the caravan wanted to make a quick buck, so they quietly took a few books out.
This one book alone cost her the weapon parts she had been saving for a long time.
She had initially planned to use those parts to assemble a weapon for herself, but now it seemed she would have to wait even longer.
The book was thin, with hard cardboard covers, and was adorned with a very beautiful, colorful pattern.
She wanted Archer to read her bedtime stories, just like when they were still in Southport.
