“Are you alright?”


A tall youth with purple eyes peered at Hannah.

Hannah was definitely not a child, so she should be considerably heavy, but he was able to help her stand up that easily.
Surprised and confused, she wondered why this noble was worrying about her.


“Ah, you scraped your hands!”


The girl she bumped into also looked at Hannah’s hand and made a worried face.

“Ah,” As if remembering something, the girl retrieved a handkerchief from the bag that had cushioned her fall earlier.

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While Hannah was wondering what the girl was going to do, she put that handkerchief on Hannah’s scraped hand to treat her wound.



The smooth touch of this handkerchief is…… Palacian…… silk!?

She was shaking, not from the pain of the wound, but from recognizing the touch of the finest silk she had felt every day until just recently.

‘No way, it can’t be what I’m thinking.’ Hannah looked at the handkerchief wrapped around her hand and got even more frightened.

An unbelievably detailed cat embroidery was there.


A realistic motif of two calico cats.
A glossy furred black cat.
A fluffy-looking white cat.

A sense of liveliness in the knitting yarn the cats were playing with.


The Palacian silk handkerchief with embroidery that could already be considered a work of art was stained with the blood oozing from her scratch.

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It was exactly because Hannah was a seamstress that she knew Palacian silk’s price.

It was exactly because Hannah was a seamstress that she knew that embroidery’s worth.


Hannah, a commoner, a country girl, and a freshly unemployed person, had that insanely valuable handkerchief wrapped around her scraped hand.


Her vision suddenly turned white.


She couldn’t stop her consciousness from slowly, slowly drifting away, and finally collapsed.


Now that I think about it, I haven’t eaten or slept for the past few days.



Author’s note: It wasn’t the shopkeeper’s fault.

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