Every day, the young girl had looked forward to a reply. The moment she saw a peach blossom petal fall, she caught it with boundless delight.
Once it transformed into a letter, fury burned across the paper, and the anger attached to it could be felt clearly.
"Everyone knows I'm a good person, but let's be fair—I really didn't send anyone to help you.
Those mad dogs from the Ancient Underworld went to bite people on their own. It has nothing to do with me. I absolutely won't save you or kill you either, so stop pulling wild assumptions out of your ass.
As for what I like, what the hell does that have to do with you? I like classic precious tomes and keep them as collectibles. When I have nothing to do, I read all kinds of books. Can you give me any? You're at least a whole world away from me, so what's the point of asking?
What do you mean, 'your man'? Fuck, I hate people like you most—pretending to be girls.
Get the hell out of here!"
The girl's eyes curved into crescents as she gazed at the letter blissfully. Feeling the anger attached to it made her even more overjoyed.
"Good Sir truly is a wonderful person, and an honest wonderful person at that."
After reading it, the girl fell into deep thought.
Good Sir liked classic precious tomes. That was rather troublesome.
If it were merely the contents, it would have been much simpler. But he needed a classic precious tome he could hold in his hands, one for collecting...
After pondering for a long while, the girl hopped down from her chair and returned to the house, rummaging through chests and cabinets. After turning the place upside down for quite some time,