Happy Life
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"A-ano... but I don't even have the skills for stealing..." Ayano stammered.
It wasn't that such a letter was unexpected at this stage, but still, something like this in such an open format couldn't help but cause a certain amount of anxiety—which seemed to have slightly subsided during the bustle of recent and slightly less recent times, only to suddenly resurface on the horizon.
Quickly hiding the letter in her bodice so that no random invis-spy could see it, she stepped aside and leaned against a random tree, one hand gripping the elbow of the other as she stared intently, awaiting the inevitable, into something invisible to the ordinary human eye.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
