Chapter 97
It was late at night.
“.......”
I tried on all the clothes I could find, but there was no way a poor 4th class citizen could properly wear even one set of clothes.
The 18-year-old woman, who had just become an adult, stroked her scarf that seemed to be made of animal fur.
“Haa....”
Pure white breath spread out.
“...But it’s not too cold.”
Christmas was just around the corner. It had barely snowed recently.
Could it be that spring was gradually approaching? Thanks to the temperature rising each day, the number of poor people dying from the cold had decreased.
The woman almost died like that too, but thanks to the scarf someone gave her, she was able to survive the winter.
‘Spring will come soon.’
It’s still very cold.