"Is it a letter from Jeanne?"
Seeing Edwin walk in with a letter sealed with red wax in hand, Horn put down his pen and asked.
"Yes, indeed." Edwin placed the letter on Horn's desk.
Horn didn't open it immediately but looked up at Edwin.
Today, she wore a gray woolen suit, her short hair pinned at the back with a hairpin, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower.
The metal hairpin was made from scrap near the Lightning Forge and recently sold very well in the ry Court Barracks.
Horn glanced nostalgically at the hairpin that closely resembled a memory from his previous life before he unfolded the letter to read.
Lately, Jeanne has been sending a letter almost every week, recounting her experiences on Dawn Island.
Horn assigned Jeanne's letters the highest priority; as soon as they arrive at the ry Court Barracks, they are delivered to Horn without delay.
