Josh returned to Squirrel Street, where he lived, holding the poster of Nolan’s psalmist from Herland.
Her home was an alchemy shop in the deepest part of Squirrel Street, where Josh had lived as long as he could remember.
Squirrel Street was one of Nolan’s most prosperous streets, but because of his father’s lack of success, the shop had no customers at all throughout the year.
The family had always been supported by her mother, who was a purple-clad apprentice.
Josh pushed open the door of his alchemy shop. As she expected... there was still no customer in the shop.
When Josh was about to put down his backpack, her sister ran downstairs in a panic.
“Sister...”
Before she could react, a girl who was slightly shorter than her threw herself into her arms.
“What’s Wrong?”
She touched her sister’s forehead with her hand. She was different from her sister... Joshua had inherited most of her father’s characteristics. The color of her eyes and hair were all the same.
