"I've really been set free?"
"It seems unbelievable, and a bit," the woman looked at her hands, "unreal."
Dumbass stood on the street, where Cat Er Er had sent her.
Alone, with a bag of money.
She wore a nice Yatun dress, the kind you'd wear at the turn of spring and summer, warm, yet rather plain and refreshing.
"This dress, it shouldn't be something ordinary people can wear, right?"
She rubbed the dress; the material was very nice. If she weren't a Miracle Citizen, then at the very least, you'd have to be Nobles to afford it, even ordinary rich people couldn't manage.
"How long has it been since I've worn such clothes?"
"No, I should say I've never worn them.
"As a child, I seem to remember only wearing clothes patched all over."
Dumbass recalled her childhood, when she and her mother took a huge risk to board a passenger ship and smuggled themselves into Coral City.
Her mother worked desperately to support her but fell gravely ill.
