"Miss Larriel, my book is finished!" Theanore said, presenting two leather-bound notebooks to Larriel. The adventurer leafed through the first notebook and found that there was an adorable picture next to each description of a plant.
The pictures were colored too, and the nymph's handwriting was neat and even. Something Larriel hadn't expected from a two-year-old. Heck, the little girl shouldn't even be able to write or read, let alone be writing detailed books on plants.
"That is good, sweetie! Would you like me to read it?" Larriel asked. The healer of the party was willing to read the girl's writings. Maybe she would find something useful in there too? The family of three had a wonderful garden.
"Well, if you want. But I need to publish it! Do you know someone willing to publish it? I will pay for the paper and ink and the mana for the printing press!"
Printing presses were an invention of grandpa Thinker. Something he took from his memories of Earth.
