She found herself an amusing job—writing thank-you letters.
One after another, letters were discarded on the ground, either because she disliked the wording or found the handwriting too ugly. In any case, she wrote many drafts.
To her, Sain Dungeon now seemed like a prince charming, its quirky trap designs became endearing special hobbies of a good person.
Unfortunately, when Heiniss finally crafted an elegant, cute, and playful letter with sincere and grateful wording, and scented with her faint body fragrance, the most troublesome issue arose.
"There's no way to send the letter out!"
She was quite frantic and ultimately could only hang it in the most conspicuous spot in the City Lord's room.
"Since the other party can send me gifts, maybe I can do the same thing in the future."
Heiniss pondered for a long time, her will to survive growing stronger.
