"What's this?"
As soon as Evelette arrived at her workstation, she saw an exquisite envelope on her desk, which made Ms. Night Watcher furrow her brows.
As a fiery Flame Demon Witch, Evelette was quite confident about her social connections and was very sure that no one would write to her.
After all, she had no friends, and as for family...
Sorry, she's a war orphan, grew up in an orphanage, and didn't have anyone to exchange letters with.
"Was it sent to the wrong person?"
That's what the Flame Demon Witch thought.
She casually picked up the envelope, intending to check if there was any information about the recipient on it.
As soon as she held the envelope, the pleasant feel confirmed to Evelette that it couldn't possibly be a letter meant for her.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the highest level dragon-skin paper, one sheet of this is worth my month's salary. A humble Night Watcher like me doesn't know such rich people."
The Flame Demon Witch mocked herself.
