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Nana yawned loudly as she got off the bed.
She glanced at the whiteness outside the window. Still, she could see nothing but snow.
Reluctantly, she moved out of the warm bed and put on her thick winter coat. As she trudged out of the bedroom, she saw Aunt Alda tidying up the living room.
"Good morning," she muttered.
"Ah, little princess, you're awake." Alda smiled at her. "Want breakfast? It's ready."
"Yes." Nana sat beside the dining table and ran her eyes around the room, but she did not see her father. "Where's Daddy?"
"Lord Pine went out early in the morning," Alda replied from the kitchen. "He was carrying his silver shotgun."
"Indeed." Nana curled her lips upwards. "He's probably gone to the city wall to practice shooting again—ever since he fended off the demonic beasts with the flintlock, he has become enamored by this loud and booming weapon. Not only does he wipe a gun barrel every day, but also he'll go to the city wall to practice whenever he has time. Furthermore, he managed to apply for a specially-made flintlock from his Highness using my healing abilities as a bargaining chip.
It's all His Highness' fault for saying that long shotguns are the standard equipment for hunters," Nana thought. "If Mummy's still around, Daddy probably won't go out all day long like this."
"Breakfast's here." Alda placed two steaming plates on the table in front of Nana. "Fried eggs and white bread. Eat while they're hot."
"Thank you."
Breakfast's normally prepared before Daddy leaves home. Only Aunt Alda would specially place it in hot water to keep it warm. If instead, Daddy took care of me, I'd be eating cold and hard eggs.
Nana sighed uncontrollably.
If only Aunt Alda could marry Daddy.
But the young girl knew that this wish had little chance of happening. Alda was the family servant while Daddy was a noble of Border Town—as far as she understood, it was difficult for a commoner and a noble to get married.
She devoured the delicious breakfast, wiped her mouth, and shouted. "I'm going to the medical center."
"Okay." Alda put down the broom she was holding, and led Nana to the door. As she bent down and tied a scarf around Nana's neck, she said, "Be careful on the road, Miss Pine."
"Yes, Aunt!"
White snowflakes greeted Nana as she made her way out of the house.
This was her daily routine: In the morning, she would leave home for the medical center. She would treat the patients if there were any, or else, she would practice her abilities on animals. At noon, she would go to the castle to have lunch with Roland, while in the afternoon until night time, she would remain in the medical center, after which she would return home—she was the only witch who did not live in the castle.
Although time in the medical center was boring, she persisted because she wanted the patients to receive treatment as quickly as possible. The smile and warmth of the townspeople also supported and pushed her on.
"Lady Nana, good morning!"
"Miss Angel, going to the medical center again?"
"Today's weather ain't good. Do take care of your body."
"Miss Pine, have you eaten breakfast? Why not have a bowl of hot oatmeal that I just prepared?"
Greetings like these continued incessantly whenever she walked in public. It was a stark contrast to a year ago. Her sisters claimed that she was currently the most popular witch in Border Town, even more popular than Anna. Nana wasn't concerned about a popularity contest, albeit she was happy with the current atmosphere. Every person whom she had treated before would greet her affectionately, and this filled her with a sense of achievement.
"Elder sister Anna was right," Nana thought. "The only way to change people's prejudices was to face them adamantly."
When she arrived at the medical center, the First Army soldier who was manning the gate bowed and greeted her. "Hello, Miss Anna."
"Good morning, are there patients today?"
"Not at the moment," the soldier replied. "But your friends have come."
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