In her daily life, Lily wore the three dresses I'd bought her. I'd picked them to suit Hilda's taste, so they were far from flashy, but Lily seemed to love them and rotated through them every day.
"Just a little more polishing and it'll be done! Thank you, big brother!"
"I understand you want to publish a book, but honestly, do you think it'll sell around here?"
"It'll definitely sell well! Isn't it way more fun than those difficult Bibles?"
For the record, the current book market was dominated by the Bible and Greek humanities texts. I didn't know about other countries, but this region was so stiff and serious that I couldn't guarantee a romance novel would catch on.
And instead of hand-copied manuscripts, Lily wanted printed editions that ordinary citizens could afford. But the print quality was shockingly poor. Humanist scholars were so unimpressed they insisted manuscripts were the only true books.
Manuscript books typically traded for fifty silver coins and up.
