Klein looked at Ophelia's suddenly brightening eyes, feeling a secret sense of unease.
"W-what is it?"
"Klein, you've been to the Holy Capital. Could you possibly get your hands on a loom?"
"A loom? You mean that wooden frame specifically used for weaving linen? What do you want with that?"
Wearing linen was popular among the people of the Holy Capital. When he visited before, he had observed the linen-making process. However, it was far too tedious. The weaving craft was incredibly complex and couldn't be mastered overnight. The time wasted on weaving would be better spent hunting or mining.
"I like wearing linen, so I want to try weaving it myself."
"You know how to weave?" Klein was astonished. He suddenly felt that Ophelia was simply too omnipotent.
Ophelia shook her head honestly. "No, but it doesn't hurt to try. If I don't try, how will I know if I can't do it? Just tell me, can you help me get a loom? I can pay no matter how many Crystal Stones it costs."
