After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1225

Hubble Town

"I wonder what happened…" a certain pink-haired girl buried her face in her arms, trying to comfort herself from the guilt and anxiety.

She was now in her room, unable to get out, and it had been a month since then.

To be honest, it felt like her life was falling apart right now.

It started a few months ago, after she went home from her last trip from Alterra.

That day started out fine, though it quickly spiraled downwards before the day ended.

That morning, she strutted around town—or in the noble's community, anyway—in the new dress she bought from Andrei.

She received admiring and curious looks from everyone, particularly from the buyers of the old batch. They had already tasted the greatness of the products so naturally they were looking forward to getting more.

Anyway, Veronica wore the new design as a 'marketing' technique she learned there, and it really worked like a charm.

It was incredibly lovely—with its gorgeous fabric and mesmerizing prints—and was a supreme hit amongst the ladies, with several noble ladies trying to buy it off of her.

Local dressmakers would later try to mimic it, but she was confident they wouldn't even get near its amazingness. (That said, she didn't mind the mimicry. It was a cheaper alternative and it would ultimately add to the territory's wallet.)

Anyway, she borrowed a nice commercial area to sell her items. Because she could only carry a few beast carts full of items, her stocks were naturally very limited—and she could therefore charge quite a bit for it.

She never lacked money, but it felt good to get rich with one's own ability. She felt her back was straighter, her chin lifted higher, and her outlook was brighter than before.

It made her want to share the feeling.

It so happened that among the people buying her items were low-noble ladies. They were dressed well for the standards of their town. However, even when covered with makeup, their eyes were dull as they looked at her.

She recognized them. They were daughters of a mid-level merchant, a man barely considered a noble after reaching the wealth requirement of being one.

She also knew them as trained to be proper ladies so they could hook good noblemen—like her brother for instance.

The number of times she was approached by women with insincere intentions was innumerable. She remembered these siblings because—despite being obviously ordered to befriend her—they obviously felt guilty and uncomfortable in doing so.

"You're so amazing, Miss Veronica…" the younger one said, looking at the vast array of products she had displayed.

The pink-haired girl smiled. "You know…, women can stand on their own," she told them. "You should try—"

"You are very lucky, Miss Veronica, I don't know parents who treat their daughters as well as they do to you."

At this, the older one scoffed. "It's because they're rich and powerful. Other people don't have that luxury," she said, turning to her. "Don't go walking around and assuming we could just change things!"

The younger one flinched at the outburst of her sister. "I'm sorry, she's engaged to someone who—"

The older sister, on the other hand, realized her outburst and her face turned red in embarrassment, especially when she saw Veronica and the spectators' startled looks.

Humiliated, she ran away, followed closely by her little sister.

The rest of the day passed by and Veronica sold out that day's merchandise. However, her mood remained heavy from that interaction.

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