187 Right Tool for the Job

Ian picked up the plain-looking black notebook and examined it from every angle.

The cover seemed to be made of something close to leather.

A touch that was a little rough, yet pleasantly soft.

There was no title written on it, and the finish on the edges and corners was fairly good as well. It was in far too good a condition to be called an antique.

“That's because it’s been obsessively maintained, nya. The inside is clean too, so check it out, nya.”

Ian did not bother to refuse Pleas’s suggestion.

Swish.

He carefully turned the cover and looked inside at the pure white paper.

It looked much the same as drawing paper. However, when touched, it felt very different from ordinary paper.

A rough, coarse texture...