"You’ve finally found a use for those hands that used to sew nothing but rags and pickpocket scraps."

    It was an unfortunate day.

    The pockets of the well-dressed gentleman she had targeted had been empty.

    And when she took her sick brother to the hospital, every bit of money she had painstakingly saved vanished in an instant, consumed by the overwhelming medical bills.

    Worst of all—if he didn’t receive treatment soon, her brother would die.

    On her way back from the hospital, alone, leaving her brother behind in a hospital bed,

    She had no money for an umbrella and walked through the rain, soaked.

    That was when a man approached her.

    "This is money you could never touch in your lifetime. Even with just this advance, your brother should be able to recover somewhat."

    Her trembling hands reached for the money pouch.

    With this, she could at least secure his hospital stay.

    His body would have time to recover.

    But that alone wouldn’t solve the fundamental problem.

    "So? Will you refuse?"

    Because if she truly wanted to save him,

    She would need far more than this.

    "...I’ll do it."

    In the end, all she had was a sharp mind and nimble fingers.

    If those were the only tools she had to save her brother,

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