The three of us entered the shop. When the owner saw that a TV program was giving him free publicity, he immediately greeted us enthusiastically.

“Three beautiful ladies, looking for books? What kind do you like? I’ve got everything here!”

Goselle waved her hand. “We’ll just browse on our own first.”

“Alright!”

I took a slow walk around the shop, my nose twitching slightly. Besides the fresh ink smell of picture books, the air was also filled with the scent of paper from all kinds of novels, classic literature, and manga.

—A werewolf’s keen sense of smell can clearly distinguish how long books have been stored, whether they’re new or...