1214 City of Pleasure, Part 49 - Golden Night ⑥

"Gail, your face is red."

"Ugh, let it go."

"That's easy to understand. You fell in love with Primuse?

"No! I'm..."

"A rosetta strand?

"Take the word butt!

"Well, you're close. But Mr. Elsia seems to be the one who likes it."

Elsia's eyes round into Primse's unexpected penetration.

"Who are you?"

"Really? Mr. Elsia's eyes look like those of a maiden in love. If you haven't noticed it yourself, should I divine it for you? I'm good at love fortunes."

"Hey, wait a minute! Tell me about me, Gail!

"Fine, let's do it! Let this busty Elsia blow a bubble."

"Shut up, Gail!

"I'm fine."

I stated my thoughts on them, as if the line were going to give way. Sure, even though it's getting late at night, Elsia and Gail's argument doesn't show where it stops. It could have been recklessness and privilege because of his youth.

When Rana was also relaxed in tension as she looked at them like that, Rana saw someone unbelievable in her sight. My hand holding Larna's glass is shaking with a clatter. The line accidentally blamed it.

"Larna, what's going on?

"No way, no way - what about that guy?

The person at the end of Larna's gaze was tapping on its shoulder as she walked to Primse.

"Primuse, my customers seem to be getting a little drunk, so I need you to carry a refreshing drink. Between amber on the third floor."

"I understand, sister. In the meantime, may I entrust this one to you?

"Well, you're a pretty customer. Speaking of which, it's nothing."

Primuse called me your sister. There is no doubt that the woman is a whore. The slightly older dark-haired woman slipped between Gail and Elsia, who were working together, lifting the long hair on one eye.

"I stayed up late. Young customer, why don't you get some sleep?

"No, I don't want him to apologize."

"After I let him tell me to do the same..."

"You have a good night's rest, customers"

When the woman stared at Gail and Elsia, they were suddenly stopping working together and starting to yawn big.

"... well, I'm kind of sleepy all of a sudden. Why are you doing this, it's ridiculous"

"... me too, I need to get some sleep. Tomorrow when I have work to do, I'm gonna have to use it."

"That's fine. Luvere, give both of you a guide to the bunk."

"Yes, Sister Lanili."

Gail and Elsia were on their way to bed, prompted by Luvere. Larna walks over to the woman with the two in that way. The footsteps were indelible and the lips were rattling and trembling.

And when the woman noticed Lara, she lifted up her face, but when she saw Lara, no, her face turned pale.

"Oh, there's a customer still awake. - No way."

"... Lanili, your mother?

Both Larna and her woman, Ranili, were unintentionally stunned at each other's faces. Only the line had stopped the situation from swallowing and drinking reception, but it was understandable that the air ran on the spot.

At the same time. Tarram, also known as the city that doesn't know the night, is bound to have some kind of store open if you go somewhere in the city. Of course there are residential neighborhoods, so it's quiet there, but in this city, which has two faces, night and day, there's bound to be a nocturnal flourishing section somewhere.

But the more you light up that night, the deeper the darkness becomes. There were those who sewed and ran between the darknesses. It is Hidun, one of the black magicians. Hidun proceeded through the darkness of Tarram trying to avoid the lights. Of course there's something he's trying to keep out of sight, but he doesn't like noisy places in the first place. Hidun eventually left the city because there were times when he preferred the darkness of Tarram to lurk for a time, but even darkness was suddenly exposed to the light in this city, where the light touched and the darkness mingled. However, there are times when visiting the city to run errands because taram is still convenient. It was one of those chores today.

When Hidun entered the back of the building where it was located, he climbed the wall without sound. At first sight, there is no such thing as a strange philosophy, but a museum in which magic has taken action against the monstrosity involves personal danger even if it climbs. When Hidun cleverly climbed the walls of the building, he broke into it through the window of the room, which was at its highest height. There were no lights inside, but there were signs of people. I wondered if he was asleep, and his eyes glistened in the darkness.

"It's not Hidun. I don't know what's going on."

"Were you awake, Calamity"

"I'm awake. If you climb a wall with magic on it, I don't want to know. Human beings who can do that are limited."

When the shadow rose from the bed with the lights, the barely naked woman appeared. Its glossy limbs were reflected in the swinging lights, and even Hidun accidentally watched his eyes for a moment.

When Calamity, who was apparently dressed as a whore, sat down in her chair, she was demonically legged and staring at Hidun. The whorehouse run by Calamity is also a source of funding for black magicians. Hidun's regular visits to the city were to ascertain the source of funding. Anyway, I couldn't leave everything to the calamities that tend to run wild.

But the lord of the hall must be Calamity. Stepping into the house of Calamity with earthfoot was so life-threatening as to be Hidun. Or so they just ignore me even if I give them a rash.

Continued