Elizia abandoned us halfway, handing Philomeu a needle wrapped in cloth, saying that it contained the extremely potent Orc-knockout drug. I felt a bit resentful about not receiving it and having to rely on this crazy revolutionary, but hey, there are days of struggle and days of glory, it's just that this whole week has been nothing but struggles.
Walking in a dress is not exactly the best thing in the world, since it's tight and leaves me slightly breathless, but Victorian manages to clear a path for us to continue without any problem as we make our way to the top of that slum. I must say, it's a very dark and dirty place, so my memories from my past life didn't betray me.
Furthermore, wherever we go, eyes always fall on our backs. I can feel the violent desire of the people in the windows from afar, waiting for the opportunity to steal a necklace from one of the noble young ladies or simply assault them...
