In the evening, Ji Zhou stood still in a quiet alley, silently gazing at an old shop where an elderly man was diligently preparing ingredients, and the smell of frying tempura wafted out.
Since ancient times, the country she belonged to naturally stood at the pinnacle of the world, like a majestic and inviolable giant dragon entrenched in the East. Given her status in the Human World, she was akin to an Emperor, and coming to such a tiny island country was like an Emperor visiting a small fishing village; nothing could catch her eye.
Because of the Alliance in the Order World, she had visited this country more than once.
But rarely did she wander in such huge cities.
The last time she walked the streets of Tokyo was sixty years ago. Back then, she visited this little shop, and amazingly, the current elderly shopkeeper resembled the previous owner. Perhaps they were father and son.
