I headed to the 12th street with Hilbyid, obtained what I was looking for, and we were having tea on the 11th street.
Sitting at a two-person table, looking at Hilbyid who let out a sigh of relief, I felt apologetic.
At a stylish café that had tables out on the main street, drinking black tea, I looked at Hilbyid in front of me who seemed a little tired as she put the cup to her mouth.
Perhaps as a habit, in places with many people she becomes tense and vigilant, and ends up mentally fatigued.
In crowds there is fear of pickpockets or assassination, so in Yulral one must inevitably attach vigilance or escorts.
Going out alone somewhere like today as a noble is probably impossible.
In other words, the abundant country of Yulral is a country where such things are everyday occurrences.
I said to Hilbyid, who was starting to calm down, with an apologetic look.
"Sorry, I should have been a bit more careful."
