I Don't Really Know Either

The United Kingdom's Planned City had a bright exterior with soot and smoke puffing out, but just as where there is light there is shadow, darkness existed as well.

Although slavery had long been abolished under the Council's rational judgment that taxes could not be collected from a Slave but could be collected from a Citizen, there was no helping the crime that sprouted in the vast, hard-to-manage Underground Passage.

Today, as always, there were people descending the Underground Stairs, much like a swarm of rats knocking over a trash can.

Among them were a man in a suit and a Borabora girl.

It's Borabora~!

Having finished her Disguise using the Kraft Family's Special Dye and Makeup Technique, Pastel clung tightly to Lord Demon's arm and trembled.

"Uee, the atmosphere here is a bit weird."

The Underground Passage, barely illuminated by Magic Lighting here and there, gave off a musty and damp smell. It was the unventilated smell of vomit.

Uee.

As they walked, a Demonkind lying against the wall in ragged clothes stared at them with unfocused eyes. It didn't look like they had very good intentions...