After spending a full fourteen hours on the plane, Aoko got off with Touko, who had already slept twice and was suffering from back pain at such a "young age."
After taking the airport shuttle into central London, Aoko brought Touko to Brown's Hotel, where she had reserved rooms in advance.
The hotel stood on Albemarle Street in London, surrounded by galleries, upscale restaurants, parks, and all manner of interesting shops.
As a legendary hotel with over 180 years of history, everything from its understatedly luxurious Victorian décor to its polite, attentive staff exuded a strong British atmosphere.
"Honestly, I never thought you had such good taste," said Touko, dressed in an adorable black dress as she swung the little hand Aoko was not holding. "This was London's first hotel. It's very famous, you know?"
Touko truly was an "old Londoner." After all, she had lived here for two and a half years, and aside from studying magecraft, she had done plenty of sightseeing.
"I just picked it at random," Aoko said nonchalantly. "I saw it in a travel magazine before, so I suddenly felt like making an international call to book a room."
"Do you know Lord Byron?" Touko asked with the air of a little adult.
"The poet?" Aoko thought for a moment. "The author of Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage?"
"That's right!" Touko said. "After the poet died, his wife gave his estate to James Brown, Byron's personal valet."
"That's quite surprising." Aoko sounded puzzled. "She gave all of her husband's estate to a servant?"
"It really is hard to understand." Touko nodded in agreement. "But that valet was genuinely good at business. Besides the house from Byron's estate, he bought four terraced buildings on Dover Street as well, then opened London's first 'high-class inn' under