The next day, at night.
Bulida City, Manhot Central District.
Night had fallen heavily. Lanchi and Talia strolled through the broad Broadway Central Plaza, where the fountain glittered beneath the lights.
It was November 5, seven in the evening.
They passed the sluggish vehicles and crossed the intersection just as the signal changed—
Whether it was Bulida Opera House or Holworth Crossroads, where the Imperial Special Operations Division was located, both were only about a kilometer away.
However, Lanchi had come here tonight neither for the opera house nor for work at the division.
He had come because of an invitation his family had received while he was in the Shadow World.
Captain Maquire wanted to treat him to dinner and have a chat.
So Lanchi had brought Talia to this restaurant.
The Imperial Special Operations Division had eyes everywhere outside. The more people went out, the easier it was for unnecessary flaws to appear.
With the decisive battle at Blood Moon City less than half a month away, keeping a low profile was their best option.
After Lanchi's persuasion, Talia and Sigrid had finally stopped insisting that all three of them go out together.
However, according to the inexplicable agreement between Talia and Sigrid, the next time he needed to bring a fiancée to a gathering, it would be Sigrid's turn to accompany him.
Tonight, he had brought Talia.
Talia was excellent at detecting lies.
More importantly, not letting her attend a meal would be tantamount to abusing an old woman.
"Hmm?"
Talia glanced sideways at Lanchi.
"Tata, we're going to be late."
Lanchi stared solemnly at the distant buildings.
At his words, Talia hesitated slightly, then nodded and quickened her pace.
The restaurant they were visiting today, Eleven Madison Park Restaurant, had been opened by the Empire's famous