"Yes, we get a lot of precipitation here in both winter and summer, especially in winter."
Dorothy said this as Princess Margaret eagerly observed the streetscape, while Dorothy observed Princess Margaret.
"Miss Mary, how is Wilundell's winter different from here?"
Princess Margaret remembered that her companion was a female writer, so she tried to make her answer a little more refined.
"Wilundell's winter is completely different from Tobesk's. It isn't simply a difference between cold and cold; it's more like..."
Shade, walking ahead of them, listened to the two ladies' conversation and wanted to laugh, but did not quite dare to.
The two literary young ladies continued discussing Tobesk's winter scenery, while Dorothy occasionally mentioned the detective stories about Shade that she had written. As they neared their destination, the Cameron Wool Textile Factory, Shade also joined the conversation, mentioning that not all the commissions he took were related to mysterious incidents.
"At least this time, I think it's just an ordinary case. I wonder which swindler dared to pull something like this in Delarion's capital."
Shade said this as the three watched carriages hurry past at the intersection. Across from this T-junction stood the wool textile factory, surrounded by walls. Thick steam pipes passed through openings at the base of the walls and into the yard. Inside, chimneys spewed black smoke into the gray-mist-covered sky, and the burnt smell in the air became even stronger.
Through the factory's iron gate, they could see porters in seasonally inappropriate short clothes laboriously pushing wheelbarrows loaded with goods. Farther inside the factory, who knew how many female workers were still toiling away.
"Only when you see a steam factory do you feel that Tobesk and Wilundell are actually not so different."
Princess Margaret said softly, before her attention was drawn to two