No one knew how Lord Payn had persuaded King Louis. At any rate, when the famous interstellar "Tritan Logistics" delivered a large group of people to Fog City's outer district, no Fog City psychics from the city guard came to interfere. It was as if the entire city had fallen asleep beneath the tranquil night, which had arrived with a light drizzle.
This was Murphy's first time in Fog City.
The rain greeted him, giving him a true sense of the local climate. Greeny Island's latitude and terrain were almost identical to those of the real-world United Kingdom—well, Great Britain, with Northern Ireland tacked on—so Fog City's climate was much the same. Lumina started complaining as soon as she arrived.
"I'd had enough of that dump back when I was an exchange student in London!"
The bard eyed the sodden ground with disgust as she grumbled:
"I hope I can find something decent to eat here, instead of reliving those 'happy days' when I had fish and chips three meals a day. I mean, let's hurry up, get the job done, and leave. This place is really unpleasant.
Especially in the morning, when the fog rolls in after a rainy night. It makes you feel so awful you want to tear your own skin off."
"It's not like we get to decide that."
Little Ashina looked around helplessly. She sighed with a strange sadness.
"Ugh, why does it have to be a secret mission? Why couldn't I bring my Big Bear Two? I was counting on making a spectacular entrance and backing up my 'bestie.' We're about to take down her crazy mom. Maybe after this, the young lady can make a glorious career change and become Batman."
"Mm, leave the spectacular entrance to us, little potato. You'd better focus