Eating Depends on Who You Eat With

About six kilometers north of Aurelia Ferrari's manor lay a small town.

There were few people in town. Perhaps because of the recent murders, most people did not dare venture out casually.

The weather had been uncooperative, and a light rain had begun falling earlier.

It made the whole town feel especially oppressive.

Sasuke and Illya had changed outfits and disguised themselves slightly.

If they wore those black cloaks, it would be hard not to draw attention.

This was a multi-racial country to begin with. Dressed ordinarily, passersby would not spare them a second glance.

Sasuke held a black umbrella, angling most of it toward...