W had actually found this place?
Hoshino was somewhat surprised, even faintly delighted, but those emotions quickly vanished, leaving only intense fear. It felt like looking down and suddenly discovering a piece of sticky taffy stuck to her clothes.
How W had found this place was no longer important.
She was already here.
That was the main problem Hoshino faced. How to convince her to leave had become the top priority of this mission.
Should she use Rita?
Hoshino began considering her options. She had originally planned to take a shower, slack off for a while, and go straight to bed, but she no longer had the leisure for that. This was a serious operation, and the main battlefield was Lungmen.
The more Hoshino thought about it, the more troublesome it seemed. This was simply an undeserved disaster.
"There's no way... Even if Rita said all those suggestive things, my goal was only to welch on the debt. Was it really that powerful?"
It was the first time she had seen a so-called idealist.
"Isn't it strange? After that incident in Ursus, every other nomadic city was on high alert, terrified that Ursus might be provoked into suddenly starting a war. Only Lungmen is the same as ever. Every port that should be open is open, and trade is proceeding normally."
"That's why everyone wants to run to Lungmen."
"..."
W sat quietly in the bottom compartment of the truck, listening to the conversation around her. She was in a spacious, dark container, its exterior constructed from carbon-based materials and the like, while its center was hollowed out through structural engineering—a smuggling tool meant to fool the eye.
She was a stowaway, just like every other stowaway, utterly inconspicuous.
Her eye-catching clothes had long been removed. W wore loose work