บท 152: Racism At The Door

After walking for almost an hour, surrounded by fields and farmers, Astaroth and Violette reached the city proper. They were still on the outer portion, but they could already feel the hustle and bustle.

Astaroth was from a city himself, so this hubbub was not unfamiliar to him, and was even quite soothing. Violette was also from a city, but she was quite sheltered, and never left the property grounds.

To her, seeing so many people walking around from place to place was a novelty experience. Astaroth had already received the message that his friends were waiting for him at the café.

But he didn't want to ruin this for the girl, so replied that they might be a little late. Phoenix had told him to take his time, that they would be waiting.

So, instead of pressing his step, Astaroth slowed down. He let Violette imbibe all the atmosphere that came with bigger cities, as her head snapped from side to side.