Ada squeezed Vergil's hand lightly, as if holding something too precious to let go—even for a moment. She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and tension, though her expression remained calm and charming.
"Let's go to the event's shopping district," she said, gently pulling him through the crowd.
Vergil didn't question her, he just followed her. It was curious to see how she seemed to know every turn of the place, every corner hidden between colorful tents and merchandise stands. Loudspeakers announced news, people passed by laughing, taking pictures, wearing costumes ranging from medieval knights to magical girls in dramatic poses.
