Chapter 2 – The City of Fog (3)
December 23, 1920 – 6:25
London, the "City of Fog."
"Wow, this place is magnificent."
Lijedahl stepped down from the carriage, marveling aloud.
Yes, I thought the sa.
The streets bustled with traffic. One of the earliest double-decker buses stood before my eyes, and those ornate, classical street lamps—so they already existed back in 1920.
Buildings and towers lood around us. To my surprise, compared with how they appeared 110 years later, the architecture hadn’t changed much. But unlike in 2030, the city lacked the weight of accumulated history—it looked brighter, its surfaces smoother.
Everyone was dressed in retro outfits I'd only ever seen in British novels. The streets seed chaotic at first glance, yet in truth were orderly. As soon as I stepped off the carriage, I noticed two London policen directing the traffic.
At the center of the square stood a grand fountain, exquisitely designed. A thick layer of ice covered its surface. If my mory was correct, this was Trafalgar Square. The London I rember no longer has a grand fountain like this.
Unexpectedly, this London wasn't all that different from the one in my mory.
While I was still taking it in, Mr. Ken stepped off the carriage and muttered to himself.
"Hard to believe... after ten years, I've returned here again."
I caught his words. I didn't look at his expression, but from his tone I sensed sothing sorrowful behind it. I chose not to pry.
"Wow! So many people! That tower's so tall!"
Jona shouted excitedly. Anna, embarrassed, grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing? After riding in a carriage for so long, how do you still have this much energy?"
"Oh, co on, Anna, it's our first ti here!"
"Huh? But we ca here ten years ago, rember?"
"Eh? Did we?"
Jona tilted her head, pressing a finger to her lips, trying to think.
"I don't rember at all."
"Your mory's awful. Back then, you were so shy—didn't like going out or playing, always buried in books. Now you're completely different. You still love reading, but everything else has changed."
"Ah... haha, true. I used to be really shy. But when you say 'everything changed'—that includes my height, right?"
"Of course, otherwise..."
Anna stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Jona holding a hand above her forehead as if to asure.
From my perspective, it was obvious—Jona was a bit taller than Anna.
"Ugh! You're so annoying!"
I watched them bicker and laugh, their closeness plain to see.
"Wait... Will, is this... really London?"
"Hm? What's the problem?"
"It looks so different... oh my god."
"I thought you wouldn't be the one surprised."
"Huh? And why's that?"
"Because the cities in 2030 are even more breathtaking than this London."
"... That's true, I suppose. Maybe we were too busy running for our lives back then. I didn't feel anything at the ti—I just thought all that technology was amazing."
"More amazing than magic? I still think magic is greater."
"Not really. If you were a mage yourself, once you grasped all the underlying principles, you'd stop finding it so wondrous."
... That actually made sense.
"Well then, have you all admired enough? We need to find a place to stay."
Mr. Ken turned to us.
"Alright. Where are we going?"
Lijedahl asked the sa thing I had been about to.
"The Savoy Hotel."
What?
I had nearly forgotten—of course, wealthy people would choose a place like that. For a mont, I couldn't help but show my surprise.
"Mr. Will, are you surprised?"
Mr. Ken asked with a smile—he'd caught even the fleeting expression on my face.
"A little. That hotel is far too famous. People like usually have no chance of stepping inside."
"Haha, is that so? Well, once we arrive, we can take a look around together."
I could only agree. In a situation like this, refusing would be impossible—and I had no reason to refuse anyway.
"Alright. I'm curious myself."
"I'll join you all as well!"
Lijedahl suddenly cut in, turning her face slightly aside.
Her eyes glimred faintly yellow. It seed she had the sa thought.
"I'm coming too! I'm coming too! Anna, how about you?"
"Uh... I'll co as well."
The two girls joined in.
"Very well, I understand."
Mr. Ken's expression didn't change. He was genuinely glad to show us around. You could see it in his deanor—an anticipation born from returning to a place after so many years.
"No ti to waste. Let's go."
The Savoy Hotel's decoration couldn't simply be called luxurious.
Stepping inside, I realized the most "luxurious" hotels I had stayed in during my first 27 years of life were nothing more than crude imitations. This place was the very emblem of wealth and high society.
I followed Mr. Ken as we walked through the halls, but the place was simply too vast to explore fully. Eventually, while Mr. Ken was still brimming with enthusiasm, the rest of us hurried after the staff to the rooms they had prepared, eager to rest.
And that was when I noticed—I was sharing a room with Lijedahl.
... It was fine. It was a double room, with two separate beds. Luckily, it wasn't a single; it would've been absurd to sleep on the sofa in a place like this.
"Ahh, finally I can lie down."
Lijedahl collapsed onto the bed, looking completely exhausted.
I set down our luggage by the door, closed it, took off my hat and coat, and sat on the sofa with a deep breath.
I was tired too—completely drained.
I thought about it. Maybe I should take a bath.
So I gathered so clothes and got ready to head into the bathroom.
"Ah, Will—you're going to bathe?"
"Yeah. We've been living together long enough; you know I always bathe in the evening."
"I know, I know... But honestly, you're not like the n I imagined."
The sudden comnt almost made choke.
"Huh? What did you imagine n to be like?"
"In my mind, n rarely care about hygiene. They're full of lies, swearing all the ti, drinking and smoking."
"Uh... not all of them. There are plenty of gentlen in the world."
"Exactly. That's why I said—you're not like what I imagined."
She glanced at . My vision was blurry with fatigue, so I couldn't quite make out her expression.
"You're clean, you don't smoke or drink, and you're polite."
I wasn't sure what to say. I could only go along with it.
"Well, I'll just take that as a complint."
With that, I stepped into the bathroom. The hot water washed away my fatigue, leaving my body light and relaxed. Afterward, I put on fresh clothes, gathered the used ones, and stepped out.
But to my surprise, Lijedahl wasn't asleep.
It was strange. Usually, she would doze off without a care, completely defenseless. More than once, I'd had to pull the blanket over her. This was unusual.
"Lijedahl, is there sothing you wanted to say to ?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Because you normally just fall asleep right away."
"... Fair point. But tonight's different. Tonight's important—I need to stay awake."
She patted her cheeks and sat upright.
Since she was determined to stay awake...
I pointed at the bathroom.
"... Oh, I see. Alright, I'll listen to you this ti."
So she went in to wash up. I knew she usually took her ti, so I idled around the room, looking at its lavish interior.
But after only a few steps, I noticed sothing on the bed where she had just been lying—a letter.
I picked it up. It was the invitation from the Magic Association.
I hadn't read it fully before, but now I could.
Beyond the preface, the letter continued.
We need powerful and authoritative mages to attend this conference to solve various serious issues that have recently appeared. The matters concern all of Great Britain and are extrely difficult to handle. If you co to London, please go to the Savoy Hotel. All expenses for you and your companions at the hotel will be on . We just hope you will participate.
"We need powerful and authoritative mages to attend this eting, to address the grave problems that have recently arisen—problems concerning all of Britain, of the utmost urgency.
If you arrive in London, please proceed to the Savoy Hotel. All expenses for you and your companions will be covered at my expense. I ask only that you take part.
—Wolf"
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(T/N): Heluu~ Just wanted to share, I’ve kicked off a new translation project. Feel free to take a look!
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