On the streets of Turin.
The crowd was growing larger.
It seemed like even the workers who were still at the factories had taken a half-day off, leading their children and families, grasping their meager wages, and cautiously stopping by snack stands or jewelry stalls.
"You can look around, but don't be too obvious about your intentions, it's too conspicuous."
"What should I do then?"
"Follow me."
The judge lady apparently had no experience being at the forefront of an investigation, nor did she know how the Bologna Family had trained her in her childhood. Such strong combat talent surely wasn't cultivated just for clerical roles, right?
A moment later, Lavinia, holding roasted nuts wrapped in paper, looked somewhat bewildered at Losa.
"Eat, it's best to eat while walking."
"Isn't that a bit rude?"
"Today is the Feast of the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary. The Holy Mother wishes for everyone to relax, you should follow her teachings."
