Lidvia Lorenzetti was at a lounge in a hotel.
She was wearing an old, torn and faded monastic robe, and under the backdrop of this modern surrounding landscape, it was rather eye-catching. Her hair and skin were as damaged and dull as her robe. From her look, she should be a beauty, but from head to toe, she was like an old movie, her entire color was gone.
The robe that she was wearing was a generation older than those worn by the Roman Catholics, and it had the unique characteristic of having different variations. Among them, the robes Lidvia was wearing were white, with a red cross on it. It was the symbol of St. George, and also the symbol of the Anglican Church. During modern times, she had been mistaken for an Anglican many times just because she was wearing a robe that had a symbol similar to that of the Anglicans. But Lidvia chose this dress-up not only because it was handed down from her grandmother, but also because of her belief. She believed that 'even if they were sinners, as long as they had some sort of talent, she'd extend her hand to them.'
In terms of world ranking, the hotel where she was at now wasn't exactly a famous hotel. In terms of history, one could only describe it as 'shallow.' It couldn't be compared to those large hotels in Italy that had an antique value…but the prosperity of this hotel was much superior to all the other hotels in the world.
Maybe this was the effect of an international sporting event like Daihaseisai, Lidvia wildly guessed.
Academy City, which was normally sealed up, didn't really need a hotel except if they wanted to host VIPs from other schools. Thus, facing such a large-scale event, tourists from outside would gathered at the few hotels that Academy City had. All the guestrooms were fully booked. With so many tourists, business must also be bustling for hotels outside Academy City.
The surrounding crowd started to move about quickly, as Lidvia slowly moved forward.
This gave the feeling of a distortion that excluded both time and space.
(Then.)
Lidvia Lorenzetti left the hotel through the rotating glass door.
The bright sunlight of the hot day beat down on her.
She squinted her eyes.
(Oriana's working hard now, so I should get to work now.)
As Lidvia thought this, a broadcast about Daihaseisai could be heard. She looked up, and saw an airship floating up there. The big screen on the bottom of the airship was airing the weather report. The report said that there was going to be clear weather. The weather was good alright, thought Lidvia as she looked away from the light shining down on her.
The entire street looked peaceful.
Lidvia Lorenzetti passed through the gap in the crowd, and vanished among them.