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The word “slum” didn’t simply refer to a poor residential district. It meant an area where those cast out or isolated from society had gathered, a place beyond the control of the state. Of those, only the most lawless and vile areas were called true “slums.” In that sense, the slums of Blaine were a far cry from the usual definition.
“This place is way more lively than I expected…” Leon muttered, looking around in awe.
El-Cid scoffed in agreement, —No kidding. This feels more like a red-light district than a slum. Guess business is good.
Even before sunset, red lanterns were already hung, and young children roamed the streets trying to lure customers into the establishments they were bound to. Women in provocative outfits leaned over terraces, beckoning passersby, and the sweet, alcoholic air left a sticky sensation.
Leon didn’t have any desire to condemn nightlife on principle, but this wasn’t exactly a pleasant sight either.
El-Cid, Leon muttered inward as a strange feeling crept up his spine.
—Hm?
Since entering this street, I’ve been feeling… uncomfortable. Are we being followed?
—No. If someone were tailing us, I’d have told you already. Though… there is one thing that might explain it.
What is it?
El-Cid answered with a tone as if it were no big deal.
—It’s your Aura Sense. The nature of the Sun attribute makes it extremely sensitive to outside malice. You’re young and look...
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