“Um…This is Fuyuki City,” Illya simply responded to her question. “Pretty busy place, especially around this time, but it’s a good city to live in.” And she then noticed the growing crowd of people gathering around them, unsettling Illya and likely this strange woman as well. Not one to have other people listen in on her conversations, Illya immediately grabbed hold of Mikoto’s hand and tried to make their way out of the circle and dismiss the growing interest.

“M-Move along, everyone! Nothing to see here, ahahaha!” Illya called out to the crowd, waving her hand to shoo them away as they walked out to a quieter place.

“A-Again, if you’re looking for the convention hall, it’s just a couple of blocks past that building over there,” Illya says pointing past the shopping district. She could see the distress in Mikoto’s face, and she hoped that her advice was helping.

Illya’s gaze turned to the lost woman in the square, clearly lost and in need of directions. Weaving her way through the busy crosswalk, she caught up with her and tapped her shoulder to get her attention. “Um, excuse me?” Illya asked her. “Did you need help going somewhere? I-I can probably help you.”

Fuyuki City had been her home ever since they first moved here from the Einzbern residence in Germany. Illya would know all the ins and outs of this rather lively place, and if there was any place someone needed to go to, she knew where that place was and how to get there quickly.

However, Illya had noticed the rather…formal dress the other woman wore. It was undoubtedly a princess dress, or something of the sort. Why she wore one in the middle of a busy time was beyond her, and the people passing by also made comments and remarks on the side for her appearance. “Ahh…I’m not sure if there’s an anime convention running at this point in time…It’s usually more towards the summer,” Illya tacked on to her previous statement. Nonetheless, now she really couldn’t take her eyes off this woman.