In Terra, she is a hunter and a bad woman.

This is bound to disperse the already limited combat power of the banshees.

You know, the biggest source of confidence for the banshees now is the naturally dangerous area that is hundreds of meters long in the urban area. Once they choose to leave the city to help other civilians, they are tantamount to giving up their own advantages.

In addition, their combat power is not as strong as that of the enemy. If they choose to leave the city for shelter, they will be seeking death.

But if they don't take action, they can only watch civilians being slaughtered... This will greatly affect the morale of the people in the city.

For a time, the banshees were caught in an unsolvable dilemma.

The Banshee leaders were anxious about this and took action everywhere, trying to appease the residents in the city.

But obviously, it is difficult to suppress the tension that is almost like a tsunami just by talking.

Even if some banshees want to use their unique magic to soothe the spirits of the crowd, the result is often that they are overwhelmed by the gathered fear.

The situation gradually got out of control.

In a desperate situation, more and more banshees began to lose morale.

They cast their eager eyes towards the Banshee King's Court today. Reports on the situation in the city gradually came to the top level, and the unique texts expressed their expectations.

They long for the hostess here to give them direction.

And these invisible pressures gradually gathered on the current Lord of the Banshee King's Court...

……

"The demonstrations in East City have been temporarily suppressed." In the conference room, a familiar maid reported her work to the woman in front of her, who was busy processing documents, with a worried frown on her face. "This morning, about three hundred people tried to sneak out of the city... I had the female demons on guard capture them and send them to prison."

"Prison?" The city's hostess looked up, a little hesitant. "For something of this magnitude, there's no need to put it in prison, right?"

"The Security Bureau is already full..."

"……I see."

After hearing the other party's words, Ramalen gradually fell silent.

Her face became increasingly pale, and her body was trembling slightly.

She was not some rare genius leader. In a peaceful era, she might have become someone who left her name in history, but now, when she was handing over power, she encountered the worst situation.

The pressure like a mountain or sea was about to knock her down, and at this moment, she was just barely holding on.

"How is the situation outside?"

she continued to ask.

"No response." The banshee maid shook her head. "The delegation we sent to the coalition forces came under artillery fire shortly after entering their territory. Mia and the others returned injured... The coalition forces have absolutely no intention of negotiating with us."

"..."

"Lamaren..." Although the maid really didn't want to put too much pressure on her friend, the current situation was indeed very stressful.

They desperately need a direction.

Fight or retreat?

"We...what should we do next?"

"…Is there anyone else who can represent the Banshee?"

"From the current perspective, there should be none."

The banshee maid shook her head.

At this moment, all the banshees are working overtime to arrange the situation. They have used all the people they can use. Many banshees have shown strong reactions, and the ward is filled with important figures from all walks of life.

In the current situation, the banshees have no intention of retreating. Everyone has pushed themselves to the limit and everyone wants to work hard to overcome this difficulty.

Even the most demanding person cannot say anything bad about the current banshee regime.

But... they did their best, but the truth is that people never judge a person based on their efforts.

Only when there are real results can efforts be praised. The efforts of losers can only be recorded in history as a "try their best".

The banshees tried very hard to deal with and appease the situation, but the facts did not change at all.

The coalition soldiers were still approaching.

However, there is still no good way to deal with the situation in the Banshee District.

"..."

Even though Lamaren was prepared for impeachment afterwards and wanted to send envoys to negotiate with the coalition forces, at least let those civilians evacuate.

But such expectations were dashed.

This time, the coalition forces seemed determined to completely wipe out the Sarkaz from this world, not even giving them the opportunity for the most basic diplomatic negotiations.

This left her helpless.

The female demon maid was also looking at the other party with worry.

Her pale lips slowly lifted up, but she felt heartbroken when she saw the other person lowering his head and keeping silent.

After a moment of silence, she lowered her head silently.

"I'll take my leave now."

"Ah."

The banshee maid chose to leave.

She understood that even if she just stood here, it would be a pressure for Ramalen.

Lamaren needs to rest...

Looking at the backs of her companions leaving, Ramalen sat in silence for a long time.

She carefully stretched out her hand, and with her white fingers almost trembling, she took off the crown on her head that symbolized her status.

After a moment's silence, she slowly raised her head.

It seems that some kind of determination has been made.

……

"If I fail to return in time, please make your own decisions. You have done well enough. I will take responsibility for all problems..."

Dark night, inside the royal court.

Ramalen silently wrote down her last words in this place that belonged only to her... As banshees, their unique language skills could not be copied. Anyone who saw this sentence could confirm the authenticity of the words.

At this time, Ramalen had taken off her luxurious royal court dress and put on lighter clothes that she was more comfortable with.

Although their clothes still seemed too luxurious and exquisite compared to those of other races, at this point, Ramalen had no time to look for better clothes.

She was going out of town to have a look.

As a steadfast banshee of the royal court, even at this critical moment, she has never considered surrendering or escaping, but the situation in the city is indeed not optimistic.

And she didn't want to continue to make things difficult for her compatriots who had already tried their best.

The situation outside was becoming increasingly tense, and she needed to investigate.

At the very least, she needed to figure out the scale of the enemy they were facing.

In the past, her actions might have been just a little risky, but now her identity is unusual.

Her every move would attract too much attention, and she didn't want to show any nervousness or panic in the eyes of other people in the city, which would make the already uneasy atmosphere even more troublesome.

So she chose one person to go investigate.

With her ability, it would not be a problem for her to get close to the camp and come back after investigating within one night.

But even so, she was fully prepared.

If an accident really happens, let the other banshees choose to retreat and escape... Perhaps this will result in tragic sacrifices and countless casualties.

But she will bear all the blame.

After stroking the crown that symbolized the supreme authority of the Banshee King's Court, Ramalen did not hesitate any longer, turned around and quietly left for the outside world.

On the road, everything is quiet.

She walked with a dignified posture, step by step, in the empty corridor.

The moonlight shines through the delicate glass windows on the side, casting a blue reflection on the ground.

In the darkness, the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the stone floor made an alluring sound.

Echoing along the long road.

Moonlight and shadows lingered on the sides of her face, reflecting her determined gaze.

And at this moment, the graceful and mysterious figure was also taking action.

"Da da da……"

Ramalen remembered her... It was this woman who brought the fleeing soldier back in the first place and also gave them the important information.

It can be said that if it were not for the opponent's actions, the situation of the banshees would have been even worse facing the death of the Demon King and the arrival of the coalition forces.

But what really made Ramalen remember him most was his calm attitude.

She seemed to have a unique sense of arrogance spreading from her bones... She would not feel awe in front of anyone.

But surprisingly, such arrogance did not make Ramalen feel disgusted with him.

On the contrary, perhaps because of his appearance and temperament that even the banshees were amazed by him, Ramalen had a lot of good feelings towards this cold and arrogant "rude person".

Perhaps they can get to know each other better on weekdays.

But now...

Lamaren lowered her eyes slightly.

She didn't care why Maria was still wandering here in the middle of the night, nor did she feel like caring about what kind of person she was.

The slender arm wrapped in the black sleeve trembled slightly, and the invisible air wave gradually dissipated her figure and voice.

Her posture did not change at all, but in other people's vision, she gradually disappeared from this world.

Just like that, under the intermittent moonlight, the two people passed each other in the shadows.

Lamaren raised her head slightly and glanced at the graceful figure beside her out of the corner of her eye.

Her profile was cold and quiet, and the cool moonlight could not conceal her charm at all. Her gaze was firmly looking forward, as if she had not noticed this side at all.

This made Ramalen breathe a sigh of relief.

Then... a cold voice slowly uttered through the shadow of the wall.

"Isn't it a bit of a waste to use a night like this for a tryst?"

"?!"

The sudden sound startled Ramalen.

She turned her head in surprise and looked behind her.

Maria stood in the moonlight, looking over here.

There was no hesitation in those calm eyes... This made Lamaren realize that Maria wasn't speaking because she sensed something was wrong.

She really saw through herself, so she spoke.

This made her unable to help but be surprised.

You know, although she is not a genius that transcends the times, her ability is enough to be called a master of Originium skills.

With this kind of power combined with the unique magic of the banshees, it should be impossible for her to be discovered by the aura she releases, right?

but……

"Smell cannot be hidden..."

Maria spoke calmly, her tone peaceful.

Although she saw the other party directly... the banshees' magic was indeed excellent, but for Maria, what she possessed was the ability to see through the essence of all things.

But in order to avoid causing the other party too much trouble, Maria chose an excuse that was not really an excuse.

She judges by smell.

"odor?"

Lamaren was slightly stunned.