"North Star?"
Phantom Blade Catherine stood calmly in the middle of the crowd, letting the Blood Bottle Gang members in the warehouse make as much noise as they pleased:
"He's the one killing our people?"
"The Second Prince? That barbaric prince who came back from the Northern Land?"
"The guy who slept with both the king and princess of the Northern Land?"
"How could this happen? How did we get tangled up with someone that important?"
"Didn't he become a duke? Shouldn't he be staying in the palace, living in luxury and having eighteen maids massage him? Why's he bothering ordinary people like us?"
"Which blind bastard in the gang offended such a disaster?"
"No, then how the hell are we supposed to get revenge?"
"This is Emerald City. He's only a guest. He shouldn't dare do something like that, right?"
"He's the king's son, the future king. Even if he marched tens of thousands of troops into the city and wiped us and the Black Silks out together, nobody would dare say a word..."
"How are we supposed to fight someone like that?"
"Should we rebel?"
"Is it still too late to quit the gang and save our hides?"
"Um, excuse me, let me through. I need to go out for a moment. I'm desperate to pee... Oh, you need to pee too? Then let's go together..."
The warehouse was thrown into a flurry of discussion, and everyone was gripped by panic.
Frango, Jaga, Gutierrez, Gamandia... The leaders of various trades and districts exchanged glances, shocked and doubtful, with a faint trace of fear in their eyes.
Damn it.
Behind Duro, Gollor gritted his teeth and watched the expressions of everyone present.
Why? Why had she said it was Your Highness Tales?
Was there someone behind this, someone planning