The enforcers of a chaotic world, the bedrock supporting the existence of a unique social order—they certainly lived up to their reputation.
Neither their efficiency in finding people nor their strategies for dealing with situations had disappointed.
A seemingly minor case of unlicensed business had, with just a little prompting from me, quickly drawn attention to the oddities behind it.
And after efficiently locating the people involved and bringing the situation somewhat under control, they had swiftly drawn up a plan for their next move in the face of two completely conflicting accounts—while one of those involved was suspected of being an extremely dangerous Divine creature.
As for their strategy, they had taken the maxim that all was fair in war to its utmost. Whether I was being honest in our conversation didn't matter; the body's reactions were always honest.
The curious thing about this situation, though, was that I hadn't come here to get answers, either. I'd come to see how their bodies reacted.
And, to sum up the current situation, it seemed they considered me a greater threat than Mr. Rick the Licker.
That made perfect sense, given our respective ranks. But it also reflected one thing: they hadn't yet realized how serious the problem with Rick was.
Of course, these were all just guesses. They still needed a little verification.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by a threat to the entire city?"
This was exactly why a title had to be explosive enough.
Fortunately, that was a basic skill for someone in the business of playing the prophet.
Now that the scope of the threat had been expanded to the entire city, even Leilan, who had remained fearlessly composed in the face of a demigod's power, finally looked more solemn than ever.
Of course,