"Each team, report your status."
"Team One is in position, on the manor's top-floor balcony."
"Team Two is in position, in the chemistry laboratory in the garden."
"Team Three is in position, on the second floor west wing."
"Team Three is in position, in the study, right behind you, Sister Ash."
"Team Four isn't in position yet. Miss Zoe just came by and said the room over there hasn't been tidied up, so we'll have to wait a little longer."
Ash nodded. She had divided the Banshees into small teams and hidden them throughout the manor.
The people attending this dinner included those cultists from Moth Chasing Flame. The Banshees had decided to be cautious and deploy more people. Who knew what the Transcendents among that group might do?
After all, this was their first contact. Although the lord had said they would most likely be able to cooperate, Ash still felt that they should not trust those people.
They even dared to summon evil gods. What wouldn't they dare to do?
In the next room.
With the servants' assistance, Theus changed clothes and had his hair and makeup attended to.
Yes, makeup. In this era, it was improper for male nobles to attend public occasions without it.
Looking on the bright side, at least wigs were no longer in fashion. Theus lamented inwardly as he allowed Miss Zoe to pat white powder onto his face.
"Do you know this stuff is lead? Long-term exposure can cause poisoning."
"Then you should shut your mouth quickly, sir, so you don't eat any of it. You don't attend banquets every day anyway, so I'll apply less."
Theus sighed inwardly. He had originally thought that telling people about the dangers of these things would make them stay away from cosmetics, but it had