The team felt as though a mountain had come crashing down upon them.
The Banshee stood before them, blocking out the blinding sunlight. She looked around, then her puzzled gaze fell on Kyle, who still had a copper whistle clenched between his teeth.
"Were you the one who called for reinforcements?"
"Yes!" Kyle saluted.
The tall Banshee paused, removed her helmet, and let her golden hair drift in the air.
"Lady Nini!"
"It's Lady Nini!"
"My god, it's the living Lady Nini! I actually got to see Lady Nini!"
Several Faithguard Army recruits immediately began whispering among themselves. Nini was immensely popular in the Faithguard Army. Leaving everything else aside, if she had not stored up so much dried fish beforehand with her Fish Herding Spell, food rations would likely have been restricted during the previous war.
Together with the statue erected before the school, Nini's name was known by everyone on the island.
Nini planted five hands on her hips while holding her helmet in the other, savoring their attention for a moment before asking Kyle, "Where's the enemy?"
Kyle pointed at the Fishman still crawling across the ground in a charge not far away.
Nini bent down and lowered her head to inspect the Fishman for a while, then cautiously reached out and poked it.
The Fishman answered with a strange cry.
"So it's still alive. I thought it was a corpse."
She carefully examined the Fishman's split skin for a while, then stood still as if communicating with someone in her mind.
Kyle had heard that these Banshees could speak directly with distant people through their thoughts. It truly was a convenient ability.
Nini soon came back to herself. She circled the Fishman several times, then stopped and fell into thought, her five hands taking turns stroking