Theus's order still came a step too late.
By dawn the next day, all kinds of rumors and unofficial tales had already begun spreading through Castel's streets and alleys. One glance was enough to tell just how wildly fabricated they were—and that Nini was definitely involved.
The key was that Theus had specifically sent people to keep watch this time.
The Banshee Inspection Squad led by Monica had been monitoring the streets since early morning, checking whether anyone was secretly selling newspapers. They had originally planned to gather them all up and destroy them together, but this time, they had failed to confiscate even a single copy.
"Not one copy confiscated! Do you know what that means?!" Monica stood before Theus with an anguished expression. "Even I didn't get to read one!"
"Really?" Theus looked suspicious. "As I recall, you used to sell tabloids too. You wouldn't know the newspaper distribution routes? Weren't you stealing from the very people you were supposed to guard?"
Monica's eyes widened. "How can you slander my innocence out of thin air? If I could find even one copy, would I have ended up finding none at all? Anyway, that's the situation. Deal with it as you see fit!"
Theus's teeth ached with anger. This tiny banshee had learned nothing else, but she had memorized his manner of speaking perfectly.
You actually dare use my own magic against me?
"Fine, then I'll investigate. Does Nini really think I can't find out?"
Theus sneered, shoved Monica outside, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Monica looked indignant, but after furtively checking her surroundings, she opened Mind Link and entered a secret underground group chat.
This was a new feature the banshees had developed. A completely anonymous chatroom could be created within Mind Link, where everyone's