The Banshees' Image Problem

Unfortunately, Hunter himself did not seem particularly appreciative.

Faced with Uncle Alvaray's question, Hunter looked thoroughly uninterested. But just as he raised his head to say something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed toward the platform. "Look, who's that!"

Yami and Alvaray looked up together. A group of Banshees clad in full armor stood in neat formation on the platform.

Hunter and the others naturally saw Banshees often enough, but the other passengers immediately broke into commotion.

"Oh my god... that's..."

"So tall and mighty..."

"May the Count protect us, may the Count protect us..."

The merchants who had come from elsewhere all wore looks of shock.

Since the Banshees mainly operated in Castel, they were actually a rare sight in Blood Port. These merchants had to pass through Blood Port when entering and leaving customs, so most of them had barely ever seen a Banshee.

In fact, many had never even heard of Banshees. They had merely heard that Blood Port had inexpensive, high-quality goods and come here because of it.

The sudden appearance of Banshees, towering almost like giants, immediately stirred up the crowd.

Bang!

The leading Banshee fiercely struck the scepter in her hand against the ground. The people instinctively looked over, only to meet a pair of icy eyes.

Those eyes were like an abyss, drawing in every emotion and slowly grinding it apart. By the time people came back to themselves, all that remained in their hearts was an eerie calm.

—Banshees were a psychic race. Releasing even the slightest trace of the Sea of Unconsciousness was enough to intimidate these mortals.

"Why are they here? And why are they dressed so formally?"

Hunter murmured, his brow gradually furrowing.

The Banshees were usually assigned dangerous or important tasks—or both. Put simply, unless the