Viscount Iskolan's seat was among the civilian representatives in the back rows.
Surrounding him were people from private security companies and mercenary groups. Amidst them, his distinctive bearing perfectly embodied the image of a crane standing among chickens. He did not need to put on airs or deliberately display his uniqueness; merely standing there casually made him the center of attention throughout the hall.
When Viscount Iskolan said that the Blade Bearer Brotherhood had already sent professional assassins, Councilor Virgil felt his head grow twice as large.
Even more so than when he had faced the Cape District Secret Intelligence Bureau detective chief just now.
That one wanted money.
This one was very likely after "power."
Raging Wave City was already chaotic enough. They absolutely could not allow the Blade Bearer Brotherhood to meddle in it as well.
"Viscount Iskolan!" Councilor Virgil said. "Assassins are an illegal profession in Raging Wave City, and the Empire has repeatedly ordered the Blade Bearer Brotherhood to disband your assassin corps. I will not entrust the city's safety to a pack of assassins."
Viscount Iskolan replied with a smile, "That was merely an error in my wording. After speaking of 'assassins' for so long, I simply failed to change the term in time. The Blade Bearer Brotherhood has already complied with Imperial law and disbanded the assassin corps. Those who have come this time are all members of 'Blade Sting,' newly established by our Brotherhood. I guarantee that every Blade Sting member who has come is exceptionally powerful, fearless of death, and willing to lay down their lives for Raging Wave City's safety..."
Virgil cursed inwardly. Changing their name meant they were no longer those professional assassins?
These old aristocrats simply refused to relinquish the privileges the Imperial Family had granted them at the