Monster (Continued)

But clearly, under Maria's training, she had long since become accustomed to ignoring these people's gazes.

Wealth? Power?

These are all things that depend on strength.

To this day, Ms. Maria has no savings and is outwardly considered an unemployed vagrant.

Even so, once Maria appears, everyone has to bow down and curry favor with her.

This is absolute strength.

Use her abilities to overwhelm everything!

"I don't like it here... it's just that I grew up here."

Celinina's mood was still not very high. Even after she came out, she kept her head down and her face was full of anxiety.

Seeing her like this, Lappland could only purse her lips in exasperation.

She wanted to learn from Maria and use reprimands to make the other person stronger.

But clearly, she wasn't Maria; she couldn't combine gentleness and strength like Maria. She could only comfort her friends in her own awkward way.

His gaze swept around the room with a bored expression, and soon Lappland's brows furrowed.

"Celinina ..." She reached out and nudged the girl beside her.

"Um?"

"Do you have a custom here of taking men to alleyways to sober up?"

"Um?!"

Following Lappland's gaze, sure enough, it was true.

Right at the back door of a hotel, several suspicious-looking men were helping a drunk man into an alley.

"No, but some people do it..."

"Shall we go take a look?"

"Isn't that unnecessary?"

Although Columbia has regulations against vomiting in public, it's impossible to be all-encompassing in such matters.

They don't need to meddle.

But Lappland clearly didn't think that way.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, gazing into the air for a moment before a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"The smell of blood..."

"It should be fine now, right?"

In the alley, several suspicious-looking men surrounded the unconscious man, their faces tense.

Their faces showed extreme distress, but since things had come to this point, they had no choice but to continue.

In the end, the leader was the boldest. He glared at the two people around him, his lips pursed.

"They all said they wouldn't hurt anyone... it was just for show..."

"Besides, do you think we even have a choice?"

"..."

These words immediately calmed everyone down.

They knew those strange guys had ill intentions, but clearly, at this point, they had no other choice.

Gritting their teeth again, they glanced at the time and began quickly setting up the surrounding area.

The group's actions did not go smoothly, partly because it was their first time doing something like this. Fortunately, they didn't need much preparation. They simply used the unknown liquid given to them to awkwardly form a formation on the spot, and then carefully took out a strangely shaped small box from their pockets.

"Shouldn't we just put this on his chest?"

Someone gritted their teeth and cautiously raised their head.

"Stop worrying about it, just let it go..."

Seeing their companion's nervousness, the others felt the same way, but they had no other choice. They carefully placed the box against each other's chests, then nervously held their breath and stood together.

Waiting for things to continue to develop...

A minute has passed...

Three minutes have passed...

Ten minutes have passed...

As time went on, the initial tension turned into confusion.

They looked at the man in front of them, who had even started snoring, with strange expressions.

"Does this... really work?"

"I don't know..."

"Did we not follow the procedure correctly? I think they asked us to recite something later on..."

Do you remember?

"I don't remember."

"That settles it then... None of us remember, heaven knows what the specific procedures were."

"So what do we do next?"

"Leave him here? That's not a good idea."

"The key question is, what if they don't acknowledge it after we comply?"

"How about... we take a picture or something? We can show our faces?"

"Great idea!"

The group then hurriedly got back to work.

But as soon as they moved, they saw the girl who had been standing silently behind them.

Lappland looked at the men with a strange expression, her face subtle.

"What have you been doing all this time?"

"..."

The men remained silent.

They froze for a moment, but one of them managed a smile and cautiously approached the girl.

"Um... little sister, I still have things to do here, could you please leave first?"

"Tsk, why are you asking me something? You're begging me now?"

Lappland curled her lip in annoyance, casually raised her sword, and aimed it at the other man's neck.

The speed was so fast that no one had time to react.

When they came to their senses, Lappland's eyes also turned sharp.

"I don't really like talking nonsense, so... what are you doing?"

Although Lappland had already given them a stern warning.

But the group remained undeterred, and as their brows furrowed, one of them suddenly erupted in a riot.

Unfortunately, his riot lasted less than two seconds before the girl's Blades came crashing down.

"Thud."

"Forehead..."

"Don't move... or we'll slit your throat."

Right behind the man, Celinina, who had been lurking in the shadows, stepped out.

She still held the longsword formed from Originium in her hand, her eyes dim.

Compared to Lappland, with whom she could at least exchange a few words, Celinina's actions were clearly more like those of an assassin.

She's the type who really doesn't hesitate to make a move.

After seeing that the other party had calmed down, the two men reached out, took out the belts from the men, tied them together, and walked over to the unconscious man.

"What's this? Why is there such a messy scribbling on the ground? Is it writing?"

Lappland scratched his head, looking somewhat puzzled.

However, Celinina was listening attentively to Maria's lesson, quickly identified these things.

"... It's the writing of the Banshees."

"Banshees?"

"The Sarkaz Banshees... they typically produce many charismatic women, with very few male offspring. They usually inherit a complete set of Originium Arts, using language as a medium to unleash their abilities..."

Celinina also somewhat puzzled.

She lowered her head, picked up the liquid the men had used to scribble on the ground, and gently sniffed it.

"It's human blood..."

"Looks like it's not a good thing."

Lappland curled her lip.

She turned her head and glanced at the men beside her, confirming that they were not Sarkaz.

If that's the case, it means there are still people hiding behind them.

That is...

"What is the purpose of this thing?"

"I don't know... The Banshees's script is a complete system, and it has nothing in common with any other language on Terra. It would take at least decades for someone to learn the Banshees's language... I've only ever seen Lady Maria learning it."

Celinina spoke, her brow furrowing slightly.

Lappland, on the other hand, was somewhat displeased.

"Hey?" She walked up to the men and kicked them. "What were you planning to do? Who taught you all this? Tell me everything!"

"I... we don't know..."

Faced with two girls who were thirteen or fourteen years old, several adults couldn't even finish a single sentence.

They may be high-level executives in their own companies in normal times, but now, their very survival depends on their two children.

This is truly ironic.

After punching them a few more times to make sure they really knew nothing, Lappland helplessly turned to look at Celinina.

What should we do next?

Strangely, Celinina didn't answer her. She just lowered her head, carefully discerning the situation for a long time before suddenly pausing for a moment.

"I think I've seen this quote before..."

"Hmm?" Lappland, somewhat puzzled.

"The very first sentence of a book written by a Banshees..."

Celinina didn't mention that she had specifically sought out books that taught the writings of Banshees to learn from Lady Maria; she simply touched the rough ground with her hand.

"What does that sentence mean?"

"This sentence is..."

Celinina frowned, her eyes flickering as she followed the flow of the text.

'(I will watch over you, my wife, my children, and when you call my name, I will return to you.)'

'(Your loving...)'

'(Cainhurst...)'