Lamarrin (Continued)

This will inevitably disperse the already limited fighting strength of the Banshees.

It's important to understand that the Banshees' greatest strength lies in the hundreds of meters of natural defenses within the city. If they choose to leave the city to help other civilians, they are essentially giving up their advantage.

Given that their combat strength was inferior to their opponents', choosing to leave the city for protection would be tantamount to suicide.

But if they don't intervene, they can only watch helplessly as civilians are slaughtered... which will greatly affect the morale of the city.

For a time, the Banshees found themselves in a seemingly unsolvable predicament.

The high-ranking members of the Banshees were frantically trying to appease the city's residents.

But clearly, words alone are hardly enough to quell the tension that was almost like a tsunami.

Even when some Banshees try to soothe the spirits of the crowd with their unique magic, they are often overwhelmed by the fear that gathers within them.

The situation gradually spiraled out of control.

In the heat of the moment, more and more of the Banshees began to waver in their morale.

They turned their eager gaze toward the current Banshee Court, and reports about the situation in the city gradually flooded the top floor, their unique writing conveying their hopes.

They longed for the woman of the house to give them direction.

And these invisible pressures have gradually accumulated on the shoulders of the current ruler of the Banshee Court...

"The protests in the East District have been temporarily suppressed." Inside the meeting room, a familiar maid, while reporting her work to the woman busily processing documents, frowned with worry. "This morning, about three hundred people tried to sneak out of the city... I had the guards, the Banshees, apprehend them and send them to prison."

"Prison?" The city's matriarch looked up, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "Surely something like this doesn't warrant imprisonment?"

"The Guard Bureau is already overflowing..."

"... I see."

Upon hearing the other person's words, Lamaline gradually fell silent.

Her face grew increasingly Xubai, and her body trembled slightly.

She wasn't some unparalleled genius leader; in times of peace, she might have become someone who left her mark on history. But now, in the process of handing over power, she encountered the worst possible situation.

The immense pressure was almost overwhelming her; she was barely holding on.

What's the situation outside?

She continued to ask.

"No response." The Banshees shook her head. "Our delegation to the Allied Forces was attacked by artillery fire as soon as it entered their territory. Mia and the others returned wounded... The Allied Forces have absolutely no intention of negotiating with us."

"..."

"Lamaline..." Although the maid really didn't want to put too much pressure on her friend, the current situation was indeed overwhelming.

They desperately need direction.

To fight or to retreat?

"What... what should we do next?"

"... Is there anyone else who can represent the Banshees on this trip?"

"At present, it seems there are none."

The Banshees maid shook her head.

Right now, all the Banshees are working overtime to set up the situation. They have used everyone they can, and many Banshees have reacted strongly. The ward is now filled with important figures from all walks of life.

In this situation, the Banshees showed no inclination to back down. Everyone had pushed themselves to their limits, and everyone wanted to do their best to overcome this difficulty.

Even the most demanding person cannot find fault with the current Banshees regime.

But... they pushed themselves to the limit, yet reality never judges a person's efforts.

Only when real results are achieved can effort be praised; the efforts of those who fail are at most written in history as a single sentence of "tried their best."

The Banshees tried their best to deal with and appease the situation, but the facts remained unchanged.

The Allied Forces soldiers were still closing in.

There is still no good solution for dealing with the Banshees City area.

"..."

Even though Lamaline was prepared for impeachment afterward and wanted to send envoys to negotiate with the Allied Forces, at least to get the civilians evacuated...

But all these expectations were dashed.

This time, the Allied Forces seem determined to completely wipe the Sarkaz out of the world, not even giving them the most basic opportunity for diplomatic negotiations.

This left her helpless.

The female demon maidservant watched the other party with deep concern.

Her pale lips slowly lifted, but seeing the other person's head bowed and silent, she felt a pang of heartache.

After a moment of silence, she silently lowered her head.

"I'll take my leave now."

"Um."

The Banshees maid chose to leave.

She understood that even just standing there was a pressure on Lamaline.

Lamaline needs rest...

Watching her companions leave, Lamaline remained silent for a long time.

She carefully reached out, her pale fingers trembling as she removed the crown that symbolized her status from her head.

After a moment of silence, she slowly raised her head.

It seems they've made up their minds.

"If I fail to return in time, please make your own decisions. You have already done more than enough. I will take full responsibility for any problems that arise..."

Night falls, within the Royal Court.

Lamaline silently wrote her final words in her own special spot... As Banshees, their unique linguistic magic is unreplicable; anyone who sees these words can confirm their authenticity.

At this moment Lamaline had already changed out of her luxurious Royal Court dress and put on lighter clothes that suited her better.

Although their clothes still seemed too luxurious and elaborate compared to those of other races, Lamaline had no time to find better clothes now that things had come to this.

She decided to go out of town to take a look.

As a staunch Royal Court Banshees, even at this critical juncture, she has never considered surrendering or fleeing, but the situation within the city is indeed far from optimistic.

She didn't want to make things difficult for her compatriots who had already given their all.

The situation outside is becoming increasingly tense, and she needs to investigate.

At the very least, she needs to figure out the exact size of the enemy they are facing.

In the past, such an action might have been considered risky, but now her identity is different.

Her every move attracted a lot of attention, and she didn't want to appear nervous or flustered in the eyes of others in the city, as that would only make the already uneasy atmosphere more troublesome.

So she chose to go and investigate alone.

With her abilities, approaching the camp and investigating it within one night would not be a problem.

Even so, she was fully prepared.

If something unexpected happens, then let the other Banshees choose to retreat and escape... This may result in tragic sacrifices and countless casualties.

But she will bear all the blame for it.

After stroking the crown that symbolized the supreme authority of the Banshee Court once more, Lamaline did not hesitate any longer and quietly turned to leave.

Everything was quiet along the way.

She walked gracefully down the empty corridor.

Moonlight streamed through the delicate glass windows beside them, casting blue reflections on the ground.

In the darkness, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the stone floor was alluring.

It echoed along the long road.

Moonlight and shadows lingered on her face, reflecting her resolute gaze.

And at that very moment, that graceful and mysterious figure also began to move.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Lamaline remembered her... it was this woman who brought the escaped soldier back immediately and also brought them that important intelligence.

It's fair to say that if it weren't for the other side's actions, the Banshees' situation would have been even worse given the Demon King's death and the arrival of the Allied Forces.

But Lamaline was the other person's calm demeanor.

She seemed to possess a unique arrogance that emanated from her very bones... She showed no respect for anyone.

Surprisingly, this arrogance did not cause Lamaline to dislike him.

On the contrary, perhaps because of her stunning beauty and aura that even the Banshees would marvel at, Lamaline felt quite a bit of goodwill towards this aloof and arrogant 'rude person'.

Perhaps they could get to know each other better on a regular basis.

But now...

Lamaline lowered the corners of her eyes slightly.

She didn't care why Maria was wandering around there in the middle of the night, nor did she care what kind of person Maria was.

Her slender arms, encased in black sleeves, trembled slightly, and the invisible shockwave gradually dissipated her figure and voice.

Her posture remained unchanged, but in other people's view, she gradually disappeared from this world.

And so, under the intermittent moonlight, the two brushed past each other in the shadows.

Lamaline slightly raised her head, glancing at the graceful figure beside her out of the corner of her eye.

Her profile was cool and serene; the slightly chilly moonlight could not diminish her charm. Her determined gaze seemed completely oblivious to what was happening in their direction.

This made Lamaline breathe a sigh of relief.

Then... through the shadow of a wall, a cool, clear voice slowly escaped.

"Isn't it a bit of a waste to use a night like this for a secret rendezvous?"

"?!"

The sudden noise startled Lamaline.

She turned her head in surprise and looked behind her.

Maria stood in the moonlight, gazing in this direction.

Her calm eyes showed no hesitation... This made Lamaline realize that Maria hadn't spoken because she sensed something was wrong.

She truly understood herself, which is why she spoke up.

This left her utterly taken aback.

It's important to understand that while she wasn't some groundbreaking genius, her abilities were certainly enough to qualify her as a master of Originium Arts.

With her unique Banshees and the concealment of her aura, she should be undetectable, right?

But...

"Smell cannot be hidden..."

Maria spoke calmly, her tone serene.

Although she could see the other person directly... the Banshees' magic was indeed excellent, but for Maria, what she possessed was the ability to see through the essence of everything.

But in order not to cause the other party too much trouble, Maria chose an excuse that wasn't really an excuse.

She judges by smell.

"Odor?"

Lamaline for a moment, slightly taken aback.