Her Highness the Princess (Continued)

This startled her for a moment, then she stopped a guard.

"What happened?"

She asked.

Upon seeing this close advisor of the Royal Court, the Banshees guards also hurriedly spoke.

"A large crowd has gathered outside the courtyard; they want us to hand over Banshees."

"Um?!"

At this very moment, outside the Royal Court.

The city lights, which had already fallen, were still on full display.

Riots and panic continued to spread, and a large crowd gathered outside the Banshees's courtyard, holding various lighting devices and looking menacing.

The silent Banshees guards stood at the crossroads, watching this side in silence.

Both sides are trying their best to exercise restraint, but both sides understand that the matter cannot be resolved peacefully.

When Mila, the place was already packed with people.

Conservative estimates suggest that over a thousand people have come.

Many people were still rushing towards this place from a distance, looking hurried, so much so that those inside the crowd found it difficult to leave.

"What happened?"

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly tense, Mila reluctantly stepped forward.

She stood before everyone, searching in a stern tone for the leader of this inexplicable march and demonstration.

Soon after, a man shouted out.

"We want to see the Banshees Queen!"

"Yes! We want to see the Banshees Queen!"

"We want to see the Banshees Queen! We want to see the Banshees Queen!"

The larger the crowd, the less capable people are of thinking. After the first man spoke, the entire group began to speak, their momentum like waves crashing one after another.

This made Mila's face instantly turn ugly.

But she still forced herself to speak.

"The Banshees cannot meet with you like this... I need a reason."

As she spoke, she tried to negotiate with the refugees in a calm tone.

Unfortunately, those who were already caught up in a certain emotional state couldn't hear her voice at all. On the contrary, as the waves of noise came one after another, many people took even more drastic actions.

They shouted loudly and even began to shove the Banshees guards.

Seeing that this group was about to force their way through, Mila had no choice but to take action, even though she knew it was inappropriate.

"Quiet!"

A sharp, explosive sound suddenly erupted from her throat.

The Banshees displayed their most primitive Originium Arts, piercing through the roar of the crowd.

A piercing scream, seemingly capable of shattering eardrums, tore through the air and hurtled towards the crowd.

In an instant, their restless arrogance was shattered.

No matter how bad the Banshees are at fighting, that's their problem.

Compared to ordinary people, each Banshees can be considered a highly skilled Originium mage.

However, in the context of modern warfare, Banshees who emphasize individual combat prowess are not so conspicuous.

Mila immediately rebuked the crowd, her eyes cold as she looked at the group of thugs who were still planning to cause trouble, her tone subdued.

"I don't care what you want to do, but at this moment, the Banshees needs to rest, and you are not qualified to see her!"

Mila had witnessed firsthand the immense effort Lamaline had put in to protect the city.

She wouldn't allow these madmen to continue wasting the other person's already limited energy.

If it were something truly important, that would be one thing, but right now... all she saw was a bunch of madmen, a bunch of lunatics, a chaotic bunch of idiots!

So she chose to take action... even though Lamaline didn't want the Banshees to suppress the relationships between the other Sarkaz and Banshees in the city in such a forceful way.

But at this moment, Mila could no longer endure it.

She frowned and glared at the crowd, issuing a warning.

"Now, step back!"

"Otherwise, I will arrest you for disrupting public order!"

Even now, Mila still wanted to restrain herself and resolve the situation peacefully.

But from within the crowd, inappropriate voices still rang out.

"Then go ahead and arrest us! If you're so capable, arrest all of us!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Your Banshee Court has run away, leaving us here to die, and you won't let us escape from the city. Isn't that the same thing?!"

"Yes, yes!"

The crowd's energy seemed to have reached a strange level; instead of retreating in the face of the Banshees' warnings, they became even more agitated.

What they said, in particular, made Mila both laugh and feel somewhat angry.

As Lamaline's handmaid and close confidante, she was the one who knew best how much Lamaline had accomplished in the weeks since inheriting power.

It's fair to say that from the moment she received the crown, Lamaline has hardly stopped.

In less than a month, he has already fallen into a coma twice.

Banshees don't have the same resilient bodies as other races, which already shows the kind of determination Lamaline has to deal with the current chaotic situation.

That is indeed the case.

It's important to understand that the normal population of the Banshee Capital is less than a few hundred thousand. The fact that two to three times the original population has flooded in during a short period of time, and that social order has been maintained without major problems, is a result of the joint efforts of both the front and rear.

The Banshees on the move kept reporting on the situation in the city, Lamaline tirelessly dealt with various issues—food, medical care, shelter, and sanitation, among others.

The resources provided by the Kazdel Royal City have become increasingly inadequate with each passing year.

Under these circumstances, the fact that no epidemic broke out in the city, everyone was still able to eat almost everything, and medical care was still barely available was already a terrifying miracle.

Mila couldn't understand why anyone would dare to spread rumors at a time like this.

Lamaline ran away?

That's a complete lie!

Lamaline didn't want to get involved, she would have gathered people and relocated them a week ago. How could she possibly let the rest of the Royal Court hold things up?

These guys...

Mila felt a surge of anger rush to her mind... Even though the Banshees, as the soul shepherds of the Sarkaz, were all trained in silence from a young age, she felt her anger was becoming uncontrollable.

She stared coldly at the restless crowd before her, a strange rhythm beginning to tremble slightly in her throat...

But she ultimately abandoned her plan to take action.

This wasn't just because of the problems the city would face; it was also largely due to Lamaline's considerations.

Although she held no official position in the Royal Court, as Lamaline's maid, her every action outside the palace still had an impact on Lamaline.

Although the Royal Court has now become synonymous with a certain pure-blooded race, the number of truly pure-blooded individuals is still scarce, regardless of the race. In most areas where the Royal Court is located, a large number of non-pure-blooded or even non-sex Sarkaz live.

Unless the Banshee Court decides to change course and enslave others to serve it like the Blood Demon Royal Court, it still needs to consider its image.

"We have no reason to explain anything to your wildest imaginations, and I don't want to repeat myself. Now, get back!"

Mila barely managed to speak, barely suppressing her anger.

But who would have thought that Mila's tolerance at this moment would become an excuse for others?

Seeing Mila's increasingly evasive and resistant attitude, they became even more agitated.

"Since you say she didn't run away, then let her come out and show herself to us!"

"That's right!"

"Presumptuous!"

Seeing the crowd becoming increasingly demanding, Mila finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She let out a low growl, the sharp frequency of which this time caused the air to vibrate synchronously!

The invisible sound waves materialized at that moment, sweeping across the scene.

The shockwave reverberated through the internal organs of the people at the very front.

Mila truly couldn't hold back this time.

What do these people think of Lamaline?

It's important to know that the Sarkaz, as one of the oldest races, have long had a hierarchy... and the purebloods within various Royal Court are true nobles.

Even without her status as the Queen of the Royal Court, Lamaline is still a noblewoman among Banshees, a true genius, and a top-tier new generation Banshees.

She was inherently noble.

Although she never mentions these things, they have long been an integral part of her life.

Who do these refugees think they are? Do they want to see Lamaline like she's an actor?

Arrogant!

They are utterly ignorant and arrogant!

Mila's eyes gradually turned cold; she could no longer tolerate these guys' insane ramblings.

She stepped out, her gaze sweeping across the scene.

She didn't even bother to warn them anymore; she simply glared at them, her gaze filled with suppressed anger.

If these people dare to say another word, even if it goes against Lamaline's wishes, she will use force to suppress these madmen!

This tense attitude genuinely frightened the group of refugees.

They only gathered here on a whim, wanting an explanation.

Initially, seeing that Mila hadn't made any move, I was even a little excited.

But seeing that Mila was really about to make a move, no one dared to speak up.

The Banshees's shriek is a wide-range, indiscriminate attack.

If they're really pushed to the limit, they'll end up with no one who benefits.

At that moment, Mila's maid colleague also rushed over.

She tried her best to remain restrained when she arrived here.

"Have you informed the Banshees?"

"... It has been reported."

The other party was also quick-witted, nodding to indicate that they had informed Lamaline about the situation.

After scanning the crowd, she calmed her wildly beating heart and carefully leaned close to the other person's ear.

"Lamaline isn't in her room, and she can't be seen in the studio either..."

"..."

The girl's words startled Mila instantly.

Her pupils contracted slightly; she found the news difficult to accept.

She turned her head in astonishment to look at the other person.

The other party could only grit their teeth.

She didn't know what was going on, but the fact was that she had searched almost every place Lamaline might have gone, and even considered that Lamaline might be hungry, so she went to look for the Banshees' private canteen.