Chapter 309

"Huh?"

When Maria, who was sitting in the car, finally saw Lamaline arrive, she was met with a girl whose face was filled with shame and indignation.

Despite her sprained ankle, she shyly boarded the carriage with Maria, her eyes darting around.

When Maria asked what had happened, the other woman didn't say anything, just lowered her head, looking shy.

This made Maria realize something.

She turned her head to look at Mila outside the car.

But the other person seemed a little embarrassed at this moment, with their head down, not daring to meet Maria's eyes.

The strange scene puzzled Maria.

But after a moment, as the carriage started moving, she gradually regained her composure.

Before long, they arrived at the temporary residence of the Carrion Court.

Maria had previously received intelligence that the Carrion Court were on their way to intercept the Allied Forces, so the Eaters of the Dead who arrived in Kazdel all carried a lingering, unmistakable stench of blood.

Their eyes gleamed with a fierce fighting spirit, and their terrifying attire further intimidated ordinary people, keeping them at bay.

But... clearly, Maria and the others do not belong to the ranks of ordinary people.

"Gentlemen..."

As the carriage approached, several guards came over, briefly checked who it belonged to, and then bowed slightly.

Although members of the Royal Court are not responsible to other Royal Court, they are still the rulers of the Royal Court and should be treated with the respect due to them.

With the rumbling of the axle, Maria and the others soon arrived inside the Eaters of the Dead's Royal Court.

Guided by the servants, Maria and Lamaline soon met the current Nachzehrer King.

It was a tall figure, holding a strange staff, floating in the air.

Its massive body was concealed by strange white strips of cloth, and its features were obscured by the shadows.

The mere presence of the other party exuded an aura of oppression.

He, now the Lord of the Carrion Court, is a prodigy with astonishing war talent, Nitze!

But... Maria wasn't very interested in its existence.

His gaze remained fixed on another person acting as a guard in the corner of the room.

A man with huge antlers on his head...

"Welcome, newly born Banshees Queen."

The strange old man spoke, his voice carrying an odd tone.

Lamaline bowed slightly to this ancient Nachzehrer King, expressing her respect.

"It is an honor to meet you here, Nachzehrer King."

After she finished speaking, she didn't forget to introduce Maria, who was standing next to her.

"This is my wife, now the Banshees Queen..."

"Similarly, the Carrion Court welcomes you."

When Lamaline introduced Maria, the Nachzehrer King Nitze, was somewhat surprised.

Although he knew that Banshees often chose women as partners due to the characteristics of their race, and that the open-minded Banshees had very diverse criteria for choosing partners.

But seeing that this newly crowned Banshees Queen had chosen someone who wasn't Banshees... or even Sarkaz, as her queen at this time, he was somewhat taken aback.

However, he didn't think much of it and simply followed Maria's gaze to look at his disciple who was acting as a guard to the side.

Do you have any doubts about my disciple?

"... What's his name?"

"In response to you, Banshees, my name is Bocscar."

The old, rigid man spoke, his still-uncorrupted face revealing a chiseled, resolute expression.

Lamaline to the side, was also somewhat surprised.

"Bocscar? I remember you were one of the last purebloods..."

"Yes, Queen of the Banshees, my companions and I are the last pure-blooded Wendigo."

Bocscar spoke, his calm words revealing no emotion.

Among the ancient Sarkaz, the Wendigo are also a mysterious and ancient race, and they also hold a seat in the Royal Court.

Unfortunately, as time has passed, the number of pure-blooded Wendigo has dwindled, and their place in the Royal Court has become increasingly precarious.

Today, the Wendigo Court is essentially defunct.

Lamaline hadn't expected that there would be such a person by Nitze's side.

So...

Lamaline turned her head away.

You know about this too?

"... No, it's for another reason."

Maria shook her head, looking at the slightly younger Bocscar in front of her, momentarily taken aback.

I still remember that in the future, the other party would log into their New Yharnam.

They didn't waste too much time on this matter; after a brief exchange, everyone came to their senses and respectfully took their seats.

The attendants provided water and some hard military biscuits.

It's so hard you could hit someone with it.

"I'm sorry, Queen of the Banshees, but Eaters of the Dead do not have the habit of enjoying snacks."

"It's alright, I'm already very touched that you're willing to receive us at this time."

Lamaline nodded slightly, her words quite polite.

After nodding slightly, Nitze asked another question.

"Did you come here to sing a lament for the Eaters of the Dead who died in the previous battle?"

Nitze really couldn't understand why the Banshee Court of the Banshee Kingdom would make a special trip to visit him at this critical juncture.

"That's partly why. Any Sarkaz who dies for the Sarkaz is a hero, and the Banshees have a duty to send them to the Sarkaz's silent land."

"Yeah..."

Hearing Lamaline's words, Nitze was somewhat puzzled.

The Royal Court Conference is tomorrow, and the sudden visit of the aloof Banshees initially led him to believe they wanted to sing a dirge for the Eaters of the Dead who died in the battle. But... judging from Lamaline's words, it seems she has other motives?

"I wanted to ask you something."

Lamaline didn't beat around the bush; she asked the question directly.

After a moment of stunned silence, Nitze frowned slightly.

"If you are asking about the current state of the Royal Court, then I apologize, Your Banshees, I have no interest in the struggle for power."

Although Nitze is warlike, his warlike nature is not for power or anything like that; he simply wants to protect the Sarkaz.

He didn't even show much respect for the Demon King... but unlike Dukale who despised royal authority, his contempt stemmed from his own feelings for the Sarkaz. If the Demon King were a truly capable and ambitious person who could lead the Sarkaz race, he would be the Demon King's most steadfast Blades.

But if it weren't for that... he wouldn't have attacked the other party; at most, he would have simply ignored that incompetent demon king.

Even someone like him had considered becoming the Demon King and leading the Sarkaz.

But as an old monster who had lived for an unknown amount of time, he also knew that he did not possess the talent that a qualified king should have.

He is an unparalleled general and commander, but he can never become a king.

So when Lamaline came looking for him at this time, he naturally thought of the problem of the vacancy of the throne after the Demon King's death, so he reminded her almost immediately.

"Furthermore... it's best if the Banshees don't get too involved in matters of royalty..."

There were indeed Banshees kings in history, but their fates...

Nitze didn't want to talk about it too much.

That's not the case.

Lamaline shook her head. She wasn't interested in the position of Demon King. It didn't matter who the Demon King was, as long as he didn't interfere with the Banshees.

"Isn't it a matter of rights?"

Hearing Lamaline's words, Nitze became even more puzzled.

At this critical juncture, she has come neither out of a sense of duty to the Banshees nor for power... so what is the purpose of this newly crowned Banshees lord?

"I have some doubts."

Maria watched the two of them exchanging riddles and shook her head helplessly. After a moment, she looked up at them.

Do you know anything about the Great Beast?

"... Ancient lives, their footprints are indispensable in the long river of history."

Just as Maria had expected, Nitze responded to her question.

He did know something about the Great Beast... such things were inevitable.

In today's war-torn world, the activity of Great Beast is somewhat more frequent.

Having lived for so many years, he naturally saw some of it.

Only...

"Banshees, why do you ask this?"

Nitze was truly confused.

He wondered if it was because he was getting old, but he found it increasingly difficult to understand the new generation in front of him.

Now, the capital is surrounded by external enemies, the Royal Court is rife with factional infighting, and the people of the city are filled with fear and anxiety, making the situation extremely precarious.

The other party came over wanting to ask about Great Beast that had absolutely no connection to them?

Why is that?

"I want to ask you if you know of any unique Great Beast..."

"Every Great Beast is unique."

"It's not that it's unique in this respect..."

Maria didn't speak clearly, but simply gazed calmly at Nitze before her, her voice becoming indistinct.

Whether it was Nitze's imagination or not, he suddenly sensed something different...

Right in front of him... Maria... seemed to be acting strangely.

Her figure became blurred, and her voice became increasingly distinctive.

The sorcery of the Banshees?

No... it doesn't seem like it...

After a short while, he regained his composure.

"He must be the only one, different from everyone else..."

Maria continued.

After pausing for a moment, Nitze also tilted his head slightly.

He gazed at the woman before him through the smooth strip of cloth.

A colossal Great Beast unlike any other?

In this world... there truly is a Great Beast, a unique existence.

Even Nitze, who had lived for countless years, only knew a few bits and pieces about the other party from countless past events.

It's like a huge shadow hanging over everyone's heads... Even other Great Beast will reveal a glimpse of themselves at certain special times.