The speaker was a woman of twenty-three or twenty-four. As she analyzed the situation, she picked up the bottle beside her and took a swig of Raki.
Raki was a strong distilled liquor made from pure malt. It came in many varieties, including the Strong Raki sailors loved. The bottle in the woman's hand, though, was clearly an expensive product from Intis, much like Loen's Blackland. Both its shape and its price were quite a sight... Rumor had it that Emperor Roselle had named it "brandy," though no one knew what the name meant or where it came from.
Indo was a port on the Sonia Sea, which formed a natural meeting point for Loen, Intis, and Feysac. Trade was brisk, and fine goods from all three countries were easy to come by.
The Demon Hunter team's captain was a male Half-giant about two and a half meters tall. He turned a blind eye to his subordinate's drinking. After all, how else was she supposed to investigate a case?
But after hearing her description of Iron Man, he asked in confusion, "Siltana, why would a Loen Vigilante come all the way to Feysac to dispense Justice?"
"Captain, have you forgotten what Dire Wolf and his men did?" The woman named Siltana burped and looked at the corpse on the ground with disgust. "A bastard like him got what he deserved."
"You mean... what he had those boys do to 'build their nerve'?" Understanding dawned on the Half-giant captain. If Dire Wolf Lvov had drawn the so-called Iron Man here by organizing young members to slaughter villages in Loen, that made sense.
"Still, we can't just let him kill someone and walk away... Siltana, did he leave any clues?" the captain asked gravely.
Siltana took another swig, then carefully sensed her