At this moment, everyone in the tavern stopped what they were doing.
They uniformly shifted their gaze to Reiger, who was smiling calmly, and their eyes simultaneously filled with a wary emotion, with some even quietly gripping their weapons under the table.
"..."
The golden-haired, golden-eyed swordswoman keenly sensed something was amiss.
She noticed that the nerves of all the adventurers in the tavern had tensed up the moment Reiger approached the white-robed figure, displaying an unusual sense of coordination.
That appearance was as if their vital point had been seized, or as if their leader had fallen into the enemy's hands.
That's right.
These people were clearly a group.
So, Ais silently gripped the hilt of the Sword of Despair, exuding a chilling aura that suggested she might draw her sword and strike at any moment.
This seemed to further stimulate everyone present.
