"It doesn't make sense. You're not disguising yourself as the Holy Polante Pope right now, and with your abilities, it's impossible for commoners to see through your disguise, right?"
Talia was convinced that even she, a member of the Great Demon Clan, would not be able to see through the disguise of a Ninth-order Black Sun Lord.
Unless the Black Sun Lord revealed himself, no one else would have a clue.
"That can only mean the townspeople are instinctively fearful of a stranger traveler merchant like me."
Lanci offered the answer.
It was strange.
If it was just a few residents fearful of a traveling merchant, that could be explained.
But now, it seemed as if every resident in the town cast him a similar look of unease.
[You·sense·something·is·not·right.]
[A seasoned warrior's instincts prevent you from overlooking this.]
[You decide to stay in the town a bit longer to uncover the cause of this disharmony.]