Indeed, it was. She had made a strong impression, and the Knights soon began shouting. Some of them rushed outside to see if she was still around. They demanded to go to the address immediately to confront the one who dared to speak to their boss in such a manner.
Essence pressure clashed in the room so fiercely that their hair stood on end, and they looked ready to fight each other. It was enough to bring other Knights from the upper floors down to the ground floor. Once they learned of the matter, the situation only escalated.
It was only when the team leader came down himself—a solidly built man with sparse hair on his head and small, smiling eyes—that the chaos subsided. He wore slack brown trousers and an off-white shirt. "What's going on here?" he asked.