"We can buy one too! Look, there's already someone wearing it here!"
The theater had ended, but the waves of publicity were just beginning to spread.
A couple passing by Lann was discussing enthusiastically.
As they passed him, the man cheerfully patted Lann on the shoulder.
The Demon Hunter nodded at them.
"See! I told you this cloak looks real! When I put one on, who'd dare cause me trouble on the street?"
The man gestured a large outline to the woman beside him as he continued to walk away.
"Two and a half meters! So robust! Just wait, when I pass under Hawthorn's Ghost-faced Gang, they'll think twice!"
"But that's just an illusion." The woman spoke with a mix of anticipation and worry. "Don't let that illusion cloud your head. It's best if it scares them off, but if not, just accept it. This cloak won't make you a killer!"
"Do you really think I'm that foolish? I've never even killed a pig, where would I get the courage to act recklessly?"
