"It seems that this group of flying lizards has also sensed something amiss."
Konet frowned deeply, staring intently at a row of magic screens observing the airspace in the command hall.
"These creatures have incredibly strong perception, and they've been circling in this area in a group, which is only natural."
Shuert's expression, like that of a wooden sculpture, was a bit calmer than Konet's, but from the clenched fists, it was clear that he was also in a state of burning anger.
"That's not the main issue; the question is what we should do now. We can't just reveal ourselves right under their noses, can we?"
The Shadow Market of the manager evidently had also arrived nearby, and their voice came through the communication crystal.
"It's indeed not yet time to confront them head-on, nor do we need to do so."
