"That’s the Sword Saint, right, Mira?"

"It seems like it."

"Why is she here? And as a boss inside the gate, no less. I thought my eyes were deceiving me."

The three of us whispered quietly among ourselves.

With my concealment magic completely erasing my presence, if the tense secretary ahead of us were to look, it would appear as if only Priscilla and Elisier were having a serious conversation.

"Well, we’ll have to find out why now."

There was nothing else to say. No conclusion would come from us speculating among ourselves.

"If we’re decided, let’s hurry. The quicker …