"Is there a need to disguise ourselves? We could just go in as we are." Ilves stroked his shoulder. His wings, thanks to the persistent requests of Muria and the aid of his younger sister, had already been concealed. He now appeared just like a splendidly armored young noble going on dungeon exploration.
"We should keep it low-key, why make such a fuss?" Muria straightened his armor. He himself looked like a highly skilled adventurer dressed as a gentleman. Some aspects of his dignity couldn't be hidden, "Your wings are too eye-catching."
"That's uninteresting. If our power appears too weak, all sorts of troubles will be attracted. If we show our identity directly, no one will dare to provoke us."
