"As I've said, this is a fellow without much threat."
"He doesn't possess any strong aggression, and his emotions are quite stable."
"He bears no ill will towards Silver Moon City, of course, probably not much goodwill either."
"As for his purpose... he seems to be here looking for someone."
"However, I've already had the place inside and out searched thoroughly, and the results are as I have reported."
"There is no outsider by the name of 'Heracles' here, let alone a being of Demigod Level."
"Clearly, if the mistake isn't ours, the only explanation is that he was deceived—and frankly, given his intellect, I'm not surprised by this outcome."
Speaking indifferently, Medea picked up her so-called 'report' and threw it at the middle-aged man.
The parchment flew through the air and finally landed on the floor with a 'slap'.
The middle-aged man did not catch it, and his complexion gradually darkened.
"Medea, you know that's not what I'm talking about."
