"They seemed to have reached an understanding. They wanted Superman to acknowledge their Kryptonian identities first."
Little John Pierpont Morgan, who was observing the situation from the sky, was also caught off guard by the turn of events.
He had not expected those two, who had initially shown clear hostility toward each other, to strike some under-the-table deal after nothing more than exchanging a glance.
As expected, this newcomer from the Supreme Divine Court was far more troublesome to deal with. He put benefits above all else and could set aside conflicts for the time being, unlike that radical Battle Angel.
Without question, they could not let them continue cooperating in tacit agreement.
But if they appeared now and likewise pretended to be Kryptonians, their lie would very likely be exposed by the two working together. After all, in terms of physical strength, none of their four Elite Titan Intruder-level members met their standards.
Everyone had their own specialty.
After all, Superman's only relatively apparent weakness so far seemed to be magical resistance and Illusion Techniques. That was why the four of them had mostly specialized in those areas this time.
It had inadvertently created this awkward situation.
"We can't drag this out any longer. Once they get there first, it'll be hard to reverse things. We have to appear before Superman fully accepts them!"
"What identity should we use? None of us has that kind of monstrous physique. I do have an ordinary Intruder-level subordinate who specializes in physical body strength, but he's still nowhere close."
"Heh, did you forget the intelligence I shared with you? We'll wear the old mage's clothes!"
"Good idea. Mages who preserve world peace, suppress demons, and maintain dimensional balance. How does that sound?"
"Fine, that's our setting. Move out. The four of us