After the call ended, Feifei let out a sigh of relief. Only then did she pull the jeweled headband from the side of her bun and loosen the collar of her fitted cocktail dress. She was just about to say something when she turned and saw that Agnes had already lifted her head from under the table.
"The call's over. You can come out now," Feifei said.
Agnes hurriedly jumped to her feet, but kept staring at Feifei without so much as shifting her gaze.
"Oh, the disguise! I'm a psychic, after all. Isn't it perfectly reasonable that I can slightly alter someone's visual perception and change my face?"
It was not reasonable at all. Weren't you a "Wielder"? Weren't you supposed to be best at tossing fireballs? Miss Agnes really wanted to say that, but considering her own knowledge of the occult was limited to her star ring—and that she was far behind her good friend Amia in that regard—she decided not to pursue the topic.
She added, "I remember that Countess Romenerna was a section chief in the press office at the Grand Marshal's mansion. We met her after the last God of War Festival."
"You have a good memory. She already held a military position, so it's perfectly reasonable for her to take part in the militia operation."
"But this is the daughter of a noble family, too, right? Won't you get found out?"
"Miss Elena Romenar is on vacation at her private country estate. The source-wave relay station in that star system broke down the year before last, so she hasn't been able to receive any messages from here."
"Y-you've been plotting this exact scene since the year before last!" Agnes stared at her in shock, looking at Feifei as if she were some Lovecraftian monster