"Hey, Granny." A short, stout man with a pointed head, resembling an ascetic monk, stood with his hands on his hips, a hint of arrogance in his voice.
"You sure this is the most conspicuous spot?"
The old woman who had been addressed had a face full of wrinkles. Whenever she spoke, the creases on her face rose and fell like writhing maggots.
"Probably..." Her voice was hoarse and low, as though it came from underground.
"Even if it isn't, there's nothing to worry about." The old woman pressed her palms together, the prayer beads in her hands continuously rolling between her fingers with a faint rubbing sound.
"The strength of this barrier is the greatest I've ever seen in my life. With Satoru Gojo inside, there are no sorcerers outside who can break this barrier through brute force." Her tone brimmed with confidence, as if everything were under control.
The stout man stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "Indeed, the complexity of this 'Veil' has practically strayed from the fundamentals."
"Oh, right. Didn't those cursed spirits warn us to watch out for a sorcerer named Lin Mu? I heard he's Special Grade too?" The stout man suddenly remembered something, a trace of unease in his voice.
"Could he break the 'Veil' directly?"
The old woman chuckled, her voice filled with disdain. "Special Grade? I'd say the higher-ups only forcibly established a new Special Grade because they realized their position was in jeopardy."
"He's probably just a half-baked amateur." She shook her head contemptuously. "We just need to stay somewhat alert. Trying to force his way through? That's pure fantasy."
"Watch the surroundings. This place will probably be noticed soon," the old woman warned in a low voice.
"Summoning Technique: Nine-Tails!"
Lin Mu slapped his palm against the ground,