When Magath reached the entrance to the Special Operations Department headquarters, he hesitated for a moment. Instead of going inside, he went around to a villa on the next street, took off his military cap, and rang the doorbell.
The woman who opened the door was beautiful, with neat, ear-length black hair. She looked about twenty-five and had a slender figure, full thighs, and slim calves-the physique of someone who exercised regularly. Her eyes were a rare emerald green.
"Zoe." Magath nodded in greeting, his expression solemn.
"General Magath? Please come in." Zoe looked slightly surprised, as though she had realized something, but remained polite.
"Philia! General Magath is here. Come say hello." Zoe called to the little girl in the courtyard, who was holding a spinning paper pinwheel in both hands.
The girl bore a strong resemblance to Zoe. Five years old, she was the youngest daughter of the Mogwin family, with large, jewel-bright eyes and delicate features. She was adorable, like a little princess.
"Hello, Uncle Magath!" Philia greeted him with a sweet smile.
"Oh! Philia, look how tall you've grown!" Magath smiled kindly and patted her head.
Philia narrowed her eyes happily.
"General, is there something urgent you wanted to discuss today?" Zoe asked rather coldly.
"Let's talk somewhere else." Magath glanced at Philia.
They went inside and entered the living room. Magath sat on a soft leather sofa, with an expensive rosewood table in front of it.
Zoe poured him a cup of black tea.
"I actually came to see Professor Mogwin. I'm very sorry, but the military rejected my recommendation. Professor Mogwin will have to continue his Titan research," Magath said apologetically.
At this, Zoe bit her lower lip and clenched her fists, but there was nothing she could do.
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