"So we're just going to keep following behind and watching?"
On the flying carpet nearby, the invisible women were holding a small meeting. Jaina asked Hermione beside her. As female spellcasters, although the principles behind their magic differed, they had always found plenty to talk about.
"Of course. There's not much we can do. First and foremost, we shouldn't get in the way. What's happening now is merely one part of the Professor's tactics."
What Hermione was doing at the moment looked nothing like something a witch would do. Click, clack—she was checking all her firearms, pulling everything from shotguns to individual rocket launchers out for maintenance. "He said before that there might be people outside the cube observing the creatures' condition within this terrarium. Those things called people are our enemies. The Professor has stepped into the open to draw the enemy's attention while having Cloak protect us. It's the best option. If the enemy appears, we still have our stealth advantage to use."
That was what she said, but she put a little more force into maintaining her guns, as though she were taking out her frustrations on them.
The Professor had clearly said he would take her to the carnival, yet they had somehow ended up in a strange world, and now he was focused on rescuing people again. This didn't feel like a vacation at all.
Seeing Hit-Girl looking at the Professor with such worshipful eyes, Hermione still felt uncomfortable, even though she knew the girl was looking at "Batwoman."
"I see, so the whole thing is a trap? Then the skull he's looking for..." The female agent Amber seemed to have thought of something. She adjusted the engineering goggles on her head and pondered while holding her sniper rifle.
The whole sequence of events was