Boer used his ability to gently push open the metal-framed floor-to-ceiling window. The afternoon sunlight shone on his silver-white hair.
He gave the three people in the conference room, each wearing a different expression-the composed Roland, the capable Thatch, and the newly appointed person in charge, Robin-a meaningful smile, then casually pointed his slender finger at the blue sky.
"Two interesting people have arrived. I'll go see what's going on." His tone was as relaxed as if he were going to greet old friends after a long separation, rather than deal with possible intruders.
Before he had finished speaking, he was already hovering outside the window. A sleek metal chair instantly formed behind him. He elegantly took his seat, then flew into the sky. At the same time, the cup of still-warm black tea on the conference table was steadily lifted by invisible magnetic field power, passed through the window, and landed precisely in his hand.
He took a small sip and gazed into the distance. Deep within his azure eyes, invisible lines of energy formed an Extrasensory Vision beyond ordinary people's comprehension.
In his perception, the two uninvited guests' life magnetic fields stood out like lights in the night.
Buffalo, who served as their aircraft, had a magnetic field roughly half as strong as that of the stocky figure on his back. It appeared weak and simple, with a rapidly spinning three-bladed propeller at its core.
As for the fellow called Pica, the phantom of an enormous, heavy, sharply angular rock occupied the core of his magnetic field, giving off a more solid yet clumsier presence.
Tsk, Boer silently remarked. They're barely faster than a snail. He leisurely took another sip of black tea and waited for them to approach.
High in the sky, Buffalo's complaints had scarcely stopped.