"Who are you, and what are you doing at our encampment!?"
One of those very angelic youths was the first to notice the arrival of a black-haired woman and a little girl. This aggressive youth was, in actuality, centuries old—but for those in the Ascension Tower, that was still considered young.
"We don't mean to intrude," Sylvy's mother spoke softly, naturally a harmless-looking person. "I'm friends with Miky, so if you could please call for her, I would be extremely grateful."
"Miky?" The youth wore a puzzled expression. "Who is that??"
"Well, no matter!" He shook his head, his Early Godlike Rank power flaring. "Whoever you've come here to see, it's still a crime to illegally trespass into this encampment. I'll be taking the both of you back to the Commander for questioning!"
"N-No, wait a second, I really do know someone here—Mikaela! And if you'd just tell her my name, I'm sure—"
WAAA!
