On one side of the vast crystal chamber, its floor veiled with impenetrable fog up to the level of one's knees, a blonde man in white armour wielding a blue spear was combatting the Area Boss, an Infected Yeti with a full four arms.
On the other side, silently observing the duel, two people stood calmly.
"...Your interference was unnecessary."
From behind that crudely simple, yet all-too-intimidating black mask, a deep, distorted voice emanated.
From beside him, a much more natural voice retorted.
"It's fine, isn't it? There is no detriment to yourself, but if you were concerned about the possibility of that monster killing him, don't worry. He wouldn't fall to something of that calibre."
"..."
"Incidentally, never once have I revealed such a capability of my fog to them. There is no concern about them suspecting me, so please don't be suspicious. This doesn't put me in a bad position either."
Is that so.
Then, why?