In the conference hall on the top floor of the Crystal Tower, that brief reply stirred different ripples in the hearts of those present.
"'Normal treatment'?"
The third voice—a female wizard—was the first to break the silence, her tone carrying a hint of perplexity:
"Did the Tower Master just say those two words? No further instructions?"
"Indeed so."
The first speaker responded in a voice of authority, a hint of contemplation in his tone:
"Lady Cassandra always speaks concisely, but there is deep meaning behind each of her decisions."
"'Normal treatment'..."
A hoarse, elderly voice slowly repeated the phrase, sounding as if chewing on each byte:
"Is this hands-off, or is there a deeper meaning?"
Under the projection of the Crystal Ball, the figures of those gathered slightly swayed in thought.
Everyone was trying to decipher the potentially profound meaning behind this seemingly ordinary directive.
"Let me share my thoughts first." A young voice cautiously began:
