Regarding Mephisto's manner of speaking, Macbeth had grown accustomed to it, and being called "trash" didn't really anger him. Faced with suspicions that he'd intentionally let Mu Konni escape, he simply retorted indifferently, "Otherwise? By myself, I wouldn't stand a chance against the opponent.
That woman, for some reason—despite having the strength of only a First-level Wizard—was able to use some technique to quickly advance to a Second-level Wizard for a short period. Armstrong and I weren't her match. If it hadn't been for the loud noises caused by her magic drawing others near, Armstrong and I would be dead by now."
"Is that so..." Mephisto narrowed her eyes, murmuring to herself, "Troublemakers? The capability of a Second-level Wizard? Hmm..."
