Conan whirled around to find another stunningly beautiful woman, and he widened his eyes. He could not help but think, "Damn! What kind of luck does Felix have to have such gorgeous seniors?"

"Of course! What, are you planning to interfere too?" he challenged, trying to maintain his authority.

Felix stood up, surprised to see that Averill's mentioned senior was none other than Mira, who had gracefully entered the room carrying a distinctive purple umbrella—the kind of accessory that demanded attention whether you wanted to give it or not.

"Well, well, headquarters has really gone downhill if this is the caliber of agents they're producing these days," Mira remarked with a cold smile.

Conan's face reddened with rage at the insult to headquarters, but his anger suddenly froze as he took a closer look at Mira's face. He stumbled backward several steps. "Y-You're..."

Ignoring Conan, Mira pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Listen here, Hugh. Just because you're retired doesn't