"They might really not be lying," the psychic now harbored a shred of belief in the face of the soldiers' resolve.
"Should we really notify the people from the Arbitration Place?" hesitation still lingered in the heart of the officer who had left the room.
The individuals there were paranoid lunatics, among whom the "Purist Faction" proclaimed that any human who knew even the slightest bit about demon knowledge should be completely eradicated.
And now, the soldiers who had faced the demon…
"Armored battalion." The psychic pointed in a particular direction.
Ever since the last combat with the Bug Race, the city had arranged for the enforcers from the Arbitration Place to come and help train the Mecha pilots of the armored battalion to withstand spiritual energy blasts.
This plan had been underway for some time now, and the enforcers selected as training instructors might not be so fanatical in temperament; privately inviting them for an appraisal shouldn't be an issue.