A few days earlier...
A group of men in combat gear arrived.
The two guards guarding the gate could tell they were strong men. But instead of feeling wary, they felt pity.
The men's appearances were disheveled. They all looked exhausted, and some even appeared to be seriously injured.
Noticing their three large, sophisticated-looking but slightly damaged cars, the two guards were certain they had just been through a tough battle.
"Welcome to Gamma Laboratory. Please introduce yourselves and state your purpose."
One of the men stepped forward and represented her comrades.
The woman had slightly long hair, a tall figure, a firm aura, and a cold expression.
"My name is Isabella. We are magical warriors of Entropilia Technology from Bright Night headquarters. We simply came to seek treatment and a place to rest."
"Are you the leader?"
"No. As you can see, our leader is quite badly injured."
A woman approached Isabella and whispered. "I don't think kidney damage can be considered 'Somewhat' anymore, Isabel."
Isabella glanced at her friend and pushed her away.
On the other side, the two guards noticed a man in more advanced combat gear sitting on top of a car.
One of them then touched a device on the side of his head and appeared to be contacting someone.
"Doctor, people from Entropilia Technology have come to ask for help. Okay. You may come in."
The two guards opened the gate and let them in.
As they entered, Isabella noticed the contrast between the inside and the outside.
She had initially doubted that a place located near a slum would have such good facilities. But after seeing the stark contrast, she no longer had any doubts.
"This location was chosen... to avoid the public, huh?" Isabella thought.
They were all then taken to the medical room and given various treatments according to their injuries.
"They've been treated, now it's your turn."
"I'm fine. I can do it myself. You can just focus on those two."
"They both need a series of surgeries that will last several hours. The easier ones should be handled first to prevent them from getting worse. Some of us have already prepared for them."
Isabella stared at the doctor in front of her for a moment. After glancing around, she spoke again.
"I need some privacy."
The doctor looked at the room they were in.
They had been assigned to separate rooms according to gender, so there were only women in there. However, he didn't question Isabella's request and immediately led her to his office.
"Sit down. Let me see your body."
Isabella immediately sat down on the sofa and slowly removed her clothes one by one.
When the chest piece was removed, Isabella's breasts immediately bulged out, unlike when she was still in her combat uniform.
The doctor was taken aback for a moment before returning to his attention as Isabella continued to undress until she was only in her underwear.
"Is your period on?" The doctor said, noticing Isabella's underwear, which likely contained a sanitary napkin, and remembering her shy demeanor, which didn't quite match her cold personality.
"Shut up."
The doctor ignored Isabella's annoyance and focused solely on treating the various wounds on her body.
Isabella's combat suit, which resembled a normal outfit with minimal metal armor, was designed to handle cuts, gunshots, or fire. But not blows, blows, or hard impacts. So even with the protection she was wearing, she was still injured.
"Maybe I can discreetly administer scar-removing medication with each treatment," the doctor thought, seeing how unfortunate it was for Isabella's beautiful body to have so many scars.
After all her wounds were treated, Isabella stood up from the sofa and prepared to leave.
"You can stay here while your place is prepared. You need rest to calm your mind and stabilize your hormonal changes."
"Are you still talking about my period?"
"Although menstruation in adulthood is more stable than in adolescence, no woman can completely ignore it."
*****
"Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but someone wants to see one of you."
The three of them in the room understood the woman's intentions.
The person in question likely wanted to see their leader. However, since their leader was ill, someone had to take her place.
"I'll go."
"Isabel."
"It's okay. I can handle it."
Isabella followed the woman and arrived in a living room.
Not long after the woman left, a middle-aged woman came and served hot tea.
Isabella studied the middle-aged woman carefully.
The middle-aged woman's appearance was ordinary. She wore only a long blouse and trousers, making her easily mistaken for a maid.
However, from the relaxed way she moved, and the aura she radiated from Isabella, Isabella knew the woman was no ordinary person.
"Are you the leader of this place?"
"I'm Doctor Nadia. I may be the leader of this place, but it's not mine. So, you can relax."
Isabella accepted the offered tea and immediately felt at ease. But not because of the woman's words, but because of the aroma and taste of the tea she was drinking.
Isabella studied the large cup of tea in her hands.
It wasn't green tea or any other ordinary tea. It was bright and clear. The aroma of various unknown herbs was refreshing, and the rich taste made her want another sip.
"Your reaction is just like your grandfather's. Surprised and satisfied, but hiding those feelings with an appraising expression."
Hearing the woman's words, Isabella was immediately taken aback.
"You knew my grandfather?"
"Well... maybe a little. We've been together for a while."
Isabella studied Nadia's expression; it was the expression of an older person looking at a younger person.
Of course, that was true in reality... Isabella was much younger than Nadia. But it could also be interpreted as someone who saw her as a child.
"We... have met before."
"You were a toddler then."
Isabella didn't know if Nadia was telling the truth or lying. But she wouldn't be bothered by it, and remained vigilant.
"I see. So, Doctor Nadia, what business did you call here for?"
"Nothing in particular. I just wanted to know what happened. We've provided treatment and a place to rest, but we haven't found a reason to do so. You do realize the order is reversed, right?"
"We can't share information about our mission."
Even as Isabella said that, she felt uneasy.
They had asked for help, and the other party was willing to help them. But not giving them what they want in return, or something that can't even be called a return, makes them seem arrogant.