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Otaku Witch-Chapter 1035 - 618. Policewoman, Criminal, and Pork Cutlet Rice_2
Chapter 1035: 618. Policewoman, Criminal, and Pork Cutlet Rice_2
Of course, being a Spell Master capable of wandless casting even with Forbidden Curses, not even a full set of Anti-Magic Devices could restrain her for long. Let alone these simple Anti-Magic Handcuffs, to her, they were just toys.
However, the young policewoman across from Dorothy clearly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the Anti-Magic Chains on Dorothy’s hands, then sat back across from the homebody witch, her face slightly flushed, her expression a bit embarrassed and annoyed.
After all, she was an Elite Witch with as much as 280,000 Mana, yet she was afraid of a little witch, it was indeed a bit embarrassing.
The homebody witch couldn’t help but shake her head; trusting a “suspect” so easily, this policewoman was indeed too naive. It’s a good thing she wasn’t actually a bad person, otherwise, with such innocence and a bit of charm, this policewoman would probably soon find herself in some strange film sets.
According to the concept that witches have a juvenile period from 16 to 200 years old, this policewoman, who shouldn’t be more than 30 years old, was undoubtedly a girl. To be so young and already nearly reaching the door of becoming a Great Witch, her aptitude was at least that of a genius. With some effort, she could hope to reach the peak of achievement.
But despite her decent abilities, she was so straightforward; her family must be quite powerful and protective, perhaps another young lady from a powerful family who came to the Guard Bureau to gain some experience.
Of course, the homebody witch didn’t find anything wrong or contemptible about this. After all, who isn’t a young lady? She herself was in a similar situation, except she went to the Judgment Court to gain experience, so one sister shouldn’t laugh at another.
“Alright, enough teasing. Miss Policewoman, can you tell me what’s going on? Why are military-grade warship materials appearing in the construction materials market, and who reported this to you?”
After the joke, Dorothy shook her head, her expression turned serious as she asked.
At this moment, the roles in this small interrogation room reversed; the homebody witch became the interrogator, while the policewoman became the interrogated.
“How would I know what’s going on? If I knew, why would I be asking you? It’s just that we received an anonymous report at the Guard Bureau early in the morning, and then we moved out… Wait a minute, what kind of monster technique did you use, are you trying to trick information out of me?”
Konoe Makoto instinctively answered, but halfway through her response, she suddenly realized, standing up again, looking warily at the strange one behind the bars.
However, this time she was quite certain that the other party hadn’t really used any magic; it was purely a change in momentum. Although she didn’t want to admit it, she kind of understood why this person mentioned her lack of aura earlier.
Just now, after the other party had put on a serious face, their momentum suddenly shifted from a harmless little witch to a Great Dragon sharpening its teeth and drinking blood. It was as if a phantom dragon rose behind them, those cold dragon eyes staring at her, ready to pounce and tear her to pieces. A primal fear seized her heart, making her panic and involuntarily spill what she knew.
Is this the power of momentum?
Konoe Makoto was deeply shaken. Compared to the other party, her previous “police authority posture” really was child’s play, insignificant.
In response to the policewoman’s question, the homebody witch reverted to the harmless little witch look, shrugged, and appeared not to understand what she was saying.
However, she also breathed a sigh of relief internally.
The policewoman’s instinctive words didn’t seem to be lies, which meant that being brought in this time was purely bad luck, simply caught in the middle, not anyone specifically targeting her.
Come to think of it, she was just a tourist visiting Japan, not knowing many people on this island. Who would be so bored as to specifically target her?
Ugh, just an unfortunate disaster. Next time, I have to check the almanac before going out. I lack the destiny of a protagonist but have the luck for calamities wherever I go.
Alright, I’ll just wait patiently for someone to bail me out; Aunt Miko should get the news soon.
Dorothy thought to herself.
As soon as she thought that, there came a knock on the interrogation room door.
“Miss Konoe, are you there?”
Originally glaring intensely at Dorothy, Konoe Makoto had to get up to open the door. Standing there was another witch in a police uniform, her looks just fairly pretty, and she seemed several hundred years old, considered a middle-aged witch.
“Senior Ono, is there something you need? My interrogation isn’t over yet.”
The young policewoman first courteously greeted her senior colleague before asking.
The middle-aged witch poked her head in to take a look at the room. Seeing the questionable witch on the other side of the bars quite normal and not tortured, she relaxed.
“Miss Konoe, there’s no need for further interrogation; someone is here to bail them out.”
The middle-aged witch said this.
“What? Senior Ono, that’s against the rules; this is a major crime of smuggling military materials. Who’s capable of bailing them out…”
Konoe Makoto instantly got agitated.
But the middle-aged witch evidently didn’t want to offend the Director’s dear sister, so she pulled her aside and whispered in her ear.
“Miss Konoe, keep your voice down. It’s not that we’re not following protocol; it’s just that the visitor is untouchable; Lord Yae is here personally.”
“Lord Yae? Which Yae?”
Konoe Makoto was taken aback, not understanding.
“Do we have many Yaes on Japan? Of course, the one at the top.”
The middle-aged witch pointed upwards with reverence, unwilling to say more.
The young policewoman also instantly deflated, realizing the interrogation really couldn’t go on.
If that lord personally came, even without evidence proving smuggling of military materials, it wouldn’t matter. Even if they did smuggle, the order would turn it into a covert operation, not smuggling at all.
The young policewoman felt quite frustrated with her first mission failure, and as she dejectedly took the key from her belt to unlock the troublesome little witch’s handcuffs, she was astonished to find the handcuffs casually unlocked with a couple of shakes from that person.
“Thank you for the hospitality, I had fun; your bureau has decent tea. But I wonder about your pork cutlet rice, can I have some?”
Dorothy stretched her limbs, walked to the two stunned female police officers, flashed a smile with her shining white teeth, and said.
“Sure, sure, Miss. Please wait a moment, I’ll arrange it. Our bureau’s pork cutlet rice is a specialty of Japan, highly praised by everyone who’s tried it.”
Konoe Makoto was still a bit dazed, but the middle-aged witch had quickly gathered herself, saying this with a smile before hurrying back to the kitchen.
Dorothy: “….”
Ah, there really is pork cutlet rice to be eaten?
The homebody witch was taken aback, but she also looked forward to it. After all, there wasn’t any pork cutlet rice in the Witch of the Forest’s recipes, so she finally could try some Japanese delicacies.
Sigh, who would have thought that her first taste of local cuisine while touring would be in a police station? This experience was indeed peculiar.
Meanwhile, Konoe Makoto finally regained her composure. She stared wide-eyed, pointing at Dorothy, you-you-youing without uttering words.
In response, the homebody witch decided not to tease the earnest yet responsible policewoman anymore, extending a friendly hand towards her.
“Hello, policewoman, let’s get reacquainted. I’m Dorothy, secret police, and we are colleagues.”
She said so.
This wasn’t a lie, as Judges indeed counted as a type of secret police.
However, Konoe Makoto was more cautious, though she unwillingly shook hands in the end, her expression one of a woman whose feelings had just been toyed with.
No, it wasn’t just like that; it was the fact that a certain trashy witch had indeed toyed with a once passionate and naive policewoman’s first time… (interrogation).
No matter how much Konoe Makoto glared at her, Dorothy didn’t mind because…
The fragrant pork cutlet rice had arrived…
….The homebody witch happily tucked in….
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