Even after Harry reprimanded her, B-15 showed no remorse. Instead, she became even more guarded.
This mysterious mage before them knew of the Time Management Bureau, yet they knew nothing about him.
Though she did not know exactly how much he knew, as long as he knew some of the details, the difficulty of dealing with this mage would rise sharply.
After all, both the Time Scepter and the Time Collar were tools that could catch people off guard on first encounter. If their specific functions were known, they would be hard-pressed to threaten powerful opponents.
If Loki learned exactly what the Time Scepter did, they might not even be a match for him!
Even so, they felt no fear.
For the ideals in their hearts, they were willing to give their lives!
A flash of sorrow passed through B-15's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolve. She said firmly, "What we prune is not life, but chaos. The very existence of those time criminals is blasphemy against the Sacred Timeline!
"If they are allowed to exist, the entire universe will be reduced to ashes by a time war. Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to judge our choices?"
The wand in Harry's hand trembled uncontrollably, scarlet spiritual light flickering across its length.
Looking at the frozen obsession in B-15's eyes, he suddenly recalled those parchments corrupted by Dark Magic in Hogwarts' Restricted Section—equally twisted logic, equally fanatical in disguising atrocities as noble missions.
His lips curled in mockery tinged with pity, and the light at the tip of his wand grew even more violent. "You're no different from the Death Eaters. You use high-sounding excuses to cover up slaughter, yet you don't even have the courage to look directly at your own hands.