Hey, Your Governor is Calling You, Boss

"You, come with me!" Old Fobole pushed open a door with a blank expression, leading Xina to a wooden chair with a writing board on it.

"Mm." Xina nodded, sitting down on the chair with perfect composure. She propped her cheek on her hand, quietly watching Old Fobole before her, and asked knowingly, "Can I ask what you've brought me here for?"

"No more talk. I ask, you answer!" Old Fobole lifted his head and swept a glance at Xina.

No one knew what he was writing in the notebook before him with the pen in his hand, but the rustling sound of the nib scraping across paper never stopped in the room.

"Fine then! Ask away!" Xina switched to propping her cheek with the other hand, speaking with utter indifference.

"Where were you all day today?" Old Fobole's pen paused abruptly as he suddenly spoke.

"Out wandering around." Xina didn't even lift her eyes, brushing him off casually.

"Really just wandering?" A dark glint flashed in Old Fobole's eyes, and he set his pen down on the table.

"What? Is wandering against the law now? Sir, you've got time to grill me, a weak, pitiful, helpless little girl, why not go catch those zero-dollar shoppers on the street? Who knows, you might pull up a radish and drag out the mud, digging up a whole nest of bad guys!"

"I'm the one asking you questions here! Not telling you how to do your job!" Old Fobole was startled by Xina's sarcastic attitude. Were young girls these days really this bold?

Something was off! No young girl would have this kind of attitude facing Fobole's questioning! There had to be a problem here!

With that thought, Old Fobole impatiently tapped the table with his knuckles and asked, "Do you know Ron?"

"There are so many Rons in the world, which one are you asking about?" Xina couldn't help but purse her lips in amusement, glancing at the time on the wall clock.

Good, she had nothing to do at this hour anyway. Passing the time chatting nonsense with Fobole here didn't seem so bad.

"Ron Smith."

Seeing the clearly tense atmosphere, the young Fobole beside him quickly tried to smooth things over: "Miss Xina, we're just conducting routine questioning. There's no need to be so resistant. After all, your family surely wouldn't want to see you..."

"No worries, I'm the only one left in my family now! They won't know." Xina rolled her eyes, thinking to herself: Are these Foboles really this clueless? They don't even bother checking the family background before questioning—less professional than the actors in the movies...

"..."

Hearing Xina's brilliant remark, the young Fobole's eye visibly twitched. Her line about being the only one left in her family hit him like a slap to the face.

How could I say something like that to a little girl who's lost her family? I really am a piece of trash!

With that thought, the young Fobole actually lowered his head and started silently reflecting!

"?" Old Fobole looked at the rookie assistant who had somehow broken himself down, let out a frustrated sigh, and then put on his stern old face again:

"According to our investigation, this morning, you and Ron Smith's group all appeared at the entrance of this park. But afterward, aside from you, none of them came out of the park. How do you explain that?"

"Explain what?" Xina lazily leaned back in her chair, taunting, "Since you're investigating, you must have gone into the park too. Following your stupid logic that just showing up at the same place makes someone a suspect, maybe these disappearances were your doing, and you're framing a helpless little girl like me!"

"Hmph! Sharp-tongued!" Old Fobole's face darkened, and he shot a meaningful glance at the opaque window.

Soon, another Fobole walked in through the door carrying a file. He placed the file in front of Old Fobole and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Little girl, I advise you to confess honestly! Our people have already found traces of Ron and the others." Old Fobole flipped open the file in front of him, staring coldly at Xina, who was twirling her hair in the chair.

"Then wait until you put the evidence in front of me before you talk!"

Honestly, if Xina hadn't personally erased those scumbags from existence on a physical level, she might have actually been scared.

If the Fobole could really collect the ashes she'd scattered and piece together a corpse, then she, Xina, would willingly become their Herrscher.

"You..." Old Fobole had never encountered a girl so impervious to reason before, and for a moment, he felt a stifling frustration, like having all his skills with nowhere to use.

If Xina were some repeat offender scumbag, he'd just slap a big memory restoration technique on her, and everything he wanted to know—and didn't want to know—would come spilling out.

But she was just an underage little girl, and he had no solid evidence proving she'd done these things.

He couldn't resort to inhumane methods against a frail little girl just because he had his suspicions.

Feeling she'd had enough fun, Xina couldn't be bothered to keep bickering with Fobole. She stretched in her chair and raised her right hand: "I request to speak with my lawyer. Until she arrives, I won't answer any of your questions."

"?"

An orphan like you has money to hire a lawyer?

Though confusion was written all over Fobole's face, a citizen's basic right to call a lawyer still had to be guaranteed.

After some deliberation, Old Fobole reluctantly had someone take Xina out.

"Here, make the call!" Fobole led Xina to an old, antique landline phone and stared at her with eyes as wide as copper bells, as if she might vanish the moment he looked away.

"Tch~" Xina took the phone and silently dialed Theresa's communicator.

"Hello, Headmaster Theresa?! It's Xina! I've been arrested by Fobole... I..."

"What? How outrageous! This is too much! Hang on, I'll find someone to fix this for you right away!"

Upon receiving Xina's call, Theresa didn't even bother with her comics anymore. She hurriedly jumped down from her chair and rushed out into the corridor outside the Headmaster's Office.

To be fair, Theresa was very reliable in most situations. Xina only waited a few minutes by the phone before receiving a second call.

"Hello~" Xina picked up the phone, listened to the person on the other end introduce themselves, and then handed the receiver to the Fobole beside her: "It's the Governor!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, girl? How would I have the Governor's phone number?" Fobole seemed amused by Xina's words, and some other expression finally appeared on his perpetually stern face.

"I'm telling you to go find your Chief to take your Governor's call!" Xina shook the phone receiver at him with a blank expression. Only then did Fobole belatedly react: "Huh? The Governor?!"