"Who let that bastard Robert go?!" White, director of the Internal Affairs Office, slammed his desk as he glared at the captains standing before him with their heads lowered. "A major suspect we already had in custody actually slipped away! The young lady chewed us out directly, saying the entire Internal Affairs Office was nothing but freeloaders! Are you worthy of that thousand-gold monthly salary of yours?!"
The captains looked awful. The first captain gritted his teeth and stepped forward. "Sir, my men made the arrest. According to their report, they were practically at our doorstep with him when people from the council arrived carrying a councilor's token and took him away, saying they were taking him to be interrogated by the fathers. Who would have thought that bastard would turn up in the protest march again the next moment? Someone is definitely setting us up, Director."
White immediately broke out in a cold sweat. "Who brought them here? Whose token did they have?"
"...Neither of them knew anything. They even forgot what those people looked like." The first captain looked miserable. "This was definitely Suggestion. Sir, our agents all wear Cloaks of Resistance! Someone is definitely targeting us."
White took out a Communication Gem and repeatedly nodded with an ingratiating expression. Once the communication ended, he snapped, "Damn it! Those ordinary agents are mediocre at best, so why didn't you go yourselves? We're about to become the first people held responsible for this potential riot. If this turns into bloodshed, how many of you will still get to strut around in those fancy leather uniforms while collecting fat allowances? You've gotten far too used to the good life!"
The captains knew their leader had likely been thoroughly berated by the young lady—the Storm Maiden—and all lowered their heads without