Several hours later, outside the basement door.
Leaning against the railing and drinking tea, Samael glanced at the creaking door as it opened, then at the three Heroic Spirit interrogators filing out. His brow rose.
"Did she talk?"
"No, she passed out again."
Oda Nobunaga shook her head, her face full of regret.
The expectant look on Samael's face froze as he complained inwardly.
If he remembered correctly, this was already the third time, wasn't it?
So what exactly had they done in there?!
"How about waking her up and letting me have another try? I guarantee I can pry her mouth open!"
Oda Nobunaga rolled her tongue over her thin lips, looking eager to give it another go.
"Forget it, forget it..."
Samael hurriedly waved his hand, stopping Oda Nobunaga from tormenting his friend any further.
He feared that if this continued, before he even got his turn, these Heroic Spirits with no sense of restraint would wreck Miss Okita in the basement, who had the sickly debuff and could not take much punishment.
Then he would be the one left holding the bag.
Hearing the order to end the interrogation, a trace of regret appeared in Oda Nobunaga's crimson eyes. Clearly, she had not had enough.
After all, one of them was officially an officer, while the other was a thief.
Oda Nobunaga, who loved stirring up trouble—er, pursuing her career—had often engaged in battles of wits with Okita Souji, who handled Shinjuku's security. She had even frequently been arrested and beaten up for crossing the line.
Now that the situation had reversed, Oda Nobunaga finally had a chance to get even, and she had gone all out today.
Yet even so, she had failed to pry open that Shinsengumi loyalist's mouth.
Clearly, when it came to integrity,