But...
Casillas's power blasted straight into nothing.
What was going on?
Casillas lowered his head and frowned at his hands. He had thought he had fallen victim to some illusion, but no matter how powerful the illusion was, he should have been able to crush it with a surge of his power.
What?
What would happen if the Dark power, no longer being suppressed, erupted?
Heh.
As he had said before.
If Casillas cared that much about other people, he would never have chosen to become a gourmet as his second profession.
But!
Across from him, Clarice crossed her arms and watched Casillas stand up and perform some kind of act. "What kind of juggling act are you putting on? Sit down."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Thud.
Casillas sat down in his chair. He could not help looking at Clarice across from him. There was no way he would have sat down just because Clarice had told him to.
"By the way, didn't I tell you?"
Clarice flipped open the notebook in front of her and looked up at Casillas. With an apparently innocent expression, she said, "I own this place. As long as you're inside the Underworld Police Department, you're under my control. After all, to put it bluntly, I'm the one managing your soul."
Casillas: "..."
Inside the observation room.
Lake withdrew his gaze from the highly expressive Casillas and looked at Tiffany, who was still watching with great interest, seemingly conducting some sort of academic research. He shook his head. "When things inside are over, bring Casillas to the Underworld to see me."
Tiffany nodded.
After saying that, Lake turned and left.
Watching for a while was enough.
Lake was not a gossip, especially when the gossip involved romantic feelings between a man and a