Outside the café.
Daniel stared at Baldwin with a face full of anxiety, occasionally wiping away cold sweat with a handkerchief. "Officer, I truly had no idea those three guests were wanted criminals! But that native slave's behavior was indeed rather strange."
Baldwin frowned. "There's no need to be afraid. This is merely routine questioning... Someone specialized will come to see you later. You and your staff will need to cooperate and provide sketches."
Half an hour later, three composite sketches arrived in Baldwin's hands.
"One native, one gentleman, one lady..."
The criminal sketches were remarkably lifelike. Baldwin could practically feel the ferocity and defiance in the native's expression—entirely unlike an ordinary, obedient slave.
As for the gentleman, his gaze was gentle and his features handsome. He was a strikingly good-looking young man.
And the last girl?
"The owner said she was very short, only one and a half meters... And this face? It seems vaguely familiar... Where have I seen it before?"
Baldwin asked Daniel for a private room, then entered the dreamscape with Connie's sketch in hand.
Within the dreamscape, he swiftly returned to a scene from his memories.
It had been a year ago, when he was in his office and received a wanted notice from the Sun Church's Inquisition.
"Connie Martha, remnant of the Martha Family. Every member of this family was wanted for involvement in a major cult case; only Connie escaped! She is an Empire Class C wanted criminal!"
Baldwin's eyes flew open. "She's in Green Forest City right now!"
The discovery set every inch of him ablaze with excitement.
He had always treated notices calling for the capture of Class A wanted criminals as a joke.
Though he was loyal to the Empire, he knew his own strength. Even wearing his implanted armor,