"Yikes... this wasn't even a matter of burns anymore. She'd practically been cooked through..."
Hearing the door open, Akemi Miyano turned around and saw Asai Narumi, who had briefly filled in as an emergency responder, climb into the RV. Asai rubbed her arms as she pulled off the black cloak covering her white coat.
"Tangze should know where to draw the line. Probably." Akemi Miyano chose her words cautiously. "He said it himself—Pramia was just the tool standing out front. They needed to use her to identify the people who had actually taken part. He wouldn't let Pramia die that easily."
Pramia had to live, more painfully and more twistedly than any victim's family. She had to feel the suffering caused by the disasters she had created, endure an unhappy life, and only then die. Tangze understood that perfectly well. He would definitely watch his hand.
Of course, if Tangze slipped up and failed to control the force, and Pramia simply died like that, Akemi Miyano would not particularly regret it.
"She won't die. But the extent and depth of her burns... Aside from her brain and mouth, Tangze really didn't leave much of her intact," Asai Narumi said tactfully as she stepped onto the RV floor.
This was a coordinated operation aimed at capturing Pramia and dealing with possible emergencies, not some spur-of-the-moment affair. With such a large-scale event and such a massive crowd, there should already have been an appropriate amount of medical support on standby. It had not been difficult to blend into the crowd and keep an eye on Pramia.
Of course, Asai Narumi had genuinely gone to help as well.
"Joining the Phantom Thief Troupe feels like going back to my alma mater to do a doctorate," Asai Narumi sighed as she stripped off her