All current Chaldea personnel were separated and confined individually in different rooms to await subsequent questioning—a very common method, but still...
For everyone's safety, perhaps this was all they could endure for now.
At the very least, compared to being directly arrested as criminals, merely being treated like criminals for a period of time was already a relatively good outcome.
By a magus's standards, Goredolf Musik had actually been quite friendly. At the very least, his act had enough obvious flaws for people to see through it.
After all, ordinary people working in magecraft institutions were generally regarded as slaves by normal magi.
Though comparing downward was not a good habit, under the current circumstances, even a little psychological comfort was quite something.
"The Mage's Association really sent quite a troublesome figure."
Leonardo da Vinci gestured to calm Lawrence down, sighed, and raised her head again.
"Thank you for handling this in such a gentlemanly manner, Director Goredolf. However, before we are isolated, may I ask one more question?"
"Hm? Go ahead."
Goredolf saw nothing wrong with answering a question. Stroking his handlebar mustache, he replied with a smile.
Perhaps because his "dignified" response had intimidated the people of old Chaldea, he was in quite a good mood now. There was not the slightest trace of the sweating mess da Vinci had reduced him to earlier.
"The question I wish to ask is simple: why did you want to purchase Chaldea?"
"As far as I know, outsiders do not believe there is much profit to be had from Chaldea."
As she spoke, da Vinci glanced at Goredolf's pink-clad secretary, Koyanskaya, who stood beside him.
She discovered that the woman named Koyanskaya was looking at her as well—and with an intensely aggressive gaze.
"Whether there is profit to be had is