"I never expected you, Sheele, to win this game. What reward do you want?"
Sheele's capture of Chelsea had been rather beyond Durandal's expectations. All she could say was that Sheele had truly been lucky. The key to this game had been finding Chelsea, not relying on strength.
"Um... I'd like to ask Teacher Rita for it."
Sheele hesitated before answering somewhat shyly.
"I see! Fine, just go tell Rita." Though curious about what Sheele wanted, Durandal did not pay it much mind. Rita was another version of herself, so telling Rita was no different from telling her.
"Yes, Lady Durandal. Then I'll be going!"
Sheele looked as though she could hardly wait.
"Mm."
With a wave of her hand, she sent Sheele away.
Then, only Durandal and Chelsea remained in the room.
"Little White, welcome home!"
Durandal rose from the sofa and walked toward the bound Chelsea.
"Pah! Kill me or torture me, do whatever you want. If you've got the nerve, don't humiliate me!" Only now did Chelsea realize that such a huge operation had actually been targeting her.
She had not known she was this important.
"Is that so? Tell me... if I handed you over to the Minister, what do you think would happen to you?"
Durandal walked up to Chelsea and crouched before her.
Her voice was clearly pleasant to listen to, yet her words filled Chelsea with terror. How could she not know what would happen if she fell into the Minister's hands? Whether through intelligence reports or while carrying out missions... she had learned enough.
She would truly be unable to live or die!
It was practically a human hell, the cruelest and darkest place, where endless torment awaited.
What was more, the Minister now hated Night Raid to the bone. She could