"You're asking me what happened? That sounds really strange, youngster. I'm far more confused than you are right now. Since when did people from the Finance Institute have the authority to inspect the Magic Affairs Institute's files?"
"Hm? What do you mean, I'm asking something I already know? Think about it a little. You broke the rules—why would I know how you broke them?"
"No, I can't tell you any more. Or rather, you don't have the right to question me. This S+ rated file and the follow-up research are classified projects of our Research Institute. Once we obtain reliable and solid results, we will naturally report them to Her Majesty. You needn't worry about that."
"Fine, you can report to Her Majesty right now. But I need to correct you: I have nothing to hide. And I must emphasize that the report you are looking at is an internal version from our Research Institute. Everything in it is still provisional. As for this candidate's Magic Armament ability, we have yet to conduct more detailed examinations and experiments, so the current results are not reliable enough. If you cite the data and contents of this internal report, only for us to later prove that something was wrong, then please understand where responsibility lies. Don't say it was our fault."
"Mm... I think that sounds good. Best of luck."
Inside the examination room at the Silver Gallery, Emerald's voice came intermittently from the doll. She was clearly having a conversation with someone.
When the conversation ended and she finally had time to turn the doll toward the door, Larkspur asked, "How did it go? What did she say?"
Forty minutes had already passed since she entered this examination room.
No matter how they tried to justify it, "Gentian," as a candidate,