Unlike Roland, who walked out of the alley looking delighted, Misaki Shokuhou's brain briefly froze when she heard the name Aleister.
The reason she had anxiously urged Roland to leave was precisely because of Academy City's unwritten rules.
Although its technology was advanced, the secrecy required by many research projects, combined with layer upon layer of information suppression, meant there were countless places where filth could hide.
Murders were hardly uncommon. As long as someone could afford the price, many heinous deeds could be covered up through deals involving special privileges.
Although she despised this state of affairs, Misaki Shokuhou also understood it.
It was what had allowed her to turn the tables on the Talent Workshop's researchers without suffering any consequences and bring that major institution to the brink of abandonment.
But for Roland, an outsider without any established footing, getting caught up in an incident like this would inevitably mean considerable trouble.
Having read the Talent Workshop's files, Misaki Shokuhou understood this very well.
For quite a few researchers, ability users took priority as experimental material over their identities as human beings.
To investigate where Personal Reality resided in the brain, ability users' heads had been sliced up like Christmas cakes in many experiments that never saw the light of day.
An unprotected ability user with immense value would normally have plenty of people salivating over him, especially when Roland had gotten caught up in such a troublesome incident.
Some malicious research institution might seize the opportunity to capture him for research. Even in the best-case scenario, he might have to make a deal with certain organizations to settle this incident.
But if he was connected to that name, all those concerns became unnecessary.
Although Academy City's nominal decision-making authority was the Board of Directors, everyone knew that