"Whoosh!"
The woman braced one hand against the seat and deftly flipped sideways. With a flick of her other hand, a pistol slid out, its muzzle aimed straight at Kallen's forehead.
Kallen remained seated where he was, looking at the dark muzzle without the slightest fear.
This was a Spell Art Pistol, capable of firing bullets with additional attributes. Judging by its construction, however, it was probably a black-market modification. Its construction had also been downgraded to accommodate bullets of multiple attributes, greatly reducing both its performance and its durability.
Even the lowest-spec Spell Art Pistol Kallen had collected under Fanny's guidance when he first officially became an auxiliary member of a Whip of Order Squad was better quality than this one. Back then, Fanny had said that everything in the equipment set except the clerical robes could be sold on the black market.
All one could say was that, although both were at the bottom, there was still a considerable gap between those with official positions and those without.
The woman now had two choices: shoot or not shoot.
Shooting meant committing herself to that path to the bitter end. Not shooting... actually gave her exceptionally privileged treatment for a wanted Otherworldly Demon surrendering herself.
After all, how many wanted fugitives were qualified to surrender directly to the Whip of Order's Law Enforcement Department Minister?
The woman stopped deliberately acting seductive. She swallowed with some difficulty, struggling intensely inside.
The little refrigerator with its built-in formation was a luxury Neo had specifically installed to show off, but anyone entitled to such fancy fittings was certainly no ordinary cleric.
After all, how much allowance did an ordinary inquisitor receive?
Looking again at how composed this handsome man remained in front of her dark muzzle, without the slightest sign of putting