"Quite the opposite. Squibs are the most ruthless and perfect enforcers in this world."
Valerius spun around and swept his gaze over everyone.
"Think about it, gentlemen."
His manner was remarkably like Douglas's.
"These Squibs have lived at the very bottom of the pecking order since childhood. They hate all their fellow humans who possess magical talent."
"And these degenerates below happen to be the privileged class who abuse magic without restraint to create disasters."
He pointed at the workshop below.
"The Squibs' jealous hatred of them is etched into their bones. You needn't worry about them entertaining any ridiculous compassion."
Seeing that the others still wanted to argue, he waved a hand, seemingly guessing what they wanted to ask. He wanted to show off, but he wasn't foolish enough to reveal everything.
"Of course, we have more sophisticated management methods, but those are confidential."
His fingers tapped the glass.
"The most crucial link. Because these jailers have no magic whatsoever, even if they are threatened or tempted,
they have no authorization to dismantle the outermost Magic Array or operate the door controls."
"They cannot release a single person. This is a perfect closed loop of logic."
"As for prisoners completing their sentences or being acquitted and released, that follows another rigorously calculated logic. The rulers can only decide how many days they are confined."
An exceptionally piercing scrape of metal suddenly came from below.
It was an extremely powerfully built Dark Wizard.
He had been caught in the Ministry of Magic's recent large-scale search.
Because he had failed to get the timing right when adding lubricating oil to the Muggle lathe, the gears inside the machine had jammed tight.
Rough metal parts instantly piled up on the conveyor belt, accompanied by a string of alarm beeps.
He angrily overturned