"Name?"
"Dorothy."
"Age?"
"16."
"Origin?"
"That's not very clear, should I say the Dragon Kingdom or some remote countryside?"
"Hmm?"
........
In the Japan Guard Bureau, Konoe Makoto lifted her head, her eyes sharply gazing at the recorder across the iron window, somewhat doubting whether this guy was deliberately messing around.
On the other side of the iron window, the one currently held was a witch that clearly looked delinquent, with colorful hair, messy makeup, and despite being in the guard bureau's prison, maintained an excessively calm demeanor. Everything about her indicated she was quite problematic, quite suspicious.
She appeared to be a habitual offender, a slick old hand.
Interrogating such a habitual offender was undoubtedly challenging for a novice officer still in her internship like Konoe Makoto, but the young female officer was confident she could complete her first recording in her career.
"I am from the Konoe family; I must not disgrace the family."
