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Watching the expressions of the police chief alternate between disbelief and understanding, Emilia couldn't help but hum thoughtfully. 'Should I help her justify it, or will she be able to do it on her own?'
Just as the crimson-haired girl was wondering so, however, the chief of police already seemed to have come to a decision as she nodded. "You did a good job, uh, Emi."
With the speed at which the lady justified a teenager being able to decimate a whole squad of trained fighters, Emilia had to admit that the chief of police was quite an accomplished mental gymnast.
She grinned. "Thank you! Emi was worried about being scolded Emi doesn't need to worry that she did something bad anymore now that aunty has said so!"
'A-Aunty?! I- I'm only thirty-five!' The police chief was too stunned by the unexpected 'attack' to even notice how the girl changed the way she talked deliberately.
