There was an unmistakable weariness on Lavinia's face. She didn't have the skill to pull out the female gunman's soul for interrogation, but merely used her own special ability—a kind of decree power similar to Words Become Law.
This ability can forcibly turn a villain into a good person.
Moreover, the female gunman still had a conscience, so she wasn't considered too bad.
Nonetheless, using the decree on a living being still took a big toll on her.
In the reception room.
Lavinia, covered in dust, said, "You came just in time."
Losa was a bit surprised, "What?"
"The female gunman who attacked you confessed some things."
"She talked?"
"Yeah, used some unconventional methods."
Losa couldn't help but glance sideways, a little surprised, "Isn't that illegal?"
"Indeed."
"But as you said, the city-state code has many defects and loopholes. What I did was not illegal, though it may have been harder for her to accept than ordinary interrogation."
"Who is it?"
