Unspeakable bubbles

"A Yoghur agent?"

"She's very professional; the lie detector didn't even work."

"Hmph, then bring out something even more powerful!"

"Her identity is sensitive, so we can't make decisions on our own."

"Yes, yes, we should consult our superiors first."

"We'll act entirely according to the orders from our superiors. We absolutely mustn't be the last ones standing, cough, you all understand!"

The officials quickly issued instructions—no hesitation, investigate thoroughly!

Having a clear understanding of the situation, the experts acted quickly, and that very night they brought Emma back into the interrogation room.

“Miss Emma, ​​we already know your identity perfectly well.”

"You are a mystic, so you probably don't know the power of Pluton's combined technology."

"This is your last chance, confess honestly!"

"What is my identity? Aren't I a tutor at Laplace Academy?"

"Furthermore, I have already witnessed the power of your Prudential Union's advanced technology."

As she spoke, Emma stretched out her hands.

"Those two wrists are so powerful, all my strength was suppressed."

"Good that you know the consequences. Are you ready to confess?"

"Confess what..."

"Hmph, you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Take him away!"

Several soldiers came in and led Emma into a room.

The room was empty except for a chair and a helmet.

"Electric, electric chair!?"

Emma's eyes widened: "You're putting me in the electric chair like this? I answered every question honestly, without hiding anything!"

“Miss Emma, ​​how could the Pluton Union use such barbaric things?”

One expert said, "We respect life and will do our utmost to protect your legitimate rights."

"That's not an electric chair, it's a device that makes you tell the truth."

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

“I have no reason to lie to you, Miss Emma.”

The expert advised again, "You should just confess. We only want to know your purpose in infiltrating the Academy of Sciences, not anything else that would violate your privacy."

"..."

Well, at a time like this, people are still saying they don't want to invade privacy...

Emma suddenly found these Plutonians quite endearing. If they were from the Royal Agency of Sain, they would have skinned her alive and done whatever it took to ruthless her.

Thank you!

"Ha~"

The experts and soldiers looked at Emma, ​​who was beaming with gratitude, puzzled as to why she was thanking them.

"I don't understand why you're saying thank you, but you're welcome."

"Give her the anesthesia, begin!"

...............................................................

“Miss Emma, ​​your Marquis hasn’t contacted us yet, which means she has given up on you.”

"After all, she is a cold-blooded noblewoman from the Saine family, so you shouldn't have too high expectations."

"It has nothing to do with bubbles. I'm really not a secret agent."

Emma said with a bitter face, "Didn't you try all those strange instruments on me? Now you know I wasn't lying!"

"I have to say..."

The elderly man opposite her adjusted his glasses: "Miss Emma, ​​we've never seen such a capable agent before."

"How did they do that? Was it some kind of mysterious power?"

"But you're clearly wearing a suppression ring!"

"..."

Emma was completely heartbroken; she lay down on the table and stopped talking.

“Miss Emma, ​​given your uncooperative attitude, we have no choice but to restrict your freedom indefinitely.”

"Whenever you've figured it out, you can talk to your warden anytime."

The old man waved his hand, and Emma was taken to her current prison.

I don't know what the warden was thinking, maybe he was just too bored, but he gave Emma a grand 'welcome' on her first day in prison.

result……

"Dinner's ready, Super Agent! We're having winter melon soup today, it's from our own garden!"

"Oh!"

Section 633, Chapter 632: Nothing Different

"What about people?"

"Where have Gavin and the bishops from headquarters gone?"

Filled with hatred, Ophelia prepared to wreak havoc at headquarters, but after walking for a long time, she didn't see a single person.

"Is there some secret gathering today?"

"Miss, I haven't heard of such a thing."

"Yes, yes, we even ran into Archbishop Gavin earlier."

Ophelia frowned at the two maids' answers, and her heart sank.

"Miss, why don't you use your Mystic Eyes to locate her soul?" The maid, who was now completely loyal to Ophelia, offered a good suggestion.

"it's useless"

The headquarters of the Apocalypse Secret Cult is terrifying. Ophelia had previously tried to use soul positioning, but this attempt seemed to trigger the headquarters' defense mechanism, and she was immediately suppressed in all aspects.

At her peak, she could certainly break through this suppression, but...

Ophelia glanced at the fur ball quietly resting on her left shoulder and shook her head.

"Gavin probably sensed something was wrong and has already ordered headquarters to retreat. Let's look around first; if all else fails, we'll go to the secret room!"

That bastard who's always immersed in his own world will never retreat.

"Miss!"

The two maids suddenly exclaimed and stepped forward to block Ophelia, watching the newcomer warily.

"Good afternoon," Gavin greeted the three with a smile.

"Gavin, you're such a coward."

Ophelia sneered, "Where is your true form? Sending a soulless puppet, are you that afraid of me?"

“Ophelia, even as a disciple, you are still a pure human being.”

Gavin looked at her with a half-smile: "It's precisely because we're human that we become so inflated after suddenly gaining power, that we..."

"So ugly."

"Hahaha, if you had come in person, you wouldn't have had the chance to spout such nonsense."

Ophelia said coldly, "Although you ran away, I know that guy definitely didn't."

"Gavin, haven't you always been loyal to him?"

"I'm going to kill him right now, do you dare to come back and stop me!"

"Please go ahead."

Gavin shrugged: "Everything is guided by Chaos. If the leader embraces Chaos today, then it is his destiny."

"..."

You disgust me.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't argue with you when you said things like that before, but you're saying it now?"

"I thought you understood me."

"Ha, you're here..."

"These two dolls are quite useful, aren't they?"

Gavin sized up the two maids, a twisted smile spreading across his face: "Loyal, selfless, and completely devoted to you in spirit."

"I've always tried to make you this way, but you always reject me. Why is that?"

"How many times do I have to say it, my soul belongs only to myself!"

Ophelia arrogantly raised her head: "If you still don't understand, you fool, let me put it even more simply—"

"Why did I refuse? Of course, it's because I didn't want to!"

"Oh"

Gavin nodded, then asked, "Are they willing?"

"What?" Ophelia was taken aback.

Gavin didn't say anything; he watched with a smile as Ophelia made her next expression.