Otaku Witch-Chapter 1034 - 618. Policewoman, Criminal, and Pork Cutlet Rice

Chapter 1034: 618. Policewoman, Criminal, and Pork Cutlet Rice

“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.”

Konoe Makoto mentally encouraged herself a little, then adjusted the newcomer’s timidness in her heart, putting on a look of “seasoned officer” authority.

She slightly frowned, her lips pursed, face stern, commanding respect without anger.

Yes, that’s how she saw her elders interrogate prisoners at home, so now she’s imitating them.

But…

“Officer, you’re new, aren’t you? Just joined for a few months?”

Before the young officer could speak up to inquire, the delinquent witch on the opposite side opened her mouth and asked.

Konoe Makoto: “……”

Darn, this recording can’t be done anymore.

Meanwhile, in the cell, Dorothy was looking with interest at the young officer on the opposite side who, at least from appearance, seemed a bit cold.

After all, with black straight hair, she carried an innate cool aura akin to a high mountain flower. Dorothy, if she didn’t speak or reveal her goofy nature, could actually be quite cool herself.

Though currently in captivity, the homebody witch wasn’t worried at all. After all, she had a clear conscience, and there’s nothing to fear if you’ve done nothing wrong.

It was merely a misunderstanding; explaining it properly would resolve everything.

Moreover, combining her two lives, this was actually her first time being invited into such a place for tea, and it felt quite novel.

“Officer, do you also serve pork chops here?”

She recalled this classic joke and curiously asked.

Konoe Makoto: “….”

This surely is a habitual offender, even knowing about pork chops. How many times have you been here that you know this so well?

The young officer internally screamed silently, feeling she was close to losing her composure.

Damn it, obviously the elders only need to show such an expression to intimidate the offenders into confessing obediently, why does it play out differently here? What went wrong? Her “officer authority” stance shouldn’t have any flaws; she practiced in front of the mirror daily.

“Ha ha, it’s not about facial expression, it’s your aura. Officer, you mimic the seasoned officer’s expression well, but your fledgling aura is still too obvious; you should be more confident.”

Just as Konoe Makoto was puzzling over this, the delinquent witch across the way spoke up again.

Upon hearing this, the young officer suddenly felt as if facing a formidable enemy, instinctively crossed her arms, stood up, and took several steps back.

Not good, this suspect is a mental witch; she can read minds.

Konoe Makoto believed this to be the case.

But in the cell, the homebody witch laughed happily.

Hilarious, in the past, she was teased by the big shots; finally today she got her chance to tease someone else, it felt great.

“Relax, Officer, I can’t read minds; you see, I’m still wearing anti-magic chains on my hands, how could I possibly use magic?”

Dorothy laughed and comforted the shocked officer, then raised her hand, revealing the anti-magic chains on her hand.

These were special tools made from anti-magic material capable of blocking a witch’s casting abilities, although the ones on her now were handcuff-style, only able to block magic power flow to her hands.

But this was enough to control most witches; while wandless casting was not uncommon among witches, almost every witch could perform a couple of wandless spells, most could only manage a trick or two. Except for certain special professions, few dedicated themselves to mastering this difficult-to-perfect skill.

Usually, while one could uproot a tree bare-handed, most preferred using an axe to chop down a tree rather than training to punch a tree into oblivion.

Most witches’ wandless casting skills remain at the beginner level, capable of casting some low-level magic wandlessly, but releasing middle to high-level magic wandlessly requires diligent practice.

Therefore, generally blocking a witch’s magic flow to hands suffices to prevent most witches from releasing mid-high rank magic.

As for Dorothy, a witch with only 50,000 mana, the guard bureau would be overzealous to control her with the full set of anti-magic equipment. The symbolic handcuffs were quite considerate already.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺