"We finally meet, Cero." The Prime Minister smiled. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Hm." Cero shrugged. "Likewise, I suppose."
Having momentarily escaped his bodyguards, the Prime Minister had entered the police station alone.
They followed him in, and ordered all the bystanders to walk out and leave.
'...' Roka gulped.
On one side, separated by the metallic bars, were dozens of officers. On the other side were the Prime Minister's bodyguards. There were nine of them. She could recognize seven of them, and assumed that the other three were individuals who had distinguished themselves one way or another on a battlefield, just like the seven she recognized.
Cero didn't mind them. His gaze went back to the officers standing on the other side of the metallic bars.
"Hurry it up." He ordered.
The Prime Minister remained silent for a moment, fiddling with the tip of his long mustache.
