"You..." Veronica wavered for a moment, then spoke sternly, "Stop talking nonsense. How could the chief be so easily bewitched by you?"
"Even the most upstanding gentleman's thinking ability is incomplete in dreams, lacking in self-control. Isn't it the same when you dream?" Fille said, a triumphantly superior smile on her face.
Veronica's face changed slightly.
"Hehe, that was quite a passionate night, huh." Fille held her face and began to twist her body non-stop.
"Chief, Chief?" Veronica suddenly turned to look at Aiden's face.
"Well, it seems like I had a strange dream," Aiden maintained an embarrassed yet polite smile and shifted his gaze down the corridor, "But I completely forgot it upon waking up... Let's continue the patrol."
The rule he used to catch the dangerous person approaching him still had some flaws; Fille's nocturnal visit using dreams didn't trigger any hostility until she tried to take pictures to blackmail him, which then triggered his power.
