"I'm saying there are people who can kick your asses. Mark my words." The petty thief spoke with absolute resolution and trust in their words, wholeheartedly believing there was someone capable of challenging both him and Zillia inside this city.
While Kyrie found the idea doubtful, he couldn't deny that there may be someone capable of giving them a good fight inside the city, no matter how slim the chances are. They entered the police station. It was just as they expected in a walled city.
"Huh… what do we owe the pleasure, ma'am, sir?"
The receptionist called their attention, and Kyrie stood up first, anticipating the chaos Zillia could sow should she be the one handling the talks. "My name is Kyrie; this is Zillia. The one she is carrying is Allen."
