The next day, at the Fictional Church.
In Miss Malt's room, her cousin in thigh-high boots was giving Malt an earful, while Malt tried to soothe her wounded soul:
"Hahaha, Cousin Tan Ya, I'm really sorry. I was sleeping, and you didn't say you were coming. I had no idea you'd cause such a commotion. You didn't lose the money you brought, did you?"
The blue-haired cousin with the same hair color as Miss Malt, and a name that seemed to pay homage to a certain female secret agent, was yelling like an angered cat:
"You...you couldn't even bail me out, and the first thing you're concerned about is money, not me, with a sentence of dozens of words?! Malt, you have no idea what your dearest cousin was going through. I walked step by step into the detention room at the public security bureau, and that Stone Person security officer questioned me with a wise look. If it weren't for Mr. Lokar (God of Death in disguise) bailing me out, I would've been sentenced!"
