Glass Island, a side chamber of the Arbitration Hall.
The noblewoman with black hair sat gracefully and calmly in the interrogation chair.
Her hands were placed in front of her, slender fingers intertwined, restrained by silver-white triangular luminous shackles. Her feet were also together, bound by the same luminous triangle.
The gorgeous dress she had been wearing previously was clearly unsuitable for this occasion and had already been removed and put away by Ligeia.
At this moment, Aleister was wearing a black turtleneck sweater on the upper body, while the lower part revealed trousers and long boots underneath the dress.
She was looking at the person in front of her with a smile that was not quite a smile. The blond man sat opposite her at the interrogation table.
"Miss Crowley..."
The Guardian George clenched his left fist tightly, while his right hand wrapped around it.
