She was sitting in a modern office, which had walls made of floor-to-ceiling glass and a panoramic view of half the city's scenery in the distance. Card artisans were often seen flying past the windows. The glass was one-way glass; the scenery outside could be seen perfectly from inside, while those outside couldn't see a thing inside. It was also strong enough to resist powerful energy attacks.
"This place of yours isn't bad," Butchie said. She was sitting very casually on a swivel chair in the middle of the office wearing a comfortable expression. There was no sign of the elegant and demure demeanor of a mature woman from a moment ago.
In front of her was a middle-aged man with a short beard wearing a white suit. He said to her with a laugh, "You're the same as ever. I've always thought the chief was wrong to want you to change you into a lady."
