Chapter 22: The Emperor (2)
“Sir Whitney. Be ready to use white magic at any time.”
“...Yes, Your Majesty!”
“As I said, I’ll be conducting the interrogation personally.”
I had been sitting there without a care, just waiting for the merit ceremony, and now suddenly I was being dragged into an interrogation alongside the Emperor. Her calm voice snapped me back to reality, and I quickly braced myself.
“You never know. Even if they’re bound, a black mage is still a black mage.”
“Ah, uh... Just leave it to me?”
Still completely thrown off by this unexpected twist, I could only give a dazed reply.
“Good. If something happens, I’ll be counting on you.”
The Emperor gave me a gentle, crescent-eyed smile, then stepped forward and spoke.
“Raise your head, black mage.”
“Pfft. Screw off.”
But the black mage, who had been forced to kneel by the knights, answered with a sneer and a curse.