After Aleister was well-fed and quenched, Inspector Webber planned to escort this terrifying young lady home.
——After all, given Aleister's identity, if something happened after she left his side... he would be in big trouble if followed up on.
He absolutely could not afford that responsibility. Not only could he not afford it, but even dragging out his boss and his boss's boss wouldn't be enough to fill the gap...
In one's middle years, it is best to seek stability above all.
To prevent any mishaps along the way, Inspector Webber even made a call to arrange a car and driver from the bureau to take Aleister back.
Aleister, with her eyes squinted, curled up in the back seat, casually chatting with Inspector Webber, who was also seated in the back.
"Have you heard?"
Inspector Webber, while fiddling with his phone, casually mentioned: "About that doomsday prophecy the Demon Followers talk about."
"Doomsday prophecy?"
