“The train bound for Bathuana, you said?”
There was only one person on that train who could have called the Lunazel Police Department. Kyle’s frown slowly disappeared from his face. Not so lazy this time, I see.
A familiar face started approaching from the car, recognizable as the district chief of Lunazel’s division of the Investigation and Security Bureau. “Are you all right, Chief? We received a report that there was a terrorist attack on the train to Edmant. What happened?”
“It was Yurem—it appears they are on a mission again. I arrested six of them, including the woman I already sent to your station. Send them all to the Tezeva Headquarters to have their microchips surgically removed as soon as possible,” Kyle commanded.
“Y-Yes, sir.” The man didn’t seem too thrilled about the command, but the detective didn’t give him a moment to dwell on it before dropping another bombshell.
“Also, send in a request to investigate the link between Yurem and the Ministry of Magic.”
