"Huh, who would think you were wrongfully arrested?"
The middle-aged policeman, who had been a gentle man the whole time, gave her a blatant expression. As he rubbed his cigarette into the ashtray as if the taste of it had run out, the policeman sitting next to him scolded him.
"Senior. Look at this. You didn't have to look at it, did you? Criminals can never be rehabilitated."
The tall and thin man who spoke like that looked about twenty-five or six. The young cop pointed at Paula with his chin.
"The opportunity to confess is. Look at the way they talk. The answer is to shave your head and throw them in prison right away?!"
The young man seemed annoyed with his senior, but it was clearly Paula who was the opponent of his bubbling anger. It was clear that he was very reluctant to dare to challenge his senior. However, Paula did not notice him.
'Prison, prison? Isn't that a place where real criminals go?'
She was surprised by Sasha's ridiculous statement that she could end up in prison just by saying it.
"How can you put an innocent person in prison?! Is it okay for the Metropolitan Police Department to be so incompetent?!"
As if he couldn't stand Paula's angry, screaming attitude, the young policeman jumped up and pulled Paula's neck.
The young man's chair fell to the floor.
"Incompetence? Who dares an arsonist who can't even be disciplined in front of me?"
Paula was dragged by his slap and squirmed on the desk, and a middle-aged man forced Paula's flesh out of Lev's grasp.
"Hey! Lev! Why are you so excited? Calm down."
It wasn't long before she was killed, but Paula's face was pale as if she was about to collapse.
Arsonist. The word reminded her of an incident she had shaken off in her head two years ago.
The folder in the middle of the desk caught Paula's eye. She hurriedly flipped through the Iron cover with her name scrawled on it.
"...!"
On the front page of the stack was a clear black-and-white photograph clipped. It was her face as she turned around smiling after setting fire.
The eyewitness's detailed record of the day and the details of the investigation were also included.
She stumbled and slumped down on her chair.
'Why? They said I wouldn't get caught. I haven't had any resignations for two years!'
Paula managed to protest.
"I came here with a ring... Isn't that why? How can the charges suddenly change?"
"Yes, Ring. That was decisive. Even though there were pictures of the arsonist, I didn't know how long I had to run to find this person. But the report from the former Countess was next to me. A declaration with your face on it."
However, he just opened his mouth and made a mess.
"..."
Paula herself knew best whether she was honorable or not. Therefore, her gestures were markedly different from the time when she believed she was innocent.
The number of words suddenly disappeared. He looks down at the documents to avoid the eyes of the police.
Instead of adding anything, Lev picked up the fallen chair and sat down. Paula didn't know it, but her reaction was nothing more than a confession, so he decided to observe her carefully.
Not knowing that even this reaction would be used in the courtroom, Paula eagerly devised a way out.
Then she suddenly remembered.
"Isn't it necessary to have lawyers in this situation?"
Paula was not used to this kind of situation, but she's heard of it before. When you are at a disadvantage, it is better to call a lawyer than to speak with your own mouth.
However, Paula could not have a lawyer who could call him right away. Paula had ignored them as much as she could, saying that they were "working" people who could not be included in the world of the real aristocracy, but she was just a boring maid, not an aristocrat.
Sasha is also a rotten rope. Charlotte, that woman has long been proven to be rotten a few days ago.
If so, there is only one left for Paula.
"...Please call Viscount Kodel."
As always, it was Viscount Kodel. She was embarrassed and embarrassed to ask for help again, but she couldn't afford to cover it up now.
"Why is Sir Kodel?"
The young cop asked sarcastically.
"I am Sir Kodel's fiancée. Tell him that his fiancée is looking for Lord Kodel, and that he should come with the family's lawyer."
At that moment, the air in the interrogation room froze. No matter how much they talk about the authority of the Emperor's direct organs, in the end, it is a story that only works among the common people or the emerging bourgeoisie. Compared to the power of the hereditary aristocracy that has supported the empire for a long time, the Metropolitan Police Department is nothing.
They are the ones who enjoy the privilege of non-arrest by the Metropolitan Police Department by law, and they are no different from the king, who has the final decision in legislative, judicial, and administrative judgments in each territory.
If he touched such noble people carelessly, he would be lucky enough to have his career in shambles. If he were unlucky, his neck would fall off.
Moreover, isn't it a historic Kodel?
It was just a one-sided claim by the criminal, but as they were such big names, they couldn't easily pass up the possibility.
Both Lev and his senior police officer were nervous and straightened their postures.
"I will call a dispatch to contact Lord Kodel."
Lev, who had been cocky the whole time, completely untied the bronze handcuffs that had been hanging from one of Paula's wrists while she waited. He served her a hot meal and brought her a warm, wet towel for her who hadn't washed in more than a week.
Paula was relieved by their sudden change in attitude. And just as much, he realized how indispensable Kodel was to her.
However, after waiting for half a day, the person who showed up at the Metropolitan Police Department was not someone Paula knew.
"You called me urgently?"
His face looks too old for a man in his 30s because of his balding hair. Dark circles that have come down. A man who wears expensive clothes and expensive accessories one after another, and looks vulgar, like a sloppy donkey.
"Yes. I dare to say hello. My fiancée urgently asked the Viscount for a lawyer."
"So, where is she?"
Paula guessed the man's identity. The author can't be Kodel, so maybe he's not.
"You... Is it a lawyer sent by Lord Kodel?"
"What are you?"
"You're a lawyer, right? This is Lord Kodel's fiancée, whom I have asked for you."
The man stared at Paula in bewilderment. The man laughed and looked away from her as if he were looking away from something meaningless, and scolded the policemen first.
"You have to cut the crazy woman out of your line! Do you dare to be deceived by this word and call me?"
He pointed to Paula's hand in a displeased voice.
"Could that be his fiancée? After all, they are commoners. Isn't that the hand of a maid?"
She was soft for a maid who worked hard, but she couldn't be like the hands of an aristocrat who had never worked in her life.
"My reputation has faded lately, but how can I still delude myself that a commoner is my fiancée? Huh! I thought she was Lady Louise, so I rushed over."
Paula blinked in bewilderment.
'What is that old donkey saying? When you hear him talk, you feel like he's Kodel, right?'
But Paula knew Kodel's face better than anyone else. Therefore, she thought he was a lawyer. He said he was playing a prank on Paula.
"Uncle. This is the Metropolitan Police Department, right? Don't be afraid to pretend to be a nobleman, and if you're a lawyer, defend yourself."
A smug feeling of anxiety rose up in the back of her mind, but she couldn't accept it. If she does, she'll go crazy. Therefore, she forced herself to believe that the lawyer was playing a prank, a nonsense that was hard to believe.
"Look, you're sure you're crazy, aren't you? Take care of it. No matter how crazy you are, you impersonate the fiancée of a noble family? Anyway, these days, commoners have no habits or concepts. Tsk!"
He muttered annoyedly. Afterwards, when he scolded the police, asking how they would compensate for his disappointment, it seemed that Lady Louise was not his fiancée, but the name of the woman he had unilaterally courted.
But his broken mood was nothing compared to Paula's terrible despair.
"No, I don't. I don't think so. It can't be. You can't be Lord Kodel."
An unexplained situation where they deny each other. The cops were glancing at each other to understand what was going on, but there was no way they could understand the situation.
"He told me to get engaged. He said he was Gustav Kodel. He helped me and even saved me..."
She muttered in a frightened voice.
"You can't be Kodel. You can't be the real one. He must be real! I know. That guy is real. You're a fake! The man who will make me a noble is real!"
The donkey-like man clicked his tongue as if he understood.
"It looks like he did it. He said he was impersonating me."
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