Chapter 233: Career Experience Learning 3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 233: Career Experience Learning 3
First, I made an excuse to go to the bathroom so I could contact my little thug.
—...Again, so soon? Ahem, is this about Prosecutor Rhea?
It seemed my Darkie Elf had quite the history with our Prosecutor Sister.
"No, I was talking about the tax evasion investigation. Why did that name come up immediately?"
—She’s a stalker.
"Oh, uh, right..."
I gave a half-hearted response, thinking that a prosecutor stalking a criminal might actually be a good thing.
—No, I mean she is literally a stalker.
"Sure. Hindel stalks my mom, so I guess it happens."
—Yes, it’s exactly that kind of situation.
"???"
For a moment, I couldn't tell if we were even having the same conversation.
"Wait, Hindel does it because she likes my mom. But Lisar, you're a criminal..."
—Ever since I rejected her confession, she’s been investigating me relentlessly.
"Aren't you being a bit full of yourself? It looked to me like she just got stuck with a case nobody else wanted to touch."
—I handle all the cash flow related to the Chairwoman in this region. Eight out of ten cases will inevitably lead back to me.
Lisar let out a long, heavy sigh.
"So, it's not that she's digging because she hates crime, but because she's throwing a tantrum because you won't accept her feelings?"
—That’s likely part of it. She’s a lunatic who keeps talking about 'rehabilitation' and telling me not to fall down a path of depravity... No, she’s just... a bit simple-minded.
The story sounded complicated. In times like this, it was best not to get involved.
"Give me a quick summary."
—There is a foolish prosecutor named Rhea Dupre who investigates everything with far too much zeal. Since her results are poor, she’s the perfect person to dump cases that everyone else avoids. And since those cases have a high probability of being linked to me, she never complains. Is that enough?
"So, her job is basically stalking the person she likes?"
—...That skips over a lot of details, but it’s not technically wrong.
It sounded like a typical WWE-style staged drama. Here I was, all tensed up thinking it was a life-and-death struggle, only to find out it was a problem I didn't even need to worry about. I felt like I’d wasted my energy.
"Well then, I hope you two have a lovely romance. If you need a baby, I'll give you my sperm, so make sure to raise it well."
—I only belong to you, Master!!!
Lisar’s voice boomed through the phone.
Lately, I’d been letting her have her way since I’d been covering her brown skin in thick coats of white, and it seemed she was starting to lose her manners.
"Did you just yell at me...?"
—I... I made a mistake. I’m sorry...
"Wow. I called because I was worried about you, Lisar. And this is how you get angry with me?"
—I’m sorry.
Lisar immediately tucked her tail.
"I guess Lisar doesn't like me as much as I like her?"
—That’s not true! I like you more! I really, truly love you!
"Yelling again?"
—T-this... it’s just... I love you so much that I lost control...
Her desperate response reminded me of a guy at a training camp screaming "I love you!" to his girlfriend during a phone call.
"For now, your dick privileges are confiscated for a week."
—N-no! Anything but that! I’d rather you hit me!
"There is one way to avoid the confiscation, though..."
—I’ll do anything! Where are you right now? I’ll come pick you up!
The Dark Elf Sister’s honest lust was almost cute enough to make me want to tease her more, but staying in the bathroom too long would look suspicious. I had to end it here.
It pained me that even though she was completely helpless once I actually shoved it in, I still had to walk on eggshells around her until that happened.
"Are you really coming to get me?"
—Yes. Where are you?
"The police station."
—...Huh?
Lisar let out a dumbfounded reply.
***
A subtle silence hung over the office.
Well, except for one person who was beaming from ear to ear.
"Criminal! Try this, it’s really delicious!"
That person was Rhea Dupre, who was currently offering up snacks she’d plundered from the secretary’s office like they were sacred tributes to Lisar.
"...Thank you."
The Married Detective Sister shot Rhea a pathetic look before returning to the witness statement.
"So, let me ask again. Are you saying the person who first discovered the incident and reported it is also an accomplice?"
"Yes. From what I’ve gathered, that is the case."
Lisar replied while sipping the terrible tea Rhea had personally brewed for her. I wasn't the only one who thought it tasted like crap; Lisar was staring at the tea with wide eyes and a deep scowl.
"I’m not saying this just because I run a company, but isn't it a bit ridiculous for a company that’s basically a sub-sub-sub-sub-subcontractor to be suspected of tax evasion over a contract issue?"
"Criminal! What should we eat after the investigation? Hmm? Want to go somewhere?"
Despite Rhea clinging to her side, Lisar showed no reaction and continued to answer Emily Marino’s questions diligently.
"On our end, we find it hard to understand how a 'small company' of that scale—which is really just a front for a gang—could evade taxes on this much money. Logically speaking."
"Then perhaps they were using a sub-sub-subcontractor for money laundering?"
Lisar asked back as if she truly didn't know. Emily glared at her with a stony expression, but as the boss of a bunch of thugs, Lisar didn't even blink under the police officer's pressure.
"I understand you want to link this to me. I’ll send a lawyer to cooperate fully with the details, so why don't we call it a day? There are so many other matters that require investigation; it doesn't seem right to ruthlessly dig into someone based on mere suspicion without evidence. Do you have any idea how much I pay in taxes?"
Lisar pressured Emily back, sounding every bit the villain. It was satisfying to see her mock the Married Detective Sister, who was grinding her teeth in frustration, but the image was somewhat ruined by the fact that she was simultaneously using one hand to push away Rhea’s face as the prosecutor tried to snuggle against her arm.
"I’m going to catch you for something massive one day, just you wait!"
"And you, please just... stop clinging to me, Prosecutor Rhea Dupre."
Lisar seemed to genuinely dislike Rhea.
"Since today was fun thanks to Rhea, I should give her a gift."
"The brat is giving me a gift?"
Rhea asked, still clinging to Lisar’s arm. To an outsider, they didn't look like a criminal and a prosecutor; they looked like a grumpy master and an affectionate large dog.
"Lisar, go on a date with Rhea today. A proper one. Give it your all."
"Excuse me?"
For the first time, the Dark Elf Sister scowled at me.
"Did you just scowl at me?"
"No, of course not. I’m smiling. See?"
I saw Rhea Dupre blink blankly as she watched Lisar desperately try to get back on my good side.
"Do you two know each other?"
We were in a relationship where I could grab her hair and spank her while taking her from behind, but unlike the dim-witted Rhea, Emily’s sharp, suspicious gaze was intimidating.
"No, we don't. I don't know any criminals."
"Young Master..."
Lisar looked at me with a hurt expression. My heart was too soft to ignore her.
"...There’s a dragon who stalks my mom. She’s a subordinate of a subordinate of that dragon."
"I did hear rumors that Hindel Dun Vurdia was chasing after the Senior Superintendent General..."
Emily nodded as if that made sense.
"Wait..."
The sharp-witted police sister seemed to be connecting the dots. She set down her pen.
"Marika Olgaevabich was under Hindel Dun Vurdia. And if she’s considered a direct subordinate of Marika, then the training facility known as the fitness center itself is..."
The clever detective was muttering to herself, having realized the obvious truth. It was common knowledge to me, but apparently not to her.
Meanwhile, Rhea was still pestering Lisar, clinging to her and chanting, "Criminal~ Criminal~"
I think I messed up.
"I, uh, need the bathroom again!"
I had no choice but to retreat to the restroom. I immediately called Marika.
—...Well, it’s not exactly a secret, but it seems our security system was working well. You don't need to worry.
"I just caused a huge mess, didn't I? Right? Tell me!"
—Well, even if they find out, there’s nothing they can do. We’ve perfectly separated and handled anything illegal or borderline. Besides, we have a manual for situations like this.
"Are you going to kill them?!"
That would be a problem.
—There’s no need to fight. We don't need to be friends, either. We have police officers on our payroll; we just need to pull some strings to get them assigned to the case.
"...What about the people currently on it?"
—We just promote them or transfer them to a prestigious position that’s good for their career. People with a strong sense of justice or duty tend to trust their successors and get distracted by the busy work of their new roles. Things just pass by quietly that way.
I realized then that these mafia types viewed the authorities as a complete joke.
Anyway, I was glad to hear the matter could be settled without anyone getting hurt.
—Young Master, if you have time today, perhaps you and I could...
"Yeah, thanks for the hard work, Marika! See you later!"
—Today, I... I have some very pretty lingerie...
"Gotta go, bye!"
Marika was trying to seduce me, but I wasn't in the mood for "pure love" sex with a tall sister today. It was currently the season for the limited-edition busty soldier witch sister, and I had to allocate my resources accordingly!
I hurried back to the corner office.
"Lisar, that’s an order! Go on a date with Rhea today!"
"Order... accepted."
Lisar looked like she absolutely hated the idea, but if she had a problem with it, she could just face the "no more dick" penalty.