The coachman halted his carriage because a group of people blocked the road. The driver noticed each person wore a mirror badge and cursed under his breath, "How unlucky am I today?" The owner took off his cap and disembarked from his vehicle. "How may I serve the Mirror Checker Agency?" he asked with a polite bow.
However, the group leader motioned for the man to step away from his carriage as her team tightened their circle around it with one arcanist around the clock. "I am Supervisor Sienna Johns, and I wish to speak with Her Grace, Eliza Bensley," the agent introduced herself while bowing at the carriage.
A pretty teenager with noble bearings slowly descended from the cabin, and her blue eyes surveyed her environment with an amused smile. "I am Eliza Bensley. How many I help you?" the girl curtsied.
Eliza had seen Sienna's name as Lucheng's supervisor in the paperwork, so the former was curious about the latter. The noble saw a petite, brunette woman standing five feet tall and wearing a dark blue suit over a cream blouse. However, Sienna's dark brown eyes swirled with mana, meaning she was an arcanist rather than a simple paper pusher.
"You accompanied Agent Tang during his investigation at the Prairie Farmstead recently, and you went with him today to visit the Pitchfork Estates. In the previous case, you signed the confirmation document certifying his custody of cursed mirrors," the supervisor noted.
"Did I do something wrong?" Eliza challenged the older woman.
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"I called Baron Timothy Bensley, and he confirmed that Eliza died at age six. So that makes you an impostor, and we are arresting you for impersonation and falsifying government documents," Supervisor Johns explained the girl's crimes. "I don't know who you are, but you're definitely not Eliza Bensley," the agent accused solemnly.
Eliza giggled and started walking toward the prosecutor.
Supervisor Johns signaled her men to capture the criminal. The agents standing at six and twelve o'clock cast Telekinesis while the remainder combined their mana to form a magic wall around the imposter and cage her inside.
Eliza blew at the incoming invisible ropes, which twisted and coiled like snakes, and they snapped like twigs! A lazy wave of her hand instantly disintegrated the blockade, but the caster never slowed her stride. The girl giggled at the frantic looks of the mirror checkers as they recast their spells, but something froze their mana! Moreover, Eliza casually looked at each male arcanist, and their figures relaxed as their minds became enthralled. "You guys are tired, so take a long, relaxing rest," the enchantress cooed.
The victims fell to the ground, and their eyes stared at the sky, seeing something extraordinary. Each man sported a goofy grin, and some drooled like idiots.
"What did you do?" Sienna snarled as she loaded a solid lead bullet into her arcano pistol and pointed her weapon at the powerful witch.
"Your friends are enjoying themselves. Now, put that silly toy away before you get hurt." Eliza's words became a command to the listener, and Supervisor Johns couldn't control her movements as her body stowed the gun in its holster. "Sit!"
The victim fell to the ground and took a dogeza stance!
Eliza then turned toward Baron Bensley, who secretly watched the failed operation atop a nearby roof. "Hi, Dad!" she giggled, waved, and vanished.