I Haven't Done a Single Bad Thing

Suspicion.

Suspicion, suspicion.

Suspicious glares.

And they accused me.

"I really, really didn't do it!"

Tied tightly to a chair, Pastel wiggled her body. The chair clattered, showing her sincerity.

But sincerity doesn't always work.

The High-ranking officials and key cultists bustling in the High Priest Meeting Hall did not drop their suspicion.

"Governor-General."

"Yes, yes! I didn't do anything! I don't know a single thing about military airships!"...