I Became the Youngest Daughter of the Mafia Family

s none other than the youngest daughter of the Kalanishiel family.

Calling it a well-played prank would be too much.

But…

“Even if what the little lady said is true, I can’t get a search warrant on this alone.”

“I know.
Therefore—”

Ashmia leaned her body forward a little as she spoke.

“Ask the Imperial Guard for assistance.”

Tsss!

At last he lit a cigarette, but Clint’s hands and expression were once again stiff.

The Imperial Guard (IG).

Although they also had a lot of internal problems due to the corruption of the guard commander Andrei Baklanov, they had independent investigative powers from the police in some cases, and ‘Drug Possession and Management Control’ was one of them.

But Clint spoke with a puzzled face as he heard the name.

“What are you talking about now…?”

“If the power of the nobility can be weakened, it is the Imperial Cabinet that welcomes them with open arms.
And it goes without saying that if the opponent is Pendragon, Andrei will also rush to take this information from you.”

Clint looked around the interrogation room.

As Ashmia said, Interrogation Room 4 had no wiretaps or cameras, but his body reacted reflexively to Ashmia’s outspoken remarks.

“Look, Detective Westfield…”

Seeing his reaction, Ashmia smiled.

“We are not aiming for the heart of the dragon as of right now.
We are just trying to cut off one of the hydra’s heads, so there is no need to be nervous.”

“… Hmm.”

Clint coughed to hide his embarrassment.

“If the power of the aristocracy continues to grow as it does now, it’s obvious that not only will the Imperial Cabinet and the police grow tired, but our mafia as well.”

Clint smoked his cigarette silently and looked into Ashmia’s golden eyes.

“So we have to press it before it’s too late.
It’s nothing difficult.
Touching a domino in a well-stacked pile is a detective’s job.
Then, the rest will fall apart on its own.
When they see Andrei getting involved, I’m sure Dimitri, the Commissioner of the National Police Department, will foam at the mouth and send out troops.
I’ll use a printing press to send out search warrants if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“…Then what will the little lady get in exchange?”

Ashmia grinned at the bold question.

“A society in which justice is served and there will be a place for reform?”

“It’s weird to hear the mafia say something like that.”

“I’m thrilled that you recognize me as part of the mafia.”

“Are you trying to use the police and the imperial family to defeat the power of the nobles?”

“Isn’t it better to say ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’?”

“…Do you have something like a wiretapping device hidden somewhere?”

“If you are in doubt, why don’t you search me? Or shall I take everything off here?”

“That’s a terrible thing to say.
Come on now, I made a mistake.”

Click—

Clint lit another cigarette instead of puffing from the previous one since it turned into ashes before he got to finish it and frowned.

He hated smoking but he continued to do so anyway.

“Little lady.
If you go all the way to the Imperial Guard and nothing really comes up, then you won’t be able to get out of it with a simple ‘it was a joke’.
Do you know that?”

“Of course.
I’ll surrender, so you can arrest me.”

If things really went wrong, it wasn’t going to end with Ashmia or Clint.
Not only would several people, including Clint, lose their heads, but the position of the Imperial Cabinet would also be jeopardized, and it wasn’t known what move Pendragon would make using that as an excuse.

But if what the little lady said is true…

This event would serve as a very strong warning that the aristocratic crimes would no longer be tolerated, and at the same time it would serve as an opportunity to suppress the power of the arrogant aristocracy, especially the Pendragons.

High risks, high rewards.

However, it was an offer that couldn’t be rejected more easily.

And above all.

It’s going to be pretty fun.

Clint threw the dice over this ‘playboard’, which was hard to believe that a girl who was still only 17 years old drew, and smiled fiercely. 

***

In Michael Rose’s words, he didn’t know if Clint Westfield was a ‘good shooter’, but there was no doubt that he was an ‘excellent cop’.

However, despite being normal, he was too good to be told ‘Clint Westfield’s ability was investigation’, so one day it became rather toxic and he retired.
Clint died after being attacked by a mysterious man.

It was the work of those who were afraid that the ‘data’ he had collected during his lifetime would become known to the world.

***

“This information isn’t free, is it?”

“Of course not.
First of all, re-investigate my attempted murder case that was buried by Andy Bolton and share what you find.
And—”

Clint grabbed another piece of paper from Ashmia.

“—Please do a background check on this person.”