"I know it still sounds a bit unbelievable, but I do have a way to prove it."
Unaware that Leon had already verified the truth of her words through another method, Princess Veronica, who had spent the entire night pondering how to prove her identity to the Purification Bureau, raised her hand to remove an old shawl and placed it on the table, introducing with a serious expression,
"This wool shawl is made from the wool of the Merino white rock sheep native to Merino County. This wool is incredibly fine, resistant to dirt, and its pure coloring makes it ideal for dyeing, which is why it is highly sought after by the nobility. However, because the Merino white rock sheep grow slowly and live on sheer cliffs, making wool collection very difficult, the output is extremely low, resulting in an exceptionally high price. Even among the nobility, there are few who can afford it, and most wool garments are mixed blends.
But this shawl was a gift from my father on my twelfth birthday, made entirely of Merino white rock sheep's wool. Its texture is completely different from mixed wool fabrics, the print on it is the royal family's red-breasted robin, and the fringe flower net was handwoven by my personal maid. There is no other shawl like it in the entire capital."
"But in the end, it's just a wool shawl, isn't it? Replicating it wouldn't be too difficult, and we don't know wool, so we can't judge whether what you're saying is true or false."
Having patiently listened to the origin of the wool shawl, Jerry frowned and asked,
"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to erase the existence of a princess from everyone's memory? Such an ability is nearly in the realm of the divine. Even if the scope were limited to just the kingdom, or even to the entire capital, finding such an abn... um... object, is not something ordinarily achievable. So, rather than believing a princess was forgotten, I'm more inclined to think this is the rambling of a madman, for it's far more realistic that someone forged a shawl than erased the existence of a princess."
"Your skepticism is entirely reasonable, but please, don't rush; I'm not finished speaking."
Determined to reclaim everything she lost, Princess Veronica was well-prepared and didn't panic in response to Jerry's doubts. She pushed the shawl across the table towards Leon and calmly said,
"Leon... Mr. Lyon, you have a magical broom capable of flying into the sky, am I right?"
Hungover from a night of binge-drinking, the news of his premature marriage, and the disparity between memory and reality nearly caused Leon's brain to crash. But trusting in the Badge System, he cooperated by giving a slight nod, then rubbed his temples and looked at the princess, hoping she truly had enough convincing evidence to offer.
"That's correct. Yesterday, you held me as we rode on that broom."
Under the gaze of both Leon and Jerry, Princess Veronica unfolded the shawl on the table, pointed to the intricately woven fringe net, and with a hint of relief in her eyes, said,
"At that time, my personal maid found my outfit somewhat risq... um, in short, she temporarily wove a net using the shawl's fringe, and when I boarded your broom, the shawl's fringe net snagged on it slightly and tore a bit. So unless you've used that broom between noon yesterday and now, it may still have a strand of white-and-red wool hanging from it, from the only entirely spun Merino wool shawl in the entire capital."
Hearing Princess Veronica's words, Leon was momentarily stunned before quickly retrieving the Witch's Broom and checked the branches at the end of the broom. Leon and Jerry were surprised to find that although some seemed to have been blown away by the wind, there was indeed a small amount of wool hanging from the end of the broom, and its texture, color, and thickness were identical to that of the shawl on the table.
"Whew... I think this evidence should prove something, don't you?"
After Leon and Jerry compared the wool, Princess Veronica, who unknowingly loosened her tightly clenched hands, said with a calm demeanor,
"You can consult someone knowledgeable about textiles regarding the situation of Merino wool to see if I am lying. If I am honest, it would prove that I did indeed contact Mr. Lyon yesterday and rode his broom. Although it may sound self-aggrandizing, I believe that with a woman like me sitting behind him, Mr. Lyon would certainly not forget easily. So the only explanation is that everyone's memory, except mine, the victim, had an issue. Do you agree?"
Agreed... This should be irrefutable proof!
"Let's go find the director!"
Realizing that there was a ninety percent chance that the woman claiming to be the princess was telling the truth, Jerry couldn't help but take a deep breath, looked gravely at Leon, and communicated in a soul transmission,
'If it is confirmed that an anomalous object was used on a princess of one kingdom, then this becomes a serious issue. As per our agreement with The Twelve Kingdoms, such matters must be immediately reported to the main bureau, then handled and investigated by the branch director. From now on, this matter is no longer ours to deal with!'
"So... right before next week's year-end review, the princess was attacked by an Evil God-level anomalous object?"
Blurry-eyed, the red-haired director, forcibly awakened from dreams, let out a sigh of profound helplessness after listening to Leon's report.
Not that! Faced with such a deadly situation just before the year-end review, no matter how perfectly it was resolved afterward, a critique of ineffective oversight wouldn't be avoided, and the Virgin Branch's evaluation this year would likely be unprecedentedly low, possibly ranking last among the eighty-seven branches.
What? Ever since the Ryan Blood Night incident, our branch has been locked in last place, and even the four characters of "Olivia" have already been prematurely carved into this year's pillar of shame?
Ahaha, then it's nothing, no problem...
With a somewhat despairing gaze, the red-haired director leaned back in the chair, clearing the remaining alcohol from her system, filled with unresolved anger, and began pondering how to resolve this lethal issue swiftly.
First, undoubtedly, was to find that anomalous object or the person using it!
"This one... um... may I know how to address you?"
Upon hearing the red-haired director's question, Princess Veronica blinked while observing her lips, nodded slightly, and said,
"Veronica, you may call me Veronica."
"Very well, Your Highness Veronica."
The red-haired director, entering "work mode," wiped away the previous drunkenly desolate state and solemnly promised,
"I assure you, in the name of the Director of the Purification Bureau's Virgin Branch, from now until the end of this matter, you are absolutely safe; no one can harm you. Additionally, I hope you'll cooperate sincerely with our investigation. Our Virgin Branch will do everything in our power to restore everything to its original state as quickly as possible!"