"You're not just going to leave the gun in there, are you?" (Pink Trigger's Power >199)

"Wait just a moment. Cornelia, you detected the gun, but you're not just going to leave it there, are you? Please take this exercise seriously..."

"P-Please allow me to speak... Inquisitor... I can't unzip your... I mean, his... the witch's pants in court, Sir..."

Nonsense! Which of these sounds more ridiculous: you identify the gun inside the pants of the witch on trial and properly remove it for the safety of everyone in the courtroom, or you leave it there, for the witch to retrieve and use at their leisure?! Use your head, Cornelia! This sort of dull-wittedness might hurt you down the line, you know? An angel shouldn't need another guardian angel to look out for them! Now confiscate the weapon!

I could see Cornelia sweating as she became increasingly upset at my rough treatment. Ah... I'm sorry if it seems I'm teasing you, my cute junior, but this is a necessary part of imparting my love, as well as perhaps ushering in a new era of sexy court-room proceedings. Daytime television will be so much more interesting if prosecutors will all adopt these special techniques.

Of course, I told her none of that, as she slowly unzipped my pants, hanging off to one side with clenched teeth as though she really did expect me to discharge a bullet from there. I wished I'd thought up some way to encourage her to put her face down there while she did this part, but that was a bit beyond me. "Sir... since this is just a demonstration... would it be fair to say we've finished and move on?"

No, Cornelia. It wouldn't. Please treat this seriously.

She finished the last stretch. I shook myself slightly so that my erect penis came out, landing atop the prosecution's desk. It wasn't just an ordinary human penis... I'd powered it up with the glow of my Pink Trigger, to fully emphasize the magical threat it posed. Cornelia stood aghast, her eyes focused upon it, while her mouth hung open.

"Inquisitor... that isn't a gun!"

Ah, thank you for stating the obvious. I thought that to myself while imparting a bit of extra knowledge. It is not a gun... It's something much more dangerous. Have you heard of a magical weapon used by demons, known as the Pink Trigger?

"A-Allow me to speak... There is no such weapon in the Great Court's archives!"

Oof... I was pretty lucky she didn't say that part in the red text. That could have led to an unexpected dismemberment. At any rate, I had to press on. Seeing this, you're just going to let me wave it around the courtroom?! I cradled it in my hand and began to point it at various unsuspecting courtroom attendees, before aiming it in her direction. What are you going to do, Third-Class Cleric?! Please consider the most appropriate, secure way to conceal a witch's penis-attached weaponry, ensuring that it can't endanger the other attendees! Where will you put it?! Say it with me..!

"In an unbreakable Knox-level security storage cube!" she answered, hilariously throwing a one-armed salute at this moment, as though trying to maintain some semblance of order and reason. Her bright red eyes were desperately trying to blink away the disbelief.

Inside your pussy! I shouted over her, watching her flinch back as I said it. She collapsed butt-first onto the desk, blown back by the audacity of the suggestion. There's no time to get to your security storage cube! You're a member of Eiserne Jungfrau! Your power is erecting barriers! What more secure place could there be than directly in your grasp, layered directly inside your body?! A double layer of protection! There's nowhere more appropriate! Do this right and protect everyone, that's an order!

Ah... Of course, after all that lecturing and my impressive display, the trembling Cornelia would have to submit, wouldn't she?