Freyen's interrogation technique was exceptional.
More than just talent, it bordered on a calling—she had extracted confessions from every soldier in the enemy platoon in less than a single day.
It was expected that once the platoon leader confessed, the soldiers would start talking too, but the speed of it all was undeniably absurd.
For reference, Phelp, the intelligence officer who personally witnessed the soldiers' torture, once described Freyen as “a demon with the face of a saint.”
It was an open secret that the soldiers guarding the entrance to the temporary interrogation site agreed with Phelp’s statement.
Laid out like this, public opinion might sound a bit harsh, but there wasn’t a single person who could deny that Freyen had achieved a remarkable feat.
Thanks to that, the next day, the Division Commander burst into hearty laughter and praised her greatly when she reported, “We’ve identified not only the enemy’s operational frequency, but also the encryption of their Morse codes. Cross-verification is complete.”
Women are really scary. Sweet and spice, everything is nice.