We've finally arrived!
I'm dead tired!
Kuroba Kaito stretched, having felt his whole body falling apart after just a few hours of working as a maid despite playing the role of a maid. So what kind of physical constitutions do these maids actually have anyway?
"Vespanian maids are usually orphans..."
Fujino glanced at him, calmly explaining. "Basically, they're about the same as ancient court maids, spending their entire lives working in the royal palace, nothing like you."
"What's wrong with me? I'm very diligent, all right?" Kuroba Kaito immediately gave him deadpan eyes, feeling like this guy Fujino was taking passive-aggressive jabs at him.
"Yeah, yeah, you don't cook a single meal for yourself, and you freeload off your childhood friend next door every day."
"Crap, how do you know that? Don't tell me you actually installed surveillance in my house?"
"Aoko told me, plus my own deduction. Honestly, why are you acting like that princess and suffering from persecutory delusions?"
Fujino retorted with a speechless expression, offering an explanation before following up with another question. "I almost forgot to ask. Since you disguised yourself as a maid, what on earth did you do with the real one? How come there hasn't been a single bit of news about her until now?"
"It's nothing, I just knocked her out with a tranquilizer and tied her up, that's all."
Kuroba Kaito waved a hand with an indifferent look, showing he clearly hadn't done this kind of thing for the first time. "She's currently with our old man, and in a bit he'll send her over to the Vespanian embassy."
"Then where did you get your clothes?"
Fujino noticed the blind spot, looking at Kuroba Kaito with a puzzled expression full of suspicion.
As for Kuroba Kaito, he managed to catch a