Although Fujino did not want to acknowledge this "little sister" psychologically, there was no escaping the reality of it.
So when Sato Miwako left her sentence unfinished, Fujino felt a surge of pure frustration.
Once he understood that she was not trying to send him to an orthopedic ward, but intended to poach him for something like the Public Prosecutors Office, Fujino was actually relieved.
Hearing his unusually intense reaction, Sato Miwako frowned and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"What kind of person could send you all the way to Germany for hospitalization?"
"What are you talking about that I don't understand again?"
Sato Miwako did not know the dubious connection between Germany and orthopedics. Fujino, however, said solemnly, "Mm, there are some things you'd be better off not looking into. All I can say is that it's pretty terrifying and somewhat against normal human ethics."
"???" Sato Miwako was full of question marks. She could not understand what terrifying, looking into it, or violating ethics had to do with anything.
After thinking it over, she remembered that he often said nonsense she could not understand, so she did not dwell on it.
Instead, she asked, "So what exactly are you thinking?"
"Of course, I only have one thought."
Fujino said seriously, "In front of your Metropolitan Police Department, I am naturally a proper long-term police consultant and salaried slacker. I must absolutely be a loyal servant of the Metropolitan Police Department!"
"Mm-hmm!"
Sato Miwako nodded, then reconsidered and asked, "What about in front of those district prosecutors?"
"Don't worry about that."
Fujino continued, "Whoever pays more—or whoever raises the price—is who I'm loyal to. As long as I don't offend either side, it's fine. At critical moments, I can even profit from both sides."
"Kids have to