Vermouth narrowed her eyes and rolled them at that, feeling mildly offended.
So after getting used to fresh little mandarins, he no longer liked frozen pears, was that it?
Tch, he actually looked down on me...
Damned little brat.
Old Auntie was indeed a little displeased by the mockery from a younger male brat.
Still, that was secondary.
His real purpose was probably to avoid continuing the conversation.
Vermouth was actually quite curious about what exactly was going on with Fujino.
Why did everything he did carry the air of someone who saw through everything, as though after taking one step, he had already seen three steps ahead—or even four?
It seemed as though nothing could be hidden from him.
Just like the setup her godson and Shuichi Akai had arranged.
If she had not carefully considered things in that direction, she probably never would have anticipated the plan reaching this point today.
Just what was up with this guy?
Some organization behind him or something?
Could it be that he had calculated every possibility?
Or was he merely putting on an act of calmness?
Old Auntie helplessly concluded that no one but Fujino himself could possibly know.
Meanwhile, after Shuichi Akai had faked being shot in the head, he used the interval created by the bomb explosion to move Kusuda Rikumichi—who had already changed into matching clothes and put on fireproof pants—from the back seat into his own position.
Then he jumped from the car and rolled down the slope beside the winding mountain road.
Time was tight. There were only thirty seconds; subtracting the barely ten seconds before Mizunashi Rena left, there had been just over twenty seconds available.
Only a few seconds after he jumped from the car, the bomb detonated.
Shuichi Akai rolled several times