Conan: I Really Should Die!

"Is that so...?"

Ran thought about it, and she could understand Conan's childish behavior of trying to win favor and being jealous, after all, she also occasionally had such feelings when she was a child.

In her view, Conan was a relatively mature child who often acted like an adult at times, but at other times he liked to act spoiled just like a kid.

On second thought, however, she recalled what Fujino had previously said about Conan's "twisted maternal love" for her.

She felt that this kind of acting spoiled should usually only happen with a mother.

Acting spoiled toward her must mean he wanted to gain her doting affection, and precisely because of that doting affection, he had gradually come to cast her in the role of a mother over time...

But she wasn't mommy, she was big sis!

She must absolutely not let Conan get spoiled rotten and turn into a social-menace pervert in the future!

"I suppose Conan isn't the kind of child who throws a tantrum and demands whatever other kids have, is he?"

Ran made a silent decision, then looked softly at Conan and lectured him with the earnestness of an older sister, saying, "Conan, the food stall has already passed us now, if you wanted to eat you should have spoken up earlier. Running back now will just waste everyone's time. If you really want to eat it so badly, I can buy one for you on our way back later."

"No... I don't want it anymore!"

"I wasn't especially craving it anyway!"

"Let's not delay everyone's time after all!"

Conan looked at the smile blooming on Ran's face, froze for a moment, and hastily waved his hands.

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable wave of shame welling up in his heart, and for