Did You Sell Yourself?!

Of course, Princess was just a metaphor.

After all, the identities of Japan's imperial family were public, and they had zero actual power; nowadays, they were basically just mascots.

The princess he meant was the princess of the family that currently held the lifeline of Japan in their hands.

If that really were the case, then helicopters, or casually pulling out a private jet or something, wouldn't be a big deal at all.

"But why can a person like that hang out with me without anyone coming out to stop us?"

"Normally, shouldn't some family elder pop out at a time like this, throwing a few hundred million yen at me to make me leave her?"

"Or maybe some self-proclaimed arranged-marriage fiancée pops up out of nowhere to play a thirty years east, thirty years west trope..."

Fujino thought about it until his head felt a little empty.

He felt like his brain was about to sprout.

Pulling back his thoughts, he couldn't help sighing: "This time I owe the little rich woman a pretty big favor..."

In his impression, the highest-status person Conan had dealt with was the mayor of Nishitama City, and a diplomat.

Not to mention the diplomat's family troubles, even that mayor wasn't very smart.

He actually used his own son to take the blame, and in the end could only regretfully step down and go to prison.

According to an article he read in his past life, if the victims and culprits Conan dealt with were graded on a scale of 1-10, the ones Conan dealt with the most were level 3-10, while murderers at level 1-2—those capable of steering the national direction and lifeline of Japan—were basically never dealt with.

As a side note, Fujino's class was probably around level 4-5, a middle-class person