"It was just a little troublesome to pull off..."
"But it wasn't a big problem. Sweet-talking people and manipulating feelings were already my specialties."
"Since I was already sweet-talking them, I just had to sweet-talk them all into coming home with me."
Fujino thought to himself as he quietly considered a solution.
Deep down, he didn't want anyone to become a loser, crouching alone in the cold snow late at night and secretly shedding tears.
He didn't like that sort of thing.
Judging from the outcome he hoped for, the whole "you're all my wings" thing was the optimal solution.
If he didn't let anyone down, no one would get hurt and become a loser.
But when all was said and done, that was still a kind of betrayal.
After all, who would want to live together with other people who also loved the person they liked?
Nothing had been decided yet anyway. They could deal with the future when it came; at least he had a policy now.
From here on out, he could only see how well he could sweet-talk them.
Fujino was thinking that when his expression suddenly turned strange.
He couldn't help muttering to himself, "But how did a Pure Love Warrior like me fall into becoming a cuckold fetishist?"
"If I'm sincere toward everyone, wouldn't that also count as a kind of pure love?"
"It should be pure love... That's right, I'm still a Pure Love Warrior."
"...?"
Conan lay in the bedding, glancing from the corner of his eye at Fujino by the window. Fujino looked like he had something on his mind, sighing now and then, seeming wistful at times, and finally as if he had made some sort of decision. Conan was utterly baffled.
So what exactly had this guy been thinking