Lawless Rogue in the World of Conan, Tokisaki Kurumi

The boss, from the environment of the rooms to the food provided, divided them into different grades when entertaining different guests.

Looking at the smiling boss, Kurumi said, "Yes, do you have any empty rooms?"

"Of course." Due to the season, Moon Shadow Island is currently in the off-season for tourism. Although there are some tourists from other places visiting during this time, most of the rooms have been empty for a long time compared to the peak season.

After being told the price for one day, including meals, Kurumi thought about it and felt that it was a bit expensive, but still within her acceptable range.

Seeing Kurumi agree, the boss's smile became even more enthusiastic.

He proactively handled the check-in procedures for Kurumi and kindly informed her that they also had a hot spring available for use.

"By the way, guest, your room is on the third floor. Do you need me to help you carry your luggage up?" The boss asked, looking at Kurumi's delicate appearance as she carried a suitcase.

"No, I can go up by myself." The weight of one suitcase was nothing to Kurumi.

Refusing the boss's enthusiastic service, Kurumi took her luggage and walked to the third floor.

Finding her room, Kurumi pushed open the door and entered.

As expected, the room's style was more like a guesthouse than a hotel.

Although the purely Japanese layout appeared quite simple at first glance, the furniture and decorations gave it a strong rural style.

The room, meticulously cleaned and tidied by the boss, was clean and neat, making it feel refreshing and comfortable at first glance.

At the entrance, Kurumi placed her removed shoes on the shoe rack and put her suitcase in the corner of the room.

"Not bad~" Kurumi, standing in the center of the room, gave a positive evaluation.

Walking to the window to admire the scenery outside, Kurumi felt that Moon Shadow Island was quite a nice place for a relaxing getaway.

Summoning King Crimson, she thoroughly inspected the room inside and out. After confirming that there was nothing out of place, Kurumi decided to go out for a walk to familiarize herself with the island for her upcoming actions.

After resting for a few minutes, Kurumi left the room.

However, before leaving, to prevent anyone from breaking into her room and doing anything illicit, Kurumi used some small props to make inconspicuous marks in the room.

22 Leisurely Days

Although Moon Shadow Island is surrounded by the sea, and its only external transportation is by ship, the living conditions of its residents cannot be compared to those of bustling metropolises.

But in contrast.

Moon Shadow Island's unique natural environment compensates for its economic shortcomings. Relying on its scenery, the tourists who visit each year bring a lot of popularity, and the residents of Moon Shadow Island have found another way to make a living by catering to these tourists, in addition to fishing.

This information was all gathered by Kurumi before she came here.

Originally, Kurumi had wanted to stroll around the town and fully experience the rural life here.

However, because Moon Shadow Island was currently facing the election for the next village chief, Kurumi saw posters plastered all over town from time to time. These were invariably colorful papers printed with the candidates' appeals for votes and support, which really put her off.

The sun high in the sky gradually sank towards the horizon as Kurumi wandered aimlessly.

The orange-red glow illuminated the sky and the ocean. As the sea breeze gently blew, Kurumi, standing on a hillside, looked at the distant sunset and felt that her trip to Moon Shadow Island was truly worthwhile.

Night gradually descended, and the bright moonlight illuminated the tranquil countryside.

On the dimly lit path, Kurumi, having familiarized herself with the area in the afternoon, was ready to return to the inn to rest well and check out the hot spring environment the innkeeper had mentioned.

Ideally, she would have some sweet wine while soaking in the hot spring.

Listening to the chirping of insects and the calls of unknown birds from the roadside greenery, Kurumi returned to the inn where she was temporarily staying.

The boss was still sitting behind the counter in the lobby.

When Kurumi pushed the door open, the boss, who had been looking at a magazine with a bored expression, immediately put on an enthusiastic smile and greeted her, "Guest, how do you find our environment?"

"It's very good." Although Kurumi didn't really want to deal with him, since he was being so forward, she couldn't just ignore him coldly.

That wouldn't fit the persona Kurumi had cultivated for herself.

Therefore, Kurumi, as a tourist, gave her assessment of the island's scenery.

"That's wonderful." It was clear from the boss's even brighter smile that he was very proud of Kurumi's answer.

"By the way, guest, your dinner will be served to your room shortly." From Kurumi's expensive clothing and the ladylike aura she exuded, the boss had decided to provide her with the best service and the most luxurious treatment as soon as he saw her.

"Then I'll trouble you." Kurumi, who was a little excited about the dinner here, nodded and headed to her room.

To have an outlet for the pressure of her 'work,' Kurumi had cultivated many extracurricular interests over the years.

Manga, gourmet food, self-pleasure, and a series of other activities were all means for Kurumi to relieve stress.

On a side note, the world of Conan surprisingly lacked Ultraman, but instead had Kamen Rider, which was aimed at children. This made Kurumi give up on the tokusatsu shows in this world from the very beginning.

As she approached her room, Kurumi immediately noticed that the small mark she had made on the door had been moved.

'Did a hotel staff member come in?' Kurumi narrowed her eyes slightly and quickly summoned King Crimson.

As King Crimson's sturdy body blocked her, Kurumi simultaneously activated another ability.

Her bangs, which covered her left eye, revealed the 'future' projected onto them through the activation of the ability called [Epitaph].

In the next ten-odd seconds of 'future,' Kurumi didn't detect anything unusual in the room.

Except for a plate of assorted fruits and snacks placed on the kotatsu in the room.

After seeing the future scene, Kurumi felt she had been overly worried.

Considering she was a high-ranking member of the Black Organization with many enemies, Kurumi felt it was only right to be cautious.

Pushing the door open, Kurumi first used King Crimson to check the room for any signs of tampering with the marks she'd left. Confirming that only the room service attendant who brought the fruit had entered, and no one else had intruded, she relaxed.

Taking off her shoes, a relaxed Kurumi took out a manga from her suitcase. The island in autumn was still quite cold after sunset. Coupled with the open window for ventilation, the sea breeze carrying a chill blew into the room, prompting Kurumi to unhesitatingly burrow into the kotatsu.

"Warm!" Happily peeling an orange from the fruit platter, Kurumi lay down to get more comfortable. She then flipped over, resting on her stomach and tucking most of her body into the kotatsu as she began to enjoy her manga.

The only sound in the silent room was the rustling of pages as Kurumi turned them.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the guest room door.

"Guest, your dinner is ready," a mature female voice came from outside.

Hearing that her dinner had arrived, Kurumi popped the remaining two orange segments into her mouth and said indistinctly, "I know, come in."

"Understood, excuse me for intruding."

The door was pushed open, and Kurumi saw a middle-aged woman in a light blue kimono kneeling at the entrance.

In front of her, a dinner that looked very rich was laid out on a tray.

Besides dinner, Kurumi also saw a large bottle of freshly squeezed juice.

"Thank you for your trouble," Kurumi shifted from her prone position to sitting up and gestured for the woman, who looked like the proprietress, to place the dinner directly on the kotatsu table in front of her.

Carefully placing the dinner on the table, the woman knelt beside Kurumi and said, "Guest, if you need anything else, please just tell me."

"Are you a server here?" Kurumi asked, looking at the woman.

"You could say that. This establishment is run by just my husband, my son, and myself."

Hearing the woman's explanation, Kurumi understood.

"So you're the proprietress here?"

"Yes," the woman nodded. "I am Yamana Maki, the proprietress of this inn. The gentleman downstairs is my husband, Yamana Yota."

"And your son?" Based on the explanation from the woman calling herself Yamana Maki and her own observations, the husband downstairs was in charge of the establishment, while Mrs. Yamana, being more meticulous, handled the cleaning and upkeep.

Thinking this, Kurumi looked at the appetizing meal on her table.

"If I'm not mistaken, your son must be the chef here."

23 Enjoying the Hot Springs

Perhaps it was praise, or perhaps it was purely out of politeness.

Upon hearing that Kurumi had correctly guessed that the inn was indeed run solely by their family of three, and that she had immediately identified their son as the chef, Yamana Maki's smile became even more enthusiastic.

The proprietress began introducing her son to Kurumi with a tone of pride.

"Yusuke here is the most outstanding chef on our island."

Listening to the proprietress, Kurumi looked at the dinner before her.

Moon Shadow Island is surrounded by the sea, so the vast majority of ingredients used by the island's residents come from the surrounding blue ocean.

In this life, Kurumi had already eaten enough seafood in Japan.

From Tokyo's top restaurants to hidden gems in back alleys, Kurumi had tried virtually all the seafood that Japan was famous for.

She could say that she was already tired of ordinary seafood dishes.

However, when Kurumi saw the lavish seafood platter before her, with its vibrant colors and clearly exquisite knife skills, she felt that the chef, Yusuke, whom the proprietress had mentioned, was as skilled as chefs in high-end restaurants.

She just didn't know about the taste.

"Indeed."

Since Kurumi was not a professional artist, she didn't possess the divine ability to judge a chef's mindset just by looking at the dish.

However, judging by the arrangement of the various seafood on the platter, Kurumi could tell that it was all meticulously arranged by Yusuke.

Clearly, Kurumi's response made the proprietress very happy.

Although she wanted to recommend her excellent son to the beautiful young lady before her, out of professional courtesy and to avoid disturbing the guest's meal, the proprietress thanked Kurumi for her praise and respectfully left the room.

"Honestly, I'm terrible at dealing with people this enthusiastic!" How could the sharp-eyed Kurumi not see that the proprietress looked at her as if she desperately wanted to write 'my son is excellent and single' on her face?

The intense gaze, which seemed to wish for her son to meet Kurumi immediately, made her feel quite uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the other party had some sense of propriety and didn't continue with idle chatter.

Otherwise, Kurumi might have lost her temper.

"Did I appear too gentle, giving them the illusion that I'm easy to talk to?" Kurumi wondered.

Putting aside the uncomfortable thoughts, Kurumi decided to try the dinner first and fill her stomach, which had been rumbling from exploring all afternoon.

...This is not a food show...

About half an hour later, Kurumi, who had savored her dinner slowly, elegantly picked up a napkin from the table and wiped her mouth.

The taste of the dinner was just as she had imagined. Although the ingredients were somewhat monotonous for a foodie like Kurumi, the chef's exquisite skills brought out a unique deliciousness from these otherwise common ingredients.

Sipping her juice, Kurumi turned on the TV in the room, hoping to find something interesting to pass the time and aid her digestion.

Skipping the boring news and the low-brow Kamen Rider shows for children, Kurumi sighed after flipping through all the TV channels.

"Entertainment in this era is truly scarce..."

Kurumi didn't know how many times in her life she had sighed at the sorrow of the times.

Helpless, with nothing special to watch no matter how she looked around, Kurumi skipped a program hosted by a TV personality she was familiar with and began to idly watch a drama starring Ono Yoko, a big star of this era.

For Kurumi, who had traveled from modern times, the dramas of this era were really a bit cliché.

She could basically guess what would happen next in the plot just by watching the beginning.

However, fortunately, Ono Yoko was beautiful and her acting was also good. Kurumi felt that watching such nostalgic dramas occasionally had a certain sense of the times.

"Nice figure~" Rather than watching the drama, Kurumi was admiring the beautiful star Ono Yoko's figure, and with just her naked eye, she had basically analyzed Ono Yoko's physical data. Department Store

This was probably the spirit of a pervert.

Drinking juice and watching TV, it was almost nine o'clock, and Kurumi felt it was time to enjoy the hot spring service at this inn.

Picking up the white towel and yukata provided by the inn in the room, Kurumi turned off the TV, put on her slippers, and walked out of the room.

According to the signs on the wall of the inn, Kurumi arrived at the bathroom marked with a women's curtain.

'Someone's here?'

Lifting the curtain and walking in, Kurumi heard the sound of someone showering from inside.

'It must be another guest like me.'

Without thinking too much, Kurumi walked to the locker and found her locker according to the number tag.

Slowly taking off her clothes and hanging them on a hanger, Kurumi's snow-white, jade-like, fair skin and proud figure were instantly exposed to the slightly cold air.

Before soaking in the hot spring, knowing the rules, Kurumi, carrying her towel, walked to the shower area, preparing to rinse off the day's dust with warm water.

Just as she had heard in the changing room, when Kurumi walked in, she saw a woman who had just finished showering walking towards the outdoor hot spring inside.