"Heh..." Yusaku Kudo let out a soft chuckle, the corner of his lips curling into a smile much like the one his son would wear while solving cases in the future.
Under normal circumstances, whenever his future son wore that smile, a detective named Kogoro Mouri was about to fall "asleep."
Ignoring his answer, Yusaku Kudo said directly, "That thing was stolen from you, wasn't it?"
The fat man's mouth fell open in an O shape.
"And because that thing was so important—important enough that losing it drove you to such madness—you were even willing to resort to murder to solve this."
Upon hearing Yusaku Kudo's words, the fat man, Richard, could not help trembling.
He lowered his head but still said nothing.
At that point, Yusaku Kudo no longer cared. He turned and walked toward Alice, who had supposedly breathed her last.
"Actually, I found this strange from the very beginning of this game. I kept thinking about its purpose, and the core value it was meant to embody."
"At first, I thought it was some unfunny prank arranged by the owner of this manor. For a moment, I even thought this was a trap set by a madman."
"But as time passed, I gradually came to feel that there were things here I had never considered at all—real purposes buried beneath this game. It was those purposes, laden with rage and hatred, that kept this game going."
"Earlier, when Aizen was working out the final round of this game, he needed to take down one person. By using the perfect state of having no cards in hand, he could eliminate that person in one stroke."
"To do that, he needed an assistant. An actor with superb acting skills. After a series of betrayals and counter-betrayals, this actor would