The moment Conan looked toward Okiya Subaru, Okiya suddenly jolted and whipped his head around.
Conan jumped in fright. Before he could think about whether it was a coincidence or whether Okiya was simply too perceptive, he casually swung his feet, pretending he was merely curiously watching the Juicer.
Okiya briefly met his eyes. Perhaps deciding that Conan was only a child and could not possibly give him such a strong sense of danger, he shifted his gaze and roughly scanned the room again, glancing over the doors and windows as well.
Yet he found nothing.
Okiya: "..." A chill had suddenly run down his back, as though something familiar and dangerous had been watching him. Was it just an illusion?
After pondering it for a moment and finding nothing, he could only turn back and silently resume fiddling with the Juicer.
Meanwhile, on the reception sofa, the Magician had finally chosen his words:
"Those five troupe members... Well, I'll start with the two women who serve as my assistants—you've seen magic shows before, so you should know that a great Magician like me needs beautiful assistants onstage to set the mood and, incidentally, serve as Magic Props, right?"
Conan nodded, still finding the man irritating. "I get it. They're stooges—the assistants who help you deceive the audience."
Magician: "..." Where did this obnoxious little brat come from?! It wasn't deception—it was selling art!
He ignored Conan and continued, "My chief assistant is Uehara Misa. She used to be my fiancée. But three years ago, I suddenly found her boring, so I broke up with her.
"She was very unwilling to accept it. Back then, she kept asking what she had done wrong... Sigh, actually, she hadn't really done anything wrong. But after playing with her for so long, I