"Hmm? The restroom? I'll take you! This venue is huge, so don't go getting lost."
Mouri Ran felt as though she'd been granted a pardon. She grabbed Conan and ran—finally, she wouldn't have to keep watching those terrifying performances. And with the excuse of "taking the child to the restroom," she wouldn't have to hurt the magician's feelings by refusing to watch.
The restroom was not in the same direction Okiya Subaru had left in. In fact, it was directly opposite.
Mouri Ran's long legs carried her swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, she had rushed into the corridor with Conan. Conan could only watch helplessly as Okiya Subaru grew farther and farther away. He kept looking in that direction unwillingly. ...Damn it, let me see! I have a feeling something really important is about to happen!
He had countless things he wanted to say, but in the end, all Conan could do was stare tearfully at the approaching restroom.
But now, at least I can be sure that the central actor on the "stage" that black-clad woman mentioned wasn't us after all—it was Okiya Subaru. Conan listlessly washed his hands as he muttered to himself, Who exactly is this mysterious graduate student? It looks like the Black Organization has him completely overwhelmed. At first glance, he seems to be on the side opposing the Organization. But yesterday at the Clothing Store, when Mr. Okiya was being chased by the police, that black-clad woman hid him. And he's obviously terrified of "That Lord" behind her...
*No matter what, Mr. Okiya must know quite a lot of important information. That means I could try to win him over as an ally in the fight against the Black Organization... Uh, but the person behind that black-clad woman has clearly already