Thinking of the situation he would be in then, the confidant silently shuddered. "..." Though he felt a little sorry for Irish, it hadn't been easy to survive in the organization this long. He didn't want to be silenced over something so inexplicable.
"Please rest assured, I'll keep myself under control and won't do anything Uzo wants to lead me into doing." The confidant pressed his palms together and apologized to Irish in his heart. I can still be saved. I really can still be saved!
In an unnoticed corner on the inner side of the Theater building.
A pitch-black figure rode the wind up along the building and soon returned to the Rooftop Terrace.
Jiang Xia dismissed the wings behind him, then suddenly turned and sneezed.
He rubbed his nose in silence. "Is Irish cursing me?... But shouldn't he still be unconscious? Or did I just catch a chill from the wind?"
Although people here did not catch colds easily, as a Spirit Medium with a packed schedule, he decided that, to be safe, he would drink some ginger soup when he returned that night.
As Jiang Xia thought, he walked across the Rooftop Terrace toward the building. Just as he was about to reach out and push the door, someone inside pulled it open.
Mouri Ran and the others had come looking for him. Seeing Jiang Xia, the worried guardian let out a sigh of relief. "You really were up here. Conan didn't get lost, did he?"
Jiang Xia helplessly pointed toward the edge of the Rooftop Terrace. "I was a step too late. Conan jumped down with Kid just now."
Mouri Ran: "??!"
Suzuki Sonoko was not worried at all. "Relax. Lord Kid is such an elegant Phantom Thief—no matter how annoying a brat he's dealing