Two minutes earlier.
"Jiro is gone too." Curacao propped her forehead on one hand and let out a silent sigh. "That Uzo bastard did it on purpose. He even chased him all the way to the distant outskirts of Tokyo... What kind of misfortune made Hashimoto Maya catch his eye? Does Uzo find stealing other people's subordinates so enjoyable that he can't stop, or does he just want what he can't get? Was he bored, so he came over to kill a few people for fun?"
Besides...
"One less guard means I need to find a suitable replacement as soon as possible." Curacao ran through information on her various subordinates in her mind. This time, she did not email or call Rum to report it. She merely added this little accident to her report—based on the previous experience, even if she said something, it would probably turn out like last time. Rum would think this was just a minor scuffle and refuse to release anyone, while deciding that she had been contaminated by Uzo. All effort, no reward.
"But who should I choose? And if Rum keeps refusing to let people go, am I supposed to keep losing subordinates?" Just thinking about it made Curacao's head ache again. "They were only Peripheral Members, but there really aren't that many people with some ability and strong enough confidentiality. And at his rate of using up one every two or three days... in a few months, will I still have anyone left to use?"
After doing the math, Curacao could not help but feel distressed over the resources under her command. Her superior did not understand her hardships; only she knew how troublesome this kind of gradual loss was.
"Although I was mentally prepared to lose people, still... sigh, I shouldn't choose