Beside them, Curacao casually picked up the coffee the waiter had set down earlier and took a sip, hiding her expression.
She immediately noticed that some of what Mrs. Tatsumi said was true and some was false, with faint traces of performance mixed in.
—A proper Detective might have been deeply moved by Mrs. Tatsumi's tragic past and unwavering resolve, risking their life to protect her.
But Uzo...
Well, he might also have been deeply moved, then decided that this lady's spirit was admirable and mercifully granted her wish.
Curacao had no intention of interfering, anyway. It did not conflict with her objective.
"I've already accepted this job. There's no way I can back out now. And what would it look like if I ran away the moment I saw Uzo? I'm not afraid of him. I just don't like that guy."
Curacao pressed a hand to her temple and thought, Look on the bright side. There are benefits to staying near Uzo. With the way he slaughters everyone in sight, maybe in the blink of an eye, he'll take care of my target for me. That would save me a lot of setup and cleanup.
Of course, everything had two sides. Behind the benefits came the drawbacks: she had to stay alert at all times and make sure he did not take care of her too.
As Curacao pondered this and coldly watched events unfold, Jiang Xia indeed seemed somewhat moved. "Leave it to me. I have a few classmates who love traveling and outings. I often go sightseeing with them, so I know which places are lively and crowded—I'll definitely give you the best memories of your youth."
Mrs. Tatsumi's tears turned into a smile. "Then I'll be counting on you."
"Mom..." Seeing her look as though she