Below, Curacao watched the scene from afar and briefly felt a kinship with the doomed: that situation had not been entirely hopeless, but if their reactions had been slower by even a fraction of a second, there would have been serious consequences.
Curacao: "..." Wait, come to think of it, why was Irish in Nagasaki?
No wonder Uzo had suddenly rushed all the way out here. He had come hunting.
Looking more closely, Hashimoto Maya was actually on the hot air balloon too.
Curacao fell silent, her gaze shifting between Hashimoto Maya and his former and current bosses. "..." What exactly had happened here while she was unaware of it?
...She felt like she had missed quite a spectacle.
On one hand, she felt it was good that she had missed it. On the other, curiosity gnawed at her.
Realizing what she was thinking, Curacao quickly took a deep breath and suppressed every thought she should not have had. Curiosity? She could not be curious!
—Could a moment's amusement compare to a lifetime of survival? Of course not. This should have been an extremely easy choice.
Amid everyone's complicated thoughts, the hot air balloon finally landed.
Grandmother Oga climbed down on shaky legs. When she saw a group of youngsters running toward her, she immediately straightened her back as though nothing had happened. "You got here in time."
Behind her, Hashimoto Maya drifted down as if floating. He glanced at Conan, his expression complicated. "..." So this colleague had not come to save him, but to kill Irish.
And he had almost succeeded!
Hashimoto Maya: "..." His famously formidable former boss had nearly died at the hands of an elementary school student... Lord Uzo's subordinates truly hid Dragons and Tigers among them. What had he done to deserve being mixed