Before long, the officers returned laden with evidence. A young master like Tatsumi Ryunosuke had committed crimes on his own turf with an unrestrained arrogance. Perhaps no one in that little village had bothered to interfere, but now it had worked out nicely for the police.
Amid much sighing, the group set off on their journey back to Tokyo.
Then, the next day, someone else furtively made the reverse journey and returned to the Tatsumi Family Old Residence.
Curacao was exhausted to death after crossing mountains and rivers, but she could only conceal the dark circles beneath her eyes and put on an elite air as she met with the target of her assignment.
—This time, she had also been sent by the Organization to meddle in the matter of the Tatsumi Family changing hands.
When she had first accepted the mission, she had professionally considered how to make Tatsumi Seimaru and Tatsumi Ryunosuke step down without drawing attention. But once the mission had truly begun, all she could think about was how to survive unscathed.
Fortunately, Uzo was not useful only for murdering his colleagues. So long as the colleagues in question survived, the gains were not insignificant—like this time, when her mission had been resolved in a way that would leave no future trouble behind, at the cost of merely being toyed with by Uzo for a few days.
Curacao: "..." But if she had to choose again, she would rather take on ten missions like this than run into Uzo by chance one more time.
At the Tatsumi Family residence, Tatsumi Hayato failed to notice the mysterious woman's subtle exhaustion. He welcomed her in through the side door, served her hot tea, and said with a smile, "You've worked hard. Though I honestly have no idea how