However he felt about it, reason ultimately prevailed.
Vermouth silently moved her hand away from her gun. She ignored the person hiding behind the tree and walked straight past—everyone who knew Uzo understood that the safest way to exist near him was to be an ordinary, upstanding citizen.
"Could evil and justice be conserved too?" Whenever Vermouth thought of this unspoken "Uzo Prevention Code," she could not help finding it ironic. "In the face of purer evil, the way to protect yourself is to move closer to justice and rules... How absurd."
Sentiment was sentiment, but useful rules still had to be followed.
With a sigh, the Organization Cadre detoured around the area and headed for Mouri Ran—now that she thought about it, the woods were far more dangerous than they appeared for an innocent high schooler. She had only slipped away to see whether she had a chance to take out Vodka, and by the time she turned around, something had already happened to Angel...
"Perhaps this is some kind of warning from Uzo." Vermouth recalled the figure quietly fishing by the lake, and a lingering fear rose in her heart. "No matter what, from now on, it would be safest to give up some impulsive actions and stay obediently by Angel's side."
The dark figure's reconnaissance and counter-surveillance skills clearly could not compare to Vermouth's.
"Dr. Araide" had already gone far around him, yet the dark figure was still standing where he was, agonizing over why he had clearly heard footsteps but seen no one.
"Maybe I really was hearing things."
After searching around for a long time, the dark figure finally made peace with himself. He quickly came up with a reasonable explanation: "I've been rather busy these past few days, and the Detective's presence has