The group soon set out from the Detective Agency and headed to the famous Magician's home.
Meanwhile, on the unfinished Theater Island.
Hashimoto Maya dawdled as he got up, dawdled through washing up and breakfast, then gazed at the distant shore and let out a faint sigh.
—After getting used to staying here, he was becoming less and less willing to go out.
At the other end of the dining room, Mrs. Sakihara, who was likewise enjoying the tranquil island, folded up the newspaper in her hands and looked over at the sound. "You seem troubled. Hasn't the search for a Magician been going well?"
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Not well? It was far worse than that! He had only gone ashore for one day, yet the FBI, Detectives, and those annoying coworkers had all swarmed out at once. It was practically as though they were deliberately making his mission harder. Infuriating.
But angry or not, he still had to do the job. And since a short pain was better than a long one, he needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Hashimoto Maya worried over it for a while, then suddenly remembered something. He reached into his pocket and rummaged around, soon pulling out a Business Card carrying a floral fragrance—it was the one the beautiful Female Magician had given him when they left last night.
Hashimoto Maya looked at the Business Card, and the Female Magician's appearance gradually surfaced in his mind. "..." Pretty enough, skilled enough, and good enough with words. She even seemed to have the potential to be a Riddler—no matter how he looked at it, she perfectly suited That Lord's tastes.
But...
Hashimoto Maya spun the Business Card around on his fingertip a few times, then could not help asking the lawyer beside