Seeing the innocent girl's delighted expression, Yurama chuckled, his gaze covertly sliding over her chest. "Of course."
"Go on." Jiang Xia patted Mouri Ran, who had already risen happily.
Gin glanced over, then lifted his coffee again, finally looking somewhat like a proper audience member at a magic show.
Hashimoto Maya, who had been secretly peering in that direction, jolted and snapped his gaze back as if electrocuted. "..." Why, why was that man on the train? He was Irish's enemy... But thinking about it carefully, I was Uzo's subordinate now. Those grudges shouldn't have anything to do with me, right? Yes, that was it. It had to be.
While his thoughts ran wild, Hashimoto Maya lowered his head and drank his soup, looking as though he wanted to bury his entire body in the soup pot and vanish forever.
Though some audience members were distracted, most continued watching the magic show intently.
Bathed in the audience's attention, Yurama swept back his princely curls and turned to Mouri Ran.
He tapped Mouri Ran's shoulder, and in the next instant, the coat that had faintly outlined the high school girl's figure abruptly became loose—under the gaze of all, the belt around her trench coat's waist vanished in an instant.
"Hm?" Mouri Ran looked down in surprise and touched the empty fastening at her waist. "What's going on... Did I forget to fasten it when I put on my coat this morning?"
"Heh, of course not." Yurama raised one hand and suddenly opened it. A beige strip of cloth dangled from his hand, swaying in midair—it was the missing trench coat belt.
"Wow!" The audience burst into astonished applause.
Yurama laughed, inwardly cursing these bumpkins who had never seen anything. "Just a little trick. No need to be so surprised yet—the best