"Why did I ask you here?" Takato Yoichi fell silent for a moment and removed the plain glasses from the bridge of his nose. "There was no choice. If I simply killed them... it would be far too boring."
He suddenly tossed the glasses onto his head and spread his arms. "Can you imagine it? Completing a criminal magic act filled with puzzles and artistry, yet having no one around to appreciate it—the appeal of magic lies not merely in its marvelous techniques, but more importantly in making a full house of spectators fall for it in an instant. As a Magician, I don't want this act, which cost me countless hours of effort, to be seen only by a bunch of corpses."
Gin in the distance: "..." Tch.
Using human lives as props, reality as a stage, and demanding an audience with enough weight to come watch and offer proper applause... Was Uzo worried that people did not understand his tastes well enough, so he had used the props' mouths to directly state what he wanted?
Or perhaps, while creating his Sherlock Holmes set, he had realized something was missing, so he had come up with a magic-version "Professor Moriarty" as well?
Gin's eyelid twitched slightly at this sort of neglecting proper duties while frequently disrupting other members' work.
Out of sight, out of mind. Seeing the glasses the Hell Puppeteer had thrown turn into a scattering of petals, Gin snorted, set down his teacup, and rose to leave.
A tall man dressed in black with long silver-white hair suddenly stood up from behind the sofa. Some people did not notice him, some glanced at him without caring, while others swept their eyes over him casually and froze where they stood.
Conan: "..."
Conan: "???"
Gin... How could a