Vodka: "..." And strictly speaking, this could not even be called taking the blame. He really had wanted to see Calvados suffer, which was why he had taken no action.
Analyzing it from an outsider's hindsight, Vodka broke out in a cold sweat.
"...What a cunning scheme of killing with a borrowed knife! Good thing I saw through it."
While cursing his two colleagues, the victim of the scheme gritted his teeth and relayed the police's intention to search for guns to Calvados.
Blending in among the banquet guests, Calvados suddenly felt his phone vibrate. He took it out and saw a message from Vodka.
"This guy just told me not to contact him, and now he's the one contacting me?"
Muttering to himself, he opened the email.
When he saw its contents, Calvados frowned and slowly reached toward his waist.
...The police were actually going to search for guns?
"I thought the murderer would be caught red-handed by the detective who ran up here, but they actually got away... Hmph, what a bunch of useless fools."
He suddenly regretted not leaving in time—those high school students had clearly noticed him at the banquet. If he disappeared from the venue after the crime, he might draw even more police suspicion and find himself unable to move freely in Osaka.
Besides, he had not actually killed anyone, so Calvados had felt confident enough to stay. But now, it seemed...
"If they find the gun on me, I'll be in trouble." Looking at the police in the distance, who had sealed off the doors and were speaking with the guests, Calvados gritted his teeth and walked over to a table.
Reluctantly, he took out his precious pistol, wiped it down, and hid it beneath the table. "You'll have to stay here