As she spoke, Mouri Ran suddenly sensed that something was off.
She abruptly looked up to see Kisaki Eri and Kudo Yukiko advancing on her with smiles on their faces and an imposing air. "And then? Whose name was written on it?"
Under twice the pressure, Mouri Ran blinked and stammered, "I-I couldn't see it clearly. That outfit had been washed several times. The ballot paper didn't dissolve in the wash, but the ink on it had long since blurred into a mess..."
Kisaki Eri looked skeptical. "Really?"
Kudo Yukiko's Aura was gentler, but there was clearly no less suspicion in her words. "It's okay, Ran. Don't worry about us—just tell us!"
Mouri Ran: ...It had been twenty years already. Why were they still so competitive...? Besides, she really hadn't seen it clearly back then!
While the two social elites joined forces to interrogate an innocent high school girl,
elsewhere, during a gap in the surveillance coverage, another oppressive conversation was taking place.
"When are you going to fix this habit of running whenever you see Jiang Xia?" Torimaru Naoko frowned at her "twin sister," her voice low but no less authoritative. "Don't forget who we are!"
They were not some innocent little maids—both of them had blood on their hands, and the wanted notices bearing their names were still prominently displayed on the Metropolitan Police Department's website.
But that was not what worried Torimaru Naoko most. Worse still, murder would not necessarily result in a death sentence, but if their identities were exposed, then the organization they currently belonged to—or rather, their terrifying boss—was what would truly cost them their lives.
And then she would forever lose her chance to strike back at him, able only to walk miserably toward death as an insignificant Canary...
After briefly losing