Curacao twisted in midair. Though the blast sent her flying, she had not been entirely blown away by it—her guard had already been at its highest when Bourbon stopped her. And when she heard that "Die!", Curacao's body dodged faster than her mind could react.
The flying manhole cover did not clip her. The upward surge of air made her feel a little unwell, but it was nothing serious. Having regained her balance, Curacao was about to land when she suddenly heard an anxious cry: "Miss Shirai!"
"?!"
That horrifying voice, etched into her very being, instantly ruined her bodily balance. Curacao hit the ground with a thud, rolled several times, and only then climbed to her feet, dusty and disheveled.
Bourbon on the other side had rolled across the ground as well, getting to his feet at the same time as her. Curacao gritted her teeth and shot a look at her unlucky colleague, killing intent surging through her heart: She should have known nothing good came from getting too close to Bourbon!
But... knowing that seemed useless. That madman Bourbon had actually chased her from the café all the way here.
"Uzo really uses him like a second pair of hands. Looks like his time at the Amuro Detective Agency wasn't for nothing."
In that flash of electric light, a ton of complicated thoughts ran through Curacao's mind. She had once genuinely thought Bourbon was talented—and that had probably not been an illusion, since Rum had also thought highly of him. With that One-Eyed Dragon's picky standards, Bourbon must truly have had his share of glory days.
But ever since he had invited a wolf into his home and hired an employee named Jiang Xia at his Amuro Detective Agency, his intelligence had visibly begun to plummet.
"Come