The Candy Magician, who had suddenly stabbed two colleagues in the back, snorted. "Was I wrong? Maeda, you look like some tough, independent guy, but behind the scenes, you borrowed quite a bit of money from the store manager and still haven't paid it back.
"And Fujino—you've been riding on the popularity Cake Prince brought in, always wanting to strike out on your own. You've been arguing with the store manager all day long over it.
"Outsiders might not know these things, but everyone in our shop does! It wouldn't be surprising if either of you killed the store manager."
Cake Prince could not help saying, "I'm probably not the only one who argued with the store manager all day long, am I? Do you think you're the only one who knows everyone else's business, while nobody knows yours?"
The Candy Magician's expression shifted slightly.
Inspector Megure pulled out his notebook and happily scribbled away from the side: Perhaps it was the pressure Brother Jiang Xia brought with him. Every time, the police did not even need to use any interrogation techniques before the suspects started attacking one another.
Evidence gushed forth like a fountain!
However, seeing that the flow had gotten clogged halfway through, Inspector Megure could only clear it manually. Following Cake Prince's lead, he asked, "Tell me about it in detail."
Cake Prince finally stopped holding back and pointed at the Candy Magician beside him. "This woman is extremely confident in her craft. She firmly believes that she can conquer every customer through flavor alone, and she has always refused to put effort into decoration.
"The store manager understood the importance of presentation. More than taste, she insisted that the Candy Magician make candies that looked appealing. That was how she gradually built up her popularity. But