Conan grew even more suspicious. Yet Hashimoto Maya, the one who looked most like a "foreigner," had the most solid alibi.
Jiang Xia had already nodded. "That's indeed the case."
Suzuki Sonoko scratched her head. "There aren't any other foreigners here either, so..."
She suddenly looked at the French agent. "Your beard—is it fake?"
"Of course not!" The agent hurriedly waved his hands. "This is a genuine beard!"
Suzuki Sonoko was determined to verify it. "Can I give it a few tugs?"
The agent: "..."
Just as the great battle to defend the beard was about to begin, a series of heavy footsteps sounded from the doorway.
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw a soaking-wet middle-aged man. He wore a knee-length coat drenched with rainwater, and his sharply defined features... made him look very much like a foreigner!
"Geralt!" The agent's face lit up with joy, and he immediately forgot all about the attacker. He trotted over. "You finally made it."
Kana's Younger Brother also showed a relieved smile. No longer mentioning the attacker, he said to the others, "Allow me to introduce him. This is tonight's guest of honor—Mr. Geralt Tenma."
Geralt Tenma nodded at them. "There was no one in the 1st Floor lobby. I heard some commotion upstairs, so I came up without asking."
He looked around the guest room, his gaze settling on the still-shaken Mrs. Kana. "What happened here?"
"It's a long story." Kana's Younger Brother said eagerly, "You rushed all the way here and haven't had a chance to rest yet, right? Come change into some clothes, then we can eat in the banquet hall and talk."
One by one, everyone left the room. Conan, however, lagged behind a few steps and quietly remained inside.
In the corridor, Hashimoto Maya glanced back