"..."
Vodka froze for a moment, then silently sat back down.
...Calm down.
Maybe this was Uzo's real script. He absolutely could not act rashly and offer himself up as a tragic actor.
...Vodka began searching for a new angle.
He had actually collected quite a few reports related to Uzo—partly because Brother Gin occasionally read them, and as his assistant, he naturally could not know nothing about them.
On the other hand, Vodka had always believed that no matter how mysterious and unpredictable the methods were, there had to be patterns to follow. Even if he did not know exactly how things happened, he had to at least grasp the patterns and signs present when they did—the more thoroughly he understood Uzo, the more likely he would be able to avoid the poison hand this guy secretly reached out when danger descended.
And now...
Vodka carefully recalled the experience he had summarized before.
Then he thought: judging by Uzo's preferences, even if Miss Kaoru, who was alone, ran into trouble, the one who acted against her would only be someone she knew in the house, not some distant outsider. A passing serial killer or a purely sudden accident would not suit Uzo's tastes either.
"..." If it was someone familiar, then things were simple.
Vodka sneered, and an idea swiftly formed in his mind.
—Keep a close eye on the two bastard men in the living room! Never give them a chance to slip out and kill Miss Kaoru!
Vodka nodded to himself. Of those two bastards, one was Miss Kaoru's fiancé. And as everyone knew, cases of spouses killing each other were hardly rare, let alone when they were merely engaged. Besides, Kenzaki Osamu had a shifty look about him, and he could not even be bothered to