"...That's the place."
Seated by the street-side window, Elenika looked at the building across from them and pointed toward Christina's wedding venue.
"There's only one chance. We can only succeed, not fail. Notify everyone to get as close to the Shibuya Hikari building as possible."
"Of course." The man beside her responded. Seeing that she had no further orders, he could not help asking, "By the way, about those people..."
"Don't worry about them." Elenika cut off his speculation. "We checked the resources. Nothing was tampered with. Since their goal isn't to hinder us, there's no need to spend that much effort on them. Just do what we need to do."
Since they had made no additional demands, that meant what she wanted to do was their objective.
Elenika understood that, but for the moment, she had no intention of digging into what exactly they wanted.
Her expression was remarkably calm, even more peaceful than she had imagined.
If they could capture Pramia and put that beast on trial, then their goal would finally be achieved.
And if they could not capture him, this would also be Pramia's final "performance," and their goal would vanish forever into the dust of time.
They had only one chance. Elenika had thought she would be angrier, or more emotionally unsettled, than she was now. Yet as she stared deeply at the building across the way, all she felt was an instinctive focus.
When Conan hurried into the restaurant, this was the Elenika he saw.
The woman held a cup of coffee, taking small sips while keeping her gaze fixed on Shibuya Hikari across the street.
That bearing, that quiet state as though she were gathering strength, was like a lion lying in wait in the grass, merely waiting for its prey to reveal