"So, he really was with the organization, and he had a codename." After listening to Vermouth's account over the phone, Tangze knowingly asked.
Although Tangze knew Irish's appearance and their history of bad blood very well, Kumeru should not have known.
When it came to role-playing, Tangze had always possessed a craftsman's dedication.
"Your mind does work quickly." As she toyed with the flowers in the vase, she teased him with a faint smile at the corner of her lips.
"If he didn't have a codename, then even if he had ties to the organization, I don't think you would have specifically made this call." After explaining his logic, Tangze changed the subject and lowered his voice. "Someone in the organization who has a grudge against me... Hmm, let me think..."
Listening to his calm, gentle voice, which sounded as though he was not angry in the slightest, Vermouth smiled. "You're that certain? Maybe he's just some organization member whose interests are connected to mine?"
"Would you have one?" Tangze asked in return. "And someone stupid enough to follow me?"
Vermouth laughed twice, using silence as her answer.
Indeed, at this stage, Vermouth and Kumeru's greatest shared interests were Shinichi Kudo and Ran Mouri, both secrets that could not be known by the rest of the organization. Vermouth would not easily seek the organization's help.
And if he were not a codename member, Vermouth would not even bother making this call, because the call could also be seen as her believing Irish would not get anything good from Kumeru's hands and pleading for him.
Of course, it was not a major issue, but it could still count as a modest favor. If it were some ordinary low-ranking member, then death was simply death. Why would she bother wasting her energy?