Tangze: Here, Take the Pen and Write It Yourself

"Was it just my imagination? Ever since the Moriyama Teiji case, hasn't the Phantom Thief Troupe's activity level seemed to drop?"

Tangze first calmly swallowed the food in his mouth, lest he choke to death on the outrageous remark from across the table in the middle of a perfectly good meal. Only then did he raise his head and silently look at the elementary schooler sitting opposite him.

"Is there some special reason? Or was the period of intense activity before that itself the special reason?" The fake elementary schooler sitting across from him with his arms folded clearly had no intention of letting the matter go. He stared directly at Tangze, waiting for an answer.

"You're very curious about the Phantom Thief Troupe?" Tangze tilted his head and looked Conan up and down. The meat pie stuffed in his mouth did nothing to hinder his clear speech. "I noticed you often secretly watch me."

Other than Tangze's disguises, which he could never take off on his own initiative, oh, and the true nature of his cognitive abilities, the real identities of his other teammates, his connection with Kaito Kid, and so on... Tangze considered the Phantom Thief Troupe fairly honest with Conan.

...All right, now that he counted carefully, they really were hiding quite a lot from him.

But with the conversation having reached this point, Conan had elevated the Phantom Thief Troupe from ordinary hot-blooded manga vigilantes to something on the level of a salvation committee. Tangze couldn't exactly tear down his own image, could he?

In short, Tangze felt rather wronged by Conan's assumptions.

Especially since, if Conan asked him to explain in detail why they did all this, he genuinely wouldn't be able to say anything.

The Phantom Thief Troupe had been born from Tangze's own