After a clap of thunder exploded overhead, the patter of rain began outside the window. Fine threads of rain fell, striking the stone floor and raising a mist of water.
It was raining.
Glancing at the time, Tangze looked at the paintings and clock in the dining room with a subtle expression before turning his attention back to the people around the table, each wearing a different look.
Mamiya Mitsuru gripped his knife and fork tightly. Mamiya Kito's face had gone somewhat pale. It was clear that both of them knew exactly what he was referring to, and they were alarmed by that bizarre, uncanny legend.
Masayo Mamiya, on the other hand, remained seated as calmly as a mountain. Seeing that neither man spoke, she snorted at Tangze. "What nonsense are you talking about? Did our family fail to entertain you properly? Is that why you're using words like 'curse' to mock us?"
"This isn't nonsense, ma'am. Such an incident really did happen. Look, your son and grandson have both heard of it. Still, Brother Tang Ze's version is a little different from the one I heard." Conan glanced at Joker, feeling that he had guessed some of the other man's intentions. He explained the matter Tangze had just mentioned. "Forty years ago, a tragedy occurred in a castle deep in the mountains. The owner of that castle was also a wealthy tycoon. After he died, his family held a memorial gathering in the castle to mourn him."
"I've heard about it, but I don't know the details very well." Mamiya Kito rubbed the back of his neck and spoke quietly. "There are actually many versions of what happened. Aside from the version this friend just mentioned, some say that banquet was actually a secret auction for Renya Karasuma's collections,