"This really is something important." Facing the now-serious Vermouth, Tangze merely flashed a toothy smile. "No wonder Kir was so nervous."
Kir...
Mulling over that codename, Vermouth's gaze turned colder.
Today, she had not disguised herself as anyone Tangze knew. She was merely dressed as a young office worker, using the excuse of being an Akechi Goro fan to approach him. Her emotions were more exposed than usual, easily revealing feelings Tangze could catch.
Tangze curled his lips.
This really was a question only Vermouth could answer.
Aside from Gin, whose age was unknown and whose time in the organization was difficult to judge, most other codename members of the organization—including Rum, who was hardly young anymore—probably did not know as much about this matter as Vermouth did.
It was known that when Yukiko was still Yukiko Fujimine, Sharon Vineyard had already been a famous stage actress. At the very least, during the five or six decades she had been Sharon Vineyard, she had spent more than half that time in the public eye. She had not simply appeared out of nowhere.
That meant Vermouth had to be at least older than Sharon Vineyard. In other words, Rum definitely counted as a junior before her.
As for the story that took place at the funeral of Renya Karasuma, the wealthy man who had "died" half a century ago, nobody should know its possible causes and consequences better than she did.
Combined with the intelligence from Tooru Amuro regarding Vermouth's possible true identity, this question became even more credible.
"I'd like to say this isn't something you should be asking about, but as you said, cognition has meaning. It leaves traces. It's already impossible to expect you to forget this." Vermouth took a deep breath, calming herself. "As for your question,