"Then how about this?" Facing Hijikata's roar, Sogo Doma chuckled. "On the surface, he's an ordinary high school student, but his true identity is a superhero. Just like how, on the surface, he's an elementary schooler, but his true identity is a great detective..."
"Don't just force that laundry-machine gag onto me! A great detective and a superhero are way too different, aren't they?"
"In the world of Detective Conan, great detectives are superheroes!" Sogo Doma retorted. "I wasn't just forcing it in, okay? Mr. Hijikata, don't you think the Black Organization in the Detective Conan world could be replaced by the Shinomiya Family?"
"How exactly can a criminal organization be substituted for a massive conglomerate..." Hijikata roared in complaint.
But he had barely gotten halfway through his complaint when Sogo Doma's certain voice came through the phone. "Mr. Hijikata, you're actually a seasoned manga fan, aren't you?"
Toshiro Hijikata: "Huh?"
D-Damn it, he was the Demon Vice-Chief! Manga didn't suit his image, did it? Cold sweat beaded on Toshiro Hijikata's forehead. Damn it, why did he have to let it slip in front of Sogo of all people...
This was actually Toshiro Hijikata's personal secret. The Demon Vice-Chief, who handled everything with rigid precision and acted with ruthless decisiveness, had an otaku living deep within his heart...
To that, Toshiro Hijikata could only remain silent. "..."
A curse—he had to have been cursed. It was the curse of a demonic blade... Toshiro Hijikata looked at the newly replaced sword in his hand and thought about it. Ugh, it probably wasn't the sword's fault.
Right, it had to be mayonnaise... Toshiro Hijikata looked at the mayonnaise lighter in his hand. Did that mean he had to quit mayonnaise? At that thought, the Demon Vice-Chief frantically shook his head. It definitely