In just one night, the fashionable color among Victoria's noble young ladies had become a gorgeous, mysterious deep purple.
No one knew why.
The girls pinned blue irises to their chests and eagerly attended tea parties, only to discover in surprise that not only were they dressed this way, but every springtime maiden in sight wore a blooming blue iris on her chest.
"How could this..."
"But..."
"Ah..."
The salons, which should have been enthusiastically sharing gossip and experiences, suddenly fell somewhat silent. Flames burned between the silent girls—fires that could neither be seen nor touched. In terms of sheer intensity, they were somewhat like the thirty-kilometer wall of fire at the Ursus-Kazimierz border that never went out.
Those flames were not directed at Sixth Serenade.
They were directed at the other women. This was the meeting of love rivals and love rivals, enough to rival a war.
This was the thief's composure.
The girls' tea party proceeded with extreme difficulty. The detective was already on her way. Hoshino had brought May and Tina with her, intending to personally tear apart the so-called "Phantom's" imagined mask and let Tina see a phantom thief who toyed with girls' hearts.
It was difficult to enter a noble girls' tea party without an invitation, but that was no obstacle for a detective.
Hoshino stood before the girls, sorrow visible in her eyes. Seeing this, May lowered her head and quietly spoke into her recorder. "All the girls here are wearing purple. Is this related to that detective's archrival? Have we entered her territory?"
Hoshino remained silent.
As an uninvited guest, she seated herself at the head of the table and threw out words that drove the noble girls mad.
"If I'm not mistaken."
She paused slightly.
"Everyone present is a victim."
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