In the living room.
Curacao carefully held Haibara Ai in her arms.
Gently combing through the hair Vermouth had messed up earlier.
"You're really starting to look the part..."
Haibara Ai noticed the light stirring in Curacao's eyes.
That heartfelt sense of happiness could not have been faked.
Although she did not know Curacao well.
Perhaps Curacao's background and experiences, so similar to Lin Xinyi's, had made her sympathetic.
Or perhaps she had truly been moved by that look in her eyes.
Curled up in the arms of this cold-blooded female assassin, she actually felt an inexplicable sense of safety.
So Miss Haibara finally withdrew the wariness hidden in her eyes.
And quietly lowered her hand from the Tranquilizer Watch, which had been ready to fire at any moment.
In the end, she lazily curled into a ball and enjoyed the warm embrace.
Compared to Haibara Ai, who was gradually lowering her guard, the three actual elementary school children—Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta—had taken a liking to this beautiful older sister with differently colored eyes from the very beginning.
As if drawn by the stars surrounding the moon, they unconsciously gathered around Curacao:
"Hey, hey~"
"Big sister, why are your eyes different colors?"
Ayumi blinked her large eyes and asked curiously.
"This... I was probably born that way."
"I'm not really sure either."
"Then are you a foreigner, big sister?"
Children's curiosity never stopped:
"Your hair is the same color as Chris's hair!"
"This..." Curacao frowned slightly.
She tried to recall that blank stretch of her past, only to trigger waves of headache.
So she could only force a smile in front of the children.
"I don't know if I'm a foreigner either."
"I probably am?"
"Huh?" The children finally sensed something was wrong. "Big sister, how can you not even