The vast Twilight Mansion now only has three people: Karasuma Renya, Gin, and Vermouth.

This was decided after Absinthe had discussed it with his grandfather for a while.

So she quietly reached into her clothes and pressed the transmitter that the police had given her.

I'm so glad that my identity has prevented Karasuma Renya and Gin from suspecting that Vermouth thinks this way.

However, she was unwilling to take down these two injured people on her own and hand them over to the police.

No matter what, one was his own grandfather, and the other was his grandfather's good dog.

Having come to this point, wounded to the point of near death, yet still risking his life to crawl back to his grandfather's side, this cannot be summed up by the single word "loyalty."

Not to mention, in order to conceal his presence, Gin even abandoned his proud long, straight silver hair.

"These kinds of people are really hard to understand," Absinthe thought.

I don't want to understand it anyway.

“Chris,” Karasuma Renya’s call interrupted her reverie. Vermouth noticed her grandfather staring intently at her with a half-smile. “You seem to be particularly lucky!”

"How many times have you escaped capture?"

The questioning was calm, seemingly just out of curiosity or casual conversation, but Vermouth sensed disbelief in it.

No, it should be said that he was certain he had betrayed his country.

"You disappeared before you went to Uta Island, didn't you?" Karasuma Renya continued to ask, "That's how you evaded the FBI, and later the Self-Defense Forces' encirclement and suppression."

"When I went to meet that detective Toyama, I accidentally got knocked unconscious by him." Vermouth shifted the blame to Yoruichi Toyama without any remorse.

"He probably guessed that Goji Island was a trap set for him, and thought I was some innocent outsider, so he didn't want me to come along."

Karasuma Renya remained noncommittal, neither nodding nor shaking his head, but a ghostly fire seemed to flicker in his green eyes, which were strikingly similar to Vermouth's.

"Later, Rum organized an operation, right?" he said. "You went back and told him that there was a list of undercover agents within the Public Security Bureau, and suggested sending Curaçao?"

Vermouth nodded firmly: "I found out by chance. That detective, Toyama, has always had the support of the Public Security Bureau. I overheard their conversation."

“But Curaçao was captured, while you escaped and returned.”

"Because Bourbon was an undercover agent!" Vermouth said angrily. "Rum's judgment of people is really terrible. He treated a secret police officer as a confidant for so many years."

This time, Karasuma Renya nodded in agreement.

"So that police officer colluded with someone inside to arrest Rum as well?"

“Not just rum,” Vermouth added, “but also me, Ireland, and Kiel.”

"I can only say that the people escorting me were novices; I actually managed to find an opportunity to jump out of the car."

As she spoke, she belatedly raised her eyebrows, looking surprised.

"You're not doubting me, are you, Grandpa?"

"What?" Karasuma Renya looked at her and slowly asked, "Can't I doubt you?"

They're only one step away from truly breaking off relations.

Vermouth pondered for a moment whether to continue playing along or simply step forward and pin this brat, who was no match for her, to the ground.

However, it seems that he has no backup plan at all.

This was highly unusual for Karasuma Renya, a young man who was already capable of strategizing and planning.

Gin remained silent as the strange grandfather and grandson conversed, standing quietly in the shadows by the window.

Only then did he say, "You've arrived."

Karasuma Renya and Absinthe both fell silent.

Gin quickly drew all the curtains and waved for the two to walk to the back of the room behind the window.

Not long after, the sounds of car engines and countless walkie-talkies working simultaneously, accompanied by static interference, could be heard.

Next, the police will issue a public address via loudspeaker.

Gin didn't even listen, turned off the lights, and dragged Karasuma Renya and Vermouth out to hide in the corridor.

Just as Vermouth was about to mock him for his uneven steps, yet he was running quite fast, a series of crisp sounds suddenly came from inside the door, which wasn't fully closed.

The several striking craters hidden by the modified door indicated that they had just escaped a round of gunfire.

Okay, so this means I'm no longer of any use and can be killed along with everyone else, right?

Absinthe immediately got angry, but found there was nothing she could do.

What the police want is no longer for the "leader of the dark organization to be brought to justice," but for everything belonging to this organization to disappear forever.

With Shiho Miyano in their hands and the organization already falling apart, they no longer needed Renya Karasuma.

This is really...

Absinthe turned to look at her grandfather in the darkness, thinking that ending the lives of these two old fogies like this wasn't so bad after all.

She felt she had lived for far too long.

However, Karasuma Renya clearly did not think so.

He was forced to lie face down on the corridor floor by Gin, when he suddenly grinned.

Just like a real high school student about to play a prank.

“Give them a little shock!” he said, then pressed something with his finger.

With a deafening roar, the sound was earth-shattering.

It was clearly chaotic outside, with shouts of "Baka!" and "Fuck!" ringing out incessantly.

"A total of 34 high-yield bombs were installed inside and outside this villa, all of which could be detonated remotely."

Karasuma Renya's words sounded more like they were addressed to a traitor who had already been exposed, rather than to his own granddaughter.

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