Who Is He? (4)

A heavy silence settled inside the lavishly decorated dining room.

The chandelier was so enormous that, if its chain snapped, it looked capable of summoning Conan and Kindaichi at once, yet it proudly illuminated the dignified mafia mansion.

Even that brightness couldn't erase the awkward atmosphere that had formed between the two of us.

“……”

“……”

It had been only a few minutes since I had suggested that we talk about why she had arranged this meeting.

But neither she nor I seemed inclined to lead the conversation.

In the end, we naturally focused on eating.

A table knife embossed with an elegant pattern smoothly sliced through the gently grilled steak.

With only the weight of a knife that weighed less than 100 grams, the thick steak began to reveal its red interior...