Gin opened the room door.
Vermouth had already removed her makeup, but she was naturally beautiful; even without any embellishments, she remained a stunning beauty.
The blonde-haired beauty let his golden hair fall loosely, a few strands resting lightly against his chest, subtly revealing the woman's exquisite curves.
“Speak, what is it?” Vermouth stepped forward, holding a bottle of Wine from an unknown source, its color deep red and its aroma enticing.
She slowly poured the wine into two wine glasses, handing one to Gin. "Make do for now; don't worry about the aeration."
Gin took it without any surprise: "You knew I was coming to see you?"
Vermouth nodded. The temperature in the Hotel room was a bit chilly—though within a range both could tolerate—as the Blonde-haired woman gave a playful wink: "Of course."
He leaned back against the Sofa with a light laugh, taking a small sip of Wine. "After all, if there are 'other things' to do, you needn't choose this time to do them."
Then why do you still try so tirelessly?
This was clearly a wicked whim unique to Vermouth.
Knowing that speaking was useless and that the other party would likely just mumble something to gloss over it, Gin did not bother to refute it.
She set down the liquor in her hand that he hadn't even taken a sip of—though it was obvious at a glance that the quality of this liquor was extraordinary—and her green eyes stared straight at Vermouth: "What did Bourbon ask you?"
The blonde-haired woman's expression froze.
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Author's Note: Thank you to the Little Angels who gave me Overlord Votes or provided Nutrient solution~
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Chapter 122: Interlude IV: I Want to Know About APTX486..
She set down the drink in her hand—which, despite not having taken a single sip, was clearly of exceptional quality—and stared directly at Vermouth with her green eyes: "What did Bourbon ask you?"
The Blonde-haired woman froze.
She lowered her eyes slightly, in an instant, she regained her usual smile, making that momentary stiffness seem like nothing more than an illusion.
But Gin knew it was no illusion.
At the same time, he also realized—he had hit the nail on the head.
..
In their last meeting before his departure, the Blonde-haired youth looked at him, his greyish-purple eyes filled with stubbornness.
He asked him, "Now, is this sentence still valid?"
Of course it is still valid.
Ever since that night in the Desert, the moment Gin promised him, he had already decided to reveal a part of the Truth.
Although if necessary.. he wouldn't mind going back on his word—after all, he wasn't exactly a man of his word—but for now, Gin has no intention of going back on it.
But not now.
Not now.
And so—
What did you find?
Gin asked back.
This was clearly a.. somewhat opportunistic way of asking. Knowing what Amuro Tooru currently knew, Gin would not reveal any "excessive" Truth.
In this situation, it was clearly most advantageous not to answer the question—after all, this would allow him to find flaws in the other party's response and obtain more relevant clues.
The prerequisite was—that the other party would answer.
Amuro Tooru clearly could not be certain whether Gin would answer him; or perhaps he had already made an estimation in his heart and was desperately searching for any relevant clues—unwilling to let even the slightest detail slip away.
No matter how many.
So he answered Gin.
“I know. The ones who were directly involved that day were Sheila, Cavendish, Akai Shuichi, while the ones indirectly involved were Rum and Heine.”
He did not continue speaking.
However, those greyish-purple eyes, which were merely staring at the silver-haired man, seemed to be asking the most subtle, yet most blunt, question.
—Did you take part in it?
Indirectly involved—" Gin thought with interest, then a seemingly mocking smile appeared on his face: "And me.
He added.
It also answered that question.
We all know that honesty is a good quality; we also know that not all honesty is met with a good reward.
Gin answered honestly, in response, Amuro Tooru swung a heavy punch at him.
..
Of course, he didn't hit him.
One could tell just by seeing that Gin was perfectly fine, his face as clean and refreshed as ever, without even a single scratch.
The silver-haired man calmly caught Bourbon's swinging fist and asked with feigned curiosity, "I really don't know why you care so much about that traitor's death."
This single sentence finally brought Bourbon back to his senses, his rationality having been nearly consumed by burning rage.
Amuro Tooru let out a cold laugh, his handsome, youthful face—which completely belied his actual age—filled with coldness and hostility. "Don't you think it's a bit too late to be asking that now?"
Furuya Rei was no fool.
Although he didn't know what Gin was thinking, it was clear that during that Desert trip, he had already discovered something was wrong.
It was simply that this TOP KILLER, who was quite renowned even within the Black Organization, had chosen not to expose him, that was all.
I am merely reminding you." Gin's voice was slightly cool, like the ice in Gin, both cold and hard: "Do not attempt to provoke me—it will not benefit you.
Bourbon did not answer.
“I can tell you what you want to know—but that depends on your own abilities,” Gin replied nonchalantly.
However, I don't think asking too much is a good thing for you.
Gin did not say this sentence aloud.
He changed the subject and said indifferently, "Scotland is an undercover for the Japanese Public Security. He has repeatedly passed information about the Black Organization to Public Security. Before the organization planned an operation, he obtained relevant intelligence from somewhere—"
Gin appeared completely unrepentant as he said this.
Making an appointment was one thing, but exposing oneself at a time like this was quite another.
"He obtained relevant intelligence from somewhere—and leaked it, sabotaging the organization's operation." In reality, he hadn't.
Gin was telling a half-truth.
The Organization takes this matter very seriously. It all basically started with Rum's several thorough investigations, which left every Middle-level cadre feeling on edge.
Bourbon frowned deeply.
Although he knew very little about the so-called 'Mission' from back then, he had personally experienced Rum's investigation. The intensity of that thorough investigation caused many Undercover to be exposed—in addition, many 'innocent' Cadre were also dragged into it, a memory that remained vivid to Bourbon.
But the cause Gin mentioned.. it's simply..
How could Kagemitsu be so reckless—not to mention, he had no idea about the so-called mission intelligence at all!
If Kagemitsu was truly discovered because of this matter, then why didn't he tell him even the slightest bit about it?
If Kagemitsu was not discovered because of this matter, then why would the Black Organization believe he was involved in it?
If Gin was lying.. why would he bother telling such an easily exposed lie?
For a moment, Bourbon felt that her once-proud reasoning skills were experiencing a poor connection.
No matter how powerful one's reasoning abilities are, they still require sufficient clues!
Gin did not stop—
..
Her smile remained as always—even though her heart was amidst a storm of turbulence—Vermouth maintained her composure: "Why do you say that?"
Gin was very candid. She knew that at this moment, her candor would only serve to pressure the other party: "Bourbon told me that he knows. 'The ones who participated directly that day were Sheila, Cavendish, Akai Shuichi, while those who participated indirectly were Rum and Heine.'"
.”
The Blonde-haired woman's eyes narrowed slightly.
Gin took everything in, yet remained unmoved: "Tell me, how did he find out?"
Vermouth felt her head beginning to ache.
Her temples throbbed. If Gin were not here, this peerless beauty, who could kill in a conversation without anyone noticing, would likely have raised her hand to her forehead.
But since Gin was there, she abandoned the thought.
Not only that, but she even had to do her best to restrain herself from showing any signs of her frustration.
To be honest, even Vermouth's heart was collapsing at this moment.
It was undeniable that even though Bourbon held something over her, this so-called leverage was no panacea—to think she would willingly allow herself to be used just because of some leverage was to underestimate Vermouth far too much.
Bourbon was well aware of this.
And the reason she would intentionally or unintentionally reveal a bit of it.. was actually because, at her core, she was somewhat looking forward to the show.
A good show in every sense of the word—not just regarding Bourbon, but also regarding the Black Organization.
After all, it's much more interesting to muddy the waters.
But she didn't expect this small matter to have much of an impact either; more than anything, she just wanted to find some amusement. At most, it could be considered a twisted sense of humor.
Unexpectedly, she ended up getting herself into trouble this time.