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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [25]

"I'm sorry, but where you're going next depends on whether or not you're the murderer," Satō said flatly.

Ever since hearing from Miyamoto Yumi about Shōichi’s car-stealing stunt, Satō had taken a strong dislike to him—clearly, this guy was nothing but trouble.

Shōichi gave a light shake of his head.

This lady officer really had no respect for him at all.

"I don’t mind skipping dinner, but there’s a child here who hasn’t eaten yet," he said mildly.

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [24]

“Recently, every time I come home, the furniture’s been moved around. I’ve also been getting strange photos. And those silent phone calls every day… It’s really terrifying.”

Okino Yōko explained everything to Mouri Kogoro.

When Kogoro heard that his idol was being stalked by some unknown creep, he flew into a rage.

He took the case immediately and accompanied Yōko home to investigate in secret.

Seeing her father’s hopelessly smitten expression, Ran felt...

Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [23]

“It’s not that—the decision to enter the entertainment industry was mine alone. My family doesn’t really support me,” Shōichi said earnestly.

“I see,” Yamagishi Eiichi nodded, though his enthusiasm cooled.

If this were a Sumitomo-backed move, there’d be no need to hesitate.

But if it was just Shōichi himself, it wasn’t worth the risk.

Without the family behind him, he was no different from any other outsider trying to break in—someone the sharks w...

Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [22]

At the bar, Shōichi sat casually on a stool in his white shirt and ordered a juice from the bartender.

Before long, a blond-haired delinquent walked in with his lackey.

Shōichi passed the glass of milk beside him to the blond.

Gin accepted it naturally, paused when he noticed what it was, took a small sip, then set it back down.

“What did you call me here for?” he asked flatly.

Shōichi swirled his orange juice, eyes fixed on the singer performing on stage....

Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [21]

Sunlight spilled into the room.

Haibara blinked awake, carefully easing away the hand resting on her.

But as she moved, Shōichi stirred. She froze instantly, letting his hand rest on her head for a long moment before daring to shift again.

When she finally slipped free, Haibara let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Holding her shoes, she tiptoed out of Shōichi’s bedroom without a sound.

That was too close. Way too close.

He’d almost grilled her yes...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [50]

“I can’t go with you.”

That single sentence froze Laurent in place.

Despair? Shock? Disbelief?

He stared at Jeanne as if he hadn’t heard her right—then let out a short, shaky laugh.

“What nonsense are you talking about? I have power now—I can save you from all this.”

Jeanne’s eyes lingered on his broken, bloodied form.

“But you’ll be reviled as a demon for hundreds, thousands—even tens of thousands of years. Laurent… you’ve done ...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [49]

“Witch, hurry up and sign this confession!”

Ever since Jeanne’s capture, the English had bought her from the Burgundians and charged her with twelve crimes.

The Church should have held a proper trial—but after a few hollow formalities, they condemned her outright. Because she was accused of blasphemy, she wasn’t kept in a nun’s cell, but locked up like a common criminal.

To protect herself from violation, she wore men’s clothing—harder to remove than a woman�...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [48]

“Hurry! Go ransom the Holy Maiden!”

Three days had passed since Jeanne’s capture. Gilles de Rais still had no idea where she’d been taken—but one thing was certain: the Burgundians hadn’t killed her.

When the news spread, the city’s mood turned grim. Gilles rushed back, pleading with King Charles VII to ransom Jeanne immediately.

This time, however, the king said nothing.

“What’s going on? Why aren’t you ransoming the Holy Maiden?”

A cold se...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [47]

May 23rd. Jeanne went to Compiègne to hold off the advancing English and Burgundian forces.

The fighting had raged for over ten days, ever since May tenth.

This time, the English had brought significant reinforcements. At first, Jeanne’s forces managed to hold their ground, but as more enemies arrived, even she found it harder and harder to resist.

“All troops, fall back into Compiègne! We’ll regroup and strike again once our position is stable!”

Standing at ...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [46]

Hundreds of angels hovered silently beneath the blazing white sky, golden eyes fixed on Laurent—cold, identical, utterly devoid of emotion.

Even that alone was enough to darken Laurent’s expression to something feral.

The air grew crushingly heavy, a pressure so great his body trembled under it, every nerve howling in pain.

Though this wasn’t the true Realm of Divinity, the angels had recreated it well enough—a false heaven, built for their descent.

La...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [790]

Johann had returned, reuniting joyfully with Pheles—that alone was certainly cause for celebration.

Pheles and Wilhelmina were both deeply moved by seeing Johann again.

However, Shana couldn’t feel any happiness at all.

“Why are you here?! Where’s Nitocris? What happened to Nitocris?!”

Shana did not lower her blade; her eyes, blazing scarlet, were fixed fiercely on Johann and Pheles, as if she might lose her reason and strike at any moment.

“Shana! Ca...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [789]

“Johann… Johann…”

But Nitocris’s earnest persuasion couldn’t reach Pheles’s ears at all. The only thing on her mind was the Reiji Maigo—or rather, Johann’s soul sleeping within it.

“As expected, you can't understand human speech after all...”

Looking at Pheles, Nitocris felt a strange déjà vu, as if she were facing Salome again. Both these women were deeply obsessed with a man named Johann, incessantly murmuring his name—as if not repeating...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [788]

“You went too far,” Alastor spoke.

“For someone who habitually uses lies to deceive herself, strong medicine is needed,” Nitocris replied casually. “If I didn’t do this, she'd never face her own heart.”

Exactly that—she absolutely wasn't displeased by Wilhelmina or acting out of petty revenge.

Nitocris glanced meaningfully at Wilhelmina, then turned toward Shana. “Shana, there's something I must ask you on behalf of Wilhelmina. Just give me your honest feel...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [787]

The maid, not skilled in conversation, immediately killed the atmosphere.

At the instant her words dropped, the air seemed to freeze—icy and heavy.

“Wilhelmina…”

Shana’s expression turned anxious, trying to say something, but Wilhelmina’s heavy gaze silenced her.

“The current you doesn’t resemble a Flame Haze at all. It seems that during my absence, you have forgotten much of what you learned before, de arimasu.”

After speaking, Wilhelmina glanc...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [786]

“A Flame Haze?”

Nitocris’s words caused Shana's pretty face to shift slightly. Her fluttering heartbeat gradually calmed down, and her powerful sense of duty instantly switched her into the Flame Haze mindset.

Even though she didn't sense the distinctive dissonance normally surrounding a Flame Haze, she believed in Nitocris and trusted Nitocris’s perception.

“Hmm… as long as Shana lets out her presence, that one should retreat and leave... probably?” Alastor's ...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [308]

Five days had passed since Mizuno registered his three Uma Musume into their respective G2 races.

Under continuous rainbow-colored friendship training these past days, the girls' abilities had further improved, raising their odds of winning the upcoming competitions by another margin.

And now, only two days remained until Urara’s race.

Due to her inherent lack of talent, Urara's abilities still couldn't match prodigies like Tokai Teio. Despite identical training intensity,...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [307]

Time flies, slipping away unnoticed like an arrow through the air.

Two weeks had already passed since Mizuno first began living at Tracen Academy, focusing solely on raising the strength of his team’s Uma Musume.

During these days, aside from his daily training routines, Mizuno also regularly invited experienced Uma Musume to share their racing insights with the team’s young girls.

For instance…

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“Allow me to introduce her—this is Tracen’s outstand...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [306]

And just as Mizuno was chatting with Kiryuin Aoi, a familiar face they’d just mentioned in their conversation appeared on the academy practice field, accompanied by his assigned Uma Musume.

Though small in stature, the guy radiated a warm and yasashii aura, dressed smartly in a crisp suit, carrying a bouquet of vivid red roses, looking every bit like a gentle, boyish gentleman.

His Uma Musume was similarly petite, shorter than her trainer by exactly a head. Sweet-natured and ado...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [305]

An hour later, Team TAC's young girls gathered as usual on the grassy edge of the academy's practice field, standing quietly in front of Mizuno, awaiting his announcement of today’s training plans.

But today was slightly different from usual, because standing beside Mizuno were three additional beautiful girls, each with shoulder-length short hair.

“Ahem...” Mizuno cleared his throat and raised his left hand, pointing at Air Groove, who stood to his left, as he explained to ...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [304]

By the time Daiwa Scarlet, who was in charge of pushing Mizuno’s wheelchair today, arrived at the tent to pick him up, the water stains on the bed had been completely erased by Rudolf and the others. The girls, who’d been tempting him with wet clothes, had dried off thoroughly, changed into fresh outfits, and even sprayed Mizuno with a bit of freshener to mask the heavy scent they'd left on him overnight.

The four Uma Musume sat casually on the bed, keeping a careful distance from M...