He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

"Sweet Potato Roast... Sweet Potato, you should have brought out such important news sooner!"

"There was nothing we could do. They were too discreet. If we hadn't interviewed the eyewitnesses, the intelligence department wouldn't have known about this."

"I'll go, since I have a lot of connections in the US."

Watching the beautiful figure hurriedly leave, Gin felt a strange, hidden unease.

"Was Vermouth... always this diligent?"

of course not.

This is just the boss's task.

——————————————Last night——————————————————

"You're here early, Zero."

"My lord."

A woman dressed as a black butler bowed respectfully.

After exhausting himself to convince Lucifer that he was a decent villain of the new era who did evil every day, and not some pervert who liked to mess with Ace and Ame, Kurosaki Azami summoned his subordinates who were in Tokyo managing Hyakkaou's affairs.

X-Ghoul Zero—no, it was Azami Kurosaki who, after becoming the head of the Hyakugaku family, bestowed upon her the surname "Kurogaku" and made her his secretary to help him handle daily affairs.

"And this is...?"

Looking at Lucifer still sitting on Azami Kurosaki's bed, Zero Kurogaki pondered for a moment, then tentatively said:

"Master...Madam?"

"That's not important, Zero, let's get down to business first."

If Her Majesty the Queen were to lose her temper, I wouldn't be able to stop her. It would be such a waste for such a useful subordinate to die here.

"See that woman hanging from the ceiling? Take out her [Memory Disc]."

Unable to see Lucifer's horns and tail hidden by magic, Kuroko Zero turned her head, and the White Snake's hand reached towards Vermouth's head.

"Vermouth, granddaughter of the brewery boss, Renya Karasuma, also known as Chris Vineyard..."

Just like a high school girl whose skirt is lifted up by a villain in an alley, exposing her underwear, Vermouth's privacy is completely exposed, even things like how she wet the bed when she was a few years old are known to the Passion Organization.

"I see... Okay, I think I know what to do."

After planting a flesh bud in the unconscious Vermouth, Kurosaki Azami dismissed his secretary.

"Since this woman is Conan's godmother, maybe she's not Conan's 'enemy' and could kill him... No, after all, she has connections with the Black Organization, so we can't put all our hopes on her."

That's right. As for Conan, the most cunning of the three heroes, Kurosaki Azami's strategy is to "manipulate the people around Conan to deal with him," and he has researched all sorts of bizarre plans for this purpose.

For example, they could send members of the organization's medical department to Teitan Elementary School for a physical examination, give Conan's blood sample and various data to Ai Haibara, and have her create an antidote for the shrinking drug so that Conan could grow bigger while bathing with Ran...

Three days later, Ai Haibara's feasibility report showed that due to the lack of live samples, the antidote would take at least five years to develop.

Five years?

Five years have passed, and fate has scattered Azami Kurosaki's ashes!

So, what are you planning to do?

Relying on the fact that his trousers wouldn't expose him, Lucifer asked in a seductive, sinful pose while lounging on the bed.

"Do it this way."

Commanding the tentacle monster to release Vermouth, Kurosaki Azami extended tiny blood vessels from his fingertips and inserted them into her mouth.

"Um...where am I?"

Her hazy thoughts were quickly replaced by the evil consciousness within the blood, and Vermouth's personal will was gained and then lost.

"Leave Japan within three days, go to America to contact your connections, and then follow my orders."

Before leaving Japan, find a way to attack Conan. The method is up to you, but don't let anyone find out.

"Understood... Boss..."

She stood up, dazed and confused, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute."

After 18 hours of tentacle play, Kurosaki Azami's bedroom was covered in mud.

Sweat, saliva, Tiger Balm, the tentacle monster's slime, and the unknown liquid from which Kurosaki Azami refuses to consider its origin...

"Clean the room before you leave. The mop and air freshener are in the bathroom. Hurry up."

"yes....."

——————————————Back to the present———————————————————

"By the way, why did you send that woman to America?"

Today is Saturday, and Kurosaki Azami, who doesn't have to go to school, took a rare nap and didn't get up until 8 o'clock to make breakfast.

With his mouth stuffed full of chocolate pancakes, Lucifer glared at the scum of humanity across from him.

"You said yesterday that Sugiiwa Dosaki and Hikari Shinomiya are currently unable to deal with me, but that may change in the future."

Kurosaki Azami lowered his head and continued to work on the scrambled eggs on his plate.

Unlike Conan's sudden enlightenment-like upgrade, although their magical comprehension and abilities have greatly improved, they need time to cultivate and consolidate them.

"What I need to do is postpone their arrival as much as possible."

Shinomiya Hikari is alright, since his businesses are in Japan, so he can't just disappear. However, Dosaki Sugiiwa's businesses are mainly in France and the United States, so the Passion Organization doesn't have that much influence.

Let Vermouth cause him trouble; if those three unlucky guys get together, I'll really have a headache.

As for Conan.....

"Lucifer, have you read Rousseau's books?"

Her Majesty the Queen was stunned.

"Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains."

Everyone is a slave to fate, and even the act of 'rebelling against fate' is carried out under the arrangement of fate.

You once asked me if I was like Kirari Momobami?

No, you and I are the same.

A sudden remark made Lucifer forget to continue eating.

"You said you wanted to fight against fate, right? Me too, especially when fate wants to kill me."

The rising sun shone through the window, illuminating half of Kurosaki Azami's face—in the shadows, the other half of her face was adorned with the Crimson King.

His face was handsome and gentle in the sunlight, but ferocious and cold in the shadows.

"Fate is like an earthworm. Even if I tear it to shreds, it will still crawl out from the cracks in the rocks to hinder me and make me feel uneasy."

The gentle male voice turned deep and resonant, bursting forth with malice.

"This time I will completely abandon all principles and only seek victory."

Destroying you is the last thing on my mind.

I didn't want any regrets; only one thought remained in my mind.

"I'll do anything, no matter how many people die, as long as I can 'actually' kill Conan in front of me—"

--It will be all right."

The Conan arc may be disturbing to some readers; please view with caution...

Chapter 130 The Devil's Birthday Gift

The entrance to a private elementary school in Minato Ward, Tokyo.

"Hiroki didn't come to PE class again?"

"Yeah, he must have taken another day off to play computer games!"

Several elementary school students chattered amongst themselves, their words filled with discontent and jealousy, their malicious gazes occasionally falling on the white-haired boy in the corner.

School bullying is a serious problem in Japan, and even the royal princess is not immune. The neglect of these children will certainly not spare this 10-year-old prodigy.

Hiroki Sawada.

My parents divorced, my mother remarried, and I lived with my mother and stepfather for several years before my mother passed away.

He was usually quiet and reserved, and spent all his time on the computer, which made him a freak in the eyes of the children.

Aside from liking anime and games like Kamen Rider and Pokémon like other kids, his skills and looks would surely make him a popular figure at the school.

Unfortunately not.

"Is it meaningful to stare at that pile of stupid numbers all day? I think he's crazy!"

"Exactly! My mom said Hiroki is amazing and wants us to be friends with him. Are you kidding me? I don't want to hang out with a weirdo..."

Uneducated children are the closest thing to wild animals among human beings.

They might rescue a drowning ant out of inexplicable pity, or deliberately knock over an innocent pregnant woman just for fun.

It's just ignoring classmates who don't fit in; what does that mean to a group of innocent children?

The children spoke loudly, completely disregarding Hiroki Sawada—or rather, they were speaking to him on purpose.

However, the 10-year-old boy with white hair and silver eyes was still typing away at the keyboard without any distraction.

His classmates' words failed to stir his emotions; the white-haired boy needed to focus his attention on more important matters.

“Great, this part of the code is finished. The software system that my father asked me to develop will be completed soon. I’ll hand it over to him tonight… No, no, my father will definitely give me new tasks again right away. I’d better wait a couple of days.”

If I give it to him now, he won't be able to go to sleep before 11 p.m.

More than these pieces of junk, I'd rather spend my time finishing 'that thing'....

He took out the potent mint he always carried with him, and the irritation in his silver eyes was blown away by the cool whirlwind in his mouth.

Hiroki Sawada, the stepson of the chairman of Sindora Corporation, continued typing on the keyboard.

————————————————The Crimson King———————————————————