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

"Alright, we just need to wait a few more days before our lovely 'Judas' makes his appearance."

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"As expected, it was effortless..."

Looking at the exquisite magic circle in front of him, Shirogane Kei nodded in satisfaction.

Although I later consulted with Azaki about whether it was normal for a 14-year-old not to have awakened his Stand, Azaki said that my "desire" was insufficient and that even if I had awakened my Stand, it would be difficult to control.

Although she was a little sad, her achievements in the demonic path swept away her disappointment.

The Silver Warrior has decided to impart all the magic of the Janesta family to her, so that she may inherit his magic path.

"Hmph, you idiot brother, you're not the most talented person in the Shirogane family, Kono Shirogane Keida!"

at the same time.

"Josuke-kun......"

The girl with braided pigtails looked a little shy.

"Actually, if you're busy, you don't have to come and keep me company..."

"What are you saying, Kosaki!"

The sunny young man put his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.

"I finally managed to get a day off, so of course I want you to have a great time! By the way, when did you buy that pendant?"

"Well, actually I..."

The extremely faint sound was drowned out by the traffic, and Yoshida Saki still dared not reveal her little secret to him.

"You want to help your boyfriend, right? Then come on."

She didn't know why she revealed her inner desires to the black-haired man in front of her, nor did she know why she agreed to the "Trial of the Arrow."

Fortunately, it's alright.

"Little Love" is the name of my pendant.

'Your Crazy Diamond can heal everyone, but not you, right?'

Looking into the eyes of the man she loves, a tiny seed sprouts in her heart.

From now on, you will heal the world, and I will heal you.

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“Nice to meet you, Ms. Vermouth.”

In his mansion on the outskirts of Paris, Bertolacci bowed slightly.

"Please don't stand on ceremony, Patriarch Becky. I am merely a messenger for 'that person'."

The blood of the demon lord twisted Vermouth's will, turning her into a madman centered around Azami Kurosaki.

Stepping aside, Vermouth ignored the bow and began relaying Kurosaki Azami's orders:

"Please suppress Dosaki Metal as much as possible while maintaining confidentiality, and use force if necessary."

"understood."

After arranging for his subordinates to prepare a guest room for Vermouth, Becky summoned his men.

"Polunore, the matter of force is in your hands, but do not take any action in the near future. Wait for my orders, understand?"

Borunore Becky, Bertolac Becky's uncle, may not be skilled in dark magic, but his swordsmanship is undoubtedly the best in the family. Having him as insurance in case economic pressure fails is foolproof.

Although he once prepared to take action against himself for the right to inherit the inheritance, that's not something that can't be forgiven, is it?

"Understood, Master."

Borunore Becky bowed, a strange bulge hidden in the bangs beneath his silver broom-like hair.

"Hmm↑Hmm↓, although your face is still as annoying as ever, you look much better with the flesh buds on."

A sinister smile crept across Becky's face.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master."

Meanwhile, in the guest room.

"It's no problem for me to cause trouble for the Shinomiya family, but do you keep your word?"

Hearing the worried voice on the other end of the phone, Vermouth laughed.

"Don't worry, the Shinomiya family's influence is more concentrated in Japan, and their overseas influence is not prominent. They won't send a magician just because of a small setback in the business war."

Moreover, the military had previously expressed its dissatisfaction with the lamp, hadn't it?

Furthermore, Baiden's 'forced employment of LGBT individuals' law has also caused considerable trouble for many business owners...

If you're willing to do us a few small favors, we're perfectly confident we can get you back in that chair, aren't we?

—Dear Mr. Donald Trump.

Chapter 139 "Jesus"

"It's...right here!"

Using the lame excuse that "I want to see Uncle Mori solve the case," Conan sneaks into a police car heading to the scene of Genta and his son's deaths.

Although the two charred bodies, burned by the car explosion and excessive grease, have been removed, the blazing vegetation beside the rocks and the lingering, eerie smell of burning flesh still testify to the horrific tragedy that occurred there yesterday.

"Who exactly is this person...?"

If Conan were to break through Vermouth's information blockade and learn of Yusaku Kudo's tragic end, his anger would likely be tinged with a hint of fear.

After all, this time he was not facing a distillery full of spies, but a far more evil and cruel entity.

"This is... hair?"

If others saw such white fur, they would probably just assume it was left by a small animal like a rabbit. But for Conan, whose abilities have been enhanced by fate, distinguishing human and animal fur with the naked eye is just basic skill.

"The cross-section is very fine, and the hair is quite resilient; the owner of this hair is definitely no more than twenty years old..."

"Although the footprints were erased by the shoes, the distance between each erased mark was very short. This person's legs must not be long, probably about the same length as mine..."

“Masaka.........”

A glint of light flashed in Conan's eyes, which had been enhanced by fate; the truth flashed through his mind like lightning!

"Did the murderer, like me, shrink after taking a drug developed by that organization?"

"Damn Gin! I'll never let you get away with this!"

Meanwhile, in a bar somewhere in Tokyo, a silver-haired assassin sneezed, feeling as if something had fallen on his head.

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"Is that what you think? That's really a twisted sense of humor, Azami Kurosaki."

At Azami Kurosaki's house, Her Majesty the Queen was lounging on the sofa, eating a burrito made by Azami Kurosaki while making sarcastic remarks.

"Thank you for the compliment. I am quite confident in my script design."

Aside from being inhuman, the Stone Mask's greatest function is to corrupt people's thoughts, but for Kurosaki Azami, who is nothing but scum in this world, this effect is better than nothing.

While the two demons ate snacks, they observed Conan and Hiroki Sawada through the crystal ball.

"Three of the twelve disciples have already died, and my Longinus will continue to hunt down Jesus' disciples. As long as I kill enough, there will always be a disciple among them who cannot bear the fear and will turn to me, like Judas."

"And I've already found a good candidate."

The vampire's canine fangs pierced the fried chicken in front of him, just as they pierced Conan's neck, elegantly, swiftly, and fatally tearing off a large piece of flesh.

"I see... By the way, I have a question for you. It seems that the girl with horns on her head is not among your 'Twelve Disciples'?"

Looking at Ran Mouri appearing in the crystal ball, Lucifer licked his lips with his alluring red tongue.

What would such a pure soul taste like?

"You may eat her later if you wish, but not now, Your Majesty."

Kurosaki Azami's expression was as if she were lecturing Agatha Christie, "Don't eat random things."

He intends to devour "the most heinous souls," and Ran Mouri's soul is not on his menu; he can give it to Lucifer later.

“She’s my carefully selected ‘Pilate,’ I can’t let her be on your table now.”

Pilate, the governor of the Roman province of Judea, had received kindness from Jesus, but due to accusations from the people and his own confusion and cowardice, he executed Jesus.

at the same time.

"My subjects, take heed of me! I have an announcement to make!"

The Imperial Palace of Japan, Council Chamber.

A huge portrait of the new emperor hangs in the main hall, black curtains give it a solemn feel, and the royal crest—chrysanthemums—is displayed all around.

Crown Prince Sakikawa—no, now it's Sakikawa Tenko—stood in the center of the council hall, raising his arms and shouting, surrounded by a group of ministers who looked utterly hopeless.

Regarding the incident where we followed tradition but chose a melon rind as the day of the locust festival.

Tell me, what kind of trouble are you going to cause today?

In his early years, when he was still the crown prince, he met a girlfriend online and kept saying things like "I will not betray the Buddha nor the beloved," making people think that he was going to give up his country for a beauty like Edward VIII. However, he was cheated out of 80 million yen in less than two weeks (incidentally, recovering this money was one of the main reasons for Higashikata Josuke's promotion).

Previously, he impulsively started a live stream and insulted his viewers by saying that "only Longming uses LINE," which caused public outrage and had a very negative impact on the reputation of the Royal Family.

"In the case of the attack on the Yin-Yang Bureau, Lord Fujiwara no Daichi came to the rescue in time, and is hereby awarded the Golden Chrysanthemum Medal!"

Thankfully, it wasn't anything else.

And so, Sakikawa Tenko made the first normal decision of his life.

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"Lord Hiroki, is there anything else you need?"

In a hotel, the chubby manager bowed and scraped, secretly wiping the sweat from his palms.

He was a subordinate of the Hyakuba family and received orders from the family to "serve Hiroki Sawada well".

"If Lord Hiroki feels even the slightest dissatisfaction, he should be careful with his life!"