Chapitre 42: Chapter 42: Thoughts on Establishing a Club
"No."
There was room for speculation about others, but Suzuki Sonoko was definitely not a diary holder.
Kaguya was certain of this because she understood Sonoko's personality very well.
"That woman may seem straightforward on the surface, but behind the scenes, she's as cunning as Fujiwara."
"The fact that she approached me so openly proves that she doesn't have the diary."
"If she did, she wouldn't have come to me first, she would have gone straight to Amamiya."
If Sonoko were a diary holder, she would have already known why Kaguya had transferred to Teitan High School.
She would also have known the reason behind it.
But precisely because she wasn't a diary holder, she had found Kaguya's sudden transfer suspicious.
"But I didn't expect her to end up inviting Amamiya out."
"Miss Kaguya, with Suzuki Sonoko's personality, that's hardly surprising," Hayasaka pointed out from the side.
Sonoko was well known for being obsessed with good-looking people.
And as the confirmed heir of the Suzuki Zaibatsu, anyone from the upper class would rarely refuse her invitations.
However, Sonoko wasn't interested in the so-called "elite" handsome men.
She had a peculiar habit, if someone was from the same social circle, she wouldn't bother.
But if she happened to meet a handsome stranger by chance, she would act extremely proactive.
It was as if she was drawn in purely by appearance.
So, it was simply coincidence that Sonoko had set her sights on Amamiya.
At the very least, if Kaguya hadn't transferred to Teitan High, Amamiya Ren and Sonoko would never have crossed paths.
"Or… does Miss Kaguya plan to ask Amamiya to team up with her this weekend?"
"I do have that in mind."
"The diary seems to impose restrictions on offline arrangements, but if I interact with Amamiya in an everyday setting not in direct connection to the diary, it might not trigger the diary's rules."
"…So that's the strategy."
Hayasaka immediately lost interest.
It turned out this was just another experiment to test the diary's limits.
"If that's the case, shouldn't we inform Amamiya?"
"Yes, we should."
No matter what, it was best to let the involved party know.
Kaguya didn't want any unnecessary misunderstandings.
To prevent such misunderstandings, communication was essential.
"But since Sonoko invited him first this time, we'll have to make our move earlier next time."
There was no avoiding this weekend's situation.
"In that case, do you plan to increase contact with Amamiya during school hours?"
Hayasaka's question made Kaguya fall silent for a moment.
"Would that be appropriate? I don't think Amamiya enjoys talking much at school."
"And most of our conversations aren't suitable for others to overhear. Discussing them in school isn't ideal."
"…That's true."
Hayasaka sighed, seeing the problem.
If it were just casual conversation, it wouldn't be an issue.
But their discussions weren't normal by any means.
"Miss Kaguya, I think you should really consider this issue."
"You clearly need a private space for conversations with Amamiya in the future."
"He writes in his diary every day, recording details of daily life. But if you don't participate in any of it, you'll have no role in what's written."
"Hmm…"
"…You have a point."
After all, the diary documented real-life events.
Amamiya was bound to record some interesting aspects of daily life, and if there was nothing engaging, the rewards from the diary would decrease.
Kaguya considered this carefully.
Hayasaka's suggestion wasn't meaningless—in fact, it was crucial.
At school, she needed to establish a regular space for conversations with Amamiya.
"Miss Kaguya, I also found out something interesting."
"In the past, Kudo Shinichi often received permission to skip school because he assisted the police in investigations."
"If I intervene a little, you might also be able to get more approved absences in the future."
"Approved absences?"
"Yes. Right now, you need a proper setting to talk with Amamiya, and sometimes you'll need to skip class with him."
"But… what if Amamiya falls behind in schoolwork?"
"Wouldn't that be a good thing? Then you could tutor him, giving you even more time together."
"…That's actually a good idea."
Kaguya pondered the idea carefully.
A designated space for communication at school.
Occasionally being excused from class.
And if necessary, helping Amamiya keep up with his studies.
"…Wait, isn't this basically the same setup I had at Shuchiin?"
She realized that these conditions completely matched her role as vice president of the student council at Shuchiin Academy.
Back there, she had quite a bit of freedom outside of class.
And whether classes were even necessary… well, that was another discussion entirely.
"Kaguya-sama, it's actually a bit different."
"How so?"
"In Shuchiin, you had to run for student council president. But at Teitan, all you need to do is form a club with a limited number of members."
"Joining the student council comes with a lot of responsibilities."
"That workload would reduce the time you can spend with Amamiya."
"But if you start your own club, you won't have that issue. At the very least, you can use the club as an official excuse for your activities."
"Clubs are an ideal space for private discussions."
"…You think I should set one up now?"
"I'd recommend it."
"I have a feeling Miss Sanzenin will be transferring here soon."
"…That's actually quite likely."
Thinking about it, Kaguya realized there was a high probability that Sanzenin Nagi would transfer in soon.
The diary's rules had already been thoroughly tested.
They had confirmed that loopholes were difficult—if not impossible—to exploit.
If they wanted rewards, they would have to follow the diary's guidelines. Otherwise, they would get nothing.
Even the "Accumulation" feature in the diary's lottery system seemed to exist specifically for those who read the diary but hesitated to take action.
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Chapitre 43: Chapter 43: Gold Coins on the Ceiling
The next day after school, Ren didn't head straight home. Instead, he made his way toward the river near Tokyo Tower.
After checking the map and confirming the general area, he began searching for the specific abandoned building by the riverside.
"There are a lot of abandoned buildings here."
The area was practically a graveyard for old, deserted structures. He wasn't sure what this place had been used for in the past, but now it was little more than a forgotten wasteland.
After about ten minutes of searching, he stopped in front of one particular building.
"…Looks like this is the one."
He surveyed the surroundings.
This building stood alone by the riverbank. There were no residential homes or shops nearby.
It was completely isolated—no villages, no convenience stores.
This had to be the place.
With no nearby residents, the chances of anyone stumbling upon the hidden stash were slim.
Unless the local government suddenly decided to redevelop the area, these abandoned buildings would likely remain undisturbed.
"That thief really knew how to pick a hiding spot."
"But that just makes things easier for me."
A place this secluded wouldn't be easy for the police to search.
Unless they already had a lead, narrowing down which abandoned building to investigate would be incredibly difficult.
Ren approached the building.
The main entrance was locked, but the emergency staircase was still accessible.
Glancing at the entrance, he noted the piled-up cardboard boxes and the thick layer of dust covering the ground.
"…Not here."
He climbed the emergency stairs, making his way to the top floor.
Reaching into his schoolbag, he pulled out a pair of gloves before gripping the doorknob.
Click!
The rusted door creaked open.
"…Looks like I found it."
The rooftop was completely deserted.
Activating his spiritual vision, he confirmed there were no lingering spirits—no lost souls wandering this place.
However, something else caught his attention.
He looked up.
Four large, thick bags hung from the ceiling, deliberately hidden.
Ren raised a hand, and the mist surrounding him transformed into several tendrils, stretching out and effortlessly pulling the bags down.
Stepping closer, he unfastened one of the bags.
Inside, stacks of golden coins gleamed under the setting sun.
His glasses reflected their warm, golden glow.
"…Jackpot."
"I don't know who hid these here, but since they were abandoned… they don't belong to anyone anymore."
"That makes them mine now."
Finding a way to justify taking the treasure for himself, he felt no guilt whatsoever.
Without hesitation, he stored all four bags of gold coins inside Sefirah Castle.
Selling them could be dealt with later.
With a satisfied expression, he stepped out onto the emergency staircase, carefully closing the door behind him.
Just as he was about to leave, he paused.
His fingers rested on the door lock.
"…Better safe than sorry."
"If a kid wanders in here by accident, that'd be a problem."
"…Might as well lock it properly."
Activating his Apprentice ability, he reinforced the lock with an extraordinary seal.
Now, the door wouldn't open unless someone physically removed it.
This would prevent any curious children from getting inside.
With that precaution in place, he made his way downstairs.
By the time he reached the bottom, the evening sun had begun to set, and the streetlights were flickering on.
But instead of bringing a sense of security, the dim glow only made the abandoned district feel even more eerie.
Silence filled the area.
No footsteps, no signs of life.
It was the kind of place that gave people chills.
"…Yeah, I can see why no one comes here."
"Even homeless people would probably get creeped out."
It was clear that even those who had nowhere else to go would rather sleep on the streets than settle in a place as unsettling as this.
Shaking off the eerie atmosphere, he adjusted his bag and started heading home.
Nothing eventful happened on the way back.
No one knew about the treasure he had taken.
And as for the eerie abandoned buildings?
Well, if anyone should be afraid, it wasn't people, it was the ghosts.
With his abilities, he could easily deal with any lingering spirits.
His mind, however, remained focused on the gold coins.
By the time he arrived home, a strange intuition urged him to turn on the television.
A breaking news report was being broadcast.
"The leader of an infamous Italian robbery gang has been arrested, but the 15,000 stolen Maple Leaf gold coins remain missing."
"…Ah."
Ren reached into Sefirah Castle and pulled out one of the gold coins.
"So this is where they came from."
"No wonder it felt familiar."
His memories of Conan's later cases were vague, but he still remembered the earlier ones vividly.
And this was one of them.
The very first case involving the 'Detective Boys.'
He examined the gold coin in his hand.
"…And I just completely locked the door to the stash."
"The ability I used to seal the door prevents normal people from opening it. Unless they tear the whole thing down, no one's getting in."
"A bunch of kids definitely won't be able to break through."
"…So technically, did I just save the 'Detective Boys'?"
The thought crossed his mind, but he wasn't sure if that counted.
Even if it didn't, it didn't really matter.
As long as the emergency door remained sealed, no one—kids included—would be able to get inside.
That also meant the robbers wouldn't come after them.
Well… problem solved.
Still, it was something worth writing about in his diary.
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[Something interesting happened today.]
[I found a stash of treasure hidden by an incredibly stupid robber near Tokyo Tower.]
[Ah, nothing beats the sight of gold coins gleaming under the sunset.]
[Gold really is a beautiful thing.]
[Especially for someone like me, who's constantly struggling with money.]
[I may not be a thief, but if some idiot hides stolen loot and never comes back for it, I have no problem taking it.]
[For example, a certain group of dumb Italian robbers who left their gold coins like buried treasure.]
[But because of them, I accidentally ended up interfering with the very first case of the 'Detective Boys.']
[A group of elementary schoolers, led by Kudo Shinichi, who is also now an elementary schooler.]
[To be honest, they were actually scared in the early cases. But the longer time went on, the less they feared for their lives.]
[And, honestly, the more annoying they became.]
[Still, this time, they were about to stumble into the treasure by accident.]
[I guess, in a way, I prevented them from facing their first real danger.]
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