Amon, Asahi, and Sakura walked out of the mall, drawing all eyes along the way.
Some watched in awe, some with curiosity, and some with jealousy.
Asahi and Sakura looked flawless, and Amon—sandwiched between two stunning girls—naturally drew envy from the men around them.
Still, they paid no attention to the onlookers and continued walking as if nothing mattered.
In the mall lobby, a black sedan waited for them. The three of them got in, and the car drove off.
***
The sedan finally stopped in front of a bustling office building.
A security guard approached and opened the door. Amon, Asahi, and Sakura stepped out.
"Is this where the detective you hired works?" Amon asked, curious.
Asahi smiled. "Yes, this is the place. This office is very famous, and all the detectives here have a 9.9 rating—the highest in the country."
She puffed out her ample chest proudly. What she didn't say was that the office was actually her family's, the Maeda family.
She was too embarrassed to admit it—afraid Amon might feel uneasy about the difference in their social status.
Sakura shared the same thought and stayed silent, keeping the truth from him.
"Let's go inside," Asahi said, taking Amon's left hand and leading him in.
The lobby was spacious, with men and women in professional suits passing by.
When they saw Asahi and Sakura, they were about to bow, but a subtle signal from the two girls made them pause.
With quick movements, they pretended not to notice and went on with their tasks.
Amon sensed something unusual but didn't dwell on it. They soon arrived at a wooden door.
Asahi knocked, and a voice called from inside: "Come in."
She opened the door and was met with a room furnished in timeless, classic style.
At the far end stood a wooden desk with a chair, while three sofas and a smaller table were arranged in the center.
Three windows ran along the right wall, letting the afternoon sunlight pour into the room.
A middle-aged man in a brown suit was writing on a piece of paper. Noticing them, he paused, looked up, and smiled.
"Welcome, Miss—"
Before he could finish, Asahi cleared her throat softly. "All right, Detective Robert. Have you found what I asked for?"
Robert looked slightly puzzled at her tone but quickly grasped the intent behind her gaze.
"It's ready," he said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a document in a brown envelope. He handed it to Asahi. "It wasn't easy to find. The details you gave me were slightly different from your initial report."
Amon, Asahi, and Sakura all exchanged surprised glances.
"What do you mean?" Asahi asked, taking the envelope.
"You'll understand once you read it," Robert replied casually.
Asahi was silent for a moment before handing the document to Amon.
He took it, inhaled deeply, and opened the envelope, reading calmly at first.
But less than ten seconds later, his expression shifted to surprise.
'Eris Kishima and Flora Kishima?' he murmured. 'Who are these girls? Why are their names here?'
His aunt's name was Minami Kishima. The surname "Kishima" hadn't belonged to her originally—it had been added so she could become his guardian.
But that wasn't the real problem. The real issue was the presence of two girls named Eris and Flora—Amon had no idea who they were.
"What's wrong, Amon?" Sakura asked cautiously.
Amon snapped out of his reverie and explained, "I'm surprised to see two names here that don't belong to my family."
He pointed at the names "Eris" and "Flora" on the document.
Asahi and Sakura leaned in to get a closer look.
"Wait a minute, Detective Robert. Could these two names be the reason your search has been so difficult?" Asahi asked, frowning.
Robert nodded slowly. He lit a cigarette, inhaled, and exhaled the smoke.
"Yes, that was the problem. At first, you told me he only had one relative, right? But during the search, I discovered two additional names—Eris and Flora. Confirming their true identities took time, which is why the search dragged on."
Asahi and Sakura fell silent, their expressions uncertain. Amon had said he lived only with his aunt.
Both of his parents were dead, so the presence of these two names in the documents made no sense.
But now, those two names had appeared, leaving them to wonder if Amon had forgotten something—or if something unusual had occurred.
"No, I'm sure my aunt is my only family. Could those two be her daughters?" Amon asked.
As soon as he spoke, Asahi and Sakura thought it might make sense.
But Robert shook his head firmly. "No, kid. Your aunt, Minami Kishima, isn't married. Neither of them could be her daughters."
Amon's brief relief vanished. He furrowed his brow, torn between confusion and doubt.
"How about we check for ourselves?" Sakura suggested.
Amon nodded. "You're right. I'd better find out immediately."
For now, the only sensible way to find out the truth was to check for themselves.
Asahi and Sakura exchanged a glance and gave a small nod.
Suddenly, Asahi's phone rang from her right pocket. Startled, she pulled it out and answered.
"Yes, it's me. I'm with Sakura. What's up?"
"Go home? We're not little kids! You can't tell us we're not allowed to play outside."
"But… ugh…!"
Asahi grumbled, her face flushing red and her breathing ragged, as if she wanted to hit someone.
When the call ended, she faced Sakura, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "Dad wants us to come back."