Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 259: Melodi Family Birthday Party (Part 9)

"You are very confident, little detective, but I am curious, where does your confidence come from?" The photographer swept his venomous eyes over Conan.

"Is it the Umbrella Brothers? They're truly the most loyal Supervisors, with impeccable records... Or are they the survivors who rely on special abilities? The physically exceptional mercenaries, the devoted psychologists and patients, the self-deceiving air force, the self-righteous knights?"

"Little Detective, don't be so quick to label me a 'bad guy'. The world isn't black and white. Do you know what those so-called 'righteous' survivors have done?"

Conan looked into the photographer's eyes, a little stunned, but then he retorted: "Mr. Naib and the others are different from you. At least they are more righteous than you. They will not treat other people's deceased relatives as tools!"

"That's interesting. Do you think they are 'righteous'? Is it because the mercenaries saved you on the Ezembard, or because they would do some 'good deeds' to save civilians?"

"Silly boy, do you think this is some kind of detective game? If there's Sherlock Holmes, there has to be Professor Moriarty? This world is a battle between good and evil?"

"Let me tell you, most of the people who come to Oletus Manor are not innocent."

"You...what did you say?" Conan was a little bit unbelievable. He felt that the members of Oritis on the side of the Umbrella Soul were at least decent, but the photographer spoke so confidently that he had to doubt it.

"Let me think, how many survivors have you seen so far who could be called 'extremely evil'?" The photographer tapped the ground lightly with his cane.

"Oh, the 'fire investigator,' the one who's skilled at using rescue airbags, the sunny-looking fellow. You think he's quite 'righteous,' right? He rushed into the fire to save people, and called the survivors 'miracles.'"

"However, he actually has heroic fantasies. Most of the fires around him are directed and acted out by him. He is obsessed with the redemption brought by the fire and firmly believes that fire can purify everything."

"'The Sorcerer,' this great witch from Haiti, has been with the patrol for a long time. She seems to have a close relationship with my head maid. After all, we both believe in gods, so it's inevitable that we have something in common. She once killed many people as sacrifices to her god."

"And there's the 'Embarker,' a remnant of the Uriel family. He escaped death because he was ostracized. As for the reason for his ostracism? He was obsessed with burying the living, and he firmly believed that this was only guiding these wandering people to the right place."

"And there's the 'magician' who likes to wander around, a veteran member of the patrol team. He was a magic apprentice who murdered his master for fame, but now he's truly become a master magician."

[Ms. Farrow: Haha, the miracle guy was pulled out as an example.]

[Spell Master: Well, I don't deny that I did hurt someone, but it was those foreigners who forced me to do that.]

[Undertaker: ...I just insist on doing what I think is right.]

[Magician: Don’t worry about it. We all have our own unique way of dealing with people.]

[Perfumer: Indeed, we've been here for so long, what's there to be frustrated about?]

[Madam Red: After this arrangement, Conan's trust in us will probably be shaken.]

[Novelist: That's exactly the effect we want. When he finally finds himself surrounded by our people, we send him an invitation letter, threaten him, and see if he comes.]

[Explorer: It has to be you, Old Black Chicken. You are so insidious.]

[Composer: We who are grouped together have some commonalities, so let's not accuse anyone of being shady.]

[Knight: It is recommended to separate all groups that are absorbed by the fire.]

[Puppeteer: Fire is used to settle accounts. If there are any unclear points in the experiment, just burn them.]

[Antique dealer: I have no choice but to support it.]

Conan was stunned. He had indeed thought that some of the members of Oritis were not innocent before, but that thought became less after the mercenary risked his life to save him. After all, he didn't quite believe that a member of an underground organization would be willing to risk his life to save others.

However, the photographer's words seemed to hit Conan hard, making him realize that the Oritis Organization was still a dangerous underground organization in essence, and the Umbrella Soul's invitation to him was just adding chips to their internal struggle...

Conan felt a little lost and confused.

"Conan, where have you been?" After Xiaolan found that Conan was missing, she ran to this area to look for him.

"Sister Xiaolan..." Conan pulled Xiaolan's hand with some sadness.

The photographer smiled and explained to Xiaolan: "I just found out that this child seems to have been separated from his family, so I took care of him for a while."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Melody." Xiaolan thanked the photographer and then took Conan away.

Xiaolan complained as she walked: "Really, where did Dad go? He didn't even notice that Conan was missing. Conan, don't be upset. Let's go eat some delicious cakes. Sonoko has already eaten several pieces."

"Okay..." Conan was still a little disappointed.

At this time in the kitchen, the prophet and the priest were gathered together to discuss something. Of course, this was for Toru Amuro, who was eavesdropping not far away and disguised as a waiter.

"Did the master of the family actually send you here?" The priest (Fei) lifted his red hair and said nonchalantly.

The Prophet (An) shook his head: "The master's order has been issued, Rosa... No, Fiona, you should run away."

The priest sighed. "So my identity as a spy has been exposed? And you've been sent to kill me?"

The prophet continued to shake his head. "In the future I've seen, you've never stood on the same side as the Patriarch. I've been hiding this information, but Jack got to know it before."

"If Jack knows, it's basically the same as Melody knowing, and you kept it a secret. Have you considered what will happen to you?"

"That's what I deserve, isn't it? With this, everything will be over." The prophet said, turning to leave. "If you can leave, I can also meet my end..."

The priest suddenly tugged at the prophet's sleeve in anger. "Are you an idiot? Staying here would not only be a betrayal of Prophet Duid, but it would also fail to atone for your faith. You would also be used as a tool to predict the future. You would suffer a fate worse than death! Think of the owl with its right eye sewn shut. That was your fate!"

"But, it was indeed my fault. I recorded the prophecy on a tangible object. I am guilty. I..."

"Shut up. If you are guilty, you should apologize to the Prophets of Dueid, not to Melodi! You hate those shrewd businessmen the most, don't you? You can leave with me and stop working for Melodi. Today is a perfect opportunity to escape, stay away from the conflict, and then go to those two adults."

Amuro Toru, who was eavesdropping nearby, said, "My Lords?" It seems there are two high-ranking officials behind the Oritis Organization who aren't participating in the internal strife.

"Be careful!" The prophet suddenly pulled the priest back a few steps, and a mist blade flew past the priest's skirt.

"What a pity, Sephir, our master thinks it's time to abandon you. Thank you for your contribution to Melodi over the years." Jack's elegant figure appeared in front of the door.

The next second, Jack rushed towards the prophet and the priest quickly. He knew very well that he could not fight a protracted battle against these two aces of the logistics team.