The living room of Karasuma Mansion was silent.
Not the comfortable kind—
But the kind where history held its breath.
Karasuma Renya sat at the head of the room, his cane resting against the floor. His gaze was fixed on Keith, sharp and probing.
"…How did you do it?" Renya asked.
No anger.
No suspicion.
Only certainty that his great-grandson had moved pieces far beyond what anyone else had seen.
Keith stood calmly.
"When Uncle Ethan was about to die," he said evenly,
"I felt it."
The room stiffened.
"I sensed the moment his fate diverged," Keith continued.
"So I intervened."
He reached out.
And unsheathed Yamato.
The blade hummed—not violently, but precisely.
"Watch."
Keith stepped forward and made a single, controlled slash.
The air split.
Not shattered—
Separated.
A vertical distortion appeared in space itself, edges clean and absolute.
A portal.
The room froze.
Even Rum's breath stalled.
"…Impossible," Curaçao whispered.
Keith lowered the blade.
"I pulled Uncle Ethan through," he said calmly.
"And placed a dummy body behind."
Silence exploded inward.
"To the world," Keith continued,
"Ethan Hondou died."
He turned slightly, glancing at Ethan.
"And Ethan Hunt was born."
Ethan exhaled slowly.
"A retired mercenary," Keith added,
"assigned as bodyguard to actress Mizunashi Rena—Hidemi Hondou—under Runcandel Entertainment."
Hidemi's breath hitched.
"That's why…" she whispered.
Keith nodded.
"I didn't tell you," he said, looking at Renya,
"because there were spies."
"The purge wasn't complete."
"I planned to tell you after the first cleanup," Keith continued.
"Which is why I kept it secret until now."
Renya stared at him.
Then—
He laughed.
A deep, satisfied sound.
"…You really are like Darius," Renya said, eyes gleaming.
"He used his brain first."
A pause.
"And if that failed—his fists."
Keith inclined his head slightly.
"The true quality of Runcandel."
Around the room—
Vermouth's lips curved with pride.
Jodie looked at Keith with awe.
Curaçao stood straighter.
Hidemi's eyes shone.
Akemi smiled softly.
Shiho said nothing—but her gaze never left him.
Renya tapped his cane once.
"Then," he said calmly,
"is your guess about Zoo's true boss confirmed?"
The room tensed instantly.
Keith's expression changed.
Serious.
Cold.
"Yes."
Confusion spread immediately.
Vermouth frowned.
Jodie stiffened.
Curaçao blinked.
Hidemi looked between them.
Akemi swallowed.
Shiho narrowed her eyes.
Ethan frowned deeply.
Only Rum remained still.
Ethan spoke first.
"…Who?"
Everyone turned toward Keith.
Keith met their eyes—one by one.
And answered.
"Yusaku Kudo."
The world stopped.
"…What?" Jodie whispered.
Vermouth's pupils shrank.
Curaçao's breath caught.
Hidemi froze.
Akemi stared in disbelief.
Shiho's hands clenched slowly.
Ethan felt his blood turn cold.
"…That's impossible," Ethan said hoarsely.
Keith didn't blink.
"After Yusaku cheated on Yukiko," Keith said calmly,
"with Lisana Kudo—"
Every head snapped toward him.
"—whose father was the owner of a syndicate organization."
The silence became unbearable.
"After Lisana's father died," Keith continued,
"Yusaku took over."
"To the world," Keith said,
"the syndicate went extinct."
"It didn't."
He looked at Ethan.
"Yusaku dispersed its members."
"Into intelligence agencies."
"Into police."
"Into criminal organizations."
"Zoo was never loud," Keith said quietly.
"It was everywhere."
Vermouth's hands trembled.
"…So all those crimes…" she whispered.
"Zoo committed them," Keith said.
"And blamed other organizations."
Rum's fist clenched.
"…The Black Organization," he muttered.
"Yes," Keith replied.
Vermouth closed her eyes.
Years.
Years of blood.
Years of sins that weren't theirs.
"…We were framed," she whispered.
Ethan's jaw tightened.
Jodie's hands shook violently.
"…Zoo killed my father," she said, voice breaking.
Her eyes burned.
"And Yusaku Kudo ordered it."
Keith didn't deny it.
Renya's voice cut through the room like a blade.
"…Then the world's greatest novelist," he said coldly,
"is the most dangerous man alive."
Keith nodded once.
"He hides behind words," Keith said.
"Stories. Logic. Fame."
"But Zoo wasn't about money," Keith continued.
"It was about control."
No one spoke.
Because now—
Everything made sense.
And that truth—
Was heavier than any weapon.