"No time to explain! Please, Rin-neechan!" Conan's voice was anxious.
"Alright then, actually, I could help pass the message to Miyabi directly..."
"No! The fewer people who know about this, the better."
"Alright then, since you put it that way, I'll tell you. Make sure to write it down."
Rin on the other end of the phone paused, likely flipping through a call log, then read out a string of phone numbers.
"Thank you!" Conan jotted down the number, immediately hung up, and then quickly dialed the private number he had just acquired.
The phone rang only once before being picked up, with astonishing speed.
Hoshimi Miyabi's voice came from the other end. "Hello, Conan-kun, you specifically sought out my private number, is there something you need?"
Conan's head was full of question marks ???
Wait, I haven't even introduced myself yet.
How did Hoshimi Miyabi know it was me calling?
Did Rin tell her? Her actions would have been far too quick then.
I literally just hung up and then called right away.
Hmm...?
Then there's only one truth—
These two are together right now!
Conan, who figured out the truth after a brief thought, didn't dwell on it and went straight to the point.
"Miyabi-neechan, what I'm about to tell you is not a joke, it's really not a prank!
Listen, a group of extremely dangerous people plans to assassinate you today! They will use the pre-arranged interview by Nichuri TV to make their move at Beika Central Park.
Please, under no circumstances, do not leave your home today! I beg you!"
Conan finished in one breath, his heart pounding, waiting for her reaction.
However, Hoshimi Miyabi had no reaction at all, merely stating calmly. "I understand. Thank you for your warning."
Her reaction was beyond Conan's expectations, she was too calm.
Fearing that she wouldn't believe him, Conan emphasized again. "Miyabi-nee, everything I said is true! I'm not joking."
"Mm, I believe you." Hoshimi Miyabi's tone was serious, not like she was humoring a child.
Conan's racing heart settled slightly, "That's good then, Miyabi-neechan, you won't be going to Beika Central Park today, right?"
"I could, but I won't. It's easy to be a thief for a thousand days, but hard to guard against one for a thousand days. I won't break a promise I've already made. This is also a form of training."
Conan: ???
He felt like he couldn't understand what she was saying.
On the other end of the phone, Rin's voice took over.
"Conan, Miyabi means that if the dangerous people you mentioned have decided to assassinate her, even if they fail today, they will come back again next time.
Rather than passively defending, it's better to take this opportunity to strike proactively. Don't worry, Conan, with your reminder, Miyabi will be prepared, so don't fret."
After hanging up the call with Conan.
Rin casually tossed her phone onto a nearby cushion, untied the loose white bath towel she was wearing.
Revealing her smooth shoulders, neck, and back, she lazily lay back down on the massage bed covered with a soft velvet mat, letting out a comfortable sigh.
"Corin, continue ~" Amidst the delicate fragrance of essential oils, Rin spoke languidly.
"Y-yes, Master." The petite maid with green twin tails responded timidly, her eyes like a startled fawn, evoking pity.
Corin knelt beside Rin, carefully pouring warm massage oil into her palms again to rub it warm, then gently pressed it onto Rin's spine.
Her movements were professional, her fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure.
"Master, is...is this pressure okay?" Corin asked softly, always seeming to worry that she wasn't doing well enough.
"Mm ~ It's wonderful!"
Rin squinted her eyes, like a cat being stroked, praising without reservation,
"Corin, your technique is getting better and better. It feels like every touch hits a pressure point. I'm so comfortable I'm almost falling asleep ~"
A shy blush spread across Corin's face at the praise, and she whispered. "You flatter me... I'm just doing what I should..."
On another massage bed placed side-by-side, Hoshimi Miyabi was also wrapped in a bath towel, lying prone.
Her masseuse was Alexandrina, also dressed in a maid uniform.
Unlike Corin's gentleness, Alexandrina's technique was more steady and powerful, precisely working on Hoshimi Miyabi's tense muscle groups.
Hoshimi Miyabi's eyes were closed, her breathing calm and deep, completely immersed in this relaxing training.
Just then, the door clicked open.
Ellen, with a lollipop in her mouth, walked in expressionlessly, carrying a tray.
On the tray were two glasses of fizzy, dreamily blue drinks.
She was wearing a Victoria Housekeeping maid uniform, but her steps and demeanor were more like a gangster patrolling her territory.
She walked straight to Hoshimi Miyabi, gently placed one of the drinks on the bedside table, and said in a flat tone. "Your drink."
Then, she turned to Rin, placing the other drink with a "thump," a little forcefully, on the low table beside Rin, the glass clinking crisply against the surface.
Her gaze didn't even fall on Rin, her tone still cold. "The drink is here."
Rin slightly turned her head, opened one eye, glanced at Ellen, and a playful smile curved her lips.
"Oh my? Is this Victoria Housekeeping's standard of service, Ellen ~ I don't argue with you at the video store.
But now we're on assignment, aren't we? As a maid, what should you call me?"
Ellen's action of holding the lollipop paused, she almost had "very unhappy to serve you" written on her face.
She slowly turned her head, and in a flat, monotone voice, she recited word by word.
"This is the 'Sky Blue Heart Thump-Thump Ding-Dong Special Drink' ordered by the esteemed Master. Please enjoy, and I wish Master a wonderful day."
Despite the emotionless recitation, the extremely embarrassing drink name still made Corin next to her secretly purse her lips and smile a little, and even Alexandrina, who was massaging Hoshimi Miyabi, had her shoulders subtly tremble.
Rin, however, seemed to enjoy it immensely, smiling contentedly, her eyes curving into crescent moons. "Mm ~ That's more like it! Thanks, Ellen ~"
Ellen opened her mouth wide to reveal sharp teeth, biting the lollipop in her mouth to pieces.
Then she took a deep breath and said to Corin. "Corin, leave this to me. You go rest for a bit."
"Eh? O-okay, Ellen."
Corin, seeing Ellen's dangerous gaze, quickly got up, responded softly, and hurried out of the room.
Ellen walked to Rin's massage bed, stretched her wrists, her knuckles making a "crack crack" sound.
"Then, I will take over from Corin to provide you with 'professional' back massage service, my dear Master."
She deliberately emphasized the words "professional" and "Master."
But Rin seemed oblivious, even adjusting her posture comfortably, responding lazily.
"Alright, alright ~ Let me experience your skills, Ellen ~ Just don't break me apart, okay?"
Ellen. "Please rest assured, Master, I will be very gentle. It will only hurt a little at first, and then it will quickly stop hurting... Full of love for you!"