I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

The door slammed shut, and the blast of cold air brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

With the deal struck, Gin saw no need to make a fool of himself. Once the intelligence was confirmed, he didn't even bother with pleasantries and left first.

"Still the same old thing, not cute at all."

With her sleek black sable shawl draped over her shoulders, Vermouth finished the last drop of her beer. "Thirty-four years have passed, and I still don't understand why the boss likes this kind of maverick."

Time flies by in the blink of an eye. No one could have imagined that the weak little brat that the boss picked up from London back then, who looked no different from a garbage bag, has now grown into someone capable of becoming the successor of the organization.

Thinking of this, Vermouth curled her lips into a smug smile and stroked her lips: "However, such an important confirmation is completely unknown only to Jin-chan, the person involved!"

"Heh~ Letting the heirs seize power themselves, the boss still has such a twisted sense of humor."

Even so, after all these years and with a different identity, she still hasn't been able to figure out what that gentleman is thinking.

Vermouth parted the curtains and looked down at the scene in the courtyard: Calvados was talking animatedly with his arm around Kurokawa Haruya's shoulder.

If this subordinate doesn't speak, his stern and unsmiling demeanor is passable, but once he opens his mouth... even a Florida stand-up comedian would be ashamed of himself.

In the courtyard, Kuromon Haruya pulled the arm draped over his shoulder closer and warned Calvados with a smile, "Shalang is watching. Keep smiling more naturally, or I'll kill you."

"Obey, obey."

Calvados forced a smile, gasping for breath as he completed his annual performance review.

"Not only that, Lady Vermouth is practically Venus incarnate..."

Things have developed to this point, so we need to turn the clock back 15 degrees, going back to half an hour ago.

"What's wrong? Are you shocked?"

Seeing that Calvados did not immediately carry out the order, Kuromon Haruya narrowed his eyes menacingly: "About 'that gentleman is actually a young man who has just joined the organization'?"

It wasn't just shocking, it was downright terrifying!

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare!"

The survival alarm blared, and Calvados shook his head faster than a rattle-drum, immediately stepping forward to kneel and recite the manifesto:

"The organization exists for you, Boss. Your orders take precedence over everything else in the world. I am reporting to you now!"

He had only heard that man's voice after he passed the code name test. The processed audio made it impossible to discern the specific tone of his voice, but the unique intonation rich in classical elegance was really hard to mistake.

Butbel is one of Gin's men. If he dares to pretend to be the boss, then the organization is not far from changing sides.

If not, the gentleman who couldn't even reveal his identity through voice suddenly exposed himself and appeared right in front of him... As the saying goes, only the dead can keep secrets, this is like a death star shining in broad daylight!

Calvados briefly recounted his past experiences—either carrying out orders for Lord Vermouth or helping to obtain organizational funds through various means, with his few contributions being taking turns killing targets with Chianti and the others—trying to convince himself that this was something he couldn't even do to get a promotion or a raise.

Regardless of whether it's true or false, just obey orders!

Kuromon Haruya pinched his lips, pulled Calvados up with one hand, and kindly patted the snow off his knees:

"Shh. I'm still in a state of infiltration. If Gin and Sharon find out, it will be very troublesome."

Calvados didn't know what "infiltration" meant, nor did he know why the boss called Lady Vermouth Sharon, but he did know that a wise person knows when to yield.

With his lips pursed from being pinched numb, he nodded repeatedly and manually zipped up his jacket.

Yoya Kuromon raised an eyebrow at his rather cooperative reaction.

Calvados was chosen as Vermouth's subordinate to amuse her and bring her joy. He was the most clever among the group of members back then, and it seems he has made considerable progress since then.

After using the little crows to eavesdrop on the cheating and confirming that the bartending was just a joke, Kuromon Haruya was in a relatively relaxed mood.

He softened his tone, adjusting his attitude back to a natural and friendly one, so as not to leave his subordinates with a bad impression of being capricious: "Do you remember what I told you when I gave you the code name?"

"Of course I remember." Calvados puffed out his chest, clenched his right fist, and swore an oath with utmost confidence, "I will be forever loyal to the organization!"

Haruya Kuromon softly denied, "That's not it."

"From this day forward, you are the apple brandy born from the forbidden fruit, Calvados?"

Kuromon Haruya drew his sword and smiled slightly: "It's not that sentence either."

The cold blade pressed against the skin below his ribs, the intense killing intent far exceeding any mission he had ever experienced; he could almost see a revolving lantern flashing before his eyes. Calvados had no doubt that if he answered incorrectly again, he would be eliminated by the boss!

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling, and tentatively swore again: "I am the guardian knight you have carefully chosen, Lord Vermouth, this is the person I swear to protect with my life!"

"Yes."

Sheathing the blade in his sleeve, Kuromon Haruya said with gentle concern, "So you still remember! As a knight, you must have used Sharon's privileges to evade many organizational performance evaluations over the years, right?"

Calvados wanted to explain that he had skipped the assessment on Vermouth's orders, but as the sniper team's emotional intelligence expert, his brain told him that arguing now would only add fuel to the fire.

As expected, Kuromon Haruya had no interest in listening to his explanation: "According to the organization's rules, those who hold positions without doing their jobs should be executed on the spot, but I've decided to give you another chance. As long as you complete the following two tasks, the previous punishment against you will be wiped clean."

"Firstly: Afterwards, a report should be compiled on Vermouth's friendships, interests, and experiences over the past ten years, requiring at least 50,000 words. This report should be sent to the organization's central email address, where I will personally review it."

Secondly, begin composing an impromptu hymn now, expressing your understanding and admiration for Vermouth, until I am satisfied.

Kuromon Haruya did not explicitly state the cost of failure, but as a member of the organization, Calvados was well aware of those severe disciplinary measures.

A simple example suffices to illustrate this: in almost every mission failure, when faced with capture, organization members choose to end their own lives. This is not out of loyalty to the organization, but because they know that they are simply incapable of bearing the terrifying consequences of betraying it.

Seemingly understanding his thoughts, Kuromon Haruya patted him on the shoulder and comforted him with a smile, "After all, I am an old man, and I am not some kind of devil."

"If it fails, I'll have Mekong Whiskey send you to Thailand for sex reassignment surgery, and then you'll go and perform a honey trap on Shuichi Akai, who's in America."

He moved closer, took Calvados's arm and put it on his shoulder, and started the timer on his phone: "Let's begin now. Thinking for too long will also result in a deduction of points."

As he spoke, Kuromon Haruya glanced expectantly at the miniature pistol hidden at his waist, eager to try it out.

Calvados took a deep breath and began his impromptu composition: "Lady Vermouth said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light..."