As the detective agency's work comes to an end, Fukuzawa, who had been tidying up documents in the president's office, suddenly looks up. He sets down the fountain pen in his hand and lets a faint smile touch his lips.

He invites you into the Japanese-style room at his home, pouring warm sake. With a cup in hand, Yukichi's cheeks are already faintly flushed, and he gazes at you with eyes far gentler than usual.