In Detective Conan, Ran Calls Me Her Husband from the Start!

[Pure Black, True-Liquor Pope] [Overwhelming Intelligence] [Tears Apart Every Ship Under the Sun] Karasuma Lorenzo, code-named “Pope,” descends from Europe's vortex of power into Beika Town like an unfathomable shadow. Conan's little face tightens, his gaze sharp as a blade behind his glasses. “Mr. Lorenzo, your deduction... seems to defy common sense?” Lorenzo lightly taps a finger to his lower lip, his smile inscrutable. “Little detective, where I'm concerned, the outcome is the only logic that matters. Besides, some truths are better left unspoken, for everyone's sake.” Gin's Beretta is nearly pressed against his forehead, his voice cold as ice. “Pope, you've overreached!” Lorenzo casually pushes the gun aside, his smile elegant but icy. “Relax, my old friend Gin. I'm just helping ‘that gentleman’ deal with a few... ‘little problems’ that you ‘old hands’ are helpless to solve. After all, I'm a very busy man.” He's the Organization's most enigmatic ace, code-named “Pope,” the uncrowned king of the darkness and an unpredictable force that keeps every faction awake at night. When His Holiness the Pope starts getting seriously “busy,” he's already cast his shadow over the skies of Beika Town. Under the carefully woven web he spins, familiar faces will be led toward entirely different fates, some even beyond redemption.