I have been reincarnated into another world through "possession."
Naturally, I am just an ordinary human. I am nothing more than an insignificant "Villager A"—a simple man possessing only the skills of an average person.
Yet, the world I have incarnated into is the setting of the famous romantic comedy and mystery series: Detective Conan.
You might assume that the mere mention of "Conan" implies a place teeming with disasters and misfortune. You would be correct.
The Japan here is a far more dangerous, degraded version of reality; murders occur frequently, and massive buildings occasionally explode in spectacular fashion during spring film festivals.
Furthermore, in my case, the person whose body I possessed was a terrible choice.
"Kitty, have you finished the preparations?"
"Yes, Vermouth. Everything has been arranged, from the various transport connections to the hotel. Are you heading out now?"
"Yes, let's go. Remember, we are going shopping immediately after tomorrow morning's mission, so be ready."
"Understood."
The woman calling me "Kitty" is the enchanting executive of the Black Organization, Sharon Vineyard, otherwise known as Vermouth.
Even the way she smiles—gently yet seductively—while barking orders at me is beautiful.
In contrast, I, who serve Vermouth while clad in a formal suit, am a handsome young man with dark skin, blond hair, blue eyes, and a well-built physique.
My name is Amuro Tooru, and I am an undercover investigator—a mole.
But I possess absolutely none of those superhuman infiltration skills!
For the sake of the true Furuya Rei, who sleeps deep within this body, I am working desperately to fulfill the duties of an undercover agent in his stead, but...
This situation, where my life could be snuffed out at any moment, has pushed my stress levels to their absolute limit.
Fighting the urge to rub my stomach in anxiety, I returned Vermouth's smile.
Currently, Amuro Tooru's job—as a low-ranking member of the Organization—is to escort the executives.
You could say I am a butler who handles all menial tasks single-handedly, managing everything from the travel schedules of executives darting endlessly between East and West to their personal affairs.
I am also entrusted with some coordination duties involving other executives. My primary counterpart in this work is Vodka.
Of course, it doesn't stop there. I am occasionally assigned bloody tasks as well... but let's skip that topic for now.
Thanks to the incredible memory inherited from Furuya Rei's body, a handsome face, and the attentiveness to detail that comes from being an "ordinary person" on the inside—a rare trait in an organization like this—I have managed to get by.
I don't know which factor was decisive, but I seem to have solidified my position enough that they rely on me, at least to this extent.
No, reaching this point required a struggle I cannot speak of without weeping...
Suddenly cast into this world as "Amuro Tooru" without his memories, while the original owner Furuya Rei remained asleep, and with no way to contact Public Security, I spent two full years in the heart of a criminal organization!
The mere fact that I haven't been killed yet is an achievement someone ought to praise me for!
"By the way, Kitty."
"Yes?"
Vermouth turned around, her beautiful hair swaying softly.
She is incredibly busy, balancing her life as a world-famous Hollywood actress and an Organization executive.
I asked, "Is something the matter?" while maintaining my rigid posture. Vermouth approached with confident strides and peered into my face.
"Starting today, you will bear the name 'Bourbon.' Congratulations, my Kitty."
"...Does this mean I am to be listed among the executives?"
"Correct. It took longer than I expected, but you are a good boy. You possess the strength to qualify for it."
"You overestimate me. I am merely a humble attendant."
It seems I have finally received a code name.
And not just any name—it is "Bourbon." The realization that events are unfolding exactly as they do in the original story stirs a mixture of emotion and a desperate desire for it all to stop.
Executives are extremely busy. Their missions are difficult and complex.
I want to decline, or at least wait until the original consciousness of Mr. Furuya awakens.
How can an ordinary person stand shoulder-to-shoulder with executives who are essentially a group of superhumans?! It's impossible!
"Your phone is ringing."
"Ah... excuse me, Vermouth."
I stepped away slightly to take the call. Incidentally, the world of Conan was currently still in the era of flip phones, giving the setting a somewhat dated feel.
"Hello?"
"Yo, Bourbon. You must have heard the news—you've made executive. What a stroke of luck!"
"Vodka... thank you. I owe it all to your excellent guidance."
The caller was Vodka, a fellow executive in the Organization. True to form for someone known to be kind to his inner circle, his voice dripped with genuine joy and congratulatory warmth.
Giving credit to Vodka was not mere flattery; it was the absolute truth. The man was a surprisingly skilled instructor. He had taught me ninety-nine percent of the "butler" skills I had lacked entirely as a novice.
Had the real Furuya Rei been in control, he likely would have managed flawlessly without Vodka's tutelage. I, however, was different. Any minor slip-up on my part could have resulted in an enraged executive blowing my head off and scattering its contents across the room.
I genuinely respected him. You're amazing, Vodka! Let me call you Sensei!
"Knock it off. It all comes down to you being a quick study. You should honestly be proud of this promotion."
"Haha. We may be colleagues starting today, but I would like to continue learning from you, just as before. Is that... not allowed?"
I tried to plead with him, sounding like a whining puppy.
Especially when I had to escort Gin, the absence of this man's advice would mean my certain death. I had already witnessed a colleague's head turned into a crushed tomato the instant Gin muttered a single phrase like, "Useless scum."
Human resources aren't free, you idiot! Do you really think it's acceptable to kill so indiscriminately, you silver-haired maniac?!
Vodka seemed to recoil slightly at my pleading tone. So what?! This was my desperate bid for survival! Wasn't it pitiful?
"Damn it. I can't win with you. I still have plenty to teach you, so I'm going to be strict. Be ready."
"Thank you so much, Vodka!"
After I hung up, I found Vermouth sitting in the hotel armchair, regarding me with amused curiosity.
"...Is there something you need, Vermouth?"
"No. I was just watching my Kitty. He might become a great man with full training, but right now, he looks like a lovable little puppy."
Vermouth chuckled softly.
The body belonged to Furuya Rei, but the mind inside was that of an ordinary person; it was inevitable that the gallant wolf would revert to a small Pomeranian. Still, if the original Furuya Rei knew he was being called "Kitty," he would likely die of indignation. Please, stop...
"That is embarrassing, Vermouth. I have been a grown man for a long time."
"Is that so? Your charming face looks as though it still belongs on a teenager."
"I really will get angry if you continue; I'm actually quite self-conscious about it."
"Fufu. My apologies, dear."
It was true that the original Furuya was the one concerned about his boyish looks, but pretending it bothered me was a small price to pay to stop her teasing.
There were roughly three years remaining until the start of the original storyline.
I had to give it everything I had. With that thought, I steeled my resolve once more.