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Kurapika shook his head.
Ever since they entered Kakin, he had been digging for any trace of the Phantom Troupe. Official channels, street-level rumors, even bought information from underworld contacts—nothing. It was as if the Troupe had never set foot in the country at all.
That possibility did not exist in Kurapika's calculations. The only explanation that made sense was the one Ronin had already offered: Chrollo still had not found an ability capable of handling Ronin with certainty. Without a near-perfect counter, Chrollo would not move.
Even so, would Chrollo simply stand aside while they walked off with the Fourth Prince's collection?
Kurapika did not believe that for a second.
"Don't rush it," he said quietly. "The assassination news is already out. The moment the Troupe sees it, they will have to act."
That had been one of the quieter calculations behind agreeing to the hit on the Fourth Prince in the first place. Once the news spread, the Troupe would know Ronin was after the Scarlet Eyes. Kurapika refused to believe they would simply let him take them.
"Would the Phantom Troupe ever work with the Fourth Prince?" Ronin asked. The question had been sitting in the back of his mind. "One of Kakin's three great underworld families—the Ai Family—has people who treat the Troupe like idols. If the Troupe follows that line, they might reach the Fourth Prince."
"They won't." Kurapika's answer was immediate. "There's a key point that decides everything: whether the Kakin side wants the Fourth Prince to learn about Nen at all."
Ronin waited.
"On the day of the attack, the Fourth Prince was knocked unconscious before he was transferred," Kurapika continued. "That detail matters. If they didn't care whether he came into contact with Nen, there would have been no reason to put him under. The Ai Family has had ability users for years. If the mafia operated free of royal restrictions, the Fourth Prince would already know what Nen is. The fact that he still doesn't proves the underworld follows the king's lead. Even if the Troupe contacts the Ai Family—or especially if they try that route—they still won't reach the Fourth Prince."
The logic was a little tangled, but Ronin followed it.
He still pushed back. "Is it really the king who doesn't want the Fourth Prince near Nen?"
From what he knew, both the First and Second Princes had already learned Nen. King Nasubi did not seem to care whether his sons mastered it or not. Yet the three princes who maintained contact with the underworld had stayed completely ignorant of Nen right up to the Succession Contest. In Ronin's eyes that pointed to deliberate interference.
"You're saying someone else is standing behind the mafia?" Kurapika's brow furrowed. He tested the most obvious name. "The First Prince?"
Ronin shook his head. "Doesn't feel right."
"Then who?"
Kurapika's own intelligence was not deep enough to dig further. Even after months of investigation into the Kakin royal family, the information he had gathered still fell short of what Ronin could simply hand him. That gap only made him more curious about how Ronin obtained it. He never asked. Some things belonged to Big Brother Ronin's secrets.
Lately Kurapika had begun to feel that the Ronin standing in front of him was no longer the same person he had once known. He did not know where that change would ultimately lead, but he accepted it. He believed the shift had begun the day the Kurta Clan was wiped out. Whatever had happened to Ronin that day, whatever price had been paid for the power and the knowledge he now carried—this world never gave anything for free. Kurapika was not in a hurry. One day Ronin would tell him everything, or he would not. Either way, Kurapika trusted that his brother would never turn that knowledge against him. That was enough.
Ronin, for his part, had no idea how far Kurapika's thoughts had traveled. He was simply sorting every piece of information he possessed, discarding nothing. One face surfaced that shared a certain resemblance to the First Prince.
"First Queen Unma," Ronin said.
Unma's appearances in the original story were limited, yet as First Queen she held more privileges during the Succession Contest than any other consort. Among all the queens she was the most powerful by a wide margin.
Kurapika frowned. "The First and Fourth Princes are both her sons. If your guess is correct, that would mean she has already thrown her full support behind the First Prince. So far she hasn't shown any open preference."
"Call it intuition." Ronin thought of the quiet hostility that had always existed between those two brothers. Same mother, yet everything about them—temperament, appearance, the way they moved through the world—was different. They could not stand each other. Something was buried there.
There was another detail that mattered. Unma had not only produced the First and Fourth Princes. The Ninth Prince was also hers, though on paper he still belonged to the Second Queen. Rumors drifted through the lower streets that the boy was Unma's child. Most people dismissed them. If the rumors were true, it would mean Unma's real hope had always rested on the Ninth Prince, and she had placed him under another queen's name to protect him. Neither version, however, proved she was the one suppressing Nen knowledge.
If Unma was removed from the list, the only remaining figure Ronin could think of was Nugui—the man who had shadowed King Nasubi for years. The problem was simple: Nugui had no reason to do it. There was no benefit for him.
Ronin fell silent. The whole situation still felt wrong.
"I'll start looking into the First Queen," Kurapika said. He chose to trust Ronin's instinct without further argument.