The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 380 Weber's Doubt (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month)
"So, as soon as we arrived at the academy, we had to go to the Matou residence again."

Walking along the corridor leading from the Great Hall to the first-year school area, Webber couldn't help but complain to Rider.

"And more importantly, Saber and Miss Irisviel have also been transferred."

“This is really great.” As Weber spoke, he couldn’t help but clap his hands, and the words of complaint and the crisp sound of the slap echoed in the hallway.

"Two ordinary people, two ordinary people who have never even taken a detective course, go to investigate a murder case—the first murder case in the city in 60 years."

“Waber boy,” Iskandar had heard the guy complaining all the way, “you don’t want to go, but I can go and scout it out myself.”

"The problem is, this is about solving a crime! You idiot!"

Weber's timid side resurfaced.

Of course, he then immediately revealed the real reason he made this decision.

"It's safe to stay on campus, but as newly enrolled students, we can only play a small role if we stay."

This is why Waver didn't refuse, even though he could tell that Kenneth intended to separate him from Saber and the others.

Although his authority as a kendo club advisor and medical club teacher is still not as high as that of teachers or associates related to [detectives].

But surpassing Weber, that student, would be more than enough.

"And there's also the issue of credits or points."

This thought gave Weber a headache.

"Although Mr. Kenneth directly filled in my name on the 'Triple Crown Tournament' registration form."

As the head of the first-year department, Kenneth does have this authority.

After all, in principle, all that is required for registration is proof that the applicant is a student of the [Academy].

The various requirements added by the different departments were simply to prevent students from getting injured or even dying.

"But Rider, we'll have to earn our own points."

Weber was somewhat helpless. Why was he still poor even after coming to another world?

Judging from Kenneth's words, these so-called points are worth far more than gold.

This is as it should be.

The power of those [detective devices] is evident not only to ordinary people in case reports, but also to governments around the world.

If gold could be used for exchange, with one kilogram yielding one academy point, leaders of governments around the world would be beaming with joy.

In fact, in this detective universe, the points of the [Detective Academy] are one of the valuable resource reserves of various countries.

Just like that ring-shaped device in the [Academy] Public Service Center, shining with dazzling plasma light.

An antimatter generator that is completely isolated from energy loss supplies power to the entire Academy City on its own.

After all, for the research projects of many research institutes, ordinary power plants alone cannot meet the needs of many researchers.

Moreover, the so-called "complete isolation from energy loss" is not just empty talk.

According to the description on the watch, the generator's casing is made entirely of a unidirectional mass material that even the [Academy] can only produce in its laboratory.

"I heard that our watches are made of this material."

Weber raised his wrist with some curiosity, and the originally black watch case now looked even more mysterious.

"Even if placed at the center of a nuclear explosion, it would not cause any damage; even antimatter would be useless."

It is as light as a feather, yet incredibly solid.

Depending on the manufacturing process, it only has mass in a specific "direction," and when faced with forces in other directions, its properties are like those of a "rigid body" in physics textbooks.

Naturally, if it is used to make the casing of a generator, the energy produced inside will have only one source.

Even Heiji Hattori was able to stand on a supersonic fighter jet thanks to a device made of such materials.

Remembering the detective equipment he saw on the [Academy] intranet after connecting to it, Weber couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh—I wish I had an endless supply of points."

"Unfortunately, even Mr. Kenneth doesn't have many points."

For the [Academy], there is obviously only one way to obtain points—that is, solving cases.

……

In fact, even Rider was surprised by this world that was clearly "designed".

Weber's sigh seemed to resonate with him as well.

"It's as if everything revolves around 'detectives,' and you might actually be right about God being a detective."

"Perhaps he is another 'righteous person' chosen by God?"

Weber also started joking.

He clasped his hands together, interlaced his fingers, and rested them under his chin in a classic Sherlock Holmes-like thinking pose.

Weber quipped, "Since God chose the last two good people in the past, it wouldn't hurt to choose another person who is required to pursue justice as the righteous person after the new Great Flood."

"If you ask me, this world is much more peaceful than before—I accept!"

Weber's hands, which were resting under his chin, thrust out, turning into palm strikes, and smoothly enveloping Rider's blows.

"Hehe!" The young magician's face broke into an undisguised smile.

"Rider, you can't use that trick on me now!"

Unlike before, when Rider would always unexpectedly knock me on the head.

Now, with his much better physical condition, Webber is able to put up a fight against this King of Conquerors.

"Oh?" Iskandar's eyes showed a hint of surprise as he looked at the somewhat smug young man in front of him with his crimson pupils.

"Boy Weber, it seems you don't need my help this time; you can do it yourself—"

"No, no, no, no! I was wrong, Rider!" The Conqueror's words made Waver immediately slide to his knees.

Weber knew his own situation well; he was certain that, in a one-on-one situation, he could barely hold off Rider's attacks.

But this is because Iskandar was not a hero known for his martial prowess.

He was better at leading troops into battle, fighting the enemy, and charging forward in a chariot.

More importantly, if asked which is more useful in today's world, "martial arts skills" or "physical fitness," the answer is undoubtedly the latter.

Even with the highest level of martial arts skills, it is difficult to unleash one's true strength without a sufficiently strong physique.

Therefore, Rider's current strength is not only less than one-tenth of what it used to be, but it can be said to be about one percent of what it used to be.

For Weber, who possesses the "Insightful Eye," he has an even greater advantage in a one-on-one situation.

Unless the enemy chooses to launch a surprise attack, he can see through their intentions and actions before they are launched.

Unlike Rider, who relies on his martial arts skills to fight, Waver relies purely on his [stats panel].

"Therefore, I am helpless if there are more than two people targeting me."

"Don't say that, Weber." Seeing that the guy had suddenly become a little insecure again, Iskandar gently tapped his head.

This time, Webber had no defense.

Seeing that somewhat dejected expression, the Conqueror King comforted him, "Martial arts skills are just icing on the cake right now, aren't they?"

"I've said it before, this situation really depends on your skills."

……

This is why Webber and Iskandar ultimately agreed to Kenneth's proposal.

Even if we don't actually solve the murder case, just obtaining some important clues will earn us a lot of academy points.

"Moreover, although there are disadvantages to dividing troops, there are advantages to it in itself."

Weber shook his head smugly—it would have been even better if he had a feather fan in his hand.

He dismissed the strange thought that had suddenly popped into his head and explained to Rider why he had hinted to Saber and Irisviel to agree.

"Professor Kenneth is unaware that we have formed a second alliance with Saber in private."

"Therefore, he will try to win them over."

Rider let out a long "Oh," and a sly smile, similar to Webber's, appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect you to know a bit about military strategy, both deception and reality."

“Not only that,” Weber said, who received Rider’s approval, “it’s actually a win-win situation.”

"Regarding the situation at the [Academy] and in this world, although Professor Kenneth wouldn't lie, he might mislead us with the truthful information."

"I told Saber and the others before I left that they would take some time to visit the school history museum and library while we were away to see if they could find any useful information."

Rider raised an eyebrow; Webber hadn't told him about this before.

However, he didn't dwell on the matter at the moment, but felt it was not a safe bet.

"How can we ensure that Saber and the others will provide us with those important clues?"

Rider paused. "Besides, why only take a look when you have some free time? Intelligence-related missions are the most important things on the battlefield."

Weber said somewhat helplessly, "Of course, it's because they also need to earn some money..."

He sighed, feeling utterly unlucky.

“Unlike us, one driver and one student, Saber and the others get paid for their jobs as teachers and advisors at the academy.”

Rider said no more.

Both he and Webber were well aware that although their side and Saber's side had formed a second alliance under the three-way alliance, it was more solid.

However, its strength is clearly limited.

“What’s more—” Waver’s voice rose with a hint of worry, “Professor Kenneth even brought out the Holy Grail directly.”

Weber's use of "taking out the Holy Grail" is merely a figure of speech, but the actual situation is quite similar.

As the organizing department for this "Triple Crown Tournament," it couldn't be easier for us to head to the [Trophy Display Room] to inspect the Holy Grail—no, the trophy itself.

"Then could you try to get Saber and the others—"

The Conqueror King made a gesture as if to knock Kenneth unconscious.

"This is an opportunity to take the Holy Grail directly."

“It was ‘stolen’…” Weber immediately corrected Rider’s mistaken statement. He didn’t know where Rider got the courage to say such a thing.

Just imagining the first theft in a century occurring inside the Beika Town Detective Academy sent chills down Weber's spine.

Saber and Irisviel, fighting against all the detectives in the entire [Academy]?

——Will you win?

Considering the detective stories posted in the corridor about preventing various "major cases," Weber felt no desire to resist.

The fact that the Academy was able to place that antimatter generator in the lobby of the public service center as both a power generator and an exhibit has attracted the attention of some powerful forces.

In the words of Shosuke Goto—

Even the most terrifying Black Organization wouldn't dare cause trouble in Beika Town!

"As long as the headmaster is here, the safety of the [Academy] is absolutely guaranteed!"

This senior student had clearly heard a lot about the principal's deeds.

He then added his own insights—well, perhaps insights he had heard—and embellished the story, recounting many related events.

For example, a single glance could bring down an entire criminal organization, forcing them to surrender and repent.

For example, a single phone call gave the United Nations real power, and it was renamed the Global Strategic Security Response Alliance (GSSRA).

Even things like bringing complete peace to the entire world within three hours.

Although Weber thought this was a bit of an exaggeration, it showed how terrifying the Headmaster was—especially considering that he might actually be Him.

So Webber glared at the outspoken Rider.

"Rider! Don't say things like that again!"

In Weber's view, Rider's words were undoubtedly a public declaration of his intention to steal something.

If our group were to be targeted by many trainee detectives or even detectives because of this unintentional remark, we would be in trouble.

When it comes to earning academic credits, many students would rather mistakenly follow a hundred individuals than let one suspect slip by.

"In short, the key now is to go to the Matou residence to find out the connection between the murder and the 'Three Kingdoms Tournament'."

Weber agreed to Kenneth's request because it was indeed very important.

Unlike the "locals" in this universe, they are "outsiders" who have just "entered".

Matters related to the Holy Grail War, Masters of Heroic Spirits, and magic should naturally not be told to others.

Without these "clues," the Beika Town Police Station would only think of it as a world-shaking murder case.

Even, if you told the detective...

“Although I don’t think these detectives are scientific or magical,” Kenneth’s words from not long ago echoed in Weber’s ears, “it is obviously impossible to convince them to rely on this kind of logic to reason.”

He then secretly told everyone his deduction.

"In this way, those who can truly access the [truth]..."

Although Kenneth didn't finish his sentence, everyone knew what he meant—

Only Master Servants with "identities" have the opportunity to come into contact with the "truth".

Of course, in every sense, this can be considered quite tragic.

However, at this moment, Webber felt that Kenneth made a lot of sense.

Considering the location and target of the theft and murder, he didn't think it was a coincidence.

"Take Caster, for example, who clearly isn't a good person."

As Weber spoke, he pulled Rider along the porch toward the second-year parish.

“He must be a criminal. Now that we’ve established ourselves as detectives, it’s only natural that the criminals would target the detectives.”

……

However, it did take a while to travel from the Detective Academy to the Matou Residence by car.

The two arrived at the Matou residence about half an hour later than expected.

It wasn't because the vehicle broke down halfway through the journey, but rather—

"Get out of here, Rider! We can't afford the points to rent a tank right now!"

Who would have thought that there were so many different types of vehicles in the public service center?

Forget tanks and airplanes, Weber even saw a mini rocket with an astronomical price tag.

In addition to the sign from "Dr. Agasa's Research Institute," it also reads, "Theoretically, this spacecraft can freely travel between Earth and Mars orbits three times a day."

Weber didn't know if it was true, but he felt that no case should happen on Mars.

……

In short, around 10 a.m., Weber and Iskandar arrived at the Matou residence.

They were greeted by a beautiful woman whose face looked somewhat haggard.

That was Matou Sakura.

Her eyes were only slightly red, but Webber, with his Insightful Eyes, could still tell that the girl must have been crying not long ago.

“Mr. Weber…Mr. Iskandar”

This young girl, who undoubtedly received a complete aristocratic education, remained remarkably strong even after such a tragedy.

She even bowed slightly to the two of them, maintaining proper etiquette.

"I have already received a message from the [Academy]..."

Sakura Matou lowered her eyes. "I'm really... grateful that you were willing to come and help."

"The crime scene is in the front hall behind the entrance. Inspector Megure is there too. Please let me lead you there."

The girl's weak voice made Weber feel a pang of sympathy for her.

However, on the way to the front hall, following behind Matou Sakura.

Weber felt a vague, indescribable feeling rising within him.

Something seems off.

But everything was too natural, so natural that Weber couldn't even be sure—

Was this feeling merely my own illusion, or did the girl herself possess an elusive aura?

Although the girl had undoubtedly cried not long ago.

But judging from her gait—

Very relaxed, very calm.

Yes, it's that feeling of "nature" that I just experienced.

Could this be my imagination?
……

Of course, Weber quickly lost interest in paying attention to these seemingly awkward details.

Because when he and Rider stepped into the entrance hall and walked into the corridor, they could see the entire front hall.

“RRRRider——!!”

Weber couldn't help but scream.

The scene before the magician was truly terrifying.

The Master who could previously split the earth and divide the seas, the Berserker, is now standing in the center of the living room!
Iskandar slapped Weber hard on the back, interrupting the action that drew the attention of everyone in the foyer.

The scene in the front hall also looked somewhat dangerous at that moment.

At this moment, Matou Kariya was holding a long sword that gleamed coldly in his hand, standing in front of a somewhat overweight police officer, saying something with an angry expression.

"If your police force can't solve this case, then let me, an armed detective, do it!"

"Or do you think that your police force believes I, a registered armed detective with a position in the agency, would commit murder?!"

With just one sentence, a bead of sweat appeared on Megure's forehead.

The firm that Matou Kariya is affiliated with is not a small firm.

If word gets out that a detective is suspected of murder, it can severely damage the reputation of his agency.

If it's true, that's fine; but if it's fake, the situation is not so good.

But as a police officer, Inspector Megure still values ​​his principles.

No matter what, he simply couldn't bring himself to solve the case.

Fortunately, upon seeing Waver and Rider, Inspector Megure's eyes immediately lit up with hope.

Although the police can't solve the case, it'll be much easier if the school sends people!
No matter what, the Matou family can't compare to the academy.

"Um—" Inspector Megure was about to explain the situation when he suddenly realized he didn't know how to address him.

“Just call me Weber. This is my bodyguard, Mr. Iskandar.”

"Oh!" Inspector Megure patted Webber on the shoulder familiarly—it wasn't hard to tell who the detective was.

"Brother Weber, we've been waiting for you to come!"

Inspector Megure couldn't help but complain, "According to the reply from the [school], you should have arrived long ago."

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"In short, I'm leaving the situation on the ground to you, Brother Webber."

"Uh……"

Looking at Matou Kariya holding a long sword and an old man lying in a pool of blood beside him, Waver hesitated.

This guy isn't going to stab me at the last minute just so he can take me with him since he's about to be arrested, is he?
But the arrow is on the string and must be fired.

At that moment, Weber steeled himself and went to examine the somewhat hunched corpse curled up on the floor.

He frowned at just one glance.

He finally understood.

Why, with so many police officers in front of them, has the obvious "murderer" still not been arrested?
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Guess who the murderer is?

(End of this chapter)