You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

"Haha, no need to be so polite!"

Leia laughed like a child: "Or we can have our entire clan stand guard at your treatment center around the clock!"

Please, please don't do that!

Sherlock was almost in tears.

All I want is to quietly run a small clinic, so why am I always drifting further and further away from being low-key?
G-chan was laughing so hard she was rolling on the floor in the live stream:
Sherlock's Daily Life = A Low-Key Documentary of Failure

[Is the Orc Bodyguard Team Coming Soon?]

Sherlock: I just wanted to open a shop, but you guys are forcing me to become a boss.

Leia nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly touched her stomach.

"But now I'm relieved, and suddenly I'm hungry."

She turned to look at Sherlock, a hopeful smile on her face.

"Sherlock, would you like to stay and eat rice balls with me?"

Sherlock's face instantly darkened.

"Please... stop eating rice balls. I definitely won't save you next time."

In this somewhat absurd yet warm atmosphere, Sherlock unexpectedly forms a strange personal relationship with yet another gang leader.

A few days later, the treatment center welcomed the first rays of morning sunlight.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of herbs and the aroma of freshly brewed black tea.

Fufu sat behind the counter, her hands supporting her chin, her long golden hair swaying gently in the morning breeze, looking somewhat sullen.

"Well……"

She groaned softly, her brows furrowed.

When Sherlock came out after changing the medicine and saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Fufu, why do you have such a sour face?"

Fufu raised her head, puffed out her cheeks, and complained:

"Fou just feels that Miss Fina, Miss Dova, and Miss Leia... have been showing up way too often lately..."

"Ok?"

Sherlock tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized that it seemed to be true.

The three female leaders of the slum, who were once fierce rivals, are now frequent visitors to the treatment center.

"Monday" is Fina, the lizard woman.

"Wednesday" is the Werewolf Duowa.

"Friday" is Rhea, a half-orc.

They seemed to have arranged to take turns coming to check in, with all sorts of reasons—"just checking on the wound healing," "stopping by for a cup of black tea," "feeling a bit bored today, wanting to chat"...

The treatment center had become a social hub for the upper class in the slums.

Sherlock, on the other hand, just wanted to burst into tears.

Sherlock's Asylum: The Slum Queen's Club

He wanted to keep a low profile, while they wanted to socialize.

[Should we make a shift schedule next time?]

Faced with Fufu's resentful gaze, Sherlock could only sigh.

Low-key? Quiet?

The small treatment center on this ruined street seems to have long since disappeared.

……

Because they were enemies of each other.

Therefore, even though they both had a strong interest in this small, unlicensed clinic, they still tacitly avoided visiting at the same time.

Monday, Fina.

Wednesday, many babies.

Friday, Rhea.

Like a meticulously rehearsed stage play, no one bumps into anyone else, and no one is willing to give way even a little.

"Speaking of which..." Sherlock muttered with a frown as he sorted through the medicinal herbs, "Those guys weren't injured at all, so what were they doing here?"

Fina wore light armor inlaid with silver, her long tail swishing back and forth; Dova wore a black leather battle suit, and every time she appeared, it looked like she was about to launch an attack; Leia was dressed in a miner's style, exuding a rugged and heroic air.

These three important figures would visit the treatment center every few days, like a patrol team.

Moreover—she's beautiful and has a commanding presence; walking through the ruined streets, she's like three shining stars.

Sherlock rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

"It's too conspicuous, you know."

G-chan was laughing hysterically in the live stream:

[Sherlock: He opened a small clinic, but it turned into the backyard of the slum queens]

With this lineup, they could hold a concert anywhere!

[The transmigrator is immediately pursued (or rather, chased by) a group of NPC queens from the very beginning.]

Fufu, standing next to her, also frowned slightly, holding the teapot and saying softly:

"Sherlock, do you really not know why they came here?"

“Who knows?” Sherlock sighed. “I guess they must all be very free.”

“No, that’s not true,” Fufu retorted, puffing out her cheeks. “They’re all important people; they must be very busy all the time.”

"Then I understand even less..."

Sherlock leaned back in his chair, exhausted, questioning the meaning of life.

Were they really deliberately trying to cause me trouble?
Just as he was deep in thought, a familiar yet eerie laugh rang out from inside the room.

"Kakakaka..."

Sherlock suddenly turned his head.

Suddenly, Ophelia, the Queen of Death, appeared, sitting leisurely on the hospital bed in the treatment room, her slender, fair legs crossed.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her red lips were slightly upturned, like a cat that had caught its prey.

"When did you show up?" Sherlock's lips twitched.

“Sherlock,” Ophelia said lazily, her voice low and soft with a hint of mockery, “those women must all be in love with you.”

"what?"

Sherlock looked on in disbelief.

"Impossible, right? I'm just an ordinary unlicensed therapist."

“Clatter, clatter, clatter…” Ophelia chuckled softly, a cryptic glint in her eyes. “I would never be mistaken. I peeked from the ceiling, and there’s no doubt that it’s the look of a woman falling in love. My three hundred years of life haven’t been wasted.”

"That can't be right, you're already dead."

"And why were you hiding in the ceiling peeping?"

Sherlock felt his mental defenses crumbling rapidly.

G-chan burst out laughing:
[The Undead King's Spying Daily Life +1]

Sherlock: I'm just a doctor, why do I feel like I'm acting in a romantic comedy every day?

[Certified Most Popular Man in the Slums]

Fufu, standing next to her, also spoke up timidly.

"Fufu...is also a little worried..."

"Why are you worried?" Sherlock asked, frowning.

Fufu lowered her head, her long golden hair obscuring her small face, and her voice was softer than a mosquito's buzz.

"Because...because they are all so beautiful..."

Sherlock was taken aback.

He then ruffled her hair helplessly: "Although they are outstanding on the outside, they all have some internal problems."

Ophelia, sitting on the bed, was so trying to suppress her laughter that her shoulders were shaking, and she almost rolled off the bed.

"Crack crack crack... If things continue like this, the day when the three subhuman leaders officially start a war to compete for Sherlock is probably not far off."

"How could such a thing possibly happen? It's incredibly stupid."

Sherlock decisively denied it.

However, Ophelia floated in mid-air, her red eyes filled with a strong sense of mockery.

"Fufu, just do your best to please me. I might help you, you know what I mean."

"But...but Fufu is still just a child, she doesn't have that kind of charm..."

"Clap clap clap... A girl in love is the most beautiful."

After leaving behind a giggle, Ophelia vanished from the second floor in a flash.

Sherlock stood there, speechless.

That guy is just here to cause trouble, isn't he?
However, she actually said that the three leaders of the subhumans would go to war to seize me?
What a joke. Even if slums are chaotic places, this kind of nonsense is just too outrageous.

Just as he was thinking, the bell at the door suddenly rang.

"jingle--"

Today is Monday.

The person who came was naturally the lizardwoman Fina.

The metal boots struck the ground with a crisp, powerful sound, and a slender tail swayed gently behind them. The silver light armor reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

As soon as she entered, she got straight to the point.

"Doctor, I want to wage war against those guys."

"……What did you say?"

Sherlock almost thought he had misheard.

Fina's expression was serious, and her eyes revealed an undisguised fighting spirit.

"Anyway, I've disliked Dova and Rhea for a long time. It's time to let them know who the leader of the demi-humans is."

She clenched her fists, and her knuckles cracked crisply.

"Although they are all troublesome, our lizardmen are definitely not slower than any other race. So, as long as we have even a slight advantage..."

"and many more……"

Sherlock raised his hand to interrupt.

Kofina suddenly looked at him with an almost pleading gaze.

Those golden-green vertical pupils were filled with anticipation.

"Doctor, could you please stand on our side? If you help with healing during the battle, we lizardmen will be invincible."

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds.

Then refuse decisively.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. If I take sides, people from other factions won't come to me anymore. I still have business to do."

Fina lowered her head, her silver hair falling to the side of her face, concealing her disappointed expression.

"...I see. Although I feel it's a pity, it's the truth."

She raised her head, regaining her usual heroic spirit, and a carefree smile appeared on her lips.

"However, I still hope that you will at least not side with the werewolves and orcs."

As she spoke, she took out a large bag from behind her back and placed it on the examination table with a thud.

The bag was open, revealing a variety of fresh, plump tropical fruits, vibrant in color and bursting with aroma.

"This is a gift for you."

With those words, Fina turned and left, leaving only the soft rustling of a silver tail.

Sherlock stood there, staring at the pile of fruit, his expression complex.

G-chan couldn't stop laughing:
Bribing doctors with fruit is a viable tactic.

[Sherlock: It's supposed to be a treatment center, but it's turned into a battleground]

Is a love war between the three queens about to begin?

Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose.

He only wants to ask one question now:
Why is it so difficult to even open a medical clinic?

……

"..."

A subtle silence filled the air.

Sherlock looked down and rummaged through the herbs beside him, feeling a burning gaze fixed on him.

He looked up and met Fufu's round, blue eyes.

"...Fufu, why are you watching me silently?"

Fufu took a small breath, her serious expression making Sherlock feel somewhat uneasy.

"The war to seize Sherlock is about to begin..." she whispered.

"No, it's just a coincidence," Sherlock denied quickly, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Just then, a strange yet familiar laugh came from the ceiling.

"Kakakaka——"

Sherlock looked up and saw Ophelia, the Queen of the Dead, peeking out from the ceiling once again, her long silver hair hanging down and her red eyes flashing with a mocking light.

"Hey, Ophelia," Sherlock rubbed his temples, looking exasperated. "Could you please stop peeking from the ceiling all the time?"

Ophelia stuck out her tongue, and her face slowly disappeared behind the ceiling.

Although Sherlock was somewhat surprised, he forced himself to calm down.

Those words were probably just Fina's own thoughts.

A full-scale war wouldn't break out so easily.

He decided to forget about it and continue to do his job as a therapist.

**
It's Wednesday.

The morning sun shone on the entrance of the treatment center, carrying the warm, slightly humid air of early summer.

The door was pushed open roughly, and a strong smell of wolfhound wafted out.

"Lord Sherlock, Dova has decided to fight those guys to the death."

The werewolf, Dova, strode in, his gray wolf ears perked up alertly, and his crimson eyes burned with fighting spirit.

"……what?"

Sherlock nearly dropped the medicine bottle in his hand.

“Fina and Leia have been too arrogant lately, Dova has to teach them a lesson!” She grinned, revealing her sharp white fangs, her expression as excited as a wolf cub preparing to hunt.

"Although they are all difficult to deal with, we werewolves are still stronger in terms of attack power, so—"

"and many more……"

Sherlock tried to interrupt, but Dova didn't give him a chance.

She darted closer, sniffing him all over, her silver-gray tail wagging excitedly.

"Lord Sherlock, Dova hopes you will stand on our side as werewolves! With your healing magic, we werewolves are sure to win!"

Sherlock pushed her away helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. If I take sides, it will affect future business."

Dova's ears drooped, revealing a disappointed expression.

"I see... Although Dowa feels very regretful, there's nothing we can do about it."

She took out a large bag of live fish that were still thrashing about and placed it heavily on the counter.

"These are for you!"

Then he left without looking back.

"..."

Sherlock stared silently at the mountain of fish on the counter.

He turned his head and saw Fufu staring at him with a "I knew it" look in her eyes.

And from the ceiling, the head of another silver-haired undead slowly peeked out.

"...Fou, don't look at me like that. You know it's just a coincidence, right? And Ophelia, please stop peeking. It's really scary."

Sherlock held his head in one hand and let out a deep sigh.

He couldn't figure it out.

Fina and Dowa were probably just acting on a whim, right?
Give them some time, and they should calm down.

Right?
**
Friday.

Before dawn, the door of the treatment center was kicked open.

"Sherlock, I've decided to slaughter those families—"

"Wait a minute!!"

Sherlock rushed to the door with lightning speed and covered the mouth of the orc Rhea.

"Listen to me first..."

Rhea blinked and brushed Sherlock's hand away.

“Although Fina and Dova are both formidable opponents, when it comes to physical strength, we orcs are the strongest!” She puffed out her chest confidently, her brown skin glowing with a healthy sheen in the morning light.

“No, I can’t help you,” Sherlock replied wearily. “I won’t take sides.”

Leia stared at him for two seconds, then laughed heartily.

"Sherlock, you are indeed very clever. It seems you knew what I was going to say all along."

“Of course I know,” Sherlock gritted his teeth, “because the three of you are all the same kind!” (End of Chapter)