The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"They are all your wives, aren't they?"

"..."

This time, Ian really couldn't help but feel surprised.

From the moment he met Holmes until now, he had never mentioned the relationship between himself and the three sisters.

How did you know that, Holmes?

As if he had anticipated Ian's doubts, the famous detective quickly began to explain.

"From the moment I saw you, I noticed that the three of them kept their eyes on you."

"Of course, my friend, this alone is not enough to prove that they are all your wives."

"What really confirmed it for me was the order in which they went up the stairs—they could all have gone ahead of you, but without exception, they all chose to walk behind you."

"This is a sign of respect for you. Considering this perspective and considering the actual situation, my wife would naturally be more suitable."

"This kind of behavior, hidden in small things, is absolutely impossible to disguise all at once."

"This……"

Ian applauded Holmes heartily.

"I originally thought detectives like this only existed in stories, but I didn't expect they were real people."

"Holmes, you are really amazing."

"But then again—"

Ian frowned slightly, recalling what Holmes had just said.

"Why did you call me 'your friend' from the first time you met me?"

“Is there some hidden logic here?”

"You can say yes and you can say no." Holmes replied with a smile, and then looked at the watch on his wrist.

"The first time I shouted, it was really just out of intuition."

"But after hearing your name, I can call you my friend."

"What does it mean?"

"You'll soon find out." Holmes glanced at his watch again.

"In fifteen seconds, she will appear in front of us."

"fifteen."

There were footsteps on the stairs.

"ten."

The figure walked up the stairs.

"three."

The figure came to the door.

"zero."

A young girl appeared at the door of the room.

Holmes looked at her and said with a smile:

"Welcome back, my assistant Grey."

"Today, it seems I really met Mr. Ian, whom you often mentioned."

532. Grey: Are You Their Husbands? / Detective's Assistant / Recognition (4k)

Along with Holmes' words, a slightly thin girl appeared.

She had silver hair and green eyes, and she was wearing a gray short skirt, looking pitiful.

At this moment, she was holding a bag full of bread, and it was obvious that she had just finished shopping.

"This……"

To Ian, the face of the girl in front of him was naturally very familiar.

This is the real Grey!

But she had only just escaped from the Welsh village of Blackmoya, so why was she now on the streets of London at this hour?!

Ian's reaction was quickly noticed by the three sisters.

The three of them discussed it, and then the eldest sister Stheno spoke.

She leaned towards Ian and said calmly:

"Pegasus, what's going on?"

"Is there something wrong with this girl named Gray?"

"..."

Realizing that he couldn't reveal what he knew, Ian thought for a moment and then gave a response.

"Stheno."

"This might be part of the singularity. If possible, please help me hide my identity for a while."

"This……"

Although Ian's request seemed a little strange, as the husband shared by the three sisters, Steno chose to cooperate with him.

"okay, I get it."

On the other side, Gray, who came back with bread, suddenly became nervous after hearing what Holmes said.

Her two slightly thin hands tightly grasped the bag on her chest, and then she asked cautiously.

"Mr. Ian...where is he?"

"My assistant, he is before you now," Holmes laughed. "He is the man you have always spoken of. I have engraved him in my heart."

"This……"

Hearing this, Gray looked at Ian. Her eyes, which were almost identical to Altria's, stared straight at the man without any concealment.

Obviously, she had taken Holmes' words as true.

At this moment, Ian finally understood the meaning of the great detective's previous words.

When we first met, we simply wanted to call each other friends;

The reason we met after that was because Gray often mentioned herself.

So--

Your assistant's friends are your friends.

With this idea in mind, Grey's words became the basis for Holmes to recognize Ian as a "friend".

only--

Even if you understand all this, it will not change the current situation.

Ian still couldn't just recognize Grey like that, otherwise there would definitely be a lot of trouble that would be difficult to explain.

Thinking of this, the man quickly spoke again.

"I think--"

"Maybe there's some misunderstanding here."

"After all, I don't belong to this era at all. You should be very clear about this, Holmes, right?"

"Yes."

According to the agreement just now, Stheno came to Ian's left, took his arm, and said:

"This is my husband."

"I..." Stheno's gaze fell on Gray, who looked about the same age as him, "I don't remember my husband ever mentioning such a person."

"That's right!"

Yurielle followed her sister's steps and came to Ian's right.

"I don't remember Pegasus ever mentioning that he knew such a girl!"

"If you knew and didn't report it, wouldn't that be a blatant act of betrayal?"

"As a wife, I absolutely cannot accept this kind of thing!"

“Eh…eh?!”

Gray, holding the bread, blinked several times. After confirming that she had heard correctly, she spoke very weakly.

"How can there be... two wives at the same time?!"

Seeing this, Medusa did not go up to Ian and add fuel to the fire of the already bad situation. Instead, she came to Gray and very considerately picked up the bag full of bread for her.

"You've been working hard out there."

"Eh..." Gray was a little uncomfortable with being treated so gently all of a sudden, but she quickly nodded very kindly.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Medusa touched Gray's head and then said something that she had never expected.

"actually--"

"I am his wife too."

"Ah?!" Gray's lips opened slightly, and it seemed that she would not be able to close them for a while.

"..."

Holmes looked at this extremely chaotic scene, took a puff of his pipe silently, and then blew out a beautiful smoke ring.

"It seems that we need to further exchange intelligence."

Ten minutes later.

After a brief exchange of names, everyone gathered in the room once again.

But this time, the focus of the topic became Gray.

"so--"

Stheno frowned slightly.

"Why is your assistant, Holmes, such a girl?"

“That was a bit of a surprise to me.”

Faced with Stheno's questioning, Holmes was not panicked.

"It's normal to be surprised - people are always resistant to things that don't fit their ideas, even if they are the truth."

"It's like if I told you that the chair you're sitting on right now was actually from 318 years ago. You would be just as surprised."

"..."

Stheno glanced down at the chair and realized that he was indeed a little surprised.

"Then how did you two meet?" Yurielle grasped another key point.

"I don't think a detective like you, Holmes, would have the chance to meet a little girl like Grey."

"Theoretically, it's really unlikely—"

With a little luck, Holmes's pipe began to glow slightly red.

"But there are always many things in the world that go beyond theory and beyond our imagination."

"It's just like this fog right now."

"I happened to meet such a girl in a fog by chance. As a detective, I think protecting such survivors should be my most basic duty."

"Of course, it's just about leaving her here."