Outside the door stood a face, pale and bloodless.
"Your Highness? It's so late, shouldn't you be resting?"
Marvin looked on in surprise at the Second Prince, standing at the door in his pajamas.
"I can't sleep... May we talk?"
"Hmm... Come in."
Marvin stepped aside, and the Second Prince walked into the room, pausing at the sight of Holmes and Watson seated on the sofa: "You're here too?"
"With everything that happened tonight, I suspected someone leaked information about the nobility party, so I invited Mr. Holmes over to thoroughly analyze it."
"It does beg consideration..." Without giving it much thought, the Second Prince's gaze drifted over to the tabletop: "Nicholas, do you have any more Sleepy Toast?"
At the party, Marvin had prepared a lot of Sleepy Toast, planning to offer it to his guests, but the unforeseen fire that erupted and engulfed the villa consumed all his prepared toast. After all, no one would think to clutch a piece of toast while fleeing.
