February 16th.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, Sherlock hurriedly rushed to the Hall of Silver and Tin.
When the great detective, who had been missing for several months, reappeared, it immediately attracted the attention of the public. He hadn't even stepped onto the steps of the Hall of Silver and Tin when the news had already reached the steps of the press.
By the time he arrived at the queen's study, he saw Aiwass leisurely sitting in the queen's seat.
He was crossing his legs, leaning back in the chair, humming an operatic tune with pleasure.
"Yo, you've come."
Aiwass said with a smile, "Long time no see, great detective."
"I knew it was you who summoned me."
Sherlock said with annoyance, "What do you need, respected Minister Moriarty?"
"Nothing major, just to see if you were dead. It seems all is well. That's certainly a relief."
Aiwass's mouth curved into a sly smile.
—Fists clenched, his fists clenched.
Sherlock ground his teeth.
