For a moment, Cardinal Matilda fell silent.
A ripple of silence echoed among the four people staring at the corpse.
If this house had just been built and nobody had lived here before...
How did this corpse get here?
Aiwass instinctively looked back at Sherlock.
—Is this perhaps your area of expertise?
Although Sherlock was not in child form at the moment... from another perspective, didn't the detective always encounter major cases right after reverting back from being a child?
Sherlock glanced at Aiwass somewhat inexplicably, then very consciously walked over and squatted down to examine the corpse.
But as soon as he squatted, he frowned deeply.
Because the corpse was too clean, devoid of any clues.
It was a female elf who appeared to be in her twenties or thirties, with chestnut-brown short curly hair. She was still wearing the red robe that only a bishop could wear.
—This was an elf bishop.
