News of Golden Princess's death quickly spread through the Twin Towers.
"Oh my, oh my. How should I put this? This really is a major incident!"
Shirou studied the pile of mangled flesh in the room with great interest. Golden Princess had been cut into chunks of meat, with only her head placed atop a bedsheet stained red with blood.
As expected of Golden Princess, even in death, she was filled with an indescribable beauty.
"The windows were locked from the inside, and the door even had a Magic Lock installed. In other words, this is a locked-room murder case!" Shirou slipped into character with ease. Of course, he recovered even faster. "Ah, sorry, sorry. A new manga came out where I'm from recently, and the atmosphere was very similar, so I got carried away."
"No matter," Inorai said magnanimously, waving a hand. "I simply didn't expect you to be skilled at this sort of thing as well, Emiya Shirou."
"Don't tell me you're about to say that all of us are suspects! Hey, kid, I don't dislike detective novels—in fact, I rather enjoy them—but becoming a suspect myself is a different matter. I think I'm better suited to playing the victim."
Touko Aozaki folded her arms. Among this group, she was one of the least flustered.
"No, no, however I look at it, Touko, I think you're better suited to playing the murderer," Shirou retorted. "But now isn't the time to discuss detective games. Perfect—my detective has arrived too!"
Following Shirou's gaze, everyone looked outside the door. A certain someone in a suit, a cigar clenched between his teeth, stood there looking travel-worn, perhaps because he had rushed over in such a hurry.
His brows were tightly furrowed, making him look like an imposing mage. In truth, it was