December 31, 1349, night.
Having just mooched a meal at Audrey's coming-of-age ceremony, Sno greeted Audrey before silently leaving the Queen's banquet, just as silently as he had arrived.
With the Holy Emblem of Night, let alone the Queen's banquet hall, even the King's bedchamber, he could... Uh, there might be the Russian Priest in the King's bedchamber. Better not go there after all.
Recalling Audrey's expression when she saw him at her coming-of-age ceremony—clearly shocked, yet forcing herself to remain composed and smiling—Sno could not help curling his lips upward. But when he remembered that the girl was also grieving for the casualties in Backlund, the pleasure from his mischievousness faded considerably.
"Sigh..." Sno sighed softly and returned to the border between West Borough and Empress Borough. Then his expression shifted slightly, because he noticed that the lights in his home were on?
Who was it?
Sno immediately brought himself to peak condition, gently rubbing the Holy Emblem of Night with his fingers. As spirituality flowed into it, his body seemed to merge completely with the darkness.
He silently pushed open his front door, and then...
He saw the person who had "broken into his home"—
Detective Sherlock Moriarty, his face altered somewhat.
At that moment, he was sitting awkwardly beside the coffee table, with a cat seated before him.
"Lily?" Sno immediately understood and revealed himself. "Detective Sherlock, next time, if I am not home, I hope you will notify me through a messenger instead of sitting here competing with my cat to see who blinks first..."
"I did not want to either!" Klein ranted inwardly. He had merely knocked on the door, and then this cat had opened it for him. He had thought it would be like last time. Who knew nobody would be home this