"By the way, Iver."
Isabel suddenly thought of something. She stood up beside the piano and walked over to the desk in the bedroom.
It had originally been Isabel's second dressing table, where she kept her jewelry, but she had since converted it into a small writing desk. She could use it to read before bed every day—in the study, she always had to dress properly while studying and handling official affairs, but in the bedroom, she could wear her nightdress.
She rummaged through it and pulled out a document, then handed it to Iver, who was sprawled across the sofa. "You forgot to give this to yourself yesterday... This is what you asked Sir Hermes to investigate."
"My sister... Freya Molly Moriarty?"
Iver murmured as he sat up slightly and took the letter.
This "sister" was thirty-one years old—older than Iver and Yulia, but younger than Edward.
Yet neither he, Edward, nor Yulia had any memory of this "sister." Even Lily and the other servants in the household had completely forgotten that she existed.
But when Iver asked Ligeia and the Grand Guardian, he discovered that they both remembered Freya's existence.
When Iver thought this might be a special case involving the Fifth Level, he also asked his history tutor, Professor Bard, as well as Mycroft. To his surprise, they all knew about Freya too.
Only then did Iver finally realize that something was wrong—only the members of the Moriarty Family had forgotten Freya's existence.
Or rather, the people living in Moriarty Manor had forgotten her.
However one looked at it, it bore the traces of a conspiracy... But fortunately, Freya was still alive. She was merely studying abroad in the Theocracy, and Iver would be able to meet her soon.
Even so, Iver had asked Mycroft to investigate