If "Miss Neelim" were still here, she would certainly have stormed over and cursed Yunus for calling himself a fairy, even though he was such a "singing good man."
But after Yunus finished speaking, nothing happened.
The room was completely empty, as if the little creature hiding beneath Iver's hair had never appeared at all.
"Why is this happening?"
Yunus was stunned.
"Because the gloom around you is too heavy. It drove Miss Neelim away."
The corners of Iver's lips curved slightly as he teased him with a malicious joke.
"...Really?"
"—Obviously not."
Sherlock's cold voice came from outside the door. "Open up."
Iver went over, opened the door, and let him in.
Yunus's smile looked somewhat forced and nervous before he returned to his earlier smooth, chanting tone. "Dear Mr. Sherlock, I have a question..."
"—You want to know when I arrived."
Sherlock cut him off directly, skipping the lengthy pleasantries. "I only got here a short while ago, but I heard everything I needed to hear."
"...In that case, what a pity. We have already drunk all the wine..."
"—I already knew your identity, Your Highness the Prince. Iver told me. Yes, I knew from the very beginning. I will stand on Her Majesty the Queen's side—whichever queen it is. That is why I'm angry about your attitude toward me."
Like a player rapidly skipping through dialogue, Sherlock quickly answered the question Yunus had not yet asked.
Looking at the speechless Yunus, Sherlock tilted his head slightly and calmly asked, "Any other questions?"
Although he seemed quiet and rational, Iver sensed that he was somewhat angry.
"I think..."
So Iver pulled Sherlock over to find somewhere to sit, while smiling and saying, "What Mr. Yunus is curious about is probably... how you realized where the problem lay."
"...Do