"Could it be that my role on today's stage is to release the kidnapped Detective from the box?"
Earlier, at the entrance to the Dessert Museum, Hashimoto Maya had thought it over repeatedly but still hadn't dared to get close to the luggage storage area for a better look.
Perhaps it was a conclusion drawn from past experience, or perhaps some kind of intuitive warning—he always felt that anywhere near Jiang Xia was actually a terrible place to be.
Just as storms always raged around Sherlock Holmes, Jiang Xia himself seemed like the eye of a storm. Whenever Sherlock Holmes battled Moriarty from afar, innocent bystanders were inevitably caught up in it. Even though that eye of the storm had now been packed into a box, Hashimoto Maya worried that if he approached rashly, he would be swept in and something bad would happen.
"But now, it seems there aren't any other roles left." Hashimoto Maya's heart pounded uneasily. "The four people are almost assembled already. Lord Uzo will personally handle the selection of the pastry chef. The only thing I can do... might be to rescue Jiang Xia?"
After all, according to the ecosystem he had once analyzed, among Lord Uzo's subordinates connected to Jiang Xia, Boss Amuro, who ran the Detective Agency, was the landlady; Jiang Xia was Sherlock Holmes; and he, a man who had studied medicine, was naturally that unlucky Watson...
"If Sherlock Holmes is in trouble, how can I, Watson, just stand by and watch?"
Hashimoto Maya let out a long sigh toward the sky and finally made this sorrowful decision. "Working under Lord Uzo, I actually still dare to pick and choose jobs. If I keep being this picky, I'll probably end up choosing my own death... Sigh, if I'd known, I never should've