Li Wei raised an eyebrow at Ovelia's answer. It was hardly unexpected, but he still needed to confirm it, just to be safe.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Ovelia nodded.
"Every member of the Baskerville Family receives a personal crest at their coming-of-age ceremony, with their name engraved on the back..."
As she spoke, Ovelia turned the crest over and pointed to the lettering on its back, which corrosion had already blurred.
"That's my grandfather's name. I have one just like it."
Ovelia removed a crest from her chest and placed it before Li Wei for comparison. He picked it up and examined it carefully. It was indeed very similar to the one he had obtained. Compared to that old, corroded crest, however, Ovelia's was clearly quite new, with a sharply defined design and lettering.
"Mr. Li Wei, may I ask where you obtained this crest?"
Ovelia's expression was very serious now. Li Wei's reputation as a detective was practically common knowledge in Fog City, and naturally, she knew about him too. But she had never expected him to produce her grandfather's crest almost as soon as he arrived at her home.
Even a magic trick couldn't have been that fast!
"It was just a chance discovery."
Li Wei did not explain the events in Wolfhead Village to Ovelia in detail. He saw no need to tell her that someone had kept her grandfather's head hanging up for decades.
Hmm? Wait. The Wolf God of Wolfhead Village was Ovelia's grandfather.
In other words, Young Sir Baskerville.
And Little Red Riding Hood was the Wolf God's daughter.
Then, in terms of family seniority, what should Miss Ovelia call Little Red Riding Hood? Aunt?
Li Wei instinctively began pondering the question.
Family seniority was important, after all, wasn't it?
"Is my grandfather