Ninon!
You betrayed me!
It is you who changed the info in the foldiers.
You that messed with my gun!
You're f**king with me since the beginning.
You've had your laugh.
But now, game's up!
I risked my life to get the info you desired.
I am at the heart of the danger, in ennemy territory.
I obey every orders you give!
And when someone betrays you, I am the first to receive your hits.
Still messing with me?
You are the one who changed the info!
It was you that erased two soldiers from the plan so I'd get killed!
And you messed with my gun.
Proofs are there... this time.
It's not me, I gave you every info I had!
Yeah, if not you, who?
Anastasia.
Yeah, of course!
She had as much acess as me to the folder!
And I can't see when I could have touched you gun.
If I was the Ennemy you wre looking for, I would have fled by Cape
on the moment you had arrived here.
You're insulting my work and my intelligence.
I give you one minute to convince me of your innocence.
Innocent regarding what?
The crimes you had me do? Or crimes agains't you?
You're starting to have regrets?
You're worrying for characters?
No, but you seem to care a lot about mere characters.
Why do you care to much for a fake crown of an imaginary land?
It's my obsession.
And one does not discuss with its guide.
If you want to go the the True World
you better find where is the Ennemy and prove it's not you.
If I had the Cape, I would have appeared in your flat while you were sleeping and killed you.
Of fifty other ways you would not have escaped.
Who, then?
There is only one person who could lift your doubts once and for all.
Who?
Sherlock Holmes.
You have endangered the balance of the worlds.
You shouldn't have save Red!
But...
But she's nice, we couldn't have done that...
No!
Remember what Scriptio said!
But...
The old beared man?
We don't care?
No, no, no! She will find her author!
Esla, please, listen to me.
Esla,
I love you, you know that?
I beg you to forgive me.
I had something to do
but now I'll never leave you again...
Accept once again to me be my wife.
But, what the, Red...?
Sherlock Holmes!
You're Sherlock Holmes. By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Victorian era.
One of literature's most brillant detective.
You resolved the most winding
and obscur cases!
Addicted to egnimas!
And to ordinary drugs.
You're a genius!
It's true.
I don't know by which strange technology you've arrived in my living room, Ladies,
but I dare make you notice it is very impolite to dart into someone's place like this.
Especialy for someone of your condition.
You are certainly not an heir, from what I see of this modest neckless,
but still.
It didn't belong to your mother, did it?
Eaaa... no?
Like I thought.
This traces of wearness are not the sign of a great jewel.
It is even of quite a bad quality for someone of your rank.
This means you mother spoiled your elder sister
maybe to made her a perfect heir,
regardless of your own confort.
Even if you clearly don't live with your family anymore,
regarding the ungracious folds on your skirt
and you neglected hair.
No, you live with...
you.
You use the same soap,
and you have residues of the same textile on you clothes,
I deduct you ofen sit on the same surface,
a sofa maybe.
Your hands are calloused,
and your belt bears the traces of a weapon.
Regarding the holster's wearness,
it must have been used very often.
And even if you wanted to deny it,
you hand instinctively gripping your knife as I speak
tells me you wouldn't hesitate to kill.
Glad we can spare oursleves the presentations!
Unless you want to do also Ninon?
Of course.
Miss is a secretary...
Enough!
I don't have time for your demonstrations of ego.
A secretary you just have hit with the pommel of the knife at your belt.
Yes. And my fist.
I know.
Oh, ego battle!
Sherlock Holmes is indeed perfectly aware of his intelligence,
and he is worthy of his pride.
In the Study in Red, he actualy...
Shut it Anastasia!
I didn't ask for the commentary version.
I have a investigation for you.
Someone broke in my flat,
tampered with some papers of upmost confidentiality I keep for the governement, ...
You don't work with the governement.
You have stolen this papers,
or else you'd have asked for Scotland Yard.
... this person tampered with some papers I stole from the governement
and messed with my waepon, in order to send me to my death during a risky operation.
It is certainly the same person who stole a very important object,
as well as the key of my flat, six months ago.
It must be how she could falsify the documents.
This object,
it's a apparel similar to the one you used to get into my appartements,
a I wrong?
You're saying the person had acess to your flat, and she posseses your keys.
But as the woman of action you are,
you would have change your lock or flat,
you wouldn't have let her such an advantage.
I deduct from this this person does not have your keys
but the same apparel as you,
which permited you to come here.
And the care you take to place it on your shoulders
contrasts with your general attitude.
Futhermore, I wonder with which fabric this apparel is woven...
You see. You react as someone worrying for his belongings.
She does have stolen my apparel of teleportation
and uses it agaisn't me.
It might be her.
It was absolutely unnecessary to express your doubts agains't her,
your suspicion is plain.
It would be time for you to give me information I don't already have,
such as the heart of your problem.
Because for now, your story doesn't quite interest me.
Yeah, 'cause many people appears this way in the middle of your leaving room...
Absolutely uninteresting!
You problem is uninterresting.
The mystery of your arrival however, does pique my curiosity.
You can't imagine all the other things you will discover during this investigation.
A world of egnimas,
inventions even more fabulous than my teleporter,
enough to at last satisfy your brain way too advance for your era.
And of course,
I will offer you all the answers to the questions you see pinned on
every one of our moves, words,
and clothings.
I don't need you to find answers.
Tell me exactly when did your problems
with this person started.
It'll suffice.
Excuse me, I must go to the loo!
Always pissing this one...
Sherlock?
I hope remember what I told you!
his lock has not been forced.
But you have a spare key don't you, Miss Leroy? Hand it to me.
The hypothesis of the teleporter is definitly the best one.
Thank you.
Not a fold more or less on your skirt,
and you hair are barely better.
You must simply love staring at yourself in the mirror.
Show me the papers that were tampered with.
But... The page disapeared!
There's everything but the tampered page!
Interesting.
I would now like to aks questions individualy, without you.
Nobody would speak in front of you.
Agreed, do whatever you need, I will bring you everyone you want.
Ninon, you can say everything, your mission included.
I suggest you cooperate,
if Sherlock doesn't find the culprit, I will consider it is you.
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