The mysterious man in a suit enters the café.
Casper: Welcome, sir, the manager.
The Manager: Hello, how are you all doing?
Maria: Fine!
Lawrence: Hmph… I'll go to sleep, goodbye.
The Manager: Hey, don't you greet your manager?
Lawrence: Hello… Hmph, is this enough?
The Manager: Slightly better… now get out, you insolent one!
Lawrence: Hahaha, can't you handle my work today?
The Manager: What did you do today?
Lawrence: I cooked.
The Manager: … Go away from in front of me, and ten coins are deducted from your pay today!
Casper (washing the dishes): Calm down, William. He just burned his hand by accident.
Lawrence: Don't mention it.
Casper: He burned his hand, and all the customers laughed at him.
Lawrence leaves the place angrily, while Maria and Nila laugh.
William (chuckling lightly): Well, if that's the case… ah, right, why did you call me so late, Casper?
Casper: Ask Liner who brought her.
Liner (carving a small wooden object): Just a girl working in investigations, new to the city.
William: Really? Hahaha, you are slow to understand. Well, at least tell me she's not staying here.
Nila: Actually, she is staying here.
William: … Where is the respect for the manager and democracy in my opinion!
Maria: You weren't here, how would you know? Should we send a carrier pigeon?
William: … Casper, am I really their manager?
Casper: They are just joking with you.
William: Fine, since you, Liner, brought someone here without my permission, you'll have another cleaning task at this time, you and Nila.
Nila: Why me?
William (blowing a whistle): You opposed my opinion, so this is what you deserve.
Nila: Why me? You have Maria and even Lawrence.
William: The first person who came to mind was you.
Nila: I'll show you one day.
William: Try it.
Liner leaves the place without a word.
Nila: At least wait for me.
Nila chases after him.
Nila (looking out the open window): So… where should we go?
William: Ah, I forgot.
William throws a paper to Nila; she catches it easily and follows Liner.
Casey exits the police station.
Casey: I thought work would never end there, haha… at least I got my advance salary today.
She walks through the city and stops in front of Marjinato restaurant.
Casey: I want one medium pepperoni pizza.
Waiter: We'll prepare it for you.
A few minutes later…
Waiter: Here's your order.
Casey: Thank you.
Waiter: Ahem… the bill is 8 copper coins.
Casey: Here you go.
Casey sits near the window, eating while the cheese stretches from the pizza.
Casey: It tastes delicious.
After a few minutes…
Casey: That was a tasty meal.
Waiter: Tell your friends about it.
Casey leaves and continues wandering until she stops before a clothing store.
Casey: Hmm… half of what I brought from the trip fell during yesterday's chase. I need some new clothes.
She tries a red dress.
Casey: How does it look on me?
Store Clerk: Amazing on you.
Casey: I'll buy it.
Then she tries a formal suit.
Casey: How does it look on me?
Store Clerk: It's like it was made just for you.
Casey: I'll buy it.
Then she tries a winter outfit.
Casey: How do I look?
Store Clerk: Wow, this is one of the finest things I've seen in my life!
Casey leaves the store carrying many bags.
Casey (happily): They will definitely like this.
Suddenly, she bumps into someone, dropping her bags.
Casey (picking them up): I'm sorry, I didn't notice you.
Person: Don't worry, this happens every day because of the shops.
Casey looks up — it's Sherlock Holmes.
Casey (shocked): The city's famous detective… I apologize for what happened.
Sherlock Holmes: Don't worry. This happens to me every day. But it's strange — you took so many bags?
Casey: Because they looked good on me, according to the clerk.
Sherlock Holmes: Hahaha, well, if you're convinced too, that's fine.
He enters an apartment building.
Sherlock Holmes: It's been a long day.
Servant: Welcome, sir…
Sherlock Holmes: You don't need all that formality.
Servant: But…
Sherlock Holmes: As I told you.
He hands his shirt to her.
Sherlock Holmes: Wash it, and tell the second servant to bring tea. I'll be in the office.
Servant: Yes, sir.
Sherlock enters his office and starts reading files about Jack the Ripper.
Sherlock Holmes (to himself): How did he survive that fire…?
The door opens.
Servant: Here's your tea.
Sherlock Holmes: Thank you.
He's about to place the cup down when he notices movement in the lower corridor.
Sherlock Holmes (serious): Tell the second servant I'm stepping out for a moment.
Servant: Yes, sir.
Sherlock leaves, a revolver tucked at his waist.
In a narrow alley, Liner wears his mask.
Nila follows, wearing hers.
Nila: What do you think of him?
Liner: Better than your face, at least.
Nila hits him.
Nila: And now?
Liner: Same ugliness as yours.
Nila: You're hard to understand.
Liner: And you're foolish.
Nila: Anyway… we've arrived, Mr. Cold.
A group of thieves has turned the place upside down.
Gang Leader: Didn't you tell me where you hide your money?
Father (half-gagged): I already told you.
Gang Leader: You expect me to believe you only have thirty gold coins in a house this size?
He stabs the father's foot.
Father (screaming): I swear, that's all we have!
Gang Member (from upstairs): I found some fine dishes!
Gang Leader: Bring them here.
As he turns, the kitchen window explodes — Nila kicks it open.
Nila: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to today's endless show.
Liner: Flashy with foolishness.
Nila: Yes, indeed.
Battle ensues — Nila and Liner cut through the thieves one after another.
Nila: Next time, get rid of them; they annoy me.
Liner: Alright, princess.
Nila: Haha, yes, I am your princess.
Liner: Princess of annoyance, then.
Nila: …
They keep cutting down the gang.
Nila: Regular members three points, leader ten. Deal?
Liner: I reached twenty already, I win.
Nila: When?
Liner: Twenty-three now.
Nila: Leave some for me!
Finally, they corner the gang leader.
Nila: That's mine.
Liner: No, mine.
Together, they slice him into pieces.
Nila: Who gets the point?
Liner: I win.
They free the tied family.
Father: How can I repay you?
Liner: Just don't let it happen again.
They jump out the window.
Nila (smiling): Good luck.
A brown-haired man with golden eyes examines items in the alley.
Sherlock appears behind him, revolver aimed.
Sherlock Holmes: I didn't expect a pirate like you here.
Pirate: Nor did I expect someone like you.
Sherlock Holmes: Lucky for you, I'm not in a bad mood.
Pirate: Hahaha.
The pirate moves swiftly, grabs Sherlock's arm — gun fires, alerting the police.
They clash; Casey appears behind Sherlock, casting fire magic.
Sherlock Holmes: Glad to see you, miss.
Pirate: Hahaha, did you buy all this? The scams in this city must've grown.
Casey (angry): You'll regret that!
She fires — the pirate blocks it with a flour barrel; dust fills the alley.
When it clears, he's gone.
Casey: Where did he go?
Sherlock Holmes: Look above.
Casey looks up and sees him jumping onto a rooftop.
Casey: We must catch him!
Sherlock Holmes: Don't tire yourself. He won't wait for you.
He walks away, leaving Casey staring up in frustration.
A man with golden hair and eyes carries a large object on his back.
He sees a thief snatching from an old lady.
In an instant, he dashes forward, slamming the thief to the ground.
Old Lady: Thank you, young man.
The Man: No thanks needed.
He walks away silently.