Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 41: The Missing Case of Silver Blaze (3)

We had taken on the case of Silver Blaze more easily than expected, but there was still one hurdle to overcome.

That was finding a place to hide Silver Blaze.

Professor Moriarty's office was not a feasible option since too many people came and went every day. And hiding her in just about any hotel posed the risk of Holmes barging in at any moment.

"You can stay here until the case is resolved."

"Here?"

After much discussion with the professor, the temporary residence chosen for her was none other than my dormitory room.

Student rooms were guaranteed thorough privacy, and besides, the academy itself was practically an autonomous zone where outsiders could not venture. Thus, essentially making my room the perfect hideout spot.

"... Is it okay for me to stay in such a place?"

"Huh?"

As I concealed Silver Blaze's appearance with invisibility magic and opened the door, a trembling voice came from beside me.

"It's... it's too luxurious, isn't it?"

"..........."

"You don't need to go to such lengths for me. I might die from feeling too burdened if I stay in a place like this..."

"Where on earth have you been staying all this time?"

Seeing her fearful reaction, I softly asked a question in a low voice, and the answer that came back was truly astonishing, to say the least.

"The stable."

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

"All the Demi-Human horses stay in the stables actually. It's quite unsanitary, but it gets a little better if you sleep on a pile of hay bales."

It was unbelievable that the dwelling place for the Demi-Human kind, who were no different from humans, was the stable.

Was Rachel Watson's statement about the abolition of the interspecies slavery system even accurate at this point?

Although I had thoroughly examined this world, I hadn't looked into such in-depth parts of the story, and it only made it far more embarrassing for me.

Perhaps, due to my insistence on historical accuracy, the conditions of that era might have been excessively reflected in this story world.

I began to feel a surge of guilt at that thought.

"Come in."

"Ah, ah!"

As Silver Blaze tried to step back, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my room.

– Click...

As I swiftly shut the door, silence ensued between us.

"Please, sit comfortably here."

"Ah, um...?"

When I made the dazed Silver Blaze sit on my bed, her tail and animal ears stiffened and stretched out wide.

– Rustle, rustle...

Then she poked the soft bed with her fingers and looked at me with a certain unease in her eyes.

"... I, I can sleep on the floor, you know."

How on earth had she been treated so far to have her self-esteem plummet this low?

This truly seemed no different than slavery.