Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Sheringford is about 300 kilometers from the eastern coast of Aostania.

The ocean's prosperity exceeds many people's imagination.

As the origin of life, the ocean is home to countless species, including intelligent beings.

In this world, the gods treat all life equally. Statistically speaking, the number of extraordinary creatures in the ocean is several times greater than that on land.

For Sheringford Prison, the ocean is the best security.

Those inside can't get out, and those outside can't get in.

Even for Mycroft himself, getting in and out was a hassle.

Mycroft felt that his sister would be subject to the greatest possible restrictions here.

Mycroft stepped onto the island and walked toward the buildings in the distance.

The island is desolate, with silence and gloom everywhere due to the ubiquitous mystical restrictions and technological defenses.

If Fren had come to Sheringford, he would surely have realized that this was the real Azkaban.

"have not seen you for a long time."

Mycroft stood gracefully and calmly in front of a floor-to-ceiling glass panel, looking at the girl behind it and speaking.

This glass is indestructible; it is an extraordinary material from the seabed.

The girl huddled in the corner, hearing Mycroft's voice, but didn't react.

She was breathing normally, but no one who looked at her would think she was human.

Her exquisite and beautiful face was pale from being away from the sun for so long, and she was lifeless. Her eyes were focused on the void, and it was unclear what she was looking at.

Beneath the form-fitting clothes, resembling a lab coat, lay a voluptuous, twenty-year-old body, displaying alluring curves.

Mycroft didn't mind that Oros didn't reply; if they weren't his younger siblings, he wouldn't have started the conversation with such meaningless words.

He looked quietly at the girl behind the glass.

Two pairs of gray eyes, inherited from the Holmes family, met each other's gazes.

Mycroft could sense that as Oros looked at him, his sister had perceived some of his inner information that had no outward appearance.

Oros is always like this; he can capture facts outside the normal range.

Mycroft had consulted many mystical books about this ability, but they only mentioned it in fragments, as if it were some kind of ability that was not allowed to be recorded on paper.

Mycroft was once amazed by this extraordinary talent, but behind his concern for his sister lay a deep sense of defensiveness.

However, after witnessing another "monster," Mycroft was able to think calmly when facing his sister.

At least Oros's abilities can be summarized, observed, and described in words.

The younger brother, who usually enjoys mature women's magazines and gourmet food, and is extremely lazy, seems like an ordinary, unremarkable nerd. But beneath that exterior lies a monster that Mycroft could never have imagined.

With such a monster before him, Oros, in Mycroft's eyes, also became a child with some psychological problems.

"This is your next task." Mycroft slipped a document into the notch next to the glass.

Like a prison visitation window, this opening allows material without any signs of life to pass through.

Mycroft's intelligence lies in integrating and extrapolating from different data. This allows him to mentally simulate all the country's data, from logistics to military affairs, while working in the central government, which is why no work he handles is overlooked.

Francessoko's intelligence was evident in his astonishing memory and limitless computational power, which even Mycroft found astounding. Mycroft would often present Francessoko with massive amounts of data that even he found mind-bending. In just a few seconds, Francessoko could optimize the data to arrive at the most accurate answers, which he would then provide to Mycroft for reference.

Oros, besides possessing a memory and deductive reasoning ability comparable to Mycroft, also has a terrifying intuition. From the slightest clues, he can deduce information about the past and even the future.

As for Sherlock... let's not talk about him. While Mycroft doesn't need Sherlock to do any work, let him continue playing detective house. After all, this younger brother's intelligence is somewhat limited.

Like Sherlock and Francessoko, Mycroft was highly skilled at exploiting his younger siblings, and treated them all equally. With such a useful sister, Mycroft certainly wouldn't let her just laze around in prison.

Every time I come to Sheringford Prison, besides checking on my sister's condition, I also bring her the work she'll be doing next.

After graduating from Berlin University, Mycroft rose to the top of the central government within a year and became the leader of the Republican Party within two years, rivaling Donovan Desmond. His younger siblings played a part in this success.

Seeing that Oros didn't even glance at this intelligence, which was considered top secret in Ostonia and Vestalis, Mycroft didn't mind. He paused for two seconds, then put down another item in his hand.

"This is the food my mother made last night."

After saying that, Mycroft turned and left, and the large room fell silent once again.

The glass reflected the figure of Oros in the corner; the only other sounds were the beating of Oros's heart and the echoing of his breath.

A few minutes passed before Oros raised his head, tidied his hair which was the same color as his mother's, and picked up the box that Mycroft had placed there.

The box was sealed very well, and ice was placed inside to keep the food fresh. Even after a night, the food inside remained fresh.

Upon opening it, Olos smelled a fresh, sour aroma, a flavor she often enjoyed with her mother's homemade sauces when she was still at Holmes Manor.

Just by smelling it, Oros knew that it wasn't exactly the same as the taste in his memory; it contained dried chili peppers that someone else loved.

A rare struggle appeared in Oros's eyes.

She never wanted to touch anything that contained that thief, but it had indeed been a long time since she had eaten her mother's food.

Oros remained calm, but Ke's emotions gradually fluctuated. In the end, he used his fork to pick up some noodles, dipped them in the sauce, and put them in his mouth.

My mother's cooking technique was still perfect. But the spiciness on her tongue felt like the cooking utensils, cutting into her heart.

She disliked everything about the thief, including his favorite foods.

Using an expensive alchemical straitjacket to wipe his mouth, Oros picked up the documents Mycroft had left behind, glanced through them once, and then wrote down the answers Mycroft wanted to know.

Finally, he wrote one more line.

[I've already decided on my "salary" for this year; I need to meet someone.]

She did these pointless things for Mycroft, and of course she needed to be paid.