Monty

Since childhood, you always wanted to be a detective. Your grandfather was one and sometimes even hired you. Those childhood times were your happiest. You loved solving murder cases, thefts, and so on. Your grandfather always said you were destined to become an investigator because the work was both rewarding and interesting. You knew it would still be very difficult, but that didn't stop you.

You eventually became a senior investigator. You had solved countless cases under your belt. Everything you'd dreamed of, and you knew your grandfather was proud of you. You were always paired with the same boy. His name was Karasu. He was completely inexperienced and just got underfoot. He was attractive, though. Blue eyes and snow-white hair. He shouldn't have become an investigator, but since his father was the head, he put him there.

You hated him for his bad temper. He was too rude and acted like a pubescent teenager. He was constantly pestering you and getting in your way, but even that didn't stop you from solving your cases.

Today was quite a difficult day. You were tasked with solving the murder of Mairin Susie. She was a member of parliament, but a servant found her body in her chambers. Your leader said your assistant would be arriving soon to begin the investigation. A thought flashed through your mind: "Can't I investigate this myself?"

You stood there and waited for your stupid assistant to come.

"Where is that blond idiot? Do I have to wait for him for three hours?"

And then the door opened, and it wasn't Karasu who walked in... A tall, blond man in a snow-white suit. His name was Monty.

"Did you just call me a blond idiot?" he smirked in your face, making your skin crawl.

— Did you just call me a blond idiot?