My Immoral Detective System

So Zion squinted his eyes at the wall before him and walked behind the folding screen again. He would wait here for the prince even if it took an hour! But he didn't have to crouch behind the screen for a long time before the hidden door opened again. This time, he could see that the prince's forehead was covered with a cold sweat, and the complexion of his face paled several degrees.

Something was wrong. Zion could tell that either Prince Linton had been threatened or he was about to die a tragic death and saved himself at the last moment by compromising. At this time, the detective could think of various scenes in his mind where the villain was threatening a cowardly person who was covered with cold sweat and finally decided to agree to the former's wishes.​​

If that was the case, then this prince also seemed to be a victim.

But something still felt off for some reason. He glanced at the prince, who returned to his gentle yet aloof demeanor while walking outside the room. When Zion saw that, he pursed his lips and followed the man. Before he could even think of following the person more, the prince nodded at the manager before strolling toward the carriage and leaving the brothel.

For the next few days, he didn't see the prince again, which made him frown deeper. Why wasn't the prince coming to this brothel again? Zion didn't want to stay here anymore, even as a servant. He almost felt like he would turn into some pervert after hearing so many moans from several rooms.

Even though he was from the 21st century, he still wasn't ready to hear the live version of those kinds of bedroom activities every day. Every time he crossed a room, he would hear a girl's moan that was loud enough to reach everyone's ears in the brothel. For the first few days, Zion had a trace of blush on his face while pretending to be a servant and waiting for the prince to arrive.

But after a few days passed, Zion felt that he was getting numb. He was even starting to imagine what the man must have done to that prostitute inside to make her scream so loud. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose. He wasn't a man idly imagining such things about girls randomly!

Was he going to become a pervert staying inside this place?!

He clearly needed something to get busy to stop thinking about it anymore!

The second most important thing was his system continuing to pop out in front of his eyes every time a girl would scream. That happened quite a lot, and Zion was getting sick of it. 007 would pop out even when Zion was talking to someone, and the poor detective would have to pause in the middle of conservation and focus on suppressing his shocked expression.

And the most irritating thing was the expression that the furry man would make after coming out. He would have two heart-shaped emojis popping out of his eyes while staring at the closed door with an expression filled with lust. Then he would lick his lips and say to his host. "Host, I would recommend you to stay here and manage the brothel from now on. You don't have to solve the cases anymore."

Zion knew that this stupid system was just getting blinded by lust. So he didn't take those words seriously and diligently waited for the prince.

A week later, the prince appeared again and almost made Zion shed joyful tears in his heart, although from his expression, no one could tell what he was thinking. His face was cold and calm as usual.

But the prince didn't act as Zion expected. Linton came, spent some time watching a prostitute's strange dance, and left just like that. That's when he realized that perhaps his cover was blown.

Zion frowned at that. He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment while entering his living quarters that night.

The prince perhaps knew that Zion had been waiting there behind the folding screen. Was that why Linton made that expression? So was the prince really threatened or not?

This case was getting more complex. Wasn't this supposed to be an easy one? Why wasn't the prince behaving like a victim? This man was acting more like a murderer's companion who had decided to fool the police.

"System," Zion called 007 in his mind. "I want to buy one last identity."

The system appeared before his eyes. This time, the furry man was wearing a nighty made out of pinkish fur, and there was a cap of the same color on his head. This system looked even like a girl who had just woken up unjustly.

007 quickly caught on to what his host was thinking and glared at the man. "I'm not a girl! What part of me looks like a girl?"

Zion seriously considered answering this question and gave the system a thorough glance before opening his mouth.

"Don't! You don't have to answer that." The system wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had seen the way Zion had glanced at him. The man's gaze almost felt like he was screaming, 'this system is too foolish.' So it was better for the system to stay silent whenever his host thought about his clothing style.

007 didn't want to be bullied even more than he already was!

So he forced the topic back on track. "I'll fill the form. So do you need to go out or change into an aristocrat?"

Zion thought for a while and nodded. "Change me into an aristocrat when I head out. I have to sneak back to that inn and transform into a human servant to come here."

The system didn't understand one thing. "Why do you need to change your identity again?"

Zion gave the system a cold glance as if he was calling 007 a fool a thousand times. The latter gulped and said, "Don't answer that. My bad."

His host shrugged and pulled up the blanket. "I'll be sleeping for a while. You better not disturb me."

The system had an urge to throw a fist at this man. Who was it that disturbed his sleep first?! 007 was sleeping soundly before the man knocked his door like this. Now the detective even dared to say that the man shouldn't be disturbed?!

But despite being angry, the system didn't do anything. He mumbled curses and silently turned off the screen while monitoring Zion's every move.