[A wealthy, elegant, thrill-seeking male assistant x a saintly female detective who only takes cases in summer]
In the ancient city of Montmartre, high-society scandals were as common as gossip about noblewomen. Letters exchanged among the aristocracy were full of complaints like, “The world here is like breathing poison, a life spent amid abortions and blasphemy.”
One snowy morning, as branches snapped under the weight of the snow and jackdaws huddled in their nests, a man dressed like a traditional gentleman knocked on a wooden door.
“Good day, Miss Detective.”
The man took off his black top hat, revealing a pair of pure, gemlike blue eyes.
Beneath his high nose, his lips curved into a smile as he addressed the famous detective who, according to rumor, only took cases in summer.
“I’m a doctor, and I’m here to apply for the position of your assistant.”
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Heroine: “You’re applying to be my assistant? But I’m not hiring anyone.”
Hero: “That doesn’t matter.”
**
Just as high society in this city likes to say, “Behind every successful husband is a wise wife,”
behind every excellent detective is a capable assistant.
The story is roughly about a male lead who starts committing crimes on a whim, then does so with dogged determination to bring in money for the heroine. When he realizes she’s too kind to make a profit, he decides to offer himself up as her assistant.
Theme: Pursuing justice and the dawn
