Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes

Good news: I’m about to win over my target.

Bad news: The day before he was going to marry me, my target kicked the bucket.

Vera is a young secret agent. After an accident during a mission, she was bound to a Romance System.

She has to complete the romance mission to wake up in the real world.

In this Sherlock-inspired side world, her target is Mr. Holmes. Between the two Mr. Holmeses, she decisively chose the one without a high-functioning antisocial personality, only for her target to kick the bucket the day before she completed the mission.

Now there’s only one Mr. Holmes left, and she has just three months remaining.

So she moved into 221B Baker Street.

In the morning, Bertha opened the fridge and elegantly took out a severed arm and a jar of eyeballs. “Would you like some breakfast?”

Sherlock gazed at her with his gray-green eyes for a second, then said, “You can have it yourself.”

That evening, Vera was kept awake by the sound of a whip cracking over and over. She left her room and saw Sherlock enthusiastically whipping a corpse.

She strode over and drove a dagger straight through the corpse’s skull. With a hint of a playful pout, she said, “Little brother, don’t keep your big sister from sleeping.”

Sherlock parted his lips, then broke into an excited smile.

Her late brother’s bride-to-be, who hadn’t even married him yet, really was an interesting woman...