A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,In fact, Professor Moriarty—that is, the foster father of this case's involved party, Ewart Moriarty—was indeed a low-key, calm, wise, and learned man. Professor Moriarty was also Hayna University's former teacher, responsible for subjects like astronomy, astrophysics, and advanced mathematics.,He was clad in pure white fleece pajamas, looking as if he had just stepped out of the bath. His silken blond hair caught the warm glow of the hearth fire. He sat quietly and intently reading by the fire, his delicate features holding a gentle expression… reminding her of a poet, with the flames rising in their home fireplace.。