When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1283 - 10: Is This Your Excuse for Trespassing Here3

This is not a residential area, nor is it Arsene’s own abode.

"We can’t go ho," Arsene explained, "not even to LeiBrun Cafe, it’s swarming with spies."

"Sherlock is at your house?"

Aiwass asked directly.

Hearing such an intimate address, Arsene’s heart stirred.

—That subtle possibility in his heart rose again.

"To be precise, his body is lying at my ho."

Arsene sighed: "I caused him harm."

"What exactly happened?"

"I originally wanted him to investigate sothing else... To facilitate communication, I brought him to my ho. And my convenient father-in-law—now the Duke of Vando heard about it and solemnly invited our clever detective Hers for a eting.

—Since then, he never ca out. If I hadn’t gone in to confirm he’s still breathing, just trapped in sleep... I would’ve thought my father killed him. And then I understood what happened—he was taken to the Dream Realm."

Arsene frowned: "And after that, his delegated collector—you know who—received a letter from the Queen of Avalon. This letter carries significant weight for the Iris Flower, even the Duke of Vando must handle it cautiously. So Sherlock returned to his body and personally wrote the letter, then fell back into sleep."

"So," the Son of the Moon in white robes raised an eyebrow, "we can actually go straight to the Duke of Vando Mansion and seize him out?"

"Though I’m not sure what secret thod he’s using to confine Sherlock’s soul. But if I can force him to hand over this secret or release Sherlock... that’s possible, right?"

Aiwass said leisurely: "As long as he doesn’t dare to stop ."

... After all, you are His Holiness, who dares stop you.

Arsene thought helplessly.

—Now he’s basically guessed the identity of the "White Robed Moon Child."

And Aiwass just casually spoke, showing no intention of hiding his identity: "I also believe in your determination to save Sherlock. Yet, after roughly guessing my identity, you didn’t bring ho—so I reckon, you have sothing you want to investigate, correct?"

"... I suspect that these two matters may be the sa thing."

Arsene finally spoke: "It involves my mother."

"Your mother?"

"I’m an orphan, my mother died when I was very young, so I grew up in an orphanage... You must’ve guessed. I was once a mber of the Hawkeye Organization."

Arsene said frankly: "But thanks to the Duke of Vando, I could leave the organization, not needing to complete the tasks they assigned, and avoid being hunted for ’defection.’ Thus, I am grateful to my father-in-law.

"But from another perspective, the Duke of Vando knew my parents. I think there might be so secrets in their deaths... Being taken as a son-in-law by the Duke might also be related to this. I recently found so important intel... And what I wanted Sherlock to investigate is precisely this matter.

"—So, I apologize... Sir."

He ultimately swallowed the word "Pope," and after a mont of silence, added: "After that, I haven’t been able to contact Sherlock. But I suspect what the Duke of Vando is investigating might also be related to this secret...

"I could rescue Sherlock directly and stop the investigation, but that would an the truth I seek could be unattainable... It’s my selfishness. I admit it’s not ethical... I will apologize to Sherlock later."

"... I understand your thoughts now."

Aiwass slowly nodded: "I believe Sherlock also wants to know the truth. He dives into mysteries like a cat plunging into a bowl of food. Bringing him out in such tis, he’ll hiss.

"Rest assured, I will help you. In appreciation of your honesty—and I also have sothing to do in the Dream Realm.

"But there’s one thing I don’t quite understand..."

Aiwass looked around, trying to maintain a calm tone.

"... Why did you bring us to a university won’s dormitory to enter the dream?"

"I have acquaintances here."

Arsene said softly: "A very beautiful lady."

"I think you should have them elsewhere too!"

Aiwass exclaid.