"Seven years ago, he pursued legal studies at the Faculty of Law at the Royal Law University, learning Law Magic... He was already twenty-seven years old at that time, and I had just turned eighteen."
Sherlock spoke with a hint of nostalgia, "When I first entered the university, my personality was quite solitary. I thought everyone else was a noisy bunch of idiots—childish, foolish, and impulsive. Even though they were university students, and at a place like the Royal Law University, they seemed no different from elementary school children. Only a very few smart individuals from the countryside could hold a proper conversation... Yet their knowledge was far from sufficient, and we had little common ground to discuss."
"So I didn't want to socialize with my peers. The professors at the school were the ones I interacted with most, hoping to borrow their private collections. And this habit of frequently seeking advice from various tutors further alienated me from those dimwits."
"Once, I went to ask Professor Moriarty a question about astronomy, but I was bitten by Edward's gryphon outside his office door."
"His gryphon wasn't of pure blood, its feather color was a bit darker than the regular Red Gryphon's, and it was slightly larger. Maybe that's why it was even more short-tempered... Edward wasn't a Light Cavalryman, so he couldn't communicate with his gryphon companion through the soul. He also came to see Professor Moriarty, and the gryphon was perched at the entrance."
"But as I tried to push the door, the door-guarding gryphon bit me directly. One bite was enough to tear my flesh to shreds, and two bites nearly severed my thigh... Edward quickly took me to the Cathedral of Candle Master, where the Archbishop personally used the Illumination Art on me, so I didn't end up with a disability or a scar."
"Although Archbishop Your Excellency healed all my injuries, I was indeed traumatized. And there was always this faint pain in my leg that lingered, only slowly fading away after two weeks. Edward Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories.
With doubt in his heart, Mr. Aiwass bid farewell to Sherlock.
Butler Oswald, who had emerged from the manor, nodded to Lily and took over Mr. Aiwass's wheelchair.
"You've returned at just the right time, Mr. Aiwass."
The usually silent old elf bowed slightly after entering the door and said softly, "Please come and heal Miss Julia first. The young lady is not in good condition."
...Strange, didn't I treat her this morning?
Mr. Aiwass was puzzled, but he did not speak up.
He gestured for Lily to leave, and then pushed Mr. Aiwass into Julia's room.
Mr. Aiwass's eyes suddenly widened.
He saw Julia bound by silver glowing restraints, while Edward stood by, stern-faced, his pupils shining with white brilliance.
Julia, drenched in cold sweat with her consciousness clearly blurred, hadn't noticed Mr. Aiwass entering. She was whispering nonsense in a low voice like someone in a high fever, words that were incomprehensible to others.
Her nightgown bore blatant scorch marks, and her pale skin was covered with red, glowing cracks resembling cracked porcelain or glass shattered under the heat of summer. Occasionally, faint tongues of fire would emerge from the cracks, only to be suppressed back again.
Edward controlled the silver chains binding Julia, squeezing her body, forcibly "gluing" her shattered body back together with external force.
Only when Mr. Aiwass drew closer did he notice Julia's sweat was not transparent... but a very light shade of blood.
—Leaving behind a red powder at the moment of drying.