"It's getting more and more confusing. Why am I starting to lose track?" Constantine rubbed his temples as he stared at the screen. "The Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One, somehow got hold of a book that looked seriously wrong and deliberately left it in her study for Helen to find."
"Not long after Helen got it, students started going crazy and attacking people. One of them nearly hurt Harley. Well, not nearly, exactly, but you get what I mean."
"Then a line of strange writing appeared on the wall of the third-floor corridor, mentioning the Secret Chamber, the Inheritors, and the enemies of the Inheritors..."
"What do these clues have to do with one another? I wonder if there happens to be the world's greatest detective in this room who could clear things up for us?"
Even without Constantine's teasing, everyone turned to Bruce. In those constantly shifting shots, most of them had seen only a mess of scattered clues, unable to connect them.
"The Inheritors and the enemies of the Inheritors." Bruce spoke first, his tone casual, as though the deduction had required no effort at all. "That means this chain of events might be divided into two sides—or rather, the person who wrote that sentence believed there were two sides. One was the Inheritors, and the other was their enemies. Why divide them this way?"
"What are they inheriting?" Zatanna asked. She glanced at Strange, who was sitting on the sofa. "Surely it isn't the position of Sorcerer Supreme?"
"That sounds logical." Pamela nodded. "If Inheritors have appeared in a magic academy, then naturally they would inherit the supreme position in the magical world."
"But I'm sorry, Miss, I have no intention of stepping down for the moment. I believe all the students understand that as well."
"Then