"How would I know? This is a magic academy. Plenty of people can use magic. Erasing traces would be easy. You can't lock onto the target with ordinary methods."
"But you still found them."
"So did you."
"That proves there are two possibilities," Main Universe Batman said. "Either his magical skill is about on par with ours, and he can't erase the traces properly with magic; or he simply doesn't care—he doesn't care at all if anyone finds those traces. Which do you think it is?"
"The traces I saw in the enchanted forest were fairly obvious. What about yours?"
"The ones in the library were about the same. It seemed like they had no intention of hiding them at all."
"They?"
"That's right. Don't tell me you only saw one person's traces?"
Owlman fell silent, clearly deep in thought. Main Universe Batman did not press him further, because he knew Owlman would never reveal anything more.
Main Universe Batman knew he held an advantage in terms of intelligence. That day, he had seen two Schillers heading toward the enchanted forest, while Owlman had only found one person's traces. Not only did this not contradict the clues above, it was powerful corroboration.
Because both of them were Schiller, they looked exactly alike. Their height, weight, and footprints would naturally be identical as well. Whatever traces the two had left in the enchanted forest would look as though they had been left by one person.
Batman did not think Schiller was a dark wizard. After all, Schiller was far more evil than any dark wizard. He felt that something about this whole affair was strange, carrying an indescribable sense of wrongness.
Batman rarely trusted inexplicable intuition. Most of the time, he preferred to let evidence speak for itself. Once every impossible