Aaron hesitated to speak as he glanced at Alice, then silently set down his coffee.
This of hers wasn't just a matter of not adding sugar...
Aaron stared at Alice's innocent expression, trying to find a crack in it.
However, Alice had ample experience with what expression she should wear after doing something bad. After watching her for a while, Aaron had no choice but to give up.
Still, after taking a sip of that coffee that he didn't know how had been made, most of Aaron's fear had dissipated. He asked with relative composure:
"Lady Daly, I want to know... does true mysticism exist in this world?"
"Didn't you come to ask me about Will Auceptin?" Alice asked doubtfully.
"I..." Aaron stammered, not knowing where to begin.
How was he supposed to put it? That he suspected the child was the one his wife had conceived? No one would believe something so fantastical, would they?
Unless... unless true mysticism existed in this world.
Sherlock had been right. If true mysticism existed in this world, the best place to seek help was a church. But if he wanted to uncover the truth...
Aaron looked at Alice, carefully choosing his words.
Alice held her cup and patiently waited for Aaron to speak first.
"I had a dream," Aaron finally decided to begin with his dream. "In it, I climbed a pitch-black, towering spire..."
Alice frowned and set down her cup, her attitude turning serious.
Alice's change in demeanor gave Aaron confidence, and he continued:
"At the top of the spire, I saw two white great serpents, one large and one small. The smaller one seemed a little worried about me..."
White great serpents... the Snake of Mercury! But why were there two, one large and one small? Was the other one