"Whoosh!"
With a sound, the sliding wooden window above the carriage was pulled open, revealing a face—golden hair, flawless skin, perfectly proportioned features. He was as beautiful as a woman, yet without seeming effeminate; he was more elegant than anything else.
It was Sherlock, who was far too outstanding, deeply oppressed by his family's "favor," forced to run away from home, and had fled to Faro City not long ago.
Some time ago, by chance, he had run into Richard and reestablished contact. Richard had also learned that Sherlock was doing business on the black market, earning money to satisfy his terrifying expenses.
"My dearest friend!" Sherlock called out, greeting Richard with a warm smile. "I heard you wanted information on the Ancestral Spirit Society? The moment I got your message, I personally delivered it to you. Moved? Oh, right, the information is here. Take it."
As he spoke, Sherlock passed a stack of papers through the carriage window.
Richard accepted them and quickly skimmed through a few pages. The information was extremely detailed, and some of it had not even been mentioned by Barry himself—for instance, that the Ancestral Spirit Society had originally been a school called Ancient Civilization's Light, and that the early Ancestral Spirit Society worshipped giant serpents...
After reading through it, Richard had a general understanding. He put the documents away, intending to read them carefully later, then looked up at Sherlock and curled his lip. "Sherlock, you're even more excessive than the last time I saw you. You actually have a Wizard serve as your groom. Aren't you afraid trouble will come looking for you?"
"You don't understand." Sherlock winked and said somewhat smugly, "My friend, it is precisely because I dare to have a Wizard as my groom that so much trouble stays far