Sherlock's reasoning was simple and clear, one could say.
The essence of drama lay in fate's unexpected turns, while a person's fate was largely shaped by the unpredictable human heart. For that very reason, all one needed to do to create drama was manipulate the human heart.
Then all we have to do is reverse it—exclude the "human heart" entirely.
By gathering enough objective intelligence, one could calculate the absolutely correct "truth." Every action would follow the most rigid, mechanical pattern, without the slightest trace of selfish distractions, while numerous contingency plans would be established to eliminate all unexpected interference...
The "void" constructed from "beauty" and "transcendence" could be unraveled through the fusion of the "Wisdom" and "Authority" paths.
But the problem was...
"We don't have much time left, Sherlock."
Iver stressed, "The hand has already passed twelve—it's the twentieth now."
Sherlock was startled when he heard this and realized what Iver meant.
The Old Duke, Annie, and Arsene, however, were completely baffled.
Iver turned back toward his "genuine maternal grandfather" and his "biological mother" and revealed the information: "Isabel and I are getting married on the twenty-second."
"So at the latest—I have to return to Avalon on the evening of the twenty-first."
"...You have a wedding?"
The Old Duke's voice rose several pitches. "The day after tomorrow?"
Even though it was his first time meeting Iver, their blood connection could not be faked. With just one look, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity and affection.
For an old man, there was probably nothing more important than a younger family member's wedding—
Annie, however, seemed somewhat timid.
She seemed to want to say something... but she was also afraid to. In the end, she said nothing.
"—The Child of the Moon, the Swan King—none of that matters."
The Old