But the reason Iver could set this deadline was that he already had a number in mind.
"Let's go with Sherlock's method—"
Iver looked at the Old Duke and said with absolute confidence, "First, bring over all the information and intelligence on the Child of the Moon Earls. We'll eliminate them one by one."
Hearing this, the Old Duke looked toward Arsene.
"Did you hear me?"
The old man spoke with authority. "Get to it!"
"Uh, okay!"
Arsene instantly sprang into action and dashed out.
Although he had been ordered to do it, he felt not the slightest bit unhappy.
If anything, he was filled with curiosity—
Twenty-four hours.
In just twenty-four hours, they had to find and capture someone capable of changing reality and rewriting everyone's minds?
Was that even possible? It was practically magic, practically a "miracle"! At that moment, Arsene was filled with the same anticipation he had felt as a child when he first saw the Magician perform a trick.
Gathering the "unbelievable" into a single point, igniting it, and releasing a dazzling burst of light—
The simple tricks he had seen back then had taken Arsene less than two years to master without a teacher. But he would never forget how his younger self had widened his eyes in disbelief, allowing wonder to overflow within his heart.
Later, when he took up the career of a phantom thief, he always sent out a calling card before taking action—that was a kind of magic bound by an appointment. It was like a Magician announcing, "I'm about to do something," waiting for everyone to focus their attention before beginning the performance. People would stare at the miracle he created in wonder, and that feeling satisfied him.
The next time he felt this way was when he first