When Iver summoned Aleister, Sherlock had already understood his resolve.
--It was the determination to kill the wrong target rather than let anyone escape.
Sherlock knew Iver very well.
Iver was not a reckless or brutal person... and if he had made such a decision, it meant that there might be some more urgent secret behind this matter than what he had already revealed.
Sherlock was curious what that might be. But he would not waste precious time at a moment like this.
To put it bluntly... they were only Children of the Moon, anyway.
They were monsters that preyed on humans, able to conceal their identities and live in the Iris Flower Kingdom only by usurping power. Moreover, as Children of the Moon who believed in the Blood Angel, this particular group was even the most aggressive and hostile faction among the Children of the Moon.
Forget about killing a few Child of the Moon Earls—even if they wiped them all out, what difference would it make?
Therefore, after Sherlock had organized the information slightly and written down the reasoning process and key data on paper, he boarded the carriage with Iver and Aleister.
Before leaving, he had taken a special look at the time.
It was two ten in the morning.
--The summary of the second batch of intelligence had yet to arrive, but Iver and Sherlock had already departed without a sound.
They boarded a carriage protected by the Duke's crest and sped through the silent, deserted streets. Even though the Children of the Moon were accustomed to hunting at night, they did not dare attack a carriage belonging to the Duke's Residence.
They prided themselves on being "Perfect Being Embryos," believing themselves nobler than humans, and lived by hunting humans... Yet now they were fleeing in