My power? Why would she say this spell was her power? Wasn't the spell the power of the Imaginary Source River? Sherlock froze for a moment, his thoughts knotting into a tangled mess and plunging his mind into brief confusion.
At that moment, Arsene finally recognized her identity.
He was utterly shocked, almost horrified. "You're... Dancing Skirt of the Hawkeye Organization?"
Arsene had left the Hawkeye Organization too early, and he had never belonged to the same circle as her. He was not particularly familiar with Dancing Skirt.
Although Arsene had not reached the levels of the Path of Adaptation, he did not know what level her Path had reached either...
But they were, after all, active in the same city now. He had even seen that somewhat unsociable, slightly dejected woman at the meeting a few days ago.
Assassins who did not become fanatical over the Child of the Moon's destruction were few and far between. That was precisely why Arsene had remembered her more clearly. Besides, it had been Little Deer who told Iver where the Blood Angel was hiding—he and Dancing Skirt had studied under the same master, making them partners who were not especially close.
But Arsene had never imagined that Dancing Skirt would appear here.
Had she been controlled by the Blood Angel while conducting an in-depth investigation?
When Sherlock heard Arsene's words, everything suddenly clicked—
Countless fragments of past memories flashed before his eyes like a zoetrope.
Like flames racing along an oiled rope, countless clues and pieces of evidence suddenly linked together in an instant: Iver had told him that the culprit behind the world's destruction was the Tenth Path, Void. Since there were only nine Source Rivers in total, the Path of Void actually had no Source River. Instead, it was an