After confirming that Sherlock would not be coming along, Iver got into the carriage alone.
"Mr. Norbert, take me to Cat Claw Street 33."
Iver spoke to the coachman.
"Oh, Young Master, you're too kind... I'm no Mr. anything..."
The coachman was both terrified and delighted as he answered, "You actually... A great person like you actually remembered my name..."
The coachman, who looked to be in his early forties, was naturally also a member of the Vendome Family.
Iver had entered the Vendome Family many times as an honored guest and as Miss Annie's "illegitimate son," so he had long since become familiar to the servants.
Though he was an illegitimate son, he was now the Prince of Avalon and the former Pope of the Theocracy! He was a truly distinguished figure, far more prestigious than some so-called "Good Lord." Addressing him respectfully as Young Master was practically lowering his own status.
Yet not only did he have no airs, he was also so kind and gentle...
Coachman Norbert still remembered the first time he had met Young Master Iver. Iver had kindly cured the chronic pain in his legs.
It was completely different from the way the priests he had seen touched patients all over. Iver had only glanced at him, and a warm current had surged into his body out of nowhere. Not only had the pain in his legs been cured instantly, but the backache and shoulder pain he had grown so used to that he barely noticed them had also disappeared. Even his entire field of vision had become clearer.
The muscles in his legs had swelled, his distended belly had shrunk, and his thick neck had grown slimmer.
Only then did Norbert realize... so this was what a healthy body felt like.
He had