"Mr. Hermes..."
Arsene hesitated, a trace of awkwardness showing on his face.
The Iris man, with his thick black curls and ever-present elegance and grace, now stood there mumbling like a grown boy who had smashed his father's vase.
The great detective from Avalon, Sherlock Holmes... Arsene naturally knew where he had gone.
After all, he had been kidnapped from Arsene's territory.
Contacting the Hawkeye Organization despite the usual rules was ultimately for this very reason. He had to rescue his friend.
"...Before answering that question," Arsene asked cautiously, "I'd like to know how you learned this information."
"Stop wasting time, Arsene."
The Child of the Moon's voice was cold and murderous, but he still gave a detailed answer. "LeBlanc Cafe. That fellow told me that if I wanted to contact him, I should go there. A short while ago, I asked the owner where I could find someone who might know that fellow's whereabouts... He told me that at noon today, I could find the person I was looking for in this bar."
At that, Arsene first breathed a sigh of relief—
Not many people knew about LeBlanc Cafe, and even fewer knew that Mr. LeBlanc could locate him.
In truth, Maurice Leblanc was Arsene's "supporter" in his phantom-thief work.
For example, he helped modify all kinds of alchemical tools: shovels that let Arsene dig tunnels quickly, gliders for descending from high places, smoke bombs that robbed those nearby of their sight and smell, sprays that revealed fingerprints or watermarks, and countless other wondrous devices.
The weapons and armor Arsene used were also made by him. He usually helped Arsene forge handwriting, documents, and identities, drove him to designated locations, or hid him when he was being pursued...
—And most importantly, he handled the disposal of stolen goods.
Arsene