Time passed, and it was Sunday once again.
The attack Lloyd's had arranged in advance was supposed to happen the following week. The Noble Red Society had suddenly gone quiet as well, the news of Professor Old Moriarty's death had yet to arrive, the Minister of Trade remained completely inactive, and Assassin Miss's superior still had not come looking for them.
It had been an unusually quiet, exceptionally peaceful week.
It had even been quiet enough to leave Lily feeling somewhat restless.
Everyone else, however, was enjoying themselves. The only one who was probably having a hard time was Sherlock.
His personality simply wouldn't let him sit idle. Normally, he relied on finding things to do to keep his endlessly active mind occupied. Now he had been forced to take a vacation, and he couldn't cause any trouble either. According to Hai Na, by the weekend he had become so bored that he was studying spells at the bishop's house.
He had also asked Hai Na to bring Iver a very long reply. It densely listed all sorts of problems Iver might encounter at Lloyd's and how to deal with them. He had even proposed seven hypotheses that could only be verified by someone with Lloyd's credentials, asking Iver to test them when he had the time.
The length of the letter alone revealed both how much he cared about Iver and how painfully bored he was.
Iver, of course, had no time for that.
For once, he had nothing urgent to do, so he quietly attended classes for an entire week. He methodically studied mystical knowledge through the school library. Without even using much experience, he naturally advanced to Level Nine.
Iver was like a sponge, constantly absorbing knowledge. After reviewing his coursework and finishing the two books he