After returning to the Silver and Tin Palace, Iver immediately had Lily call Hermes Manor and invite the Minister of Royal Affairs, Mycroft Hermes, over.
By the time Iver and Isabel, who had transformed back to her original form, finished framing the painting, the Minister of Royal Affairs came hurrying over, swaying his body like a plump seal and grinning happily.
Although he had been forced to work overtime at the end of the year, Mycroft had no complaints at all. Instead, he looked to be in an especially good mood.
After he used Preservation to preserve the painting, Iver curiously asked what good thing had happened to make him so happy.
After hearing the answer, Iver was stunned. "What? Sherlock went home?"
He was still in the form of a shrunken child... and he had actually gone home just like that? Iver had known for a long time that Sherlock's relationship with his family wasn't good.
He had lived alone outside for years. Before moving into Bishop Mathers's home, he had even suffered from long-term malnutrition because of his irregular schedule and diet. If Edward hadn't kept a close eye on him, regularly rushing over in the mornings to check on him and bring breakfast, who knew when Sherlock might have starved himself into trouble.
It wasn't that he lacked money. Rather, whenever he got busy, he couldn't be bothered to eat. When he had free time, he would eat a proper meal, but alternating between starving and gorging himself was even worse for his health.
In the end, it was because no one was taking care of him. According to Avalon's customs of Authority, ordinary people couldn't hire servants. Only after reaching a certain level of income and status, and starting a family, could one employ the strictly