February 13, Sunday, clear.
Little Sherlock dressed neatly, his small satchel hanging at his side, and headed for the Silver and Tin Palace early in the morning.
The situation was completely different from what Sherlock had initially expected.
His parents not only showed no aversion to the shrunken Sherlock, but doted on him to an extraordinary degree. Their attitude toward him was completely different from how they treated him in his adult form—even though they both knew he was the same person, the influence of his outward appearance was still considerable.
He had been staying at home this whole time. After all, although Sherlock's soul belonged to a mature and reliable adult, his appearance and body were ultimately those of a child.
His parents could not possibly let the current little Sherlock go out and live by himself again. If the adult version of Sherlock neglected his body, it might only result in malnutrition, but eating and sleeping were undoubtedly much more important for a child.
Therefore, after Sherlock's protests proved ineffective, he was settled in Hermes Manor. In this form, he obviously could not take on many major cases. He could only do some research and write some papers at home, so he rarely went out.
This was his first time coming to the Silver and Tin Palace... Of course, part of the reason was that he did not quite dare face Isabel.
Back when he had failed to recognize that Lu Lu was Isabel, his foul mouth had put Lu Lu under quite a bit of pressure for a while. Now that Isabel was already Avalon's queen, Sherlock felt somewhat guilty.
Although he knew Isabel definitely would not care about such a thing, Sherlock himself was sensitive and tended to care about these matters. Otherwise, he would not