Though Sherlock himself had sworn never to marry, that did not mean he failed to understand feelings.
He looked at Iver, then at Isabel, whose face was slightly flushed, and immediately understood.
My feelings back then really were right. Isabel truly can't resist Iver's charm...
Fortunately, Iver was a good person. He was a suitable match.
Or rather, looking back now—in hindsight, of course—there was no other young man of a suitable age in all Avalon who could surpass Iver.
Sherlock fell silent for a moment before saying quietly, "Should I offer my congratulations?"
What he meant was: When are you two getting engaged? "Let's talk about that after I return."
Iver answered with a beaming smile.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, half sarcastically and half as a reminder. "Be careful on the road. According to the conventions of novels and plays, when someone says something like that, they're usually about to run into danger."
"You're saying that too early, Sherlock."
Iver reached out and rubbed his head, replying brightly, "You're coming with me too."
"Ha—?"
Sherlock stared in disbelief. "Why? I still have a pile of cases to solve!"
"Let Hai Na handle those cases. She needs some training too."
Iver said bluntly, "Are you expecting Lu Lu and me to go alone? Other than you, who else can I bring?"
"...Edward wouldn't work?"
"He is coming with me, but he's taking a ship to Iris on a diplomatic mission."
"What a bother..."
Sherlock muttered, but quickly perked up again. "All right. I've never been to the Theocracy, so this is a good chance to broaden my horizons. Besides, there happens to be a case..."
As he spoke, he pulled a letter from the satchel at his waist. "Look at this first, Iver."
"What is it?"
Iver asked casually as