"I am your teacher from now on." The Venerable One lightly patted the Emperor's shoulder, then said to the deeply shaken Sherlock Holmes, "Through your future training and studies, you will come to understand your talents and the responsibilities you bear. You will come to know this world from another perspective. Do not foolishly imagine that you can understand everything, Sherlock Holmes. The other world differs from the Material Plane. The only people who truly understand it are madmen."
"And extremely dangerous madmen at that. To ensure safety, we generally kill such people in advance," the Emperor of Latveria added. "So do not let your curiosity kill you. Mycroft protects you in the real world, but once you set foot on this path, you can rely only on your own will."
"Wait, no one ever told me what kind of training I would undergo in the future! I thought I was just here to talk!"
"Did you think magic required no study, and could simply be cast with frog legs, bat claws, and lizard droppings?" the Emperor of Latveria asked with a smile. "You will study mathematics, physics, and chemistry, along with theology, history, and many languages. Most magical books are written in cryptic language or referential terms. Without an extensive foundation of knowledge, you cannot possibly understand what they mean."
"I have always rejected unreliable things, but since magic exists, that proves there are still many things I do not understand. I am willing to learn, but you must tell me roughly how long it will take." Sherlock Holmes leaned forward, his attitude exceedingly serious. Clearly, he regarded this as another mystery he needed to solve. "There are still many secrets in this world waiting for me to uncover, and I also need to run my practice on Baker