Three days!
Only after staying another three days at Oak Manor did Albers reluctantly say goodbye to Arthur-
"Arthur, believe me, we'll see each other again soon!"
Even as he boarded the carriage, Albers did not forget to tell Arthur that.
"Of course!"
Arthur nodded with absolute certainty. At the same time, he slipped a leather-bound notebook into Albers's hands and lowered his voice.
"These are handwritten copies of [Animated Rope Art], [Ringing Art], and [Arrow Guidance Art]. I wrote them in the common tongue."
Albers's eyes immediately shone with emotion.
Although he had taught Arthur [Lockpicking Art], [Memory Art], and [Wand Combat Art], he had not written them down for him, only explained them aloud. The other knowledge and rumors about the Mystical Side had all been shared verbally, too.
The thought filled Albers with guilt.
Not only had he spent most of the past three days pouring his heart out to Arthur, but he had actually forgotten to write anything down for him. Arthur, meanwhile, had remembered.
He was tolerant, patient, and genuinely accepted him.
He even approved of some of Albers's absurd ideas: founding a "Detective Alliance," recruiting and training more young detectives, and working with local police officers to fight crime-ideas that several of those closest to him had mocked as utterly impossible. Even the uncle he considered worthy of respect had urged him to give up.
But Arthur supported him and even helped him work out plans.
He truly guided him like an older brother.
Had he not already reached the limit of the time agreed upon with his uncle, he would never have wanted to leave Arthur's side-he believed he could learn so much more here!
"Arthur..."
"We'll see each other again soon!"
"Don't keep your uncle waiting-he's already waited three days!"
Arthur interrupted