But the reason Aiwass could propose this deadline is because he already had a plan in mind.
"Let's do it Sherlock's way—"
Aiwass looked at the Old Duke, and said with utmost confidence, "First, bring all the information on the Count of Moon's Son, and we'll eliminate them one by one."
The Old Duke, upon hearing this, glanced at Arsene.
"Did you hear that?"
The elder spoke with authority: "Get to it!"
"Oh, sure!"
Arsene immediately sprang into action and dashed off.
Even though he was ordered to do the task, he felt no displeasure in his heart.
Rather, he was filled with curiosity—
Twenty-four hours.
In just twenty-four hours, to find and capture someone who can alter reality and reshape the minds of everyone?
Is it possible?
That seems much like magic, like a "miracle"!
At this moment, Arsene was filled with the same anticipation he had as a child when he first saw a magician perform magic.
Concentrating and igniting the "impossible," emitting a dazzling flare—
