"Mr. Hermes..."
Arsene appeared hesitant, a faint look of embarrassment on his face.
The Irisflower man, always maintaining his elegance and poise, now seemed as speechless as a boy who had just shattered his father's vase.
The great detective from Avalon, Sherlock Hermes... Arsene certainly knew his whereabouts.
Because the other party had been abducted from his territory.
Now, he had broken his rule to contact Hawkeye, ultimately for this very matter. He had to rescue his friend.
"...before answering this question," Arsene cautiously asked, "I would like to know, where did you get this information from?"
"Don't be wordy, Lord Arsene."
The Son of the Moon's words were icy and full of murderous intent, yet he provided a detailed answer: "LeiBrun Cafe — that guy told me, if you want to contact him, go there. I just asked the owner not long ago, possibly knowing where that guy went... He told me, at twelve noon today at this bar, I can find the person I'm looking for."
