If this curse were cast on a regular person, it might significantly reduce their cognitive abilities.
But for Sherlock, it was just right—he felt his mind becoming clearer. With the mental noise gone, he could even access more resources than before.
"...You, how can you cast a spell on me right in front of me?"
Sherlock frowned deeply: "This is the first time I've seen a cursing sorcerer who lets the cursed watch the whole process..."
"No good?"
Aiwass retorted confidently, "Just tell me if it cured you."
"Indeed..."
"Teacher Ibn taught me."
Aiwass smiled, "Along with the ritual."
"Tsk."
Sherlock clicked his tongue, visibly relaxed, and the effects of alcohol began to slowly take hold: "I knew it; you fox-charmers surely have the adaptability to transcend paths..."
"Truly charming and bewitching, aren't I? Are you not convinced?"
Aiwass squinted, chuckling softly.
"There's nothing to be unconvinced about, Minister Moriarty," Sherlock stated expressionlessly.
