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When Andre Watson regained consciousness, he noticed a child with his hands clasped behind his back, standing to one side and staring at him.
Clutching a cane, the child maintained a solemn expression, looking quite serious indeed.
"Ah..."
Watson, the detective, emitted a hoarse voice, finally managing to recover himself with some difficulty.
But at the moment he was still shivering, and it took a good while before he regained the ability to speak.
The chill was still permeating his body, and the eyes of Watson remained tinged with fear, "What on earth happened... Why would there be The Wild Hunt here?"
"Probably just bad luck, running into it,"
the child asked indifferently, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh..."
Struggling, Watson managed to sit up from the ground. Hayna kindly lent a hand to help—at this moment, he saw the Gryphon beside Hayna, mingled with a slew of white feathers, and his actions stuttered for a moment.
In a flash, young Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
