This is not a residential area, nor is it Arsene's own abode.
"We can't go home," Arsene explained, "not even to LeiBrun Cafe, it's swarming with spies."
"Sherlock is at your house?"
Aiwass asked directly.
Hearing such an intimate address, Arsene's heart stirred.
—That subtle possibility in his heart rose again.
"To be precise, his body is lying at my home."
Arsene sighed: "I caused him harm."
"What exactly happened?"
"I originally wanted him to investigate something else... To facilitate communication, I brought him to my home. And my convenient father-in-law—now the Duke of Vandome heard about it and solemnly invited our clever detective Hermes for a meeting.
—Since then, he never came out. If I hadn't gone in to confirm he's still breathing, just trapped in sleep... I would've thought my father killed him. And then I understood what happened—he was taken to the Dream Realm."
