Upon hearing this, Aiwass paused for a moment: "Then... how many wives does Lord Hermes have in total?"
"Of course, just me."
Hebashia said with indifference: "I've been with him since his youth, accompanying him until he died completely. When I first met him, he was about this big."
Looking at this little girl who wasn't yet as tall as his waist, speaking so earnestly about such matters, Aiwass was momentarily speechless.
There was a strange sense of dissonance.
—It felt like Sherlock's ancestor was owed a handcuff.
Hebashia glanced at Aiwass, annoyed, and said: "I know what you want to ask—Sherlock's lineage comes from the Grey Celestial Marshal.
"He inherited many powers of Hermes, including his arts of deception and theft. He can transform into any form... whether it's a man, a woman, an old person, a child, or even cattle, sheep, insects, birds, or a mist, a mountain, a lake."
"Isn't the Grey Celestial Marshal your child?"
