Whether it was the weight of his name, or whether Everett genuinely listened to Noah's advice, the result was the same.
Everett actually started updating his blog.
He began writing stories about himself and Stephen-about a demon hunter and a demon hunter's assistant.
At first, no one cared.
Most readers thought the stories were fake.
Then Everett wrote about the bat demon.
From Watson's perspective.
Everything changed.
Old Rettres had a wide social circle. When he saw the post, he immediately stepped forward and confirmed it was real.
He even openly admitted that he was the client in the story.
"I said my son didn't commit suicide. I personally saw a bat bigger than a watermelon! Mr. Sherlock Holmes is a real demon hunter. Thank you to Mr. John Watson for telling the truth, and thank you for finding my son's real killer."
Once that happened, Everett's blog exploded overnight.
Almost everyone now believed the stories were real.
What made it even more convincing was that every time Everett published a new case-big or small-someone involved would come forward to confirm it.
Before long, the names Sherlock Holmes and John Watson spread everywhere.
Stephen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Fame brought commissions.
Commissions meant experience.
That part was good.
The problem was that most of these requests weren't magical incidents at all.
Some "enemies" didn't even qualify as targets.
If Stephen faced another bat demon now, he could probably erase it instantly.
There was no challenge.
No growth.
Just wasted time.
"Alright, go back."
Noah didn't care what Stephen was thinking. He smiled lightly.
"Work hard."
"Oh-and your cloak isn't very friendly. Try to straighten it out."
"Understood, Mentor."
Stephen nodded seriously and stepped into the circle of light.
The light dimmed.
Then vanished.
Noah watched quietly.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He stood and walked to the window.
Looking at the flow of people outside, he tilted his head.
"Stephen's progress really is fast."
"But is he suitable for the Mind Stone?"
Noah thought for a moment.
"If he is, I'll give it to him."
He had never truly decided who should inherit the Mind Stone.
In his eyes, both Stephen and Wanda could use it.
In terms of compatibility, Wanda was more suitable.
In terms of control, Noah trusted Stephen more.
"Forget it."
Noah shook his head.
"Too many messy thoughts."
"Let's focus on Kaecilius."
"I wonder when he plans to move."
"Does he really want me to walk over, put a wand to his neck, and force him to act?"
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"Damn it!"
Stephen lay flat on the floor, staring angrily at the red cloak standing upright beside him.
Like a person.
Everett sat on the sofa with a laptop on his knees, typing calmly.
Hearing Stephen's curse, he glanced over, chuckled softly, then continued writing.
This scene had become routine.
Especially during the past week.
Everett saw it several times a day.
To be honest, he found it interesting.
The cloak clearly had its own will.
And it had completely stopped listening to Stephen.
The magical world was strange.
Everett hadn't been exposed to it for long, but he'd already seen enough.
A living cloak wasn't that shocking anymore.
What confused him was why Stephen seemed to have a personal grudge against it.
Still, those were sorcerer problems.
As someone who entered the profession through the back door, Everett felt no need to ask.
So he focused on writing.
Stephen lay there, staring at the cloak's arrogant posture, feeling helpless.
Ever since he brought it back, he'd been trying to subdue it.
At first, he didn't overthink things.
He poured magic into it and put it on.
That was the only time he ever wore it.
And it ended terribly.
The cloak dragged him into a wild flight through the air-
Then dumped him onto the street.
Baker Street.
A busy commercial area.
Naturally, people saw everything.
The result?
He made the newspapers again.
Although many already knew this was a demon hunter agency, most had never visited.
This absurd exposure brought him even more clients.
Even local police chiefs started asking for help.
Stephen couldn't be happy.
He received a warning from the Ministry of Magic.
(It was withdrawn once they realized whose apprentice he was.)
And worse-
It was humiliating.
In both the magical world and the ordinary one.
A rising sorcerer.
A former top neurosurgeon.
Unable to control a cloak.
It was unbearable.
Because of this, Stephen declined most recent commissions.
He wanted to "talk" with this damned cloak.
The result was obvious.
The cloak had already talked him down thoroughly.
Stephen sighed.
Today, he wouldn't force it anymore.
If it couldn't be subdued directly, he'd wear it down slowly.
Like water carving stone.
Stephen wasn't stubborn.
Persistence had gotten him far, but that didn't mean he lacked flexibility.
"Hm?"
Just as he was about to try again, unease crept in.
And it grew fast.
Stephen frowned.
The feeling was too real.
Like an early warning.
Something terrible was about to happen.
He walked to the window and looked outside.
Everything seemed normal.
Then-
The magic alarm went off.
This room had once been the first base of Constantine and Noah.
One of the origins of the Mage Alliance.
Back then, to protect young sorcerers, Constantine had installed numerous magical monitoring devices.
They detected external magic.
If an attack occurred, alarms sounded and shields activated.
The shield wasn't exceptional.
But it had been enough at the time.
Now-
Stephen felt it break almost instantly.
"Damn it."
"A powerful sorcerer."
He turned toward Everett.
Magic surged.
Golden light flowed into the Sling Ring.
A circle of light formed as Stephen traced it.
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" Everett stood up immediately, sensing danger.
"Don't ask," Stephen said gravely. "Trouble."
Glass around them shattered.
The Mirror Dimension.
Stephen knew it instantly.
"What trouble?" Everett snapped. "Don't say 'don't ask'!"
Stephen had never looked this serious before.
"We're in serious trouble."
Stephen looked straight at him.
"I'm sorry, John. Hurry."
This time, he almost shouted.
They had already been pulled into the Mirror Dimension.
Worse-
Everett didn't realize it.
He stood there, stunned.
No time.
Stephen gritted his teeth, grabbed Everett with magic, and threw him through the portal.
Everett barely had time to react.
He landed on the street.
The circle vanished.
"Sherlock!"
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...
In a hidden room far from Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius and his disciples rose.
Their eyes looked burned by fire.
A dark, corrupt aura surrounded them.
Before them stood a strange magical sigil.
Through it, cold eyes seemed to observe everything.
Dormammu.
After a long silence, Kaecilius stood.
His disciples followed.
Magic surged through the room.
Without the evil aura, it might have looked magnificent.
"Everyone," Kaecilius said solemnly, "we are about to begin a holy war."
"Some of us may die."
He scanned the room.
No fear.
Only fanaticism.
His heart trembled.
He continued.
"But death is merely a return to our Lord Dormammu's embrace."
"Remember."
"You are sorcerers."
"You are proud."
"You are the pioneers who will shatter falsehood."
"You are the hope that will restore order."
"Our enemies are strong."
"But we are not afraid."
Kaecilius raised his hand.
"Death is only the beginning!"
The room erupted.
"Death is only the beginning!"
Again and again.
Kaecilius nodded, memorizing every face.
"Then we depart."
He pressed his hands down.
Silence returned.
"This time, we attack a Sanctum."
"Mentor, where?" a disciple asked eagerly.
"Anywhere but London," Kaecilius replied calmly.
"Wong and Mordo are already guarding the other two."
"Do you have confidence?"
"Yes!" the disciples answered in unison.
Kaecilius nodded.
The choice had already been made.
The Eastern Sanctum was terrifying.
New York was better.
Everyone knew the Avengers were there.
Everyone knew Noah often went there.
Which made it perfect.
If everyone believed it was impregnable-
They'd look elsewhere.
"Our target," Kaecilius said slowly, "is the New York Sanctum."
The room responded instantly.
"Prepare to depart."
Then he paused.
"Where is Sorceress Nicole?"
"She went to avenge our brothers."
"Avenge?" Kaecilius frowned. "That demon hunter?"
"Yes. A small one. She'll return soon."
"Send her a message."
"Tell her to go directly to New York."
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