Aiwass's visit to the Central Observatory this time yielded unexpected information.
He couldn't find out where that troll's grandparent, "Old Rabih", was...but, he managed to clarify the origin of the corpse that tumbled out of the wardrobe.
...Probably.
Although Aiwass felt he could only believe half of what was said, given the Pure White's somewhat unstable mental state, this seemed to be a plausible explanation. At least, in her perception, this candidate Holy Maiden called "Gloria Lantana" could indeed have killed Bishop Mercedes.
"...Your Highness, are you alright?"
Aiwass asked gently, looking at the Pure White's not-so-good expression.
The Pure White just covered her forehead with her hand and shook her head slightly, "It's nothing serious, just a bit of a headache. It hasn't gotten worse."
Her eyes, wrapped in bandages, showed no emotion.
"May I ask about that Gloria..."
Sherlock began to ask, "Who is she? Also a friend of yours?"