"... has not yet died."
Old Argon repeated the conclusion given by Sherlock: "I see..."
He slowly exhaled, his fists first clenching tightly and then gradually relaxing. It seemed as if he had finally let go of some troubling concern, yet as if he had anticipated this... or perhaps he felt a tinge of regret.
— Clearly, this was neither the answer the Old Duke expected nor the one he feared.
"If I am not mistaken," Sherlock looked at Argon, his words sharp and merciless, "the answer you seek... should be the organization that the person behind all this belongs to.
"Whether it's the conspiracy of the Hawkeye Organization, or the manipulation by some Duke behind the scenes excluding you... I think, giving you a specific person's name might better suit your needs."
Hearing this, Aiwass was stunned for a moment, lifting his head to look at the Old Duke.
He was the first to understand the implication hidden within Sherlock's words.