Chapter 481

"This world is filled with stories of all sizes. Of the seven bullets Magic Bullet, six hit the bullseye, but the seventh bullet is controlled by Demon. This seventh bullet will take away the archer's loved ones, plunging the archer into despair."

Although Alice, possessed by Novia, revealed everything and failed to carry out the plan to assimilate Sherlock Holmes's Spirit Origin to control London and then turn the underwater continent into bullets to shatter the New Era —that is, to break the Planet from the inside—if it were forcibly executed, it would still be enough to destroy London, the Detective City.

"Madam, you've corrected the Fate I set. Can you change a story that already has a predetermined ending?"

Moriarty's gaze at the silver-haired man with Alice was like an arrow.

"Using Fran's location as the final resting place? You gave it your all, and I have no right to question you. I just want to ask you, do you have any regrets?"

The silver-haired man, expressionless, spoke as if about to sigh, "At the cost of Fran's life."

"... Yes, of course."

Moriarty waved his hand dismissively. "I am the king of crime. Thanks to that, using family members as bait is commonplace, not to mention the Homunculus I've only recently raised. All crimes must be restrained; they're easy to carry out, after all, they've been meticulously researched."

Moriarty answered the question about the silver-haired woman with Alice.

The silver-haired man with Alice seemed to confirm his words, revealing a faint smile, and continued, "Hmm. What you say makes sense, so fire the final bullet, James Moriarty."

"Hmm..."

Judging from the conversation in the Clock Tower prison, this person seems to have seen through many things, or perhaps she specifically investigated her own affairs? She knows about her relationship with Edmond, and not only that, her voice also carries a certain firmness.

Is there some hidden plan I'm unaware of? Is it because Divine Servant attached to him that he's so fearless?

However, Moriarty felt he had to do it.

Click—a sound like turning Pistol cartridge rang out from his hand.

Click, click.

Click, click, snap.

In the past, at the Reichenbach Falls, in a life-or-death situation, both Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty discarded their guns and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Now, however, Moriarty felt he couldn't do that.

The moment to pull the trigger has arrived.

Even if the price is killing Fran.

Even so, he had no intention of turning his back and watching the devastating end caused by Fran's death.

Even though he understands that this is his important existence, he should still be able to trample on this existence.

He foresaw seeing an Od flower bloom from Fran's chest, and that everything about her would shatter and scatter along with her Spirit Core.

"... You clearly don't understand me."

I know you very well.

As the conversation with the silver- Alice ended, the last bullet was loaded.

Click.

Shot out.

"It's over."

However--

At first glance, the man shaking 'Berdie Edward' and shouting 'Dad, don't do such obvious pranks' appeared to have no external injuries, only a slightly helpless expression.

No, Fran was undoubtedly shot.

Rather, even though the shot had already been fired, it was unlikely that anyone could so easily stop the Magic Bullet Shooter, whose power had been enhanced to the point of exceeding conceptual limits.

But given the current situation, Moriarty couldn't say a word.

"Oh dear, how could this happen? Sigh, it seems like these things do happen occasionally."

The silver-haired woman with Alice opened her arms wide in a cheerful manner as she turned to face Moriarty, who had turned around because of the laughter.

"I told you, Moriarty, I know you very well."

With a mischievous grin, she feigned ignorance as she tossed the still-steaming Seventh Bullet to the ground.

"Just as I thought..."

Those were words Moriarty hadn't said in a long time.

Therefore, he made a straightforward declaration to the silver- Alice girl who brushed past him:

"A sinister plan that's been going on for decades. You knew all along that things would unfold exactly as you calculated, didn't you? It is indeed very pleasant, and it's also pleasant that things didn't go as planned... But that wasn't my design, so now you've truly witnessed my sinister plan."

Moriarty walked in the opposite direction from Alice, towards where 'Berdie Edward' was.

This man must be the embodiment of Evil, a creature far more wicked than myself.

Born in Church that reveres God, an object devoid of conscience and morality, whom even others can exploit—that's how Moriarty saw it at that moment.

Moriarty left these words for him as he left.

"But compared to me, you're a complete and utter bastard!!!"

Then.

Walking up to the numerous Livestream, Moriarty pulled Berdie Edward aside and adjusted his top hat while seated atop the statue of the Three Goddesses.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Yes! Oh, that's right! Absolutely right! The mastermind behind this incident, this commotion, is me! It's me, James Moriarty!"

Everyone present froze.

"Hahaha, all the detectives in the All Creation got involved but still couldn't find out who the murderer is? Are you trying to insult me, you bunch of puzzle solvers?! Do you think I, James Moriarty, can only lose to the great detective Sherlock Holmes?! You're all too weak!"

Moriarty crossed his arms and jumped down from under the statue. The Colonel on the ground placed a bowl of ice water on him. He cooled his fingers with the bowl, then touched around his eyes. He gently rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath at the dazed Fran.

"Alright, you win, super rich, wow! Even little Fran didn't recognize who his real father was! In this situation, I have to say, 'How could you do this?' But I also understand that backstabbing is the romance of a villain! But little Fran, this is a one-time thing, don't let it happen again!"

"As for you detectives who represent All Creation..."

Moriarty closed one eye and turned to the detectives present. "Moriarty surrendering? Don't be ridiculous! What an insult! Next time, I will never admit defeat without real evidence and instructions! Your great assistance... I sincerely want to curse you to death! You're utterly useless! Next time, I will not let you catch me! I will face you all with a complete crime that cannot be prosecuted or impeached!"

"I've already planned the escape route, bro."

"Okay, okay--huh?"

James took a cigar from the cigar box in his arms, put it to his lips, then picked up his older brother and vanished into smoke with a whoosh.

So, in the museum where so many people had gathered, not only were there no people, but the Moriarty brothers had almost vanished without a trace.

Therefore, the final sound that resounded throughout the museum was:

"Damn Moriarty..."

Later, Novia, Erice, and others stayed in London for about three days.

The main task is to treat Erice, who is in a coma. Once Erice has recovered and woken up, it will be time to return to Akihabara.

However, before leaving, Novia still used the Erice's body to come to the statue of the Fate Three Goddesses Greece in the British Museum. The reason was that James Colonel secretly told the silver -Alice Ayumi that "Sherlock Holmes designed a one-time terminal Prototype on himself in the British Museum."

This concept originated from the Einzbern Family's Homunculus of Artificial Intelligence, or something similar.

"This is just a basic assumption, my friend."

A few seconds after the silver-haired Erice uttered those words, the image of Sherlock Holmes was projected onto the statue of the Fate Three Goddesses.

"The fact that you've started this terminal means I'm already dead."

"It's nothing special, it's not a rare thing. After all, everyone lives in a hurry and dies in a rush."

"The important question is, why kill me? Why kill me at this time?"

"Let's put those aside for now and talk about why I created this terminal. My memories tend to disappear when they reach a certain point, as if they've been ripped out. What's the reason? Even I don't know, but I can only speculate that it's due to the 'era'."

"That's not difficult. The difficulty lies in dealing with it, my friend. I'm sorry to tell you, but I'm powerless. I can't find any real clues. The world itself is like a giant Möbius Loop, and no clue can transcend infinity."

"However, I can leave you a clue: either Manazuru Chitose or the Manazuru Chitose from when the Holy Grail War ended."

Sherlock Holmes, acting as the terminal, placed his hand on his chest and offered his blessing.

"Then, I wish you peace, and may your future be filled with dazzling brilliance, like the stars."

... Is that Chitose, even a suspect?

Just as Erice was indulging in her delusions, the door to the Greece exhibition area was pushed open.

"Demon King, are you there? The ship is about to depart."

It's almost done.

After saying this, Novia left Erice.

Erice took a breath and looked away.

"... Can I ask a question?"

What's the problem?

"Ms. Kuonji, how long exactly is this 'limited-time' period you mentioned?"

At this moment Erice had already learned from Alice that she had a contract with the Demon King, which was normal, since she had almost guessed it from the attack at the Concert. Alice's answer was that "the contract with the Demon King is only temporary".

Upon hearing this question, Alice frowned. "It depends on the situation. We need to report it to the City first, and then go through a series of tedious procedures, such as the City's approval to waive the contract. If there's even one mistake, we'll be forcibly taken to a group psychological therapy room, so we have to take it seriously."

"Really? Really?"

Alice's overly serious reply made Erice feel like she was being petty, so she cautiously said, "I'm not saying anything, I just hope that you and the Demon King get along well, Alice. How should I put it, you've changed a lot..."

Upon hearing this, Alice pondered.

Living is a constant process of change; after experiencing certain things, anyone can easily change.

The thought of possessing the Demon King's secret Alice feel a little embarrassed.

So the Witch murmured softly, "... It's okay to change."

"Huh? What did you say, Alice? I didn't hear you."

Alice shook her head.

"No, it's nothing, let's go quickly, Erice."

Chapter 499 The Temple in the Himalayas Mountains.

"Our ancestor Vivasvat, survived the great Flood that swept across the world with the help of Vishnu and Kavia. Gavia gave them blueprints for ships, and Vishnu transformed into Great Fish to guide them to safety..."

In the now-destroyed Syria region, at the site of the former Ugarit, there are seven gates.

Hel, the Death God had previously traveled to Akihabara, was now idly listening to another Death God, Yama, from India, who was earnestly performing a prayer in front of a door.

"Later, Vivasvat's daughter Prasuti, became Daksha's wife and gave birth to Sati..."

"Ah, I know, Yama, you said that Daksha looked down on Shiva, which ultimately led to the reincarnation of that god Kavia, right?"

Upon hearing Hel's reply, Yama revealed a subtle smile, then said as if it were nothing, "Even so, Daksha was ultimately forgiven by the god Ga, so this matter is long over. Don't worry about it, don't worry about it."

"I just can't understand how anyone would dare to provoke the Supreme God like this. Is he some kind of mass-produced character?"

Mictlan-tecuhtli Aztec Death God of death, interjected.

Although all the Aztec gods were deities of Death God, the chief god Mictlan-tecuhtli was explicitly defined as Death God. He was a hermaphrodite god and was labeled by the Spain colonies as 'the master of the lowest level of Mictlan, the Tzitzimitl, like Lucifer '.

"How should I put this...?"

Because the Bharata priests in India held a very high position in the past, and because Shiva was a god who practiced asceticism and appeared in the world as a path of salvation, it is understandable that Daksha does not recognize Shiva. However, this is a problem inherent to India itself... Yama felt that it would be difficult to explain to them in a short time.

While Yama, Hel spoke up to help him out of his predicament.

"If you're unhappy, just fight. So what if he's a god? If I ever get the chance, I'll give that old man Odin a good dressing down sooner or later."

"... Odin? That's the Fifth Sun in our world. You actually dared to do this? Hel, you're really something else."

For Mictlan-tecuhtli, the Tezcatlipoca and the Quetzalcoatl were not beings to be respected, but merely gods of slightly higher status.

This can be seen from the Aztec legend that "the twin gods were banished to the Underworld, Quetzalcoatl wanted to take the bones of this god to the land of the living to resurrect him. The God of the Underworld chose to stop him, and although he failed, he still forced Quetzalcoatl to leave the bones behind. Due to a fall, these bones were broken and scattered."

As for why we should respect the Fifth Sun, the leader of the entire pantheon who appeared after the Age of Gods, there are naturally reasons. Firstly, he changed the world and completely killed the sea monster. Secondly, he is suspected of killing the Star Eater, ORT, who came from the distant past.

As beings of Extraterrestrial origin, the American Gods, whose source is Bacteria, are extremely sensitive to the ORT aura that dwells in Crystal Valley.

The discovery of his disappearance naturally led to speculation, and coupled with the expression and demeanor of their own pantheon's "hot-blooded" leader, Quetzalcoatl, when introducing this god-king, the goddesses of beauty couldn't help but think in this direction...

Therefore, for Tezcatlipoca, there was a sense of pride that 'my god-king has annihilated a terrifying enemy that none of you pantheons can match.'

"Odin doesn't have a very good reputation among the Norse gods, so it's understandable that Hel reacted this way."