Type-Moon Crown Master

"Wait, I know this! Listen to me! I know quite a bit about the mess between you and those Female Heroic Spirits! In short, this is extremely important for your safety in the days ahead! The answer is Pla..."

Before he could finish the answer, he was interrupted by a group of smiling Female Heroic Spirits.

"Oh? Mr. Holmes, did you perhaps give the wrong answer?"

Strangely, although they were smiling, they gave Sherlock Holmes an utterly terrifying sense of pressure and chill.

However, a detective's creed was to never bow to evil forces. Even in death, he had to speak the truth and give the correct answer.

So Sherlock Holmes did just that... The next moment.

"Boom!!"

Nero, Black Saber, Oda Nobunaga, and the others—even Mrs. Irisviel, all wearing vicious expressions—rushed forward, knocked him down, and gave him a savage beating.

"You damned swine! You're just a lousy little detective! Who gave you the nerve to spout nonsense?!"

"Dare fill Master's head with strange knowledge, and we'll kill you!!"

"Dare ruin the good thing between me and my performer, and I'll chop you up and feed you to the Wyverns!"

"A nosy humanoid piece of trash trying to turn Senior gay should be thrown into the sea to fill it in. Getting eaten by a whale would be the greatest value of your life!"

Ten minutes later...

"There isn't much time. I'll take you to the center of the Atlas Institute. You'll naturally get the answers you want then..."

The pitiful detective surrounded and beaten by a group of ferocious Female Heroic Spirits... Cough, how should one put it? At this point, his face was bruised and swollen, and his uniform was in tatters. He looked even more miserable than a beggar.

Su Mo felt somewhat concerned for him