"My name is James Moriarty. As a Composite Servant fused with a Phantom Spirit, I have manifested here in Shinjuku."
"I offer up my True Name, in the hope of forming the most sincere contract with you once more, my Master."
Moriarty took Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, wearing an exceptionally gentlemanly smile.
Lawrence and Sherlock Holmes, standing nearby, both narrowed their eyes.
Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc still had considerable objections to Moriarty's existence. Although they had now seen through his True Name—even if he had ultimately revealed it himself—he still gave off an intensely suspicious air.
"I think it'd be better to exile him. Or burn him to death—the kind where you hang him up and burn him."
Jeanne d'Arc pursed her lips.
"Wouldn't it be better to split him apart with a sword? Right down the middle—horizontally or vertically, either works."
Artoria pouted.
".Please, stop saying such terrifying things. Because sometimes... I get the feeling that you aren't joking."
Moriarty said stiffly to Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria.
"Were we joking?"
Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc both wore puzzled expressions.
Moriarty: ...
That was seriously terrifying!
"It's precisely because they aren't joking that they say such things. These two ladies are the sort who don't make jokes," Holmes said with a smile, taking another puff from his pipe. "Of course, I think it also has something to do with your being the most vile sort of villain one would find in a fairy tale."
"Haha... It can't be helped. After all, Mr. Moriarty has always been portrayed as a great villain in all sorts of works." Mash scratched her head with an awkward smile.
Then Mash suddenly looked as though she had remembered something.
"Ah! Master, I remember now!"
"At Reichenbach, Holmes and Moriarty had a one-on-one duel! In the end, they