"Honor?"
"Are you saying that without honor, people can't go on living?"
Moriarty looked at the spot where Yan Qing had vanished. A faint trace of gold still lingered there.
"I'm a counterfeit. Why are you asking me that?" Jeanne d'Arc looked at Moriarty as though he were an idiot.
"Hehe, that really does sound like something a panda with no sense of honor would say, doesn't it?" Artoria looked at Jeanne d'Arc with mocking eyes.
"What!? A panda!?" Jeanne d'Arc reacted as if her fur had bristled up again.
"I see. Black and white." Sherlock Holmes nodded in understanding.
"Rolling around while hugging pillars."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's attention, meanwhile, was focused mainly on Jeanne d'Arc's Evil Dragon Flag.
"This is my flag! My flag!!!"
Jeanne d'Arc let out a furious roar.
"I don't particularly care about honor, but I won't deny that some people have nothing left but a miserable existence once they cast it aside."
"Perhaps that is exactly why they hold honor in such high regard."
Lawrence looked somewhat wistful as well.
"Alright, now that we've dealt with the nuisance that was Assassin, next we shall—"
"Awwooooo——"
Moriarty looked as though he had been eager to go have some fun, but at that very moment, a deafening howl rang out beneath Shinjuku's eternal night sky.
The group, who had only just relaxed, immediately became alert again.
"That howl."
"So that wolf isn't dead yet."
Anno tossed his half-smoked cigar to the ground and licked his lips.
Hatred.
Hatred, hatred, hatred.
Unceasing hatred.
Hatred for humanity, hatred for all humans.
Because without hatred, it could not defeat that Master. Without hatred, it could not vent the anger and grief within its heart.
That Master's subordinates were all Servants. Servants were not like those insignificant beings in Shinjuku. Those were