"So you mean Mr. Emiya Alter is setting up a defensive line?"
Mash frowned.
"Roughly two hundred Sparrow Bees, along with a great deal of heavy weaponry, are lying in ambush on the only route leading to Gunshaft Tower."
"Ritsuka, what do you think?"
Sherlock Holmes looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Either way, we can't just sit here and wait to die. Like we said before, meteors could come flying at us at any moment. We hardly have any time left."
"We need to make a move."
Fujimaru Ritsuka folded his arms and spoke sternly.
"Indeed. Given that Moriarty has fused with Der Freischütz, it is only reasonable that he can control meteors as bullets. Though we do not know exactly how he does it, sitting around and waiting is absolutely not an option." As he spoke, Sherlock Holmes glanced at Moriarty.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Moriarty wore an innocent expression.
"Haven't you noticed the details of your own fighting style?"
Sherlock Holmes said with a frown.
"From what I observed, whenever you used that coffin in your hands, you never seemed to make any sort of aiming motion, did you?"
"Huh? So I have Der Freischütz's ability too?"
Moriarty said in sudden realization.
"How strange. I clearly don't remember doing much shooting in life."
Killing someone by simply shooting them had always been the lowest form of crime. The crimes Moriarty pursued in life had been crimes of the upper class—refined, elevated crimes.
Though I had no idea what made one crime high-class and another low-class.
"If you can already do this much, then the evil Moriarty can obviously do something even more terrifying."
"Leonardo, can you pull up all the data on asteroids and meteors that fell to Earth or came close to it in 1999?"
"That's