There was no doubt this was a one-on-many duel.
Evil Moriarty alone was taking on everyone on Chaldea's side.
"You're the one who summoned me, aren't you?!"
Anno held the pitch-black Holy Sword in hand and brought it down on Moriarty.
Clang—
"Haha—sometimes, I really should thank you!"
He laughed heartily.
"If you hadn't added that tiny little reversal to my summoning ritual, if I had remained in my white state, then I might have been forced to serve you for quite some time!"
"After all, the white me would uphold the ideal of loyalty!"
"I don't think you should be thanking me."
Moriarty moved with unimaginable agility, and the power of the magical bullets fired from his coffin far surpassed those fired by Good Moriarty. For a time, he managed to trade blows evenly with everyone despite Anno and Artoria's frontal assault, Lawrence and Sherlock Holmes's support from the side, and Good Moriarty's covering fire.
He even managed to maintain his elegant demeanor.
"I told you, all of this is a predetermined result—the ending that was certain to arrive through precise calculations."
"Including your existence, Black White Knight."
Black White Knight was certainly a fresh-sounding title, with a bit of an NTR vibe to it.
Anno frowned.
Sherlock Holmes frowned as well.
Something seemed vaguely wrong.
But.
Neither of them could say exactly what was wrong.
"Mash, does Mr. Evil Moriarty have any weaknesses?"
Moriarty might not have been the strongest opponent Fujimaru Ritsuka had ever faced, nor was he the most terrifying. Yet for some reason—
Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that the battle unfolding before him carried an overwhelming sense of incongruity.
Looking at Good Moriarty, who was firing magical bullets with his coffin, then at Evil Moriarty, who was doing the same, Fujimaru Ritsuka pursed his lips and