"As long as you still possess Sherlock Holmes's power, your power as the evil professor will never weaken."
"Because this is different from the usual situation of [Sherlock Holmes will definitely defeat James Moriarty]. The current situation is [Sherlock Holmes is James Moriarty's companion]."
"Though calling someone a companion even after they've been absorbed feels a little absurd."
William Shakespeare explained the current situation and the facts.
"In any case, for you now, it must feel like anything you want to do will go smoothly, yes? You're practically invincible."
As he spoke, he bestowed a layer of Invincibility buff upon James Moriarty.
"After all, if one wishes to achieve victory in a story, becoming the protagonist is surely the most natural method, isn't it?"
James Moriarty had already begun to sense that something was off.
His suspicious gaze continuously moved between the several uninvited guests.
"What exactly are you plotting?"
"The greatest detective in history was indeed defeated by you in a moment of carelessness and became your sustenance. But Professor, villain, do you know this?"
"He opened the path to a certain world, and behind him, countless characters pursued him—of course! They too are Phantom Spirits! Phantoms that could never possibly be summoned in a Holy Grail War."
"And yet, at this very moment—"
His voice was impassioned and stirring.
Then Hans Christian Andersen picked up where he left off, his voice sounding half-dead.
"Yes, that's right. Thanks to the existence of a scoundrel like you, we had no choice but to venture into that thing called [fanfiction]!"
"You really deserve to die. Do you know how troublesome fanfiction is? Sure, you don't have to come up with character settings yourself, but do you know how much trouble it is to create new settings within the constraints of the