"You detestable, stubborn bastard!"
Moriarty looked furious, but he still shut his eyes with an indignant huff.
".Fine. Have it your way."
"And all you great detectives!"
He turned to the Phantom Spirit detectives standing behind Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"For all your tremendous assistance, I sincerely hope you all go die!"
"Next time, I absolutely will not let you complete your accusation! I shall carry out my ultimate crime in a manner that cannot possibly be prosecuted or impeached!"
Moriarty's body had already begun to emit a golden glow—he was about to disappear. Faced with defeat, leaving the stage was the only ending left to him.
"I am deeply honored by such praise. Then I shall take my leave. Science truly is marvelous." The stern gentleman gave a slight nod and was the first to vanish from the spot.
Phantom Spirits were Phantom Spirits, after all. Phantom Spirits summoned temporarily could not possess much power. Their purpose in appearing here had merely been to help Fujimaru Ritsuka accuse the culprit, while providing the power needed for that accusation. That was all.
Yet that had been the decisive move that determined victory and defeat.
"Well then, I shall also take my leave. Though, don't you think our roles overlap somewhat?" The doctor with the bird's-nest hair looked at the old man playing with knots of rope, blinked, and vanished as well.
"I don't think there's much overlap, even if we're both doctors." The old man playing with rope knots shook his head helplessly and dissolved into Spiritrons.
"Then I shall take my leave as well, everyone." Father Brown lifted his hat in salute to Fujimaru Ritsuka, then looked toward Moriarty. "And you too, Professor."
"I wish you happiness from this day onward."
The gentle priest closed his eyes and was the last