Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

"I know, this is your prey."

Moriarty, who was unremarkable, sighed. To be honest, he quite liked Sherlock.

After all, it's quite amusing to tease a fool.

Charlotte is mentally challenged, but that depends on who you compare her to.

Mycroft, Orlos, and Moriarty all considered Sherlock's intelligence questionable, and as for the others, they viewed them as hordes of baboons in the jungle, perhaps even less intelligent than baboons.

Moreover, Moriarty was somewhat pleased with Sherlock's growth during this period, and even found some of the places where Sherlock had once stayed.

Moriarty didn't know how far Sherlock could grow or whether he could truly pose a threat to him.

He was very curious about this man, and there was a picture of Sherlock in his house.

If it weren't for the woman in front of him, he would definitely have thoroughly toyed with Sherlock.

pity......

Moriarty took a sip of whiskey, savoring its lingering smoky aroma, and quietly gazed at the woman before him.

She seems to have grown up again.

Moriarty's eyes held a hint of apprehension; this woman's wisdom subtly surpassed his own. It was because of these years of accumulated experience that Moriarty had maintained his undefeated position.

In addition, her individual abilities are also an important factor.

Moriarty had a special way of sensing that her level had risen to another level.

That overwhelming emotion was like a thunderous storm at sea, unleashing a towering tsunami. She wanted to tear everything apart, even if it meant her own destruction.

Moriarty knew he was a pervert, but the woman in front of him was a complete madwoman.

In this world, the higher one's realm, the farther one is from the ground.

Hatred for one's family is like a fragile kite string. Once it breaks, it will continue to rise higher and higher, drawing nourishment from the subspace to grow. When the winds in the air can no longer support it, it will rush straight to the ground like a meteorite.

"Idiot." Although Oroth couldn't accurately guess Moriarty's thoughts, seeing Moriarty made her ready to assess his next move with hundreds of contingency plans, each with corresponding countermeasures. And these two simple words were her evaluation of Moriarty.

He's a rather troublesome idiot.

Moriarty's organization is extremely bloated, spanning the East, West, and the New World, but every single one is under his control. However, if something were to happen to Moriarty, this organization would immediately fall apart, potentially plunging Sherlock into dire straits.

Despite his disgust, Euros feigned compliance with Moriarty, hoping that his mentally challenged brother would soon become normal enough to barely be considered a human being.

"You seem to care a lot about your other brother," Moriarty suddenly said. "My cufflinks are precious secret artifacts."

Moriarty certainly didn't lack resources, but he couldn't ignore high-level mystical items.

Moriarty had to be cautious around the woman before him, unsure of her attitude towards that Francessoko...

Upon hearing this, Oros showed no reaction. It was as if the person who wished she could tear Frey apart the moment she saw her was not Frey.

At least Moriarty didn't see it either, though he had his doubts. But he decided to make contact with this outsider named Holmes first, and cause some trouble for someone who was closer to him.

Francessoko is a crucial point, and Moriarty considers him quite important. Many people can be implicated through the events surrounding Fren.

Life is equal; the true flaw of one life lies only in another.

Moriarty was prepared to give it a try, and it would be even better if he could observe Euros's condition.

Watching Moriarty leave, Euros drank the last sip of water.

She knew what Moriarty was going to do, but she had no intention of stopping him.

She disliked both of them; she would rather either of them died.

......

"Joel Blair".

Moriarty walked down the street and whispered a name, which was recognized by passersby.

Moriarty already knew about Fren's information; there were only a few people connected to Fren, so there was no need to put in much effort.

The remaining members of the Holmes family are all targets of Oroth's revenge. Moriarty remains skeptical but doesn't want to easily provoke the madwoman.

Frey spent most of his life at Eden Academy.

At Eden Academy, his relationships with students and teachers were generally lukewarm. The only person he could truly call a friend was Demetrius Desmond.

Using this person as leverage to threaten Francessoko...

Moriarty didn't think he was crazy.

He has several cults under his command, with tentacles that extend almost all over the world. He controls countless terrifyingly powerful individuals and can create countless horrific social activities.

But terrorists are no match for the state apparatus.

In this country, the only true giants are the royal family and the government; even many churches are subject to their jurisdiction.

Especially now that the emperor is only thinking about eating, drinking and having fun, Donovan Desmond, as the leader of the Unity Party, is the one in charge of real power.

By kidnapping the eldest son of the newly appointed emperor, Moriarty was preparing for the complete eradication of his power in Ostonia.

The name "Dmitrius Desmond" was not on Moriarty's list of choices at all.

Aside from family and friends at school, all that's left are work colleagues.

With just a few people, Moriarty quickly focused his attention on a single woman.

26 years old, city hall employee, single.

She was good-looking and had a good figure. She was the colleague who brought Fren to the company, and they had even had dinner together a few times.

According to reliable sources, in the past two days, Joel Blair has been lowering his head to avoid suspicion when Francessoko is mentioned.

In this situation, Moriarty easily imagined a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman. They were both adults, so it was normal for them to be affectionate. In Moriarty's view, the innocent love of someone fresh out of school was the best weapon to manipulate a person.

The garden was so private that Moriarty knew of its existence and that of the gardener, but no outsider in the world had ever seen the gardener alive.

Moriarty had countless contingency plans ready in an instant, though the possibility of a kidnapping failure remained. But regardless, he could gather information about Ms. Joel, which could be helpful for the next kidnapping attempt.

That day, Miss Joel walked home alone after work.

Yuri is working overtime today and can't come to see her.

This is normal. Joel knows that Yuri will grow up someday, and she has gotten used to this loneliness.

but......

Today seems a little different.

A hint of color appeared beneath Miss Joel's lowered brows.

"Has my identity been discovered...?"

"According to the principal, it needs to be cleaned up."