The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　All doubts, all important memories, all doubts and memories that might affect Holmes's behavior as an individual were washed away without a moment's pause.

　So, let’s get back to the question at hand.

　Looking at Moriarty in front of him, Sherlock Holmes coughed up a little blood.

　Does Sherlock Holmes have a specific summoner as his Master, and who is he?

　There's no need to even ask.

　A spy who infiltrates Chaldea as an accomplice to stop the Magic King's plot.

　There is no one other than the Alien God who can grant such purpose to a Servant.

　"Sherlock Holmes" is a servant summoned by an alien god in 2016, that is, an apostle of an alien god.

　It really is...

　The final commission ended like this. This is really against my beliefs...

　But this has raised new questions.

　What are my reasons, what are my motivations.

　All memories about the alien god have been blocked, and I cannot confirm any of this.

　But if it was Sherlock Holmes who blocked it, then only Sherlock Holmes could restore it.

　Singularity, pan-human history, lossbelt, fantasy tree.

　The shape of a star, the shape of the universe, the shape of a god.

　The celestial bodies became unobservable, and numerous galaxies stood above the earth's surface.

　How lonely and isolated it is, as if this planet has been torn away from the universe.

　Our world is already hollow, empty, and void, and yet—

　The sun was still radiating light, emitting an incomparably dazzling light in the void.

　The reversed Sun is neither the first nor the last.

　The sun rose at the most inappropriate time.

　Everything was reversed, rising from the sky to the ground, the sun in reverse.

　In the past, people could easily hold the sun in the sky.

　But now, the Sun holds the planets in its grip.

　"If that's the reason, I will probably obey."

　A calm voice with a hint of relief slowly emanated from Sherlock Holmes' mouth.

　"I betrayed my creed and allowed Holmes, who was a mere deduction, never leaning towards good or evil, to reason towards good for the sake of Chaldea."

　"My apologies, Miss Sieg, Miss Ritsuka, and everyone in Chaldea. I am an apostle of the Alien God, the first apostle summoned from the very beginning."

　"Holmes?"

　Ritsuka Fujimaru stared blankly at Holmes as he slowly walked to the edge of the waterfall step by step.

　The self that exists only in fantasy died in fantasy.

　However, although it is death, does it make any difference to Sherlock Holmes whether he is dead or alive?

　Falling can't kill Holmes, can it?

　"Once you eliminate the impossible, watter ust be the truth."

　“Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how implausible, must be the truth.”

　The final piece of the puzzle has been completed, and I don't need to say anything more about the rest.

　Sherlock Holmes fell, and James Moriarty stood on the edge of the waterfall, admiring the falling Holmes.

　Everything seemed to be going according to his expectations.

　but--

　The weakness of Sherlock Holmes has disappeared, but that doesn't mean James Moriarty has no weaknesses.

　The point named Holmes on the destiny is now empty.

　The thread of fate that only Holmes could defeat Moriarty has been broken.

　Now, this only shackle has been solved.

　Anyone can...

　Defeat Moriarty.

　-

　The girl flipped the coin in her hand again and again.

　Holmes's spiritual response disappeared.

　It wasn't a reaction of disappearing due to death, but it simply disappeared in an instant during the fall, as if it had been diverted by something.

　Although it was only a moment, she still managed to remember the fluctuation.

　Alien God...

　The red dragon eyes silently watched the battle in front of them, and the heads and tails of the coin kept intersecting in the air.

　Computing is not a panacea.

　After the so-called destiny was shattered, all the information after that was disorganized and extremely chaotic. Mathematics and physics had no meaning at all in the face of that chaos.

　The coin toss had already given Moriarty's so-called answer.

　Urd, Verdanti, Shikoti,

　486

　James Moriarty possesses the power to manipulate fate and spin the threads of destiny.

　But this power has weaknesses.

　Once the protagonist defeats his nemesis, he can no longer remain the protagonist.

　Someone who is not the protagonist is not something that cannot be defeated.

　An extremely violent jet sound came from the shield, and the sound of the hinges turning was like the countdown of life.

　Sword flashes, sword shadows, explosions, and shadow followers.

　The prerequisite for taking the next step through calculation is that you have time to calculate.

　Both sides are serious.

　But Moriarty is no longer the protagonist, so his defeat is obvious.

　With a loud bang, Moriarty, whose spiritual base was completely shattered, flew directly to the open space in front of the girl. There was no trace of his previous ease on his body.

　-

　"So-called fate is by no means a predetermined future. A small pebble that turns everything into nothingness is also fate. What do you think is the cause of your failure?"

　James Moriarty lay straight on the ground, his consciousness slowly sinking into the abyss.

　"It's Sherlock Holmes. I shouldn't have killed him. I should have killed him and the Chaldeans together."

　"No! You didn't even get half of that right."

　The elderly Moriarty curled his lips and shook his finger.

　"Did I underestimate Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

　"No, you did correctly assess her strength."

　"Charlemagne, or was it Mash Kyrielight? Or did she take action?"

　"No, no, no, isn't there someone else there? The person you care about very much? Although he did make a move, it was just a simple flip of a coin."

　Moriarty's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at his elderly self in front of him.

　"Cadoch Zemlupus? He's just watching over there like Sieg, and he doesn't even have the responsibility of a Master—"

　The words suddenly stopped.

　"That coin?"

　"Did you finally find out, stylish guy?"

　"Your fate has long been known, James Moriarty. You should have noticed it when the coin stood up. But young people are full of youthful vigor, so it's not impossible for this to happen."

　"Pride breeds forgetfulness, and forgetfulness breeds traps. Remember this well, young man."

　yes...

　Moriarty took a few steps back and held his forehead.

　Because he deliberately strengthened his cognition so that his acting skills could not be seen through, even he himself almost forgot about it.

　"You're not the criminal emperor yet, kid. What exactly are you now? That coin has reminded you, hasn't it?"

　Too, future, now.

　Because of the changes that began with mathematical calculations and the future, I forgot what kind of person I am now.

　The coin has three sides, but he only sees two.

　This was the fundamental reason for his failure, and it was also a fact that the other party had already told him.

　"Then think about what you should do next. Although it may seem unlikely, you can't possibly tell me here that you plan to be so righteous and wait to be killed, right?"

　"..."

　Faced with this tricky question from his older self, Moriarty remained silent.

　"What an idealist! That's still a long way from being 'me'!"

　"However, since you're also mixing things up, it's not easy to come to that conclusion. Furthermore, with the power of the three goddesses of fate, it's inevitable that you'll be particularly open-minded about death."

　"But here's a piece of advice for you. Remember it well, stylish handsome man!"

　The elderly Moriarty straightened his collar and spoke seriously:

　"It's difficult to avoid death in an instant, but it's easy to avoid death that's slowly approaching. All you have to do is abandon your arrogance."

　-

　When he regained consciousness, it wasn't long since he was knocked away and fell.

　The girl was still sitting there, shaking the red wine in her glass, her crimson dragon eyes emitting a light that Moriarty could not understand.

　"Cough...cough..."

　After coughing lightly a few times, Moriarty struggled to stand up slowly, facing the girl with an extremely serious expression.

　"I lost to fate. That's absolutely certain. So, I have a proposal. What do you think, Senior Sieg?"

　It was like a fantasy that Sherlock Holmes died in Reichenbach, and James Moriarty begged for mercy in Reichenbach to buy back a moment of life.

　It's like a fantasy of life and death.

　The girl nodded slightly.

　Seeing the girl's gesture, Moriarty took a deep breath.

　"Can you please save me?"

　-

　Interlude: Nineteen. Then, You

　487

　You will see retribution

　"Can you please save my life?"

　Hearing Moriarty's words for help, the girl's hands froze, and her gem-like eyes were filled with great doubts.

　This really didn't match the Moriarty that others knew.

　"Are you surprised? Indeed, after all, the way I looked before, it's hard to imagine that I'm the kind of person who would easily ask others for help..."