Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, the music in the arena suddenly increased in volume, and the music played was exhilarating.

Eerie magical light burst forth from the edge of the front row seats, and on the runway that stretched out in front, a petite figure walked forward and spread a pair of wings.

Meanwhile, the main screen in the venue showed a close-up shot of a young girl wearing a Greek-style white hooded sweater.

"My lovely little pigs, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!"

The opening greeting, delivered at an extremely loud volume, resounded throughout the entire arena.

"Today marks the first time the naval battle stage of the Holy Grail Wars is being shown to the audience. That's right, when you think of the sea, you think of me! Today, the Great Witch 'Circle' will be providing a live broadcast!"

Soon, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers, boasting about how much they were looking forward to the match.

"OK, OK. I love you all! Now, before introducing our glorious contestants, let's get to know our two on-site commentators for today."

As the broadcaster spoke, two tall men walked onto the runway and waved to the audience.

"This is the commentator for the Ottoman pirate legion of the Eastern Army! A pirate among pirates, a gentleman of the Caribbean!"

—Blackbeard "Edward Teach"!

"It's me!"

Despite the boos from the crowd, Blackbeard, wearing an ACG t-shirt and raising his arm, seemed completely unconcerned.

"Everyone knows him, right? Now let's introduce the next one!"

"You're terrible!"

"The commentator for the Carthaginian pirates in the Western Army was the supreme naval commander! Without him, there would be no Roman Empire; instead, the Ptolemaic dynasty under Cleopatra would have taken its place! He was none other than Marcus Vessanius Agrippa, the trusted general of the first Roman emperor!"

"...Hey hey hey, when did I become a commentator?! You guys suddenly said you wanted to treat me last night, so I came to be your guest, but it turns out I'm here to be a commentator. This is so strange!"

It was assumed that Agrippa would respond to the audience's enthusiastic cheers, but to everyone's surprise, he interrogated the witch who was working as a broadcaster, revealing the inside story of how he had been tricked into working for her.

Kark had a wide, innocent smile on his face.

"Oh dear, we originally asked Archimedes to do it, but he suddenly said he couldn't come. The Descendants are always so unpredictable; it's really a headache."

"I say, you guys... why did you have to send a Roman soldier like me to do this kind of thing? And those painter followers, don't use my face to draw sketches!"

Agrippa was clearly a stubborn man. Only after the little witch pleaded with him did he reluctantly accept the task of being the commentator, which drew laughter from the audience.

"Please switch to your preferred channels and enjoy the commentary for your favorite team. If you get hungry while watching, how about trying some porridge?"

However, faced with the host's enthusiastic promotion, all the audience members, remembering the strange effects of this porridge, politely declined.

Soon, with the three hosts' witty banter, the oval-shaped, flat arena finally changed.

Several cracks appeared in the center of the site, moving in a regular pattern and creating a terrain with significant elevation differences. Rolling seawater flowed into the site, and reefs emerged from the water.

Two galleys came from the ramps opened at both ends of the venue, riding the wind and waves against the ocean current.

The ship shot into the air in an instant, like a giant whale leaping from the sea, before crashing back down, creating a spectacular spray of water that formed a beautiful water crown. Not only that, but several other ships and small boats followed, forming a fleet for both sides. This performance was entirely the result of state-of-the-art equipment and facilities, without the use of any magic. However, this should not include the shadow of the enormous, lurking creature beneath the surface.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting! The simulated naval battle is about to begin!"

This competition concept is completely different from the previous knockout tournaments, adopting a multi-player versus multi-player battle format!

Which faction will ultimately become the Mediterranean overlord descending upon Akihabara?!

The main screen zooms in on the decks of the two fleet flagships' galleys.

"—First, let me introduce the Eastern Army!"

Bringing a glorious Mediterranean nightmare to the Ottoman Empire! The great Barbarian pirate, the red-bearded "Barbarossa"! This man will once again become the fleet admiral!

His adjutant was none other than Jacques de Morais, the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar, who had deep ties with Western European countries!

At the bow of the old ship, a white-haired, golden-eyed female knight with black-rimmed glasses and a melancholy air stood behind a red-bearded pirate.

The lively broadcast continued, introducing the contestants.

"--Next, the last one to introduce is the Western Army, the well-known 'Flying Eight Boats'! The born Taira clan killer 'Minamoto no Yoshitsune'!"

She is the most dangerous samurai in today's naval battle, and it's expected she will face concentrated enemy fire. How will she overcome this adversity?! Let's wait and see!

The young samurai, with his thick black eyebrows and somewhat heroic appearance, responded calmly to the cheers of "Ushiwakamaru" from the sidelines.

After both teams finished introducing themselves, the oars and sailboats began to move, each arranging its own formation according to the ideas of both sides.

An unprecedented naval battle is about to begin.

At this moment, the young man in the deerstalker hat, who had been watching all of this on the big screen, reluctantly looked away.

To be honest, he quite liked the city because it had a unique charm.

If all goes well, he would love to stay here a few more days to fully experience the local customs and culture.

Pity……

The young man shook his head, took out his vibrating phone from his pocket, and pressed the answer button.

A clear, cold, and authoritative female voice immediately came from the other end:

"How's your investigation going, Sherlock Holmes?"

Chapter Three: Women are a subject I don't understand.

"The person you are looking for did indeed appear in this Holy Grail City that descended upon Tokyo, Your Majesty..."

The young man wearing a deerstalker hat smiled and responded to the phone, then turned his head to look at the Holy Grail knockout stage's epic battle that was reaching its climax on the big screen, his eyes showing regret.

"Unfortunately, based on current clues, [He] should have already left this place."

Near the end, the young man added one more sentence.

"Together with Amaterasu Omikami..."

At this moment, on the other end of the phone.

10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's Office.

The Lion King, holding the microphone, frowned slightly upon hearing the result.

She wasn't questioning the authenticity of the information; after all, as the employer, she had thoroughly researched the private investigator's capabilities before assigning the case.

Sherlock Holmes, the world's finest and only consultant detective.

The culmination of the detective concept, the representative of the "whistleblower".

He is thoughtful, decisive, bold yet meticulous, and also a calm and composed man.

In a sense, no mystery, crime, or conspiracy can escape the detective's eyes. Whether it's a terrifying murderer, an ancient curse, a monster in the night, or a supranational organization, he can uncover the truth—and, if necessary, take it down.

With a sharp sword called "Truth".

His lifestyle transcends the realm of humanity; he can even be described as the embodiment of a "wise man" and a "revealer."

Such a near-perfect character is not a real-life heroic spirit.

Strictly speaking, he is the protagonist of the Sherlock Holmes stories written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in the 19th and 20th centuries. He is a detective who can solve all kinds of mysteries and one of the originators of the "detective" in many detective novels that have appeared since.

These are fictional heroic spirits, the culmination of mystery literature.

It was precisely because the Lion King had confirmed the hero's outstanding professional abilities that he chose to entrust the task to him, rather than mobilizing the entire state apparatus.

Incidentally, in the Sherlock Holmes stories, this great detective is a true Union Jack member, lives at 221b Baker Street in London, and has collaborated with the British government in the fictional world on numerous occasions. Even the Prime Minister and Queen Elizabeth in the books were his long-term employers.

Currently, this can be considered a contract renewal in a certain sense.

Of course, the idea of ​​asking this civilian for help in tracking down the culprit and apprehending the criminal came from the strong recommendation of another victim of sexual assault at the Prime Minister's residence, Grace.

This is a die-hard fan of the Sherlock Holmes stories.

Subsequently, at Grey's suggestion, the Lion King Artoria and Prime Minister Morgan, in the name of the government, requisitioned Conan Doyle's manuscripts and everything at 221b Baker Street to serve as a medium for the séance.

The fairy sorcerer who came on stage summoned the great detective with ease, just as expected.

Thus, upon arriving in reality, Holmes was immediately given an official position as a special investigator for the British Royal Family, tasked with tracking down a fugitive.

Soon, this outstanding industry expert, based on various clues, traced the newly emerged Holy Grail City in Tokyo.

The investigation, which had initially been completely unsuccessful, has now made a breakthrough.

If I remember correctly, the person who gave Grey this set of books was none other than her beloved teacher.

—A fugitive.

Everything truly reflects the saying, "Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable."

The Lion King shook his head, dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, and his gaze immediately sharpened.

"Can we be sure where [He] will go next?"

Although the investigation seems to be very close so far, given the snake's habit of lurking in the dark, if that creature deliberately hides, it will probably not be so easy to catch its "tail".

"I'm afraid that won't work..."

Holmes on the other end of the phone shook his head, his tone quite helpless.

"We don't have enough clues; the puzzle of the truth is not yet complete."

As they spoke, the great detective, who was sitting on the bench reporting on the progress of the commissioned task, couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

The one he was trying to track down was a genuine deity.

Gods and humans are different after all. As transcendent beings who govern the rules, their actions are mostly unrestrained by geography, environment, space, and time, and they can easily commit all sorts of incredible crimes and escapes.

Trying to analyze it from a human perspective, such as trace evidence analysis, sociology, or psychology, is a dead end.

The only way, and the only way, is to try to analyze the other party's behavioral logic through deductive reasoning, and in this way deduce an answer that is as close as possible.

Even so, there are very few usable clues at present.

Even if he is the embodiment of the concept of "whistleblower," he cannot fabricate "truth" out of thin air.

Upon hearing Holmes's reply, the Lion King on the other end of the phone clearly realized that this was a difficult task and did not press the matter further.

"Alright then, continue your investigation in your own way, and report back to me immediately if there is any progress."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Holmes nodded in agreement and then politely hung up the phone.

However, as he put down his phone and looked up, the detective's gloom vanished. He skillfully opened a ticket booking app and entered an address.

In fact, based on the existing clues, although he could not get a definite answer, he already had a general direction.

That last sentence I said is the key...

Based on the characteristics of the Messiah, that person's actions must be related to things like calamity and salvation.

Meanwhile, information from the employer revealed that He had a habit of being alone.

But now, He is traveling with Amaterasu.

Therefore, it is very likely that this journey is also related to Amaterasu.

There is a tradition in reasoning that "a single piece of evidence is not sufficient," but when different clues intersect, the key to breaking the deadlock can be found.

It's difficult to determine the location based solely on "that person".

However, there are very few regions that are associated with both "that person" and "Amaterasu Omikami".

Currently, based on the origins and deeds of that Amaterasu Omikami, he has found a general direction for the investigation.

In addition, someone helped him eliminate a large number of incorrect answers.

Holmes took out his phone, opened his encrypted email, and scanned it from top to bottom, his lips twitching slightly.

"Upon receiving any news of the Prince, immediately report back to me. You may choose ten treasures from my treasury—by the Flower of Rome."

"The $100 million has been transferred to the account we opened for you in San Francisco. By the way, we also have the IRS's phone number—by Paradise Island Express."

"Appeared in Tokyo? Wait, I'll come get him right away! —by the eternally eighteen-year-old purple-haired beauty."

"May You guide the lost sheep to the Promised Land and bring light to the world, Amen—by Our Lord."

"Tell me everything you know and I'll give you 10 times the reward; don't tell them and I'll give you 1000 times the reward—by Saori Kido."

"Detective, how's the investigation going? His family is waiting for him to come home—by the Fuyuki family."

"Where? Where? I'm so bored, I really want to find someone to fight. Don't keep me waiting too long — by Mexican Wrestling Super Cool."

"Is there any news about that fox woman? She still hasn't told me how she's going to pay next quarter's salary—by Ramen Storm Inhalation."