Chapter 352

"I heard that an old man's safe was robbed." One day after having a stable place to stay, Kirshtalia said this after returning from outside after inquiring about the news.

"The vault..." Olgamari touched her chin and looked at Lansermelo who was sitting on the only chair in the house. "Could it be the Red Hair Society?"

"It can probably be considered one of the many 'origins' of the Red Haired League story." Lansemero looked out through the narrow, cramped, blurry window. "Besides, I guess Holmes wouldn't be interested in reasoning about this case."

"We had the answer to this case in our hands from the beginning," Holmes complained in Kirschtalia's voice. "Forty yards of tunnel, a week's time - that's obviously the plan that the calculating professor would come up with, right? And then again, did that fellow start providing criminal plans to others at such a young age?"

"After all, he was born in the slums of this era. All the clean jobs are tightly grasped by the big shots." Lansemello sneered, "However, even if I found a job in that poor school under a pseudonym, so far, the eldest son of the Moriarty family seems to have no intention of letting his family adopt William and his children."

"Of course." William, who was sitting in the control room, joined their conversation with a smile, "Because at that time, Brother Albert had not yet encountered an opportunity that would allow him to make up his mind. By the way, you found a job in the school, so why are you still here at this time?"

"I hope you all still remember that I can still think of the division of Atlas." Lansemello replied, "I let 'I' stay in that school - strictly speaking, I also threw Moriarty there. But 'I' am not a master who will give servants a high degree of freedom, so Moriarty only plays a role in changing her appearance."

Elsewhere, a carriage carrying Albert James Moriarty arrived at the Poor School.

"Master Albert, you always take care of this place." The principal in a purple dress smiled and greeted Albert who looked not very well. "What's wrong with you? You don't look very well."

"No, it's okay." Albert raised his head subconsciously and answered the principal seriously.

"The children are in the chapel now." The teacher in white and blue pointed out where the children were to Albert. "The new teacher Vivian is very popular with them this month. They are probably listening to stories at this time...ah."

Albert walked past the two of them without saying a word, rarely wasting his energy on maintaining his usual friendly demeanor.

"I was actually allowed to come in..." The silver-haired girl sat on a bench not far from the children, looking at the blond boy surrounded by several children with a subtle expression, "Sometimes I really wonder if he can see the inner "soul" through the outer "container" - those children are obviously very dissatisfied with my joining their party."

"That's what you said, but you should have seen his whole life, right?" Moriarty finally couldn't help but speak into the depths of the silver-haired girl's consciousness, "Shouldn't you know what will happen next? And, the name Vivian... I don't think that queen is so tolerant and generous."

"The Clairvoyance is not 'here'." The girl who called herself 'Vivian' answered Moriarty calmly, "That magic cannot be replicated with split thoughts, so here I only have the Fairy Eyes - the world of these children is still very pure, and the Fairy Eyes are not a big burden."

"Ah, I hear Albert's footsteps."

At this time, the children also ignored the presence of the teacher and, under the guidance of the young William, told about the bad nobles they had encountered.

"But there are bad people among the nobles."

"Some would sit in the carriage and glare at me, and some would yell at me."

"My mother was taught a bad lesson while working in a noble mansion, and she died in the end..."

"Indeed, there are bad people among the nobles." William raised his head and asked the children around him, "So, everyone, when bad nobles appear, what should we do?"

"I have taught you this before, right?"

"Fight!"

The youngest girl shouted out with a smile.

At the same time, Albert outside the door and Vivian inside the door both widened their eyes because of this sentence.

"I apply for an A+++ for William's instigation." "Vivian" sitting on the bench communicated with herself on the other side of the mind, and expressed her opinion with great excitement, "This is no longer the level of a criminal consultant! ! ! The previous A was simply an underestimation of him - no, change it to Ex! This is not a level that humans can reach and measure!!!"

"Get up and fight! Kill them!"

"Get up and fight! Kill them!"

"Kill all those bad nobles!!!"

Meanwhile, the magicians crammed into the small makeshift base fell silent.

“…I think I know what’s going to happen next.”

"Shut up, I don't want to hear you."

"...Mr. Holmes."

"So this is why Albert chose Professor William... right?" Olgamari's hair stood on end. "He is a noble himself, right? Wouldn't he be horrified to hear such a statement?!"

“Ah, Mary is not used to it yet.” Kirshtalia laughed. “Well, as magicians, we have no right to complain about Albert. But to be honest, after getting used to the Lord’s detached perspective, it’s not so shocking anymore.”

"No, the 'me' on the other side was also surprised." Lansemello denied Kirshtalia's assumption of him, "But what surprised me was that the Order·Evil that William registered at the beginning was a lie - he was Order·Good. Moriarty of Order·Good - we now have two Order·Evil Moriarty with us."

"But being on the outside does help a lot - after all, I don't belong to any party, so I won't be affected by the rhetoric and tactics against any party."

"By the way, who was the last guy who made it his goal to eliminate all evil?" Olgamari suddenly thought of something and turned to ask Kirshtalia.

"I guess what you want to inquire about is the magician killer Emiya Kiritsugu and the Beast Kasyugetsu." Kirshtalia answered Olgamari in a tone as flat as a program's voice.

"They don't know what is the means and what is the end." William interrupted their conversation with a cold tone, "But for me - 'we', crime is only a means, not an end. Because the evil in people's hearts is endless, so killing all the bad nobles is equivalent to killing the whole world."

"Very rational thinking, worthy of being an excellent mathematics professor." Lansemello chuckled, "It's a pity that most people don't realize that killing a certain group of people to achieve peace means killing the entire world - so can I tell others your goal now, William?"

"I still say the same thing - 'No spoilers.'" William sighed helplessly and gave a hint to the magicians who had gathered together, "However, based on the case of Jack the Ripper that occurred in the Whitechapel anomaly, I think you should have been able to deduce the whole picture of Moriarty's plan."

It rained again in London today.

When Albert returned home from the poor school, he ran into a maid who was escaping from the door - her hands were bleeding bright red; and his younger brother William Moriarty appeared in front of him, shaking a silver fork stained with bright red blood.

"I can't stand it. The lower class is really annoying. They can't even make a pot of tea properly. I must ask my father to fire that guy."

The next day was a rare sunny day in London. Albert came to the poor school alone and asked to meet with the young "William" alone.

"...Kill all those bad nobles." Albert stood opposite William and repeated what he heard yesterday under the statue of Catholicism.

"Did you hear that?" The blond boy looked at Albert with a smile, not feeling guilty at all about his plan being exposed.

"That was a very meaningful lesson." Albert stood straight in front of William. "But, to be an enemy of the nobles is to declare war on this country. Do you intend to fight this country?"

The boy sighed, but in the halo of the stained glass, under the statue of God, he raised the corners of his mouth a little bit, and declared to Albert -

"That's what I planned."

——In front of the gods, he smiled and preached the evil path leading to the right world.

All lives are equal, and everyone should have equal access to happiness.

——But this is not the case in this country.

People are cursed by the deep-rooted class system. Their hearts, which should have been pure and innocent, have been polluted and distorted, giving birth to terrible demons.

"...Then, the same goes for the other way around." The blond boy almost blended into the dazzling sunlight. Against the backdrop of the stained glass window, he looked like the savior 'Christ' who had come to the world. Albert was easily caught up in the huge vortex of thoughts. "As long as the demons are eliminated, people's hearts will be purified and the curse will be lifted."

“This country is definitely going to be a better place.”

William looked at Albert and asked with a smile, "-Will you report this to the Scottish Field?"

"Because you are a noble, don't you want to see that scene coming?"

AD1866 · Early Autumn · London, England

——The future Napoleon of the criminal world, whose real name was unknown to anyone, found his accomplice on this day.

With his help, Albert, who was once confused about himself, determined his own path, and took advantage of his father's desire to adopt orphans for charity to take out the two blond brothers from the poor school - this was the origin of William James Moriarty's Noble Phantasm "Moriarty Plan".

This plan originated from Albert James Moriarty's commission to William.

"I...feel disgusted with my family."