Chapter 364

Spiders are very patient creatures, especially when preparing to hunt.

They will first spin out spider silk, carefully weaving a web that can sense any movement, then slowly wait for the prey to bump into it, and finally use the fine spider silk to gently wrap up the living prey in layers, taking away the last bit of hope of the prey.

"Eight people. Got it, Louis?"

"Yes, brother, kill them all, right?"

While everyone else was trying to cover the escape of the two men who were carrying out the "Jack the Ripper" relay, William James Moriarty and Louis finally got the chance to catch the perpetrators in one fell swoop.

"What a pity! As long as they are still alive, they can come back again no matter how many times!"

"Ha." William James Moriarty chuckled, interrupting the bellows-like laughter of the dying perpetrator. "There's plenty of time before all of you get together."

"What…?"

"So, are they running faster, or is the fuse burning faster?"

"...Yes, there is always plenty of time before "everyone" gathers together." After leaving the shooting task to the Phantom Magic Bullet Shooter who merged with Moriarty, Lancermello, who participated in this operation as "Baron Frankenstein", began to chat with Moriarty and whipped the corpse of a blind demon again. "Just like Floros also admitted that his biggest mistake was not blowing up Achiman."

"Doesn't he know that Achiman likes to slack off in the empty room?"

"Should he know?" Moriarty asked Lancermello cautiously.

"No, I just thought that since he was going to blow up Chaldea, he should at least kill all the people who could make decisions, right?" Lansemello answered Moriarty subtly, "The explosives he could control would explode except for the remaining staff. Achiman, Fujimaru and I were not within the explosion range. To be honest, he should at least find a reason to let me go to the control room with the conflict of tuning magic."

"Aren't you dead too?" Moriarty asked humbly.

"There were at least two explosions in the control room that day. The first one caused the death of most of the members, and the first 47 protectors were all frozen, and Chaldeas lost power." Lancer Mello sorted out the situation of that day bit by bit from his distant memory, "At that time, I didn't have the adaptability to the soul transfer, so when the soul transfer system was finally activated, the first priority for transfer was Fujimaru, then Mashu who obtained Galahad's power, and then Olga who only had a soul left..."

"During the process of transferring, a second explosion occurred in the control room. At this time, Achiman was in the nuclear power plant at the bottom. Fujimaru and Mashu had already completed the transfer. Olga was already in the form of a soul, so the only one who died was me, the only one who still had a human body at the scene."

"I think at least the second explosion was not in his plan." Lansemello concluded, "This is the result of not being patient enough."

"But being too patient isn't a good thing, is it?" Moriarty thought of a commission that was currently being voted on in Chaldea. "A thousand years—"

"Being patient doesn't mean you only care about survival." Lancer-Mello replied lazily to Moriarty, "It's the same one thousand years, and there are still people who almost wiped out the protagonist group - this person can only be regarded as cowardly. Although I think it is normal for humans to become less spirited the longer they live, the way this guy survived is really eye-opening."

There was a loud explosion and bright fire in the distance.

"Work is over."

"C.W.: It's time for you to find a reason to temporarily withdraw from Project Moriarty."

"Ar.M: Reason?"

"C.H.: Milverton. So whether it's Sherlock or William, they will definitely act on their own. If you stay in William's plan at this time, you will be excluded. William will tell you the location, and other events will be temporarily handed over to Woddam and his team for observation. Your next mission is Milverton."

『Ar.M: ...I understand.』

"Milverton saw your face in the Jack the Ripper case." Lansermero sank into the sofa, looking at the control room communication projection that appeared on the table. "I said that the hint magic I cast before leaving the anomaly was still useful - but, looking at it this way... the Jack the Ripper case here was actually a case designed by Milverton?"

"Looks like he's trying to steal your job."

"Haha, I generally wouldn't accept commissions from such clients." William laughed. "After all, it's not a good thing to point the butcher's knife at the weak and not even repent. Even if the people I killed had more than one life in their hands, I have never been qualified to judge others."

"So the ending I chose for myself is to become a sacrifice to the new world."

"Although I have never seen your entire life, I guess even if Sherlock hadn't stopped you from jumping off the London Bridge, you wouldn't have died." Lansermello crossed his arms and looked at the projection of William in front of him with a smile, "Even if the side of the heroic spirit that he presented to the outside world was basically the side of himself in his prime... there is still a very obvious difference between you and the you now."

"Oh?" William raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"The current Sherlock doesn't trust you that much, 'Lord of Crime.'" Lansemello sat up, cut the wax on the envelope with a letter opener, and opened the letter. "...Have you contacted Moriarty?"

"Well, after all, after Whitechapel, London will soon be playing out the story of 'The Final Problem'." William replied to Lansermero with a smile, "Their Reichenbach, and Charlie and I's London Bridge - that's also the time when everything ends."

"But whether from the perspective of the story of Sherlock Holmes or from Moriarty's experience in the battle at the Traum Anomalous Point, the end of Reichenbach is not the real end." Lansemello turned his head and looked at a pile of manuscripts thrown in the corner. "Holmes will come back, and only Moriarty will disappear."

“Even if Moriarty tried his best to defeat Holmes and made him fall down the waterfall alone, the moment his old enemy died, poor Moriarty would have already lost his status as the protagonist and would have been forced to face a failed ending.”

"That's a plan that only young college students who haven't matured yet would make." William chuckled and commented on the plan that Mollyli had implemented in the anomaly. "In short, you should be able to guess my future action goals, right?"

"MI6 members are now directly part of your organization. You have the power of the British military and the tacit approval of the Queen and the government's 'McCoff' - but the power of the military is too far away from the lives of the people." Lansermelo glanced at the big headline printed on the morning newspaper delivered this morning, "So, you need the power of the Scottish Field."

"And it just so happens that the current head of the Scottish Field Criminal Investigation Division is a guy who will do anything to get promoted."

"Although there is no need to increase the number of 'punishments', it is still possible to bring him down - not to mention, he has given us such a good handle this time." Lansemello smiled, raised his head and looked at William's projection, "Rescuing the innocent citizens who were framed, and in the meantime bringing down the dirty guy and replacing him with our own people... This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone."

"It seems that you already know who our undercover agent in the Scottish Field is." William smiled and stepped back a few steps, saying goodbye to Lansemello. "Then I won't bother you anymore. We'll contact each other again when the final case, 'The Final Problem', opens in London."

AD1877 · Autumn · Palace of Westminster

"There's a bomb! Everyone, get away from the carriage!!!"

Afterwards, the thrilling situation of that day was published in the newspaper published the next day.

"Some people suspect that Councillor Whiteley is directing and acting in this incident himself." Lansemello closed the newspaper in his hand and looked at Kirshtalia. "So, Kirsh, what do you think?"

"Congressman Whiteley is an innocent congressman without any blemish." Kirshtalia put down his hat and answered Lansemello's question. "Although I am a nobleman and I am in the House of Lords, the relationship between the House of Lords and the House of Commons is not closed, and news from both sides naturally circulates."

"Let me think about it... maybe one of the guys in the House of Lords couldn't help himself and ordered someone to assassinate him."

"It could also be someone from the House of Commons. After all, this is a proposal to reform the election bill." Olgamari took a sip of black tea and looked at Kirshtalia who had just sat down. "Even many members of the House of Commons are opposed to his proposal. There are always people who don't want to see others benefit when the conditions are favorable to themselves."

"However, besides assassinating myself..." Lansemero looked at the white mist rising from the black tea in front of him and asked the genius magician who had lost his entire family overnight and was the only one left, "Assassinating family members is also a feasible route - right? You should still remember what Bartemero did, Kirsh?"

"Oh, of course." Kirshtalia chuckled and nodded. "It's even more convenient to assassinate the person's family than to assassinate the person himself - isn't it?"

"That's true." Lansemello picked up the tea. "Because when it comes to gambling, things like 'relatives' and 'important people' are just weak links that prevent you from achieving your goals. Although they are also a source of motivation, the backlash they suffer when they are hurt is much greater than the motivation they can bring."

"...I never thought I'd hear something like this from you one day." Roman, who was on duty in the control room, smiled bitterly, "Do you really remember why you were acting in the past?"

“Hmm? I…acted all this time for the ending I wanted, didn’t I?” Lansemello tilted his head towards Roman’s projection. “My own life has never been important. And Kirsh, Olga, and Maris were all dead at that time…Of all the beings that were connected to me at that time, you were the only one who could be seen at a glance to be heading towards a very bad ending.”

"You are responsible for the safe return of Fujimaru and Mashu, and I am responsible for your continued life as a human being - a very reasonable division of labor, isn't it?"

"You..." Roman sighed helplessly and stopped talking.