Chapter 370

"Dear Sherlock Holmes,

First of all, let me thank you for coming here.

As you know, I intend to take full responsibility for this plan.

I firmly believe that the people of this country will gradually change their minds because of this plan.

Although I was unable to witness the subsequent developments, there was nothing I could do.

so--

I want to leave this to you.

Sherlock Holmes.

In the midst of great change, there are always small voices that need help.

In any case, I hope you can lend them a hand.

…………

Then, one more thing.

I think you asked me this when I came to visit you last time.

——"Why did you choose me?"

It may be difficult to explain this problem in one sentence.

For me, meeting you made me happy enough to temporarily forget this sinful plan.

At that time, I felt that I had found my only soulmate.

If we were not on opposing sides, I would like to continue talking to you.

Somehow I feel like we've known each other for years - so I wanted you to be there to see me through this.

For me, this is the reason why I must choose you.

If...if I could be born in a different world in my next life——

Next time, I will definitely become your true friend. 』

"? The last signature was painted over?" Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, and after checking again and again to make sure that only this place was changed by different inks, he sighed helplessly, "Could it be that Professor William signed here with his real name? But, then again, isn't this basically the same as the character setting in the script that Watson wrote for that mystery show?"

"Come to think of it, the companions for this mission were also designated by Professor William and Mr. Sherlock." Mashu watched Fujimaru Ritsuka fold the letter and put it back into the envelope. "They deliberately avoided Dr. Watson - ah. Could it be that... Dr. Watson was already an insider from earlier?"

"Of course - otherwise, when neither of them wants to face the end, who will guide the members who are recording over there on the next course of action? None of the other three can be trusted at this time, so it's good enough that I don't make fun of them." Watson stood beside the two of them and waved at them with a smile, "Dr. Roman and I have switched shifts in the control room and the infirmary."

"—I will stay in the control room until the end of "The Last Case"."

"But first, we have to disperse the smoke bombs those two guys threw." Watson walked up and sat down in the empty director's seat. He stretched out his hand to hold the microphone to his mouth and explained to the three people on the other end of the communication, "The London Tower Bridge in this world is already under construction, right? Their Reichenbach is there - after all, those two have been talking about the bridge in London. "

"It's just that everyone assumes that this bridge is London Bridge - don't you think that The Tower is a very suitable place to try criminals?"

London at this moment is just like the end of the fairy kingdom in Lansermello's memory long, long ago - the fire expanded mercilessly, devouring everything that could be used as fuel.

"...I think they at least used the magic of suggestion to guide us and not think of other bridges." Lansemello stood on the roof of a noble mansion, looking down at the fire that was about to devour half of London. "There is only one point left, just the last point. As long as these nobles are willing to leave their dream of peace and prosperity..."

"We have arrived at London's Tower Bridge! Lord, where are you now!?!"

Olgamari's anxious voice came from the earphone.

At the same time, the sound of metal collision reached Lansemello's ears.

Someone was holding a shovel, trying to break down the closed door of the noble mansion to help the civilians get water for the fire.

"I have other work to do in the East End, so I'll leave the record-keeping work at London's Tower Bridge to you." Lansemello chuckled, and left the mansion while no one was paying attention, heading deep into the fire scene. "Although it should only officially open after this is over, considering the distance, I may not be able to arrive in time..."

"Is there still work?" Kirshtalia frowned and asked Lansemello.

"Well, after all, it's the same as before - I... am not good at rejecting things like 'Dying Wishes'." Lansemello looked at the vast sea of ​​fire around him and smiled helplessly, "But don't worry. After all, no matter what, from the beginning of this journey - our first priority is to save our own lives."

“We do not act to save others, we act to save ourselves and to protect what we value.”

"...I understand." Kirshtalia lowered her eyes and replied to Lansemello who was in the fire at the moment, "See you at London Tower Bridge later."

But after the communication was cut off, Kirshtalia said to Olgamari: "You stay here, I will go to Lord Townsend to see the situation. The unloading port included in Lord Townsend's mansion is the closest water source to the fire site - there must be a large number of civilians gathered there, and..."

"Who told me to pretend to be a count?" Kirshtalia smiled at Olgamari, turned around and walked towards the direction of the fire. "Protecting civilians and defending this country is the obligation that the nobles must bear. Don't worry, I'm just fighting the fire with the people of London on the outskirts."

"I'll leave the final recording to you - Lord, maybe I still have the energy to rush back, but with such a big fire, I'm afraid I won't have the energy to rush back immediately after the firefighting is over."

"...You have to come back alive, that's it." Olgamari crossed her arms and glared at Kirshtalia. "Although we have all experienced death, don't forget that the weight of the entire world is now on the three of you. I can't tell you, Lord, so I'm only telling you this."

"If you dare not take your life seriously, I will use my power as director to remove you from the selection list for all the following actions. Leave this to me, don't worry." Olgamari chuckled and looked at Kirshtalia. "It's the duty of the nobles. I am the heir of the monarch family, Animusphia. Although my talent as a magician does not meet my father's expectations, it has always been my job to clean up the mess for the members of the Astronomy Department, Animusphia."

"...Then I'll be leaving." Kirshtalia smiled and soon disappeared from Olgamari's sight.

After finally figuring out the entire layout of the East District with the help of protective magic, Lansemero watched as the orange-red scorching flames licked the wooden frame of the house, turning everything except people's lives into ashes - then, she remembered the last wish that person had entrusted to her in the flames.

It was true that she wasn't good at rejecting a will, but that didn't mean she wouldn't reject a will from someone else - she just didn't reject it.

—and, strictly speaking, it was more like a transaction.

Because this world is the same world in which the Whitechapel Anomaly was born.

So as early as the night after the Jack the Ripper case was handled, William James Moriarty had a private conversation with Lansomello.

“Miss Holmes.”

He used this title to open the conversation.

At the end of the conversation, William James Moriarty, who had already decided on his own fate, entrusted his will to Lansermero.

"I remember that you restored the damaged buildings in Whitechapel at that time, so I want to leave the final cleanup work to you - I will set a big fire in London. But in order for the fire to spread smoothly, the main ignition points are set in the East End... I would like to ask you to do your best to reduce the economic losses of the civilians who suffered this unprovoked disaster."

"...What price can you pay for this?" Lansemero asked him, "After all, you know that even the dead have value to us - and "miracles" should not befall humans who have strayed away from the mystery without reason."

"Then... let's use this as payment."

William James Moriarty looked at Lancermello, whose true appearance had been revealed, and gave a very faint smile.

——And the origin of a certain heroic spirit was completely fixed at this moment, turning from a vague state into an established fact.

"I will give you my soul as a reward for bringing a 'miracle' to the East. But please remember one thing. This fire must be put out by commoners and nobles together - this is the beginning of a new world of equality for all, and it cannot be destroyed."

"...I know. After all, this is something you risked your life to do." Lansemero looked at William James Moriarty and secretly ticked one of the tasks that William and Sherlock had given him. "However, in addition to paying me the soul as a price, I hope you can also help me sort out my identity in your team."

"The fake identity I used this time is already dead, so I'd like to trouble you to take me in for the time being."

Lord Townsend finally opened the gates - and nobles and commoners mixed together, taking turns to fetch water from the unloading port to put out the fire.

The huge fire that was originally enough to sweep across the whole of London was suppressed by a large amount of water and then gradually weakened.

The scope of the fire is gradually decreasing.

Then, as the fire was finally over, a blinding flash illuminated the steelwork of London's Tower Bridge, which was still under construction.

The two people standing opposite each other on that iron frame are the protagonists of this final scene.

——"Crime Master" William James Moriarty, and "Famous Detective" Sherlock Holmes.

The destined Reichenbach between Holmes and Moriarty was established in full view of the public.