Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"This world is filled with stories of all sizes. Of the seven bullets fired by the demon, six hit the bullseye. However, the seventh bullet is controlled by the demon. This seventh bullet will take away the person the archer cares about and plunge the archer into despair."

Although Ayumu, possessed by Novia, revealed everything and failed to carry out the plan to assimilate Holmes's spirit origin to control London and then turn the underwater continent into bullets to shatter the new era, that is, to break the planet from the inside, if it were to be carried out forcibly, it would still be enough to destroy London, the detective city.

"Madam, you've corrected the fate I set. Can you change a story that already has an ending?"

Moriarty's gaze at the silver-haired man with pearly hair was like an arrow.

"Using Fran's location as the final resting place? You gave it your all, and I have no right to question you. I just want to ask you, do you have any regrets?"

The silver-haired man, expressionless, spoke as if about to sigh, "At the cost of Fran's life."

"...Yes, of course."

Moriarty waved his hand dismissively, “I am the king of crime. Thanks to this, it is common to use relatives as bait. Not to mention the androids that I have been raising for a short time. All crimes must be restrained. It is convenient to carry out, after all, it has been carefully studied.”

Moriarty answered the question about the silver-haired beaded hair.

The silver-haired man with pearly hair seemed to be affirming his words, revealing a faint smile, and continued, "Hmm. What you say makes sense, so fire the last bullet, James Moriarty."

"Well……"

Judging from the conversation in the Clock Tower prison, this person seems to have seen through many things, or perhaps she specifically investigated her own affairs? She knows about her relationship with Edmund, and not only that, her voice also carries a certain firmness.

Is there some hidden trick I don't know about? Is it because a divine servant is on you that you're so fearless?

However, Moriarty felt he had to do it.

Click—a sound like the turning of a pistol's cartridge rang out from his hand.

Click, click.

Click, click, snap.

In the past, at the Reichenbach Falls, in a life-or-death situation, Holmes and Moriarty both discarded their guns and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Now, however, Moriarty felt he couldn't do that.

The moment to pull the trigger has arrived.

Even if the price is killing Fran.

Even so, he had no intention of turning his back and watching the devastating end caused by Fran's death.

Even though he understands that this is his important existence, he should still be able to trample on this existence.

He foresaw seeing a magical flower bloom from Fran's chest, and that everything about her would shatter and scatter along with her spirit core.

"...You obviously don't understand me."

"I know you very well."

As the conversation with the silver-haired girl ended, the last bullet was loaded.

Click.

ejaculate.

"ended."

however--

At first glance, the person shaking 'Beldi Edward' and shouting 'Dad, don't do such obvious pranks' appeared to have no external injuries, only a slightly helpless expression.

No, Fran was undoubtedly shot.

Rather, even though the shot had already been fired, it was unlikely that anyone could so easily stop the magic bullet shooter, whose power had been enhanced to the point of exceeding conceptual limits.

But given the current situation, Moriarty couldn't say anything.

"Oh dear, how could this happen? Sigh, it seems like this does happen occasionally."

The silver-haired woman with pearly hair opened her arms wide in a cheerful manner as she turned to face Moriarty, who had turned around because of the laughter.

“I told you, Moriarty, I know you very well.”

She smiled mischievously, pretending to be clueless, as she tossed the still-steaming seventh bullet to the ground.

"Knew it……"

Those were words Moriarty hadn't said in a long time.

Therefore, he made a straightforward declaration to the silver-haired girl who brushed past him:

"A sinister plan that has been going on for decades. You knew all along that things would unfold exactly as you planned, didn't you? It is indeed very enjoyable, and it is also enjoyable that things didn't go as planned... But that wasn't my design. So now you have truly witnessed my sinister plan."

Moriarty walked in the opposite direction from Ayumi, towards where 'Edward Bernd' was.

This man must be the embodiment of evil, a creature far more wicked than myself.

Born in a church that reveres God, an object devoid of conscience and morality, whom even others can exploit—that is how Moriarty saw it at that moment.

Moriarty left these words for him as he left.

"But compared to me, you're a complete and utter bastard!!!"

then.

Walking up to the numerous live streamers, Moriarty pulled Edward Bernd aside and adjusted his top hat while seated atop the statue of the Three Goddesses.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Yes! Oh, that's right! Absolutely right! The mastermind behind this incident, this commotion, is me! It's me, James Moriarty!"

As a result, everyone present froze.

"Hahaha, all the detectives in the world got involved but still couldn't find out who the murderer is? Are you trying to insult me, you bunch of puzzle solvers?! Do you think I, James Moriarty, can only lose to the great detective Sherlock Holmes?! You're all too weak!"

Moriarty crossed his arms and jumped down from under the statue. The colonel on the ground placed a bowl of ice water on him. He cooled his fingers with the bowl and touched around his eyes. He gently rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath at the dazed Fran.

"Alright, you win, you're super rich! Wow! Even little Fran didn't recognize who his real father was! In this situation, I have to say, 'How could you do this?' But I also understand that backstabbing is the romance of villains! But little Fran can only have this once, and never again!"

"As for you detectives who cover all sorts of things..."

Moriarty closed one eye and turned to the detectives present. "Moriarty surrendering? Don't be ridiculous! What an insult! I will never admit defeat without real evidence and instructions next time! Your great assistance deserves my utmost curse: 'Go to hell! You're utterly useless!' I will never let you catch me again! I will face you all with a complete crime that cannot be prosecuted or impeached!"

"I've already planned the escape route, bro."

"Okay, okay—wait?"

James took a cigar from the cigar box in his arms, put it to his lips, then picked up his older brother and vanished into smoke with a whoosh.

So, in the museum where so many people had gathered, not only were there no people, but the Moriarty brothers had almost disappeared without a trace.

Therefore, the final sound that resounded throughout the museum was:

"Damn Moriarty..."

Later, Novia, Eri, and others stayed in London for about three days.

The main task is to treat Eri, who is in a coma. Once Eri is healed and awakens, it will be time to return to Akihabara.

However, before leaving, Novia still used the awakened Eri's body to come to the statue of the three Greek Fates in the British Museum. The reason was that Colonel James had secretly told the silver-haired Ayumi that "Sherlock Holmes designed a one-time terminal based on himself in the British Museum" while his older brother was in a daze.

This concept originated from the Einzbern family's concept of artificial intelligence, or something similar.

"This is just a basic speculation, my friend."

A few seconds after the silver-haired Erise uttered those words, the image of Sherlock Holmes was projected onto the statue of the Three Fates.

"When you start this terminal, it means I am already dead."

"It's nothing special. It's not a rare thing. After all, everyone lives in a hurry and dies in a rush."

"The important question is, why kill me, and why kill me at this particular time?"

"Let's put those aside for now and talk about why I created this terminal. My memories are lost whenever they reach a certain level, as if they've been dug out. What's the reason? I don't even know myself, but I can only speculate that it's due to the 'era'."

"It's not difficult, the difficulty lies in how to deal with it. My friend, I'm sorry to tell you, I'm powerless. I can't find any real clues. The world itself is like being entangled in a giant Möbius strip, and no clue can transcend infinity."

"However, I can leave you a clue: either Chitose Manazuru or Chitose Manazuru at the end of the Holy Grail War."

Holmes, acting as the terminal, placed his hand on his chest and offered his blessing.

"Then, I wish you peace, and may your future be filled with dazzling brilliance like the stars."

...Is that tyrant, Chisui, even a suspect?

Just as Eri was indulging in her delusions, the door to the Greek exhibition area was pushed open.

"Demon King, are you there? The ship is about to depart."

"That's almost it."

After saying this, Novia left Eri, restoring her hair to its original black color.

Eri took a breath and looked away.

"...Can I ask a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Miss Kuonji, what exactly is the 'limited period' you mentioned?"

At this moment, Eri had already learned from Yuzu that she had a contract with the Demon King, which was normal, since she had almost guessed it from the attack at the concert. Yuzu's answer was that "the contract with the Demon King is only temporary".

Upon hearing this question, Yuzhu frowned: "It depends on the situation. We need to report it to the city first, and then go through a series of complicated procedures such as the city agreeing to waive the contract. If there is any mistake, we will be forcibly pulled into the group psychological treatment room, so we have to take it seriously."

"Really, really?"

Arisu's overly serious reply made Erise feel like she was being petty, so she cautiously said, "I'm not saying anything, I just hope that you and the Demon King get along well, Arisu. How should I put it, you've changed a lot..."

Upon hearing this, Youzhu pondered.

Living is about constant change, and after experiencing certain things, anyone can easily change.

The thought of having the Demon King's secret made Yuzhu feel a little embarrassed.

So the witch murmured softly, "...It's okay to change."

"Huh? What did you say, Arisu? I didn't hear you."

Youzhu shook her head.

"No, it's nothing, let's go quickly, Eri."

Chapter 499 The Temple in the Himalayas.

"Our ancestor, Vipassana, survived the great flood that swept across the world with the help of Vishnu and Gavia. Gavia gave them blueprints for ships, and Vishnu transformed into a great fish to guide them to safety..."

In the now-destroyed Syrian region, at the site of the former Ugarit, there are seven gates.

Hela, the Grim Reaper who had previously gone to Akihabara, was now idly listening to another Grim Reaper, Yama, from India, who was earnestly praying in front of a door.

"Later, Vipassavata's daughter Prasutti became Daksha's wife and gave birth to Sati..."

"Ah, I know, Yama, you said that Daksha looked down on Shiva, which ultimately led to the reincarnation of that god Gavia, right?"

Upon hearing Hela's reply, Yama revealed a subtle smile, then said as if it were nothing, "Even so, Dasha was eventually forgiven by the god Ga, so this matter is long over. Don't worry about it, don't worry about it."

"I can't understand how anyone would dare to provoke the Supreme God like this. Is he some kind of mass-produced pro-God?"

Miktlanticutri, the Aztec god of death, chimed in from the side.

Although all the Aztec gods were gods of death, the chief god Mictrenticuti was explicitly defined as the god of death. He was a hermaphrodite god and was marked by the Spanish colonies as 'the master of the lowest level of Mictren, the Chizmiti, like Lucifer'.

"How should I put this..."

Because the Bharata priests in India held a very high position a long time ago, and because Shiva was a god who practiced asceticism and appeared in the world as a path of salvation, it is understandable that Daksha does not recognize Shiva. However, this is a problem inherent to India itself... Yama felt that it would be difficult to explain to them in a short time.

While Yama was pondering, Hela spoke up to help him out of his predicament.

"If you're unhappy, just fight. So what if he's a god? If I ever get a chance to mess with that old man Odin, I'll give him a good dressing down sooner or later."

“…Odin? That’s the fifth sun in our world. You dare to do this? Hela, you’re really something else.”

For Miktlantikutri, Smoke Mirror and Quetzalcoatl were not beings to be respected, but merely gods of slightly higher status.

This can be seen from the Aztec legend that "the twin gods were banished to the underworld, and Quetzalcoatl wanted to take the bones of this god to the land of the living to resurrect him. The god of the underworld chose to stop him, and although he failed, he still forced Quetzalcoatl to leave the bones behind. Due to a fall, these bones were broken and scattered."

As for why we should respect the Fifth Sun, the guy who appeared after the Age of Gods and commanded the entire pantheon, there are naturally reasons. One is that he changed the world and completely killed the sea monster. The other is that he allegedly killed the Star Eater Ort, who came from the distant past.

As beings of extraterrestrial origin, the gods of the Americas, whose source is bacteria, are extremely sensitive to the Oort aura that dwells in Crystal Valley.

The discovery of his disappearance naturally led to speculation, and coupled with the expression and demeanor of their own pantheon's "hot-blooded" leader, Quetzalcoatl, when introducing this god-king, the goddesses of beauty couldn't help but think in this direction...

Therefore, for Tikutri, there was a sense of pride that "my god-king has annihilated a terrifying enemy that none of you pantheons can match".

"Odin does not have a good reputation among the Norse gods, so it is normal for Hela to be like this."