Burning black flames wrapped around a figure and landed on the outer platform of the gun tower.
"This is the one in the Temple of Time...!"
Matthew looked at the people who came here and his eyes widened.
And, there is more than one.
Snap.
An evil dragon flag was unfolded at the top of the gun tower, making a sound in the wind.
"This flame..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the black flames and involuntarily showed a relaxed expression.
Moriarty avoided the flames and looked in the direction of the tower.
"Tsk, who are you!?"
“Kuhahahahaha——!!!”
The laughter started again.
"You - actually regret it?"
"You who call yourself the Napoleon of crime actually regret it?"
"There is no need to deny that your eyes have betrayed everything about you - James Moriarty!"
"And you-"
The man pointed at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"I still have no regrets, I always look forward."
"Your existence is the greatest irony to Moriarty!"
"As expected of you, Fujimaru Ritsuka, only in this way can you be worthy of being my [accomplice]!!!"
The man finally walked under the light inside the gun tower, allowing everyone to see his face clearly.
"You're here...!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes looked quite happy.
"Yes, I'm coming."
The servant who was wearing green clothes and had already let out two unexplained laughs showed a somewhat ferocious smile.
"My name is the Cave King. It's been a long time... maybe it's not necessarily a long time, my [accomplice]."
"There is frustration in your smile. Why, is the journey to this singularity a heavy blow to you?"
The expression on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face was both crying and laughing, and she pursed her lips and nodded.
"Um!"
"Okay, I understand."
The Cave King closed his eyes.
Then he laughed ferociously again in an instant.
"Then let me accompany you on another trip to the abyss of hell!"
call--
Behind the Cave King, another flame rushed towards Moriarty.
Unlike the black flame burning on the cave king, the flame is a normal color.
But its lethality is not inferior to that of black flames.
"Tsk, you're still alive... you're so rude and rude."
Moriarty's expression turned a little gloomy.
"Thanks to Lawrence's gem potion, I came back from hell... This face of yours is really boring. Even the Moriarty of the past was a damn bastard, and he was better than the current one."
Would you like it a thousand times better?"
The voice that sounded was Jeanne d'Arc Alter's.
She walked out of the shadows, stood beside the Cave King, and stared at Moriarty with a sneer.
"Although I used this trick with murderous intent in the past, it seems like it's not enough now."
"I should have dealt with you earlier, you disgusting fifty-year-old uncle."
"Evil, disgusting uncle!?"
Moriarty's eyes widened.
"Alter dear!"
If Fujimaru Ritsuka was just happy when the Cave King appeared, then the appearance of Jeanne d'Arc Alter really surprised Fujimaru Ritsuka.
There is nothing happier than having a companion you thought was dead appear next to you.
"I told you not to call me Alter!" Joan of Arc Ater seemed to be furious.
"Miss Jeanne...it's great that you are still alive..." Matthew's head almost reached into the screen, with a relieved expression on his face.
"Ah, so the bottle of gem potion that Holmes asked me for at that time, could it be..." Lawrence began to think about it.
Holmes asked for an extra gem potion from her. Although she didn't understand why Holmes asked her for an extra bottle, she still gave it to her. Now it seems...
"Well, in short, it was like this when I was about to die, and then that, and in short, I survived in the end."
Jeanne bit her lips and said vaguely.
"All in all, it's great to be alive!" Mashu nodded vigorously.
"Okay, okay, okay, I don't want to talk about how I was rescued. In short - Master, I brought you reinforcements!" Joan of Arc Alter pointed behind her.
Hidden behind the Cave King and Joan of Arc is a third person.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that there would be times when I, Mr. Lawrence, and this Master would appear on the stage!"
It was Shakespeare who was often arrested.
He broke free from the restraints and stood on the ground of the gun barrel tower again. He smiled and touched his chin at the same time, seeming very proud of himself.
"This free air is so joyful. I can't help but use this experience to compile a new tragedy!"
Everyone is looking at Shakespeare.
The air seemed a little quiet.
"Ahem, let's put this matter aside for now."
After coughing twice, Shakespeare shrugged helplessly.
"In short, Shakespeare, fully resurrected!"
"...Why does Mr. Shakespeare always give me an unreliable feeling?" Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his head.
"Wow, that's so mean. Master, can't you praise me a little?" Shakespeare looked a little hurt.
"I am the unreliable reinforcement No. 2. Why don't you let me go every time something like this happens?"
Behind Shakespeare is Hans Christian Andersen, whose small stature allows him to hide behind Shakespeare's coat.
You are quite capable of hiding as a follower.
"And Mr. Andersen!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes have completely lit up.
"Don't look at me like that, Master! This miserable place like Shinjuku is not where I should be! Have you ever gone to see what Kabukicho has become? After I was summoned,
I was really looking forward to it, but it turned out to be completely burned into ruins!" Andersen wasted time as he muttered.
Moriarty blinked.
"Well...how should I put it?"
"You are indeed not included in my calculations, especially Andersen."
"You didn't expect it, and I didn't expect it myself." Andersen looked a little helpless for some reason, "But what can I say, since I have been entrusted, I can't refuse."
"Ah, by the way, Master, I have something that I must give to you."
Andersen looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Oh? Me?"
Ritsuka pointed at herself blankly.
"nature!"
Shakespeare answered in the affirmative with a high-pitched voice, and then pointed the finger at Moriarty.
"So, Professor Moriarty, there is no Sherlock Holmes in Shinjuku, right?"
"Because he was absorbed by you!"
"Then what."
Moriarty looked at Shakespeare with an amused expression.