"As long as you still possess the power of Sherlock Holmes, your power as the evil professor will never weaken."
"Because this is different from the past situation where [Holmes will definitely defeat Moriarty]. The current situation is [Holmes is Moriarty's companion]."
"Although being absorbed can still be recognized as a companion or something, it still feels a bit outrageous."
Shakespeare explains current situations and facts.
"In short, for you now, you must have a feeling that no matter what you want to do, it will go smoothly. Well, you are simply invincible."
As he spoke, he gave Moriarty an invincible buff.
"After all, if you want to win in a story, becoming the protagonist of the story is definitely the most natural way, isn't it?"
Moriarty had begun to realize something was wrong.
His suspicious eyes kept looking between the several uninvited guests.
"What on earth are you planning?"
"The best detective in history was indeed defeated by you because of a moment of carelessness and became your food. But professor, villain, do you know?"
"He opened up a path to a certain world, and behind him, there are countless characters chasing him - of course! They are also phantoms! They are phantoms that can never be summoned in the Holy Grail War.
"
"However, at this moment -"
His voice was impassioned.
Then he was answered by Andersen's voice, which sounded like he was half dead.
"Well, that's right, thanks to the existence of you, a villain, we have to get involved...that thing called [secondary creation]!"
"Damn you, do you know how troublesome it is to create a new character? Although you don't have to set up the character yourself, do you know how troublesome it is to create a new setting within the rules of the story itself?"
Andersen's eyes looked as if he wanted to eat Moriarty, then he sighed and laughed.
"Okay, after all, it's the client's entrustment. It would be bad if you complain any more."
"Although it's a piece of random writing, but how can I put it?"
"——For now, it's enough for summoning!"
"You have always boasted that the power of stories is powerful, so now let's see what can be achieved after making changes to the story!"
Shakespeare laughed and opened the book in his hand.
"Andersen, free your and my Noble Phantasm!"
"Ah, isn't this what we are here for?"
Andersen also raised his pen.
"[The moment of the performance has arrived, there should be thunderous applause] (First Folio)!!!"
“[Story written for you] (Marchen Meines Lebens)!!!”
The two writer-servants released their own Noble Phantasms at the same time.
Suddenly, the top of the entire gun tower shone brightly, and even Moriarty had to cover his eyes.
"Is this - a reaction to the summons!?"
"Shadow Servants? No, the scale is smaller than that of Shadow Servants, but the size of the spiritual base can be stabilized. Wait, could these be--"
During Sheba's monitoring, the reaction of the spirit base appeared almost all the time, filling the top of the originally empty gun tower almost instantly, and you could even feel a little crowded.
"these are......"
There were already people standing around Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"We are phantoms, the masters of Chaldea."
A somewhat transparent figure turned around and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a gentle smile.
"That's why I'm standing here like an undead."
"There are also some things that we can't even have a concrete image, they are just floating around us."
In addition to some phantoms that have indeed condensed human figures, there are also some weak beings that cannot even have a shape, and can only float around quietly with an amorphous appearance.
The man who spoke was a round-faced priest wearing glasses.
"This image..."
Lawrence frowned.
She remembered the records she had read in Chaldea.
Round face, detective, priest...
Isn't this...Father Brown?
There were still several shadows standing around Father Brown.
"Fortunately, with such a weak spirit base, we don't have to fight head-on. We just need to help the Master a little."
Beside him stood an old man playing with a knot.
"Actually, I wanted to defend Professor Moriarty, but since the survival of the planet is involved, I might as well forget it."
This comes from the protagonist in "The Old Man in the Corner", an old man who plays with knots. No one knows his name, but he is also a detective.
The bird-headed doctor shook his head: "You really shouldn't say such things at this time. Although you are this kind of person, it is betrayal, betrayal!"
"And the Belgian, why doesn't he come?"
The round-faced priest shrugged.
"He asked me to tell you that he is not his competitor, but someone who plans to surpass him, so he does not intend to show his face here shamelessly."
"but......"
He turned around and looked at the shadows around him.
"He will still help us, so one of these shadows must be him."
"He still looks so arrogant. Gray brain cells and so on...the brain cells are obviously pink, right? If they turn gray, won't they die?"
The bird-headed doctor looked quite disdainful.
"So what do we do now?"
He looked at his companions.
"Mr. Holmes forgot something very important. Of course, we seem to forget it often... although this is not my style." The serious gentleman pointed his fingers twice in front of himself.
.
"I don't like that." The old man playing with the knot shook his head in disgust, "Besides, how do we know whether Holmes did it?"
"The master is the one who wants to do this, otherwise he won't be able to defeat Moriarty." The round-faced Father Brown seemed to be the center of this group of phantom detectives. He looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a gentle expression.
's nodded.
Fujimaru Ritsuka is still a little confused.
"What do you want to do?"
"We give you power, you accept it." The serious gentleman said, "Then, attack Moriarty."
"This is a very scientific thing."
"You mean, it's up to me?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes gradually changed from blank to determined.
"Yes, we will give you the power, and you can only attack." Father Brown gave an affirmative answer.
"We are a group of forgotten old immortals who cannot attack, so we have to do it by you." The old man playing with the knot sighed softly, as if it was a pity.
"That's it." The doctor at Niaowotou also smiled, "Of course, it's not just us, but everyone here."
"Even for those unformed ones, we will use all our strength-"