I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

I'll catch up with you too.

The world is dissipating, and this dazzling world like soap bubbles finally ushered in the moment of bursting.

This world should be perfect and without blemish, because the gentleness of the king guides people.

But this world will easily come to an end, because the people who live here are people who have become gentle because of the king.

They easily gave up their future and chose to continue the future of the world where Ritsuka Fujimaru was born.

Just like the king they have always loved.

Death is not the end.

"cough, do you want to get on the boat, sir?"

A stone fell on Cyd's head, wearing a black robe, the boatman waved at Cyd suspiciously. waved.

"Has your business expanded to this?" Cyd didn't know whether to cry or laugh's direction, "This is continent G."

"This is Don't worry about such trivial matters." The ferryman shoveled the little broken boat to Cyd's side with a face full of indifference, poking the oars on the ground, "that smelly brat still didn't come to you in the end, but he did a good job, go. Ship, sir, you haven't spent that gold coin yet."

"It's really dedicated," Cyd stepped into the small broken boat, "and prepared a small bench."

"Ah, that is." Looking at Cyd's ferryman who was already sitting on the small bench, he was a little confused, "It's so."

"Then I'll squint for a while," Cyd leaned against After reaching the edge of the boat, he lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes, "Remember to call me when you arrive."

"Don't fall asleep," the ferryman patted Cyd's head. Someone other than me."

"Don't worry, I still have things to do."

Chapter 52 A little, sleep for a while

"Ah~ I lost."

Moriarty leaned against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke of illusory filled his surroundings, just like the impression he gave in the past, only vague shapes could be known , but he could never see through the smoke to see his true face.

But.

Moriarty cautiously snuffed out the cigarette, lest the ash would fall on Nightingale's face, who was leaning against his thigh.

It was probably the first time he allowed someone to get so close to him.

"You've worked so hard that you can even give up on yourself trying to save your life. You've worked too hard."

Nightingale raised his arm and pressed it over his eyes.

"Don't be shy now," Moriarty flipped the cigarette, "It's the last, anyway, I thought I could win 2v2, but suddenly a fatty came out, and then even the two little girls Here, there is no way to lose."

He is also very unwilling, but the timing of Goredolf's appearance is too delicate, and the killing is decisive, not at all like the first time we met. Hesitant look.

But he accepted it as calmly as ever.

"So it's not that you're not working hard enough, it's that you really can't," Moriarty gestured awkwardly.

To be honest, he didn't care about the psychological condition of his subordinates before he turned into a person. Anyway, his spider web was not lacking in that spider silk, and even if something went wrong, it would be covered up by other spider threads. But, somehow, he wanted to comfort Nightingale.

Probably because Nightingale is his assistant.

It really doesn't fit the professor's style.

"Are you crying?" The small sobbing made Moriarty's expression froze when he was about to tell a bad joke.

"No," Nightingale sat up immediately, turned his back to Moriarty, and rubbed his hands hard over his eyes.

Ah~ I kind of understand why Holmes cares about Watson so much.

Moriarty clenched his fists and retracted his foreword, still really unwilling!

"Moriarty, what are you fighting for?" Nightingale whispered, hugging his knees.

"For what? Probably to fulfill the king's wish," Moriarty sighed, "The king has been looking forward to a day when he can choose, but the people of this world are his shackles, even if it arrives On that day, the king will not go anywhere, I want to fulfill the wishes of the king, and also the entrustment of the people here, that's all."

"Pretend to be a good person," Nightingale curl one's lip.

"This is the truth that Holmes can't possibly deduce if he wants to break his head," Moriarty spread his hands. The evidence is all gone."

"She said our world will get here one day," Nightingale buried his face in his arms, "I can't believe it, because I'm not from this world after all ."

"There's no choice but to believe now," Moriarty put his hands behind his head.

"That's why I hate you. If you prevent crime like you in this world, the world will at least become less cruel," Nightingale said unwillingly.

"That's right," Moriarty looked towards the sky.

Here Moriarty met Cyd ・Utopia, so he didn't go down that path, but he who of Greater History of Man didn't meet, even if he reacted, he would have been trapped by his own cobwebs .

Moriarty glances at Nightingale.

However, it is not necessary to meet someone like Wang to change. An assistant who can clean his cobwebs with a blank face is also a good look.

Soap bubbles burst~

Greek Lostbelt ——Fantasy Erased

After that, everything was back to normal, just like before, no one will remember, The members of Group A who attempted to subvert the Greater History of Man as a hider were locked up in Chaldea, probably because they figured out what Kirschtaria Wodime said that he would spend his life improving in this world in the future. As for others, there are The two have been in a state of skepticism with unexpectedly no objections.

Ritsuka Fujimaru left the Conference Hall without a word, and Goredolf, who was analysing Chaldea's running goals, just moved towards the others and looked the head.

"Sleep well," Ritsuka Fujimaru stood in front of his door, "work hard tomorrow."

It's the first time standing in front of this door or something The guy who doesn't understand, unconsciously, she holds a lot of things in her hands and loses a lot of things. In the end, her hands are still the same as before, empty and no progress at all.

"I'm back."

The door opened slowly, and the rays of light illuminated the dark room, just like this room.

No one would-

"Ah, welcome back," the man in a white coat and ponytail moved towards Ritsuka Fujimaru with a cake and waved his fork, " I see a lot of strawberry cakes here—"

Ritsuka Fujimaru's eyes widened, tears streaming down her face.

"Why?"

"Ah! Isn't this cake edible!" The man was startled, and his smile became very far-fetched, "I see a lot of them, so I thought There should be one for me, didn't expect one, no, don't cry!"

The man jumped off the bed in a hurry and gestured in front of Ritsuka Fujimaru.