I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

I will catch up with you too.

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

The world was supposed to be perfect, because the gentleness of the king led 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 Fujimaru Rika was born.

Just like the king they have always loved.

Death is not the end.

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

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

"Have your business expanded to this point?" Sidica raised her hand in a direction that couldn't help laughing and laughing, "This is the mainland."

"Don't worry about such trivial matters." The ferryman shoveled the small broken boat to Sidika's side with a face full of indifference, poking the oars on the ground, "that stinky boy didn't come to you in the end, but he did it. It's very good, get on the boat, sir, you haven't spent that gold coin yet."

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

"Ah, that is." Seeing the Siddija ferryman who was already sitting on the small bench, he was a little confused, "That's it."

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

"Don't go to sleep," the ferryman patted Sidica's head, "My little wreck can't live with anyone 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, and the ethereal smoke filled his surroundings, just like the impression he gave in the past, he could only know the vague shape, but he could never clear the smoke to see his true face. .

but.

Moriarty carefully snuffed out the cigarette, for fear that the burned ash would fall on Nightingale's face, who was leaning against his thigh.

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

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

Nightingale raised his arm and pressed it over his eyes.

"Don't be shy now," Moriarty flicked the cigarette, "It's the end anyway, I thought we could win two-on-two, but suddenly a fat man came out, and then even the two little girls came and lost. There is no way."

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

But he accepted it as calmly as ever.

"So it's not that you don't work hard enough, but you really can't do anything," Moriarty gestured awkwardly.

To be honest, he didn't care about the psychological state of his subordinates before he turned into a man. Anyway, his spider web was not lacking in that spider silk. Even if something went wrong, it would be covered up by other spider threads. Would love to comfort Nightingale.

Probably because Nightingale was his assistant.

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

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

"No," Nightingale sat up immediately, turned his back to Moriarty, and rubbed his hands hard at the position of his eyes.

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

Moriarty clenched his fists and retracted his foreword, but he was 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 the day he can choose, but the people of this world are his shackles, even if that day comes. , the king will not go anywhere, I want to fulfill the wishes of the king, and also want to fulfill the entrustment of the people here, that's all."

"Pretend to be a good person," Nightingale pouted.

"This is the truth that Sherlock Holmes couldn't deduce even if he tried to break his head," Moriarty spread his hands. Disappeared."

"She said our world will come 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 up at the sky.

Here Moriarty met Sidica Utopia, so he didn't go that way, but he didn't meet anyone in Pan-Human history, and even if he reacted, he would have been trapped by his own spider web.

Moriarty glanced at Nightingale.

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

Soap bubble burst

The Greek Lostbelts - Disillusioned

After that, everything returned to its original state. Just like before, no one will remember that the members of Group A, who were trying to subvert the pan-human history as hiders, were imprisoned in Chaldea. They probably figured out what Kirshta was. Leah Wodham said that she will spend her life improving the world in the future. As for the others, there are two people who have been in a state of skepticism and unexpectedly have no objection.

Fujimaru Rika left the conference room without saying a word, and Goldruff, who was analyzing the future strategy of Chaldea, just shook his head at the others.