Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

She really is just an ordinary girl!

After memorizing the last spell written on the papyrus, Ursula thought with grief and indignation that if she was going to fall in love, it should be an ordinary love relationship that was responsible for each other.

In a peaceful age, the love between eighteen and nineteen years old cannot be Romeo and Juliet, and it must not be such an outrageous plot that after her boyfriend disappears, she is a superhero who hides her identity and sacrifices herself to save the world.

Because some pervert wants to rule the world, so her detective lover who is still in the "probationary period" is sacrificed, which is absolutely not acceptable.

"All of this may be Conan Doyle's fault." Ursula put down the papyrus and stood up. To be honest, she has never figured out why Moriarty, who has a remnant party and a loyal dog Moran behind the scenes, is so young. When I was young, I was still a clerical work behind-the-scenes gangster who suddenly went crazy on the waterfall and who can easily bend the tongs and beat professional boxers to the teeth. My hobby is black boxing and I took a harpoon to Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the "tough man" who stabs pigs, engages in meat fighting.

And Mr. Holmes is outrageous, aren't you also a rationalist?Why did Konoha suddenly become mentally overwhelmed, and engage in some one-on-one final battle.

Moran was even more exaggerated. You watched your master fall, and you just remembered to shoot.

If you consider the reasons from another world, it is naturally because the author stopped being a human being and didn't want to write because of his serious literary dream, so it was unfinished.

What's even more outrageous is that this kind of feigned death to hide identity and black clothes, oh, not the routine of fighting against dark organizations is really common among the so-called successors of Sherlock Holmes.

But what is this real world for? Ursula had this kind of confusion before, but the joy of meeting Mr. Holmes made her ignore this unreasonable place, but now, this guy Eric has also started to play this set.

"How could you succeed!" Ursula slapped the papyrus into the box with gritted teeth.

"He dared to have a good group fight and turned it into his personal show. Guys like detectives really have to stare at them to death!"

She could probably guess what Eric was thinking. Of the 32 girls, only fifteen were replaced. They were still not sure whether the person who was replaced was really a victim.

There are so many people and non-humans on the magical side who can break through the illusion and run away directly, but those ordinary people who are pulled into this world by their real bodies can't. Duat is originally the world of the dead, and it's not something that humans can enter and exit at will. The shattering of the illusion derived from Duart space will inevitably cause these girls to lose their lives.

"But! Whenever he takes care of his own life, his mind full of reasoning is cleared up, and he realizes that he and Sherlock are two people, he will still find a partner, and he won't act like this. .”

"Don't you like to use the hearts of innocent girls to investigate cases? You should use it this time!" No. It's been 14 days, and the young Mr. Holmes hasn't figured out the suspiciousness of the love potion he suspected of giving himself. Where is the skill tree point of "fiancee".

She stroked the solid laurel hair crown on her head, and felt that the power of the sun god was continuously being absorbed and transformed into nourishment for her magic power.

"Why does this happen to a real-world detective..."

Wait, did he really not count?

Ursula crushed a piece of papyrus. Eric, who lost his memory, had no choice but to sacrifice himself as the ultimate insurance, but what about Eric who had no amnesia?

A guy who is used to counting everything, will he not predict his possible actions when he knows that he may lose his memory?

"What if I'm his insurance of last resort?" Ursula thought uncontrollably, and it became more and more present.

"He doesn't trust me now, but he trusts me completely. He trusts me so much that he is even willing to give his soul to me." Miss Witch stroked her chin and suddenly woke up from the anger at Eric's death.

"The most important thing is that according to Eric's character, he is really willing to disappear before he can bind his soul with me."

"What if, I mean what if..." Ursula said to herself, "is this guy still trying to trick me when he's planning a plan?"

"The river god and the bride are ruled out first, because this is very risky. What else can give him a chance to trick me? The Nile River, the night of tears, the flood of the river..."

Ursula was drawing on a clay tablet with a wooden stick. She needed to organize her thoughts. If Eric had expected this situation, then...

"Yes, this is it, Night of Tears." Ursula slammed the writing stick into the clay tablet: "You better think so, Mr. Detective!"

She almost forgot that the Nile River had more than one river god, and the strongest in the Egyptian mythology system was not the god Ra, but another protagonist from the festival of the Night of Tears—the goddess Isis.

She learned the real name of Ra God because of the design, so she has the power to control the Supreme God.

In actual history, even though the priests of Ra tried their best to limit the worship of Osiris by the ancient Egyptians, the belief in Osiris among the people continued to develop.Gradually, Ra's god position took a back seat, and even Ra's merits were regarded as belonging to Osiris.

In this way, among the thousands of faces of the two Nile gods here, there is actually a figure at the level of a creation god.

If Osiris can be Ra, then his lover knows his real name as the river god again...

"It seems that my plan can also be changed." Ursula smiled genuinely now.

It was night, and they ushered in the last pirate captain who replaced the girl. On the night of No. 14, the moon was almost full. All over the place, waiting for the half-elf who took a final bath in the river to deal with it.

And Mr. "Lisbon", who had been hiding all this time, finally appeared by the river at the same time. He glanced at the bustling crowd here, didn't make a sound, but stepped into the river at a brisk pace. Standing firmly in the water of the Nile, he began to race against time to compete for energy with the half-elf on the other side.

Ursula, arms folded, stood in the shadow of a tree not far away, watching them.

Sure enough, according to the order of entering the river, Eric will definitely play the role of Osiris, the first river god of the Nile.

The "Lisbon" who didn't know how to revive must have played the role of successor.However, Mr. Lisbon definitely does not think so. His resurrection must have a price. If it is to get rid of the sequelae, he may also want to become Osiris.

As Eric noticed, in the rising water of the Nile River, the power of the water element became more and more turbulent.

Ursula leaned against the tree and looked at Mr. Detective with only one head above the water under the bright moonlight. Maugham said that self-sacrifice is an irresistible passion.Goals are not important, they may or may not be worthwhile.

But Ursula felt that the goal had better be worth it. A Lisbon and an Adonis were not worth the price of a Holmes.She believed that the sober Eric must also agree with him and her ideas.

And in order for the bastard to have a chance to agree, when they both stood up from the river at the same time, Ursula held her hair crown, which had been full of all the hymns that filled the sun god hymn these days. the power of.

It only takes one step now, maybe she guessed wrong, Eric may not have thought about so many twists and turns this time, but...

"Ah! venerable Osiris, you are the eternal sovereign, you are Anluf, you are Henu-Khuti, you are infinitely changeable in shape, you are Puta of Anu, you are the master of the invisible throne , you are the creator of the abode of Puta's soul, you are the guide of Tuat. How great you are when you settle down in Nu! Isis embraces you tightly, she drove Tuat away on the road of the dead All the demons of the world. You face the duat, you make the earth shine like copper, and the dead souls look up to you from the earth, they breathe the clean air, and when the sun rises from the horizon, they see you faces, they embrace you, and they feel infinite joy in their hearts, because you are the eternal Lord!" (Quoted from the ancient Egyptian antiquities "Psalm of Ra rising from the east")

Ursula plucked the Egyptian harp and sang the ancient hymn aloud the first second the sun leaped from the Nile.

Because she had already made up her mind, she became extremely relaxed, and even thought about complaining about herself, because she chose the profession of writer and added the magical power of witch and priest, she really changed her profession to a bard!

Behold, who would have thought she could not play the harp ten days ago?

The two men who set foot on the river bank were wrapped into two figurative balls of light by the originally scattered elements in the space. The next movement was interrupted by the extremely melodious singing of the girl. Their eyes were full of divine inorganic Texture, slowly looking at Ursula who faded into the darkness and was exposed to the sun.

"Have you come to fetch me? My love."

The girl with the universally recognized fixed shape of the goddess Isis on her head and the brilliant sun disc (played by the laurel wreath that has absorbed the divine power of the sun) smiled brightly.

The pirates watching on the sidelines, stunned by the rare oppression of divine power in this era, noticed the Miss Witch behind them.

They stared at each other dumbfounded, like a happy bird, broke through the ball of light without any resistance, and accurately flew into the arms of the silver-eyed half-elf.

"Happy Tears Festival!" The girl smiled and rolled her eyes: "My dear Osiris."

"Isis."

Mr. Detective was silent for a while, and slowly hugged the girl back, uttering the word with some difficulty.

"Yes, Isis, only your Isis," Ursula responded.