"I respect your opinion. Please stay there and don't move.
Holmes agreed and asked Helena to cover her own body, and then the seven were defeated by him and fled in a hurry one after another.
However, at the moment when the last person escaped, when Helena opened her eyes, something broke into the corner of her vision.
Pink...
"What is it?"
Unconsciously, she uttered audible words, and her concentration on maintaining invisibility was broken, revealing her figure.
"Helena Blavatsky!"
Six people have already escaped from the cave, and the black-clad assassin who appeared at the end of her sight must be the seventh person. In other words, this assassin passed Holmes and came to her. However, no matter how much Helena didn't want to kill anyone, she had to do it now, otherwise she would die.
Then, Helena saw the assassin's eyes - a pair of beautiful eyes that looked like polished obsidian.
"I will never forget Lady Helena's teachings."
Helena seemed to be able to hear the voice of the young assassin.
The child I once taught came to kill me.
She immediately understood the techniques and amulets they were using, the body strengthening, the magic used to calm the mind, the assassination cult recorded in "The Chronicles of the East" and "The Count of Monte Cristo", and the drug hashish used to keep the assassin's mind calm. So that's it.
Helena, who had given up resistance, was about to die, and that was how it should have been.
"Oh, I didn't expect to meet such a lovely lady. I have to make a move. Don't fall in love with me at first sight."
"Ah, Dad, come on, you're already so old, don't you feel ashamed? It would be bad if grandpa saw it."
When Helena opened her eyes again, the assassin had been knocked to the ground. In front of her appeared a silver-haired old man and a pink-haired girl.
The reason why she screamed and exposed her whereabouts was because of this pink-haired girl.
"Are you okay...Hai——"
When Sherlock Holmes arrived and saw the two men's faces clearly, he, who was always calm, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
"...You're not dead?"
"Of course, you are fine, so why should I be in trouble? Don't you think so, Great Detective~"
Moriarty twisted his waist and said with a smug look on his face.
"......It seems that I am too self-righteous."
Later, with Holmes' introduction, Helena learned the identities of the two, James Moriarty and his daughter Frankenstein.
"Because grandpa said that when dad suddenly wants to go out and do something alone that day, I must follow him secretly, otherwise something might happen. So that day at the Rheinbach Falls, after dad and Holmes fell down together, I watched Holmes leave in a flash, leaving dad struggling desperately in the water. In order to make him remember, I asked him to lead the way for a few minutes."
"Don't say that, Fran. Dad is going to cry, okay?"
"I see. Then why did you come to the Himalayas?"
Ignoring Moriarty's antics, Holmes continued to ask.
"Dad said he wanted to see what you were going to do by faking your death, Holmes, so I came here." Fran answered very seriously, then bowed to apologize, "But don't worry, from today on, Dad and I will leave here. We are going to Antarctica."
"Yes, it's not us who will die anyway, so it doesn't matter!"
Moriarty said, stroking his chin.
"Okay, can I ask one last question?"
"Please say."
"Ms. Frankenstein, who is this grandpa you're talking about?"
This topic made Holmes very curious, especially when he thought about what Moriarty had said before, he became even more concerned.
After all, it was really hard for him to imagine that the Napoleon of the criminal world would have such an expression.
"Grandpa is grandpa."
"That's Fran's grandfather. I don't know him."
Unlike Fran's joy, Moriarty suddenly pouted.
"If my father doesn't recognize him, then he's not my father. I recognize my grandfather."
"No, Fran, I was wrong. Please don't abandon me, your father." Moriarty hugged Fran's hands and looked like he was about to cry at any time. "I recognize you, I recognize you, isn't it okay? I was such a worthless person before. Fran is the cutest. My daughter is the most important treasure. Please, little Fran, don't disown me, your father."
Looking at Moriarty's expression, Helena couldn't help laughing out loud.
"As Holmes said, you are very interesting, Mr. Moriarty."
"Oh, really? I didn't expect that Holmes, a taciturn guy, would say this about me." Moriarty stood up suddenly and said with a smile, "This gives me a new opinion of you."
...What I think is interesting is not what he is like now.
But Holmes did not speak, but just shook his head helplessly.
Then, after the conversation, the two groups of people left separately, one group continued to go to the Himalayas, and the other group went to Antarctica.
"Should I say, Dad, that this is a rebellious romance..."
In the Himalayas, Fran couldn't help but say this.
"I write letters every year, but my mouth is still as hard as stone."
"I said I didn't write it! I don't know why it suddenly appeared!"
"It's because you like to say these kinds of things to evade responsibility, Dad, that's why it's not okay. You're digging your own grave..."
"Hey, but with you here, Fran, I feel relieved as a father."
Moriarty smiled broadly, then raised his head and looked further away.
"By the way, Fran, how about we go meet that Edmund guy?"
"There has been no news about Edmund for decades. After he avenged Grandpa... Dad, you are really useless. Not only are you no match in combat power, but you are also no match in funding."
"If Fran said that to me, my father, I would cry."
Then, James Moriarty said with a genuine sense of relief.
"Forget it, in that case, let's go to Antarctica! Antarctica is great! Penguins are cute, although not as cute as you, Fran!"
No news? That might be true for Fran, but not for Moriarty.
"Oh, Dantes, huhahahaha, congratulations on finishing it. It must be surprising that I'm here. Hey, please answer me."
Years ago, after the Count of Monte Cristo had done everything, the man who had participated in many of them appeared before him.
"It's Moriarty, what's wrong?"
The Count of Monte Cristo turned to the professor.
"I see you look like this, are you planning to leave?"
"Well, it's all over now."
"Really? Where are you going? Will you come back later?"
“Mexico, I don’t know.”
"...Hmm? If that's the case, then why go to Mexico?"
In response to Moriarty's doubts, Edmund just smiled and shook his head.
"......The shipyard that built the new Pharaoh for me, one of their captains certainly seemed to have gone to Mexico. No, it should have been called Aztec at that time."
"Does it matter?"
“Probably not…”
Edmond Dantes left step by step, leaving only one voice echoing in Moriarty's heart,
“I will still wait and hope, and this is the wisdom for everyone.”
"Really? Then do as you say, 'Wait and hope, and see you again, but do not be frightened, Edmond Dantès."
Moriarty kept waving at Edmund.
"I hope so, James Moriarty."
And just like that, the Count of Monte Cristo disappeared from Europe.
.........
Even in this fantasy-like scene, he did not give his thoughts to dreams. His eyes only focused on reality.
Looking up at the sky, it is a deep blue, vast and eternal sky.
Favia walked in this world where nothing seemed to have changed, and finally came to an extremely prosperous city.
On the stone-paved streets, people in their best clothes were shoulder to shoulder. The pavilions of the buildings faced the river and were decorated with bright flowers. It seemed that they were celebrating the festival.
Having said that, this city is really incredible. Whether it is the people's dress or the style of the buildings, men always have a vague feeling of nostalgia.
But he soon understood that the configuration of the wall and the surrounding scenery meant that this was——
The Aztec capital, the floating city of Tenochtitlan.
It has been who knows how many years, and great changes have taken place, bringing peace and prosperity to mankind. This is the conclusion of the "human principles".
The streets were crowded with people, everyone was laughing and enjoying the festival, the coming and going was so noisy that even Tlaloc felt a little overwhelmed.
Such bright smiles and such a lively atmosphere made Favia curious. What festival were they celebrating?
"This festival is to commemorate the sun god who saved us."
The child who was questioned by Favia said, "The Sun God ascended to the sky to defeat the water monster Mipactri, and then he never returned."
Hearing this, Favia nodded thoughtfully.
This is not a real ending, it is just a false, yet very small, very grand, and very important fairy tale of love and courage.
But after the child finished speaking, he continued:
"Grandpa, aren't you from our local area? We have known this since we were young. I saw you wearing the mask we like to wear during festivals, and I thought you were asking me on purpose."
"Haha, I'm just wearing it. I really don't understand."
At this moment, Favia was still wearing the half-leopard mask.
"Well, after all, we all respect this half-leopard mask."
"Is that so? But it's not convenient to cut it halfway."
"But this is the symbol of the sun god, that's why it is like this."
"Sun God, is it Tonatiuh?"
"That's right, Tonatiuh is our sun. He has always been protecting us in the sky. I heard the Lord say that it was because everyone trusted Lord Tonatiuh that we were able to overcome countless hardships and drive away those damn Spaniards."
After hearing this, Favia understood something. The Central and South American world did not fall apart because of his departure, and was not defeated one by one by the invading Spaniards and destroyed. On the contrary, they did a good job and contributed a lot for the land under their feet.
"Grandpa, don't you know much about our things? It's okay, I can show you around. Today is also the festival to celebrate our ancestor Tonatiuh, and I have plenty of time..."
"There's no need to accompany an old man like me. Just go and have fun. I'll just watch."
"Oh well...."
Favia smiled and touched the child's head, then walked slowly along the bank of Moon Lake.
He saw a statue that people had erected for the Sun, and saw the words underneath the statue:
“My fellow countrymen, descendants of the sun god, and believers of God in the Andes, after hundreds of years of arduous and unyielding struggle, we have finally broken free from the yoke of the Habsburgs and stood up.
For hundreds of years, the Habsburgs were not invincible. We will merge with this land. Even if our bones are picked clean, our clean souls will never disappear. There is the sun in our arms and hearts. Even if we sink to the bottom of the sea, we will surely rise again. Death is not invincible!"
He also glanced at the Moon Lake and found that his face was indeed getting older, but this was only natural. He was about to reach the end, and now he was simply fulfilling the promise he had made in the past.
I will return.
In the distance, there was the sound of drums.
Boom, boom, boom, it keeps going on.
This was not the first time that Favia had heard this sound, he had heard it many times, even so, he still walked slowly with a nostalgic mood, because this was an activity carried out by the people living here to celebrate the future.
At the same time, it is also everything he is attached to, and seeing these things naturally makes him feel very warm in his heart.
Originally, under the expected development, the Moon Lake would have dried up and would no longer be as beautiful as it once was, but now it still exists today.
The music of the ceremony gently enveloped Favia, and white petals and colorful confetti fell like snowflakes.
