"Well, that's pretty much it." "...Why does he look like the old guy?" James Moriarty murmured suddenly. In response, Babbage had a very complicated expression on his face. Because he rarely saw Moriarty with such an expression, and he never expected Moriarty to have such an expression. So Babbage asked curiously about his expression. "Who is the old guy?" "Just an old priest who talks nonsense all the time." To Babbage who was asking, Moriarty continued unhappily, "A person who keeps saying things like 'I want to see such a beautiful view once', 'Can you do it', 'Moriarty can definitely do it', 'The world is golden', these weird things, is he kidding me? If he wants to see it, can't he go and see it himself? He wants me to show it to him?"
"Is this like this?" Babbage looked away blatantly and pretended to cough twice. Moriarty is a tough guy, he thought. Moriarty's tone was extremely bad, but a fearless smile appeared on his lips. Occasionally, really occasionally, the young man named James Moriarty would show this expression. It's like the feeling that although you have been rejecting with a cold attitude, you are actually waiting for the day when you will be slapped in the face. "Well, forget it. Since you think so, it's not impossible for me to use my mathematical ability to help you in my spare time and create the dream of an impossible world without disputes, only development and prosperity. In exchange, you, Babbage, will be my first subordinate... What are you laughing at?" Babbage drank the tea in front of him, sighed and said: "No, it's nothing, Boss." "Don't call me Boss, that's not okay." "What should I call you? Boss? Big Brother? Boss? King? His Majesty the Emperor?" Babbage laughed and teased. "None of these will work..." The silver-haired young man pondered for a moment, "By the way, just call me Professor!" "But now your diploma is not as high as mine." What Babbage said was true. He received a Bachelor of Arts degree in 1814 and a Master of Arts degree in 1817. In 1816, he was elected a member of the Royal Society of London. Moriarty was now just a mathematics teacher. "...Don't worry about it! It's just a name!" "Okay, okay, I'll do as you say, Professor Moriarty." Let’s go back to the present day, which is 1818. In Geneva, Switzerland, the two good friends have been here for almost half a year.
Moriarty had moved in at the beginning of the year, and Babbage followed because he was curious about what he was going to do. In fact, Moriarty came because of what Faria said to him: Something will happen in Geneva, Switzerland in 1818, and I hope you can go and see it. Although Moriarty didn't understand what the old man was talking about and was dismissive of it, it didn't stop him from volunteering to see what it was. This is purely his personal wish and not the instruction of others. This is what he thinks in his heart. At this moment, Babbage was calculating. The shapes he drew were symbols related to magic. Although they were the basic components of learning in the Clock Tower, their accuracy was so high that even a first-level lecturer would be amazed. In the Type-Moon world, the science-oriented characters naturally knew about the magic on the other side of the world, and had learned a lot, like Helena later. After all, with the development of the times, the Clock Tower also had to learn technology. Moriarty was writing the letter carefully. As time passed, it began to rain heavily in Geneva shrouded in night. In an instant, lightning and thunder flashed, and countless thunders created a dazzling light. The two looked at each other for a moment, and without almost any conversation, they stood up and walked out of the room together. Because the two of them heard a roar that could only be heard by a magus who had his five senses 'enhanced'. ....... Lightning jumps in the rainy night, drawing the most beautiful arc in the sky. As the night grew darker, the rain grew heavier, the thunder continued to explode with a deafening roar, the dazzling lightning illuminated everything, and made the world look like a burning sea of fire; then in an instant, everything returned to darkness until the lightning appeared again. At the same time, in a classical Gothic building located in the forest a little away from the city, the owner of the house was stumbling out of the gate of the building and fleeing into the forest. And behind him, there was a figure that looked very distorted at first glance following him. The figures walked in the forest without fear of darkness and heavy rain. Even without any lighting tools such as flashlights, they walked as if it were daytime. In fact, day or night doesn't make much difference to the two. Because one of them is a magician and the other is a created human, their eyes, infused with magic power, can easily see clearly in the dark. As long as it is a normal shadow brought by the night, most of them are not an obstacle. The magician's name is Victor Frankens. As a crazy scientist, alchemist and magician, he conducts forbidden research on the human body, hoping to create an artificial human that is comparable to humans. This is a miracle comparable to God. In a sense, he recently succeeded. By splicing and stitching corpses together and using alchemy and magic techniques, he created an artificial human that resembles a human. However, due to her lack of emotions and major flaws in expressing her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, the perfectionist had to admit her flaws and defined her as a "failure" - the artificial man named Frankenstein. Earlier, the newly born Frankenstein realized that Victor was dissatisfied with him. Although he was puzzled, in order to express his gratitude to Victor for creating him, he killed a wild dog and gave its internal organs to Victor as a gift. This behavior completely frightened Victor, and Victor, who was already a little disappointed, gave up Frankenstein and regarded him as a failure. "Get out of here! You're not Eve! You're a damn monster! Die--" The magician slightly extended his right hand, and in less than a few seconds, all kinds of magic tricks capable of killing people were unleashed. Frankenstein didn't understand what Eve was that Victor was talking about. He only knew that he was very scared of himself, so he couldn't help but reach out his hand. Afterwards, the magic was solved by her in an instant. Victor realized that he was no match for her and chose to escape. He also realized that the androids he created were pure monsters incarnate. The android didn't understand why he wanted to leave and could only follow him silently.
Therefore, the figure── Frankenstein, walking quietly in the forest on a rainy night. Because of the pure desire in his heart, his face was full of tension. But at this moment, Victor's heart was filled with fear. In a corner of his consciousness that was almost buried by fear, he was desperately thinking about what he should do to successfully escape from the hands of this monster. After all, Frankenstein's current appearance is a twisted human figure, covered with dirt that is hard to look at. And if Victor turned his head slightly, he would see Frankenstein's eyes meeting his. The android's heterochromatic eyes looked like a killer full of murderous intent in the dark rainy night. To Victor, that was the monster's intimidation and anger, and a declaration of death for him as a human being. After an unknown amount of time, Victor, who was already exhausted, had to lie on the ground. As he looked at the android slowly reaching out his hand towards him, Victor roared in horror: "Don't come near me! You monster! What I regret most is creating you!" The alien, twisted humanoid figure could not speak and had not yet learned how to do so, so it could only roar. Don't abandon me, please. All the xenophobic negative emotions that were released in that roar hit the magician Victor Frankenstein's whole body, shaking his spirit, paralyzing his thinking, and stopping his body from preparing for action. Unable to move. Both physically and mentally, it is so easy to be afraid. Not even a sound could come out of his trembling lips. Only his wide-open eyes were still staring in fear at the demon-like alien human figure. In the trembling vision, the humanoid body slowly began to move, and with its hands, it smashed all the flowers and plants along the way into pieces, forcing them in front of the magician's eyes. "Get away! Monster! You are not the Eve I imagined! Don't come near me! Just die, please! I beg you!" The disgust in his heart overwhelmed his fear, causing Victor to say these words again. When he heard these words again, the man-made being known as a monster suddenly stood still and stared at him blankly. The monster didn't shed any tears, it just roared softly. However, at this moment, both the android and the magician realized that something was silently approaching behind them in the darkness. "Oh, a way to prove it has suddenly occurred to me. Should I shout victory at this moment?" Moriarty shook his fingers in a creepy way, his eyes sparkling with dazzling curiosity. "This creation... is a bit too horrible, but there are also parts that need to be improved." Babbage beside him turned his attention to Frankenstein. "You are magicians too! Save me, this guy is a monster! I can give you all my wealth!" Victor, feeling that he had survived a disaster, immediately turned to the two magicians he didn't know for help. In his opinion, they should agree to such a deal. "Oh? Why do you call her a monster? Is it because of her hideous appearance?"
Moriarty shook his head and smiled slightly. "It, that, that guy is a monster! It's not the Eve I expected at all. It's an evil thing that doesn't understand any emotions..." "Ahahahahahahahahaha——" In an instant, in front of Victor, Moriarty suddenly burst into laughter. He did not look at the panicked magician Victor Frankenstein, but looked up at the sky where the rain had stopped. Although the sky was slightly illuminated by the moonlight, there was not a single star and it looked very empty. "Well, well, well! This newly born evil creature that doesn't understand emotions is the best subordinate for me to embark on the path of evil! Evil should be ruled by evil, and evil will be destroyed by evil! Under the control of numbers, evil will naturally grow. My evil will devour evil, and will also dominate evil!" Babbage coughed and said to the already dazed Victor: "His intention is to say that you can leave and he will protect you. In exchange, this is left to him." The magician who received the promise immediately stood up and ran away, never looking back until he completely disappeared into the darkness. "Ahhhh-" "Your answer is full of loopholes! Your answer is full of mistakes! How can you be called evil? What's wrong with your expression? Look more fierce!" When Frankenstein tried to catch up, Moriarty stood in front of her with an expressionless face and exaggeratedly spread his arms: "My name is James Moriarty, and I will soon become the pinnacle of evil. From today on, you will be my subordinate." "what." The android was a little dazed. "Obey evil! Whether it is justice or evil, they are all functional defects of the world. I will look down and observe, and then sweep away everything! In other words, evil, obey me!" "He means—" Babbage couldn't help coughing again. Although he was used to Moriarty doing this from time to time, he couldn't help it sometimes. However, just as he was about to express his true meaning as before, the words spoken from the android's mouth interrupted him the next moment. "......Dad, Dad..." Although she had never learned how to speak and could only roar before, the android called out in this way for some reason, and even she herself didn't know. "......Huh? Who is your dad? Don't yell at me like that! You're only 21 years old! I've never even been in a relationship! Besides, there's absolutely no such burden in my career!" Moriarty frowned instantly, and even his voice was a little gloomy for a moment, "You're just a chess piece that I casually discarded, you know that!" Frankenstein scratched his head, as if to say he was really sorry. Babbage looked at Moriarty, who suddenly became gloomy, and the trembling "monster", and sighed slightly: "It's come to this. Why don't we go back first? You're wet too. If you don't fix it, it might short-circuit." "Humph, if it's broken like this, then it doesn't matter if it's lost... Also, can you please stop holding my hand? Don't you look like a bad guy? Forget it, it doesn't matter today. It won't be too late to teach you a lesson later..." In this way, Moriarty, who followed Faria's advice, began to create an "evil organization". ...... A year later, Moriarty again came to the Chateau d'If in France as a prison inspector.
He learned from the warden that there was a new prisoner in the dungeon. Out of curiosity, he went to see this person first. Soon, when he heard the sound of the key turning in the lock and the creaking of the hinges, the gray-haired young man who had been crouching in a corner of the dungeon, enjoying the ray of light coming in through the iron bars with unspeakable happiness, raised his head and saw the silver-haired young man coming in. Perhaps because he was too excited, the gray-haired young man jumped forward with his hands clasped together. And, in order to avoid being seen as a threatening criminal, the gray-haired young man put on his face all the expressions that a person with the most gentle and humble heart could have. "I was sent here to inspect the prison situation and listen to the prisoners' requests. What do you want?" Moriarty asked according to the old rules.